The next day, Zhu Gui was shaken awake by Xu Miaoqing.
"What happened? Was there an earthquake?" Zhu Gui asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Did you forget something?" Xu Miaoqing, who was dressed in plain clothes, put one hand on her hips and extended her hand to Zhu Gui with the other.
"Forgot something?" Zhu Gui glanced out the window. It was still early and it was not yet time for a routine visit.
"It's the skin care product you gave to the imperial concubine yesterday."
Xu Miaoqing came over, bent down and pointed Zhu Gui's forehead with a green finger and said.
"Oh, oh, I know, I know, it was indeed my negligence."
Zhu Gui quickly sat up and took out a gift box from the cup beside him like a magic trick.
"Have you been ready for a long time? This is more or less the same."
Xu Miaoqing was overjoyed, then took the gift box and left.
Zhu Gui shook his head, it seems that this is the nature of women.
However, it's quite cute.
Zhu Gui lost her sleepiness and got up quickly.
Since it was still early for breakfast, the chefs were still preparing.
So Zhu Gui planned to go out to eat, just in time to relive the 'good' time in his memory.
Because Xu Miaoqing was still dressing up, he informed him and took two soldiers in civilian clothes to the street.
Since this memory existed before Zhu Gui's "soul travel" to the Ming Dynasty, he only had some impressions.
Now these impressions overlap with what I see before me, like rewatching an old movie that I watched in the past but had a vague impression of.
But this is just her opinion, others who know him well do not think so.
Zhu Guigang walked to a busy street when someone suddenly shouted, "The King is here."
In less than ten seconds, all the shops in this originally smoky street were closed and all the pedestrians disappeared without a trace.
The corners of Zhu Gui's mouth twitched. It seemed that he had underestimated his reputation in Nanjing.
The two soldiers behind him were confused.
"My lord, what is going on? Are you so intimidating?"
The intimidation of bullshit, Zhu Gui couldn't help but complain in his heart.
But he didn't say anything.
Walking through the ghost market-like streets, he picked up a monkey face mask from the ground and seemed to have some enlightenment.
So when he came to the next street, he was already wearing a mask.
People on the street had obviously gotten wind of the news.
Most people acted like they wanted to run away at any time.
However, because Zhu Gui wore a mask, although it attracted a lot of people's attention, no one has yet connected him with Dai Wang.
This made Zhu Gui sigh with emotion.
He came to a small stall in the middle of the street, ordered three breakfasts, and then asked his ordered guards to sit down and enjoy them together.
The guard still wanted to refuse and sit with the prince, but he committed the crime of disrespect and was beheaded.
However, under Zhu Gui's 'coercion', the two of them sat down in fear.
Zhu Gui folded off the lower half of the mask, thus solving the problem of eating.
The food in this store is bland, with very little salt.
In the end, Zhu Gui exchanged some refined salt for himself and added seasonings before he could barely eat it.
However, this also shows that even in Nanjing, salt is a very luxurious daily consumable.
If you can take the right to sell salt in Nanjing City, you will be lying on a golden mountain.
But Zhu Gui was just thinking about it. The network of relationships in Nanjing is very complex, and it is not easy to do business here.
He doesn't have that much energy to spend on this.
While Zhu Gui was eating, he heard something about him being spread at the next table.
"I heard that the ancestor of King Dai has returned and appeared in the next street."
"Oh my god, what else are you going to eat? Run away quickly. If you bump into her, your life may be at risk."
"Why are you so anxious? If King Dai really comes, someone will report it. I heard that the 'Anti-Dai Army' has been reorganized."
"That's okay. It's only been half a good year. I didn't expect that ancestor to come back again, but he shouldn't stay long this time, right?"
"It should be that the emperor will leave as soon as his birthday is over. After all, he is already the vassal king."
Zhu Gui next to her almost spit out the food.
What the hell is the ‘anti-dai army’?
He had no intention of eating anymore, and was about to leave with the others without any interest.
Unintentionally, I almost bumped into a well-dressed rich young man.
"How do you walk? Don't you have eyes?" The rich young master cursed, and the two boys behind him rolled up their sleeves and walked up to Zhu Gui, about to take action.
Zhu Gui's personal soldiers immediately stepped forward.
Passers-by immediately started to gather around, looking like they were watching something good.
Zhu Gui stretched out his hand to stop the soldier, then sighed and took off his mask.
"You are so talented, how dare you pick off your face... to be the king?"
When the rich young man saw Zhu Gui's face, he was so frightened that his legs weakened and he knelt on the ground.
As for the surrounding passers-by who wanted to eat the melon, they dispersed in a hurry after being stunned for half a second.
Even the two young men of the rich young master got mixed up in the crowd and ran for their lives.
Zhu Gui frowned and looked at the frightened rich young man in front of him: "Why don't you run?"
"I, my legs are weak." The rich young man was about to cry but had no tears.
"Hel him up." Zhu Gui said to the soldiers.
So the two soldiers picked up the rich young master.
Unexpectedly, his body trembled, his eyes rolled, and he passed out.
Zhu Gui: "..."
"Wake him up."
Zhu Gui said coldly.
A scream suddenly came from the mouth of the rich young man, and one of his arms was already like noodles.
"Spare my life on behalf of the king. I really didn't mean to do it. I can do anything you ask me to do. I just want to spare my life."
The rich young man held back the pain and began to beg for mercy with runny nose and tears.
"Okay, okay, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll make you a eunuch."
Zhu Gui said fiercely.
I don't know if it was the effect of these words or Zhu Gui himself. The rich young man's eyes widened and he closed his mouth.
"Listen carefully to my words. I will not do anything to you."
The rich young man nodded as if he was pounding garlic.
"What's your name?"
"Feng Shaoqiang."
"What does your father do?"
"Salt seller."
"oh?"
Zhu Gui's eyes suddenly lit up. He was worried about not being able to get involved in the salt channel business in Nanjing, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to come to his door.
"Master Feng, right? Are you willing to be my king's pawn?"
Zhu Gui patted Feng Shaoqiang's face and said with a smile.
"I am willing, as long as the prince spares my life, I am willing to do anything." Feng Shaoqiang said immediately.
"Okay, come back to the palace with me."
Zhu Gui took Feng Shaoqiang back to the palace and at the same time sent his own soldiers to Feng's house to inform his father.
Feng Shaoqiang's face looked very ugly along the way.
It wasn't until he arrived at the gate of the palace that he finally summoned up the courage to ask: "Your Majesty, I would like to ask, what is Ma Zai?"