After chatting for more than an hour, Li Qing arranged the following:
Liu Qiang was in charge of the King of Jin, Li Yu was in charge of the King of Zhou, and Zhang Long was in charge of the King of Qin. Each of the three took 500 people to go to the vassals of several vassals. 500 people were left in the capital to stay in charge, and he himself took 1,000 people to Peking.
"Notify the brothers who are still handling the case locally to return to the capital before the Lantern Festival." Li Qing said, "After the Lantern Festival, the official action will be taken."
"Yes." The three of them accepted the order solemnly.
Liu Qiang asked, "Sir, if the vassal king really does something illegal, how should we deal with it?"
"Don't deal with it, report any problems to the police!"
Li Qing thought for a while and then said, "If the matter is extremely urgent, go back to Beijing directly to report to the emperor. If it is not so urgent...you need to inform me first."
After a pause, "Commander Mao will also try his best to inform everyone, but the action orders must be based on me."
"Yes, sir."
The three of them bowed their hands and said yes.
After a few people left, Li Qing lay back on the armchair and continued to bask in the sun.
The comfortable days are getting less and less day by day, and he doesn't want to waste them.
The three girls came out of the room, squeezing their shoulders and beating their backs, dancing and making music, feeling very restless.
Li Qing was enjoying his time, "After the Lantern Festival, I'm going on a long trip. As for the time... it could be a few months, or it could be half a year!"
"Where are you going, sir?"
The three women paused in their movements, their faces full of reluctance, "Is it a business trip?"
"Well, official business." Li Qing consoled him, "I won't tell you where I'm going, but don't worry, there will be guards patrolling the courtyard, so there won't be any safety hazards."
The three women looked at each other and nodded lonely.
"Don't be so depressed, it's not like you won't come back." Li Qing spread his hands and said, "If you eat your salary, you have to share your worries, right?"
"That's what you said, sir." Wan Ling nodded lightly and warned, "Sir, don't treat yourself badly when you are out."
"Don't worry!" Li Qing said with a smile, "I will never suffer a loss anywhere."
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The ordinary and comfortable days always pass by quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the Lantern Festival has passed.
Li Qing wears a flying fish suit, embroiders a spring knife, and rides on a tall horse. She is as rich as jade and has a heroic appearance.
The three girls sent him out with red eyes, looking at him longingly.
"Okay, let's all go back." Li Qing waved his hand, turned his head and raised his whip, "Drive!"
"Xilulu..."
The horse's hooves as big as a bowl were raised and quickly disappeared from the sight of the women...
outside the city.
Thousands of Jin Yiwei were already waiting here. As soon as Li Qing arrived, he immediately ordered: "Divide into ten teams of 100 people and gather in Peiping in one month."
"Yes, sir."
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Peiping, Prince Yan's Mansion.
When Zhu Di heard the wife's heart-wrenching screams of pain, she scratched her ears and cheeks anxiously and paced back and forth, but there was not much joy on her face, instead there was a look of depression.
It was a great joy to have a new child in the palace, but there was something in his mind that he could not get rid of.
[The poor monk has little talent and little virtue. He doesn’t have any gifts to give. I would like to give His Highness a white hat.]
This is Dao Yan’s original words.
Ever since he heard this sentence, he couldn't think about food or drink, and couldn't eat or sleep well.
He tried his best to tell himself not to think about it, it was impossible, but these words seemed to have a kind of magic power, echoing in his mind and taking root in his heart.
Like deadly poison!
Dangerous, but...fascinating.
"Wow wow..."
The baby was born and his voice was loud. It was obviously a boy.
The old lady ran over to express her congratulations, but Zhu Di turned a deaf ear to it. He didn't really come back to his senses until the servants congratulated him together.
He took out the red envelopes he had prepared, scattered them, and hurried to the inner hall.
The red charcoal basin was burning cracklingly, with a fine layer of ashes forming on the surface. The temperature in the room was more than ten degrees higher than outside.
Even so, the woman on the couch was still wrapped up in a blanket.
The woman's face was covered with sweat, her temples stuck to her cheeks, her eyelashes were tightly crossed, and she blinked lightly, looking more delicate and tired.
"Miaoyun..."
Zhu Di took her hand, took care of her scattered black hair, and said warmly: "Thank you for your hard work."
A sweet smile appeared at the corner of Xu Miaoyun's mouth, her maternal nature was fully displayed. At only twenty years old, she had already given birth to three sons to Zhu Di.
"Your Highness, it's a boy."
"Yes." Zhu Di nodded with a smile, "Father said that if it is a boy, he should be named 'Sui'."
He pinched Sanwazi's young face and said with a smile, "Zhu Gaosui."
The little guy was very considerate and gave Zhu Di a smile, which greatly relieved Zhu Di's depressed mood.
