He stood up in a hurry, walked to the factory official, picked up a plate of dishes, and blended into the team.

"Grandpa, the man named Jiang Yi has not been found yet, but don't worry, my grandson will make him commit suicide even if he turns the entire Ming Dynasty and the grassland upside down!"

Just as he arrived at the door, Jiang Yi, with his extraordinary hearing, heard the indignant voice of Huangsun Yi, and his heart skipped a beat!

This should be the emperor's grandson Zhu Zhanji.

"Dad, many of the edicts in the Palace of Edicts have mostly come true. The land of waste birds, pickles, and even brown rice has been confirmed by Zheng He to exist. I guess that person is not a swindler. Grandpa may have really met the future generations."

This should be Zhu Gaochi, Renzong of the Ming Dynasty, who is still the prince now.

Fortunately, there is still a sensible person.

"However, it is not ruled out that he is a warlock similar to Yuan Tiangang. Erchen suggested that he should be arrested first and then interrogated. No matter what, he should be beaten first!"

No, this is definitely not Renzong!

How could Renzong be so cruel?!

Jiang Yi thought as he walked into the main hall.

"Grandpa, my father is right. That boy made my father and you very tired. My great-grandfather also left too many edicts!"

"Not to mention you, I'm afraid that even when my father becomes emperor, he may not be able to complete everything!"

It's really Renzong...

Jiang Yi raised his head, quickly glanced at the people in the hall, and quickly focused on the fattest person in the room!

Seeing this, Jiang Yi's heart sank to the bottom...

How could it be?

Ming Renzong Zhu Gaochi, the famous fat emperor in history!

Historical records record that he was obese and had difficulty walking. He had to be supported by two people. He even almost couldn't become emperor because he was too fat.

After he came to the throne, he only served as emperor for eight months before passing away at the age of 48.

Jiang Yi not only noticed his fatness at first glance, but also saw the white hair on the top of his head!

He is only 33 years old now, and he already has gray hair?

Isn't it the result of a posthumous edict?

No wonder, no wonder...

The more Jiang Yi watched, the more excited he became. Now even Ming Renzong Zhu Gaochi was offended.

Listening to the tone of the emperor's grandson Zhu Zhanji again, he also had no good impression of himself.

How can you offend three generations of his descendants by talking to one person?

"We must find Jiang Yi. I have to ask him carefully, where did I offend him?"

"Why did he let the late emperor leave me so many edicts? Why didn't he let me be the Xiaoyao Emperor for a few days!"

Yongle Emperor Zhu Di sat on the throne, took a sip of old wine, and even regretted why he decided to name his reign Yongle?

It’s all like this, what’s the point of having fun!

Jiang Yi noticed that Emperor Yongle also had surprisingly many white hairs.

Even Zhu Zhanji, who is only about 12 years old, is much more mature than his peers.

Jiang Yi's heart dropped when he saw one of the princes and grandsons in this palace.

Not only that, he also looked at the important ministers who were being entertained. Each of them had an indescribable heaviness on their faces...

Many people who look very old and have gray hair are actually only in their thirties.

On the subject, how can one offend all the civil and military officials of an era in just half an hour?

Jiang Yi's heart sank to the bottom completely. This was simply a copy of Abi's hell level...

"What are you looking at so sneakily?"

The second son of Emperor Yongle, King Zhu Gaoxu of Han Dynasty, noticed Jiang Yi's actions and glared at him angrily.

"I still haven't apologized to His Majesty and Prince Han!"

The factory official shivered with fright and hurriedly reminded.

Jiang Yi thought, since he is here, he must lay a good foundation!

He walked towards the middle of the hall. When the Jin Yiwei saw this, he was about to cut him with his sword. He said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone:

"Your Majesty, I have met Jiang Yi!"

"stop!"

Emperor Yongle shouted sharply, his majestic and murderous intent instantly filled the hall, making everyone tremble!

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaoxu and others immediately bowed their heads in greeting, and all the courtiers stood up and bowed their waists.

The Jin Yiwei sheathed their swords and suddenly spread out, surrounding Jiang Yi within one meter.

"Keep your head up!"

Emperor Yongle was condescending and put down the wine in his hand.

Jiang Yi slowly raised his head and looked into Emperor Yongle's eyes. The moment they touched him, he immediately looked away.

Another murderous aura that laid waste to millions of corpses...

"Where have you seen Jiang Yi, and where is he now?"

Emperor Yongle said angrily: "I have already announced to the world that anyone who has seen Jiang Yi or knows his whereabouts but refuses to report it will be punished by his nine tribes. How many heads do your nine tribes have?!"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I just remembered that I once met Jiang Yi on the banks of the Onan River and saw him heading west..."

"To the west?"

As soon as Zhu Gaoxu heard this clue, he immediately stood up and said, "Dad, let's go west and fight!"

"Even if Jiang Yi escapes to Brown Rice, we will skin them!"

"Since someone else has seen Jiang Yi, he should be just a warlock. A mere warlock has caused so much trouble to our whole family. He should be cut into pieces with a thousand knives!"

The sons were angry, and the ministers were even more furious.

"If I catch Jiang Yi, I will cut him into pieces!"

"Grandma, just because of Jiang Yi, I will lose ten years of my life!"

A general who was only in his thirties but looked like he was in his fifties was furious.

The other generals cursed one after another, "Jiang Yi, a man who can kill a thousand swords, must let him taste the latest red cannon if he falls into my hands!"

"It's a pity that we didn't understand the drawing about putting iron lumps on a big ship. No matter how much we studied, we couldn't create flying lumps."

"It doesn't matter. Zheng He's fleet is already equipped with a hundred of the latest red cannons. Their range is much farther than before, which is enough for us to find Jiang Yi!"

"Lord Zheng He, please express your opinion. Can you go west and find Jiang Yi?"

Zheng He, dressed in bright robes, walked to the middle of the hall, cupped his hands and said:

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, within a 10-mile radius, there will be no life left in Jiang Yi. Even seabirds flying on the sea will die without being buried in the sea!"

10 miles...

Jiang Yi stood in the main hall, feeling very desolate.

There were obviously many people around me, but my heart felt cold.

Just from the advanced development of this technology, we can know how many cakes Zhu Laozu drew for Zhu Di in his edict!

This is a person who dares to draw and a person who dares to realize it.

It is worth mentioning that one mile in the Ming Dynasty was 554 meters, and 10 miles was 5540 meters.

Alas, no matter how fast he is, he can't beat the fire coverage.

"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Revenue is really short of money and food. It is really difficult to support our voyages to the West..."

When Shangshu Hubu saw Zheng He coming out, he was frightened in his heart and quickly stood up to remind him.

Jiang Yi recognized that he was the one who once cried poor in front of Emperor Yongle, and now he had to stand up and cry poor again.

But this time, Emperor Yongle didn't say he was useless, he just reassured him: "I know, I'll think of something else."

"Can you make Yongle great..."

"The Yongle Ceremony must not stop!"

Emperor Yongle interrupted: "Now that Zheng He is sailing to the West, our dynasty has launched a strategy to open up the west. All major eras, major regions, and major classics should be included in it."

"The classics, history, collections, astronomy and geography, yin and yang medicine, divination, Tibetan Taoist scriptures, drama, crafts, agriculture, etc., over the thousands of years, China has lost very little of its civilization that has been passed down to our Ming Dynasty. I have long felt that

bitter."
Chapter completed!