Chapter 59: The army returns to the court, and the people celebrate

Does Zhu Zhanhe have trouble sleeping well? It does, but that was just the first few days.

He may not eat well now, but he still sleeps well.

The so-called restlessness is because I feel guilty and feel that I have done something wrong or shouldn’t have done, but this has nothing to do with Zhu Zhanhe.

He never thought that those Tatar tribes should not die, because he knew very well how difficult the Ming Dynasty was after the Northern Territory was taken into account.

I also know how painful the soldiers who died in the Tumu Fort Incident were.

I also know what determination the Ming Dynasty made during the Battle of Beijing.

Are these people innocent? Maybe there are innocent, but their descendants are not innocent!

Therefore, except for Zhu Zhanhe's initial discomfort, he was a little uncomfortable and had trouble sleeping, he was left with only too bloody scenes that left him unable to eat, and there was no problem with sleeping.

He even felt comforted because he solved a major hidden danger for the Han people.

But even so, Zhu Zhanhe obediently adapted the medicine sent by the old man, because it was because it was the old man's wish, and his father Zhu Gaoxu forced him to drink it.

I stayed in the Fishing Sea for nearly twenty days, because I had handled the Jingguan and because the weather became hotter and hotter, Zhu Di still made the decision to return to the court like in history.

The hills north of the sea of ​​fishing are wrapped around.

Riding a horse and carrying a dog, Zhu Zhanhe looked at Jingguan below, and suddenly felt a little proud suddenly.

Perhaps, killing more than 100,000 people is not considered a merit, but he is also the best in the past, right?

Will people think of Bai Qi, the god of killing, think of him by the way in the future?

Maybe it will?

"Seeing the valley."

Zhu Zhanhe was thinking, and a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Looking back, it was his cousin Zhu Zhanji who had not appeared in nearly a month.

"Cousin? Why are you here?" Zhu Zhanhe was a little surprised.

He had never seen this cousin since he started dealing with the Tatar tribe and the Arutai tribe, that is, the day when he started to build Jingguan.

Later he asked someone to ask, and the answer he got was that Huang Changsun was unwell, and then Zhu Zhanhe never asked again.

I thought it was no surprise that it was nothing more than being scared by the cruel scene and the blood that soared into the sky.

You should know that Zhu Zhanhe was a man of two lives, and he still felt uncomfortable when he first came into contact. Can Zhu Zhanhe, a child who was not satisfied with twelve years old, have better acceptance than Zhu Zhanhe?

Obviously it is impossible.

"The army is about to set off. Grandpa heard from the second uncle that you would have someone come to find you here, so I will follow this matter."

Zhu Zhanji did not hide anything, nor did he feel embarrassed after being seen through by Zhu Zhanhe.

"It's time to go back, otherwise the army will leave."

"Well, thank you cousin." Zhu Zhanhe nodded, pulled the reins, and controlled the horse under his crotch and turned around.

"How is your cousin's health?" On the way back to the camp, Zhu Zhanhe cared about Zhu Zhanji's health.

"A few days ago, I heard that my cousin felt uncomfortable. Although I wanted to go and see her, I was afraid that I would disturb my cousin's rest, so I didn't go. I hope my cousin will forgive me."

"Where do you think?" Zhu Zhanji shook his head slightly.

"I didn't adapt well. At this point, I am far inferior to Zhanhe."

"Haha..." Zhu Zhanhe smiled dryly.

In other words, Zhu Zhanji, who knew about this, didn't have that many tricks, otherwise he would think that this cousin was mocking him.

Having killed more than 100,000 people, in this era, the people would not say too much, but literati definitely don’t have any good fortune.

Zhu Zhanji's words were very sarcastic.

"Actually, what Mr. Hu Guang said is correct." Zhu Zhanhe did not continue Zhu Zhanji's words, but instead started a new beginning.

"It is indeed necessary to deal with people and benevolence and righteousness, but Grand Secretary Hu Guang may have been too influenced by his ancestors. He forgot that it is the Ming Dynasty and not the Zhao Song Dynasty, so he does not need to defend himself when facing the Jin people going south."

"Cousin, as the eldest grandson of the emperor, the crown prince, or even the emperor, you must have a kindness and righteousness, and you must not miss it, even if it is just on the surface."

...

Zhu Zhanji was stunned, holding the reins in his hand, and staring at Zhu Zhanhe's side face blankly.

"Zhanhe, you..."

"Hey, I have no other meaning." Before Zhu Zhanji could finish his words, Zhu Zhanhe interrupted with a smile.

"I have never thought about some things, I haven't had them before, and I won't do them in the future."

"Some things may seem extremely beautiful and important to you, but not everyone thinks so."

"Instead of living a busy life, I prefer a leisurely life. It's great to take down the Eastern Chagatai Khanate, hug a few Western Region Hunters and become a vassal king."

After saying that, Zhu Zhanhe pulled the reins and gently lifted the horse's belly, which speeded up the horse under his crotch.

Zhu Zhanji was left alone and was still moving forward slowly at the original speed, watching Zhu Zhanhe leave blankly.

Zhu Zhanhe thought about being the emperor, but not much.

In his mind, it is best to do it for two days, experience the feeling of dominating the world, and then leave it aside.

It’s not that he doesn’t like it, but because he knows that being an emperor is really good, but being tired is really real. In comparison, it’s more comfortable to be a vassal king.

Especially the Ming Dynasty, and it was also a vassal king in the early Ming Dynasty.

...

The speed of returning to the dynasty is slower than the speed of going out.

Although the grassland is hot, it is still a gap compared to Jiangnan. In addition, there are also many prisoners escorting and the spoils seized from the Tatar tribe and the Arutai tribe, which is natural for the slow marching speed.

You should know that the spoils of fighting against the grassland are not ordinary gold, silver and jewelry. Although there are also some, compared with the internal wars of the Central Plains, the most valuable thing on the grassland is livestock.

Cattle are an important labor force in this era, horses are strategic materials, and sheep are the least valuable here, but they are only relatively speaking, not to mention that the base is large and the total price will increase.

Therefore, we did not return to Yingtian Prefecture until the 26th day of late October.

After getting off the boat, standing behind the old man, his father and his third uncle, Zhu Zhanhe looked up and all the people who came into view were black and humble heads.

Once the battle is won, the people will naturally give the ruler enough face, not to mention the feudal grassland in the Central Plains.

"Long live your Majesty..."

As Zhu Di boarded the chariot, the team set out in the direction of the palace. All the people along the way knelt on the ground, kowtowed and shouted.

Zhu Zhanhe sat on the horse, looking at the people along the way, feeling a little emotional.

The people's ideas are actually pure most of the time. Judging from their expressions, these people are not forced by the officials, but spontaneously, and their faces are filled with joy and excitement.

Because in their opinion, if the Tatars are gone, there is basically no need to fight, and even if they fight, there is only one Oirat left.

But little did they know that in history, the Oirat alone gave the Ming Dynasty a headache for three generations, and even the emperor almost got involved.

(End of this chapter)
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