"Father, you've done a great job." Xu Miaoyun was very happy.
The princess had already given birth, so the servants left, leaving only a family of three in the room.
"Your Highness, you don't seem very happy."
Xu Miaoyun married Zhu Di at the age of fourteen. It was immediately obvious that he was hiding something on his mind, "Is there going to be a war?"
"It's nothing." Zhu Di smiled and shook his head, how dare he tell the truth.
Even though he has 120% trust in his wife, how can he say this kind of thing? Let alone talk about it, even he himself doesn't dare to think about it.
Xu Miaoyun also said that he couldn't bear to worry himself, and advised: "I am fine now, official duties are important. If Your Highness delays important events because of me, it will be my fault."
"It's really no business." Zhu Di kissed her forehead and said with a smile, "I'm so excited."
The two had a very good relationship and could be described as childhood sweethearts. On the day Xu Miaoyun was born, she booked a daughter-in-law for Lao Zhu and was summoned to the palace when she was only eleven years old.
After cultivating their relationship for several years, the two successfully got married.
Among Zhu Yuanzhang's many daughters-in-law, Xu Miaoyun was Zhu Wei's favorite daughter-in-law.
The other one is Zhu Biao's concubine, Chang Yuchun, the daughter of the founding general Chang Yuchun.
Xu Miaoyun is not an ordinary noble daughter. Her father is Xu Da, the first military general in the founding of the Ming Dynasty. After entering the palace, she often stayed by Queen Ma's side and was treated like her own daughter by Queen Ma.
Although she is a woman, she has been fond of reading since she was a child. Lao Zhudu once personally praised her as a girl. Influenced by her father, she is also quite accomplished in military techniques and strategies.
During the war, Zhu Di often asked her for advice.
"Are you really okay?" Xu Miaoyun asked suspiciously.
Zhu Di nodded with a smile and changed the subject, "When I came to Beijing this time, I found that my father-in-law is really old. When you recover, I will take you back to have a look."
"Yeah, okay." Xu Miaoyun nodded lightly, "Father, is his health okay?"
"It's not bad, I can eat a chicken in one meal."
After chatting for a long time, Xu Miaoyun felt tired and fell into a deep sleep.
Zhu Di called for the nanny and his servants to wait on him, and then left the palace.
"Your Highness, where are you going?" asked the bearer.
"Qingjuji Temple!"
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"Your Highness, you are here."
Dao Yan smiled and saluted, with a calm look on his face, as if he had anticipated his arrival.
Zhu Di looked at Dao Yan steadily, as if he wanted to see something, but he was disappointed. After a long time, he sighed slowly, and his arrogant aura gradually subsided.
"The king wants to consult with the eminent monk about Buddhism, no one can disturb him!"
"yes."
The guard bowed and retreated.
After the door was closed, Zhu Di picked up a futon and sat in front of Dao Yan.
Dao Yan was still as calm as water, with a faint smile on his lips.
Zhu Dikong was very capable, but when he met this old monk, he felt depressed that he had nowhere to put his efforts. In the end, he couldn't calm down.
His tone was cold: "Give up your fantastic and treasonous thoughts, and if you dare to speak disobedient words again, I will chop off your head!"
"The poor monk remembers it!"
Dao Yan smiled and nodded, showing no fear at all.
After a pause, "The poor monk admitted the great treason, but why did he say it was a fantasy?"
Zhu Di snorted coldly, "I am just a vassal king, but you..."
"The poor monk will look forward to it, the prince has the qualifications to be a great emperor!"
"You still say?!"
Zhu Di reflexively looked around, shocked and angry, "Shut up, shut up your stinky mouth."
No wonder he was so cautious. If these words reached Lao Zhu's ears, he would be able to imagine his own fate with his toes.
He had received the news that King Qin was imprisoned, and he did not want to keep his second son company.
In fact, if he really wanted to go online, he wouldn't even have a chance to be with his second son.
Zhu Di is not the original Zhu Yuanzhang, and he has no other way out than rebellion.
He has his own vassal, subordinates who are loyal to him, a wife and children, and endless wealth and splendor.
rebel?
The price is too high!
Although the white hat had a fatal temptation for him, Zhu Di did not want to risk all his wealth to fight for the illusory throne.
He has no brains to show off. This is not the era of chaos in the late Yuan Dynasty. The rebellion is purely seeking death.
Dao Yan shut his mouth and still looked at him with a smile, which made Zhu Di furious.
"Do you really think that I don't dare to kill you?"
"Of course you dare, Your Highness!" Dao Yan said with a smile, "His Highness kills the poor monk like searching for something from a bag. He only needs to pull out the sword from his waist, aim at the poor monk's neck and swing it hard, and the poor monk's head will fall off."