Prince of Chaos

Seeing the magnificent rivers and mountains all over the mountains and plains, covered in silver, and the original wax figures, Zhu Changluo's heart is full of pride!
A real man was born between heaven and earth, if he didn't make some achievements, it would be an insult to life!
Zhu Changluo was inexplicably moved!
A vigorous, powerful and majestic heroic poem suddenly appeared in Zhu Changluo's heart!

Zhu Changluo pointed the whip in the distance, and recited boldly in his mouth.

Zhu Changluo recited a sentence, and the officials who accompanied him immediately felt heroic, and looked at Zhu Changluo with even more reverence.

As a result, Zhu Changluo recited this far and did not continue.

Now the officials accompanying the driver were anxious.

Shen Sixiao, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, immediately stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness, is there a gate?"

Zhu Changluo turned his head to look at Shen Sixiao's eager expression, and he smiled, "It's gone."

After all, he had just copied "Bu Suanzi Yongmei" a few days ago.

If it were to copy "Qinyuanchun·Snow" now, wouldn't it be too immoral.

When Shen Sixiao heard that Zhu Changluo said he was gone, he looked regretful.

"Your Highness, if you can complete this poem up and down, you will already be famous through the ages!"

Zhu Changluo said with a smile: "Gu is already a prince, even if he doesn't do anything, there will be Gu's name in the history books of Haohao in the future. Besides, this poem is not written by Gu."

Although Zhu Changluo said so, everyone present knew that Taizu made Nanjing his capital and never visited the northern border in his life.

Obviously this is an excuse!

Hearing Zhu Changluo's free and easy answer, and seeing Zhu Changluo's heroic expression at the moment.

In a trance, Shen Sixiao thought that this is the temperament and mind that the supreme under heaven should have.

Shen Sixiao bowed excitedly: "It's the minister's appointment."

Riding a horse on the Great Wall and blowing the cold wind from the extreme north, Zhu Changluo couldn't stand it anymore.

Although the view here is wide, the scenery is unique.

This situation is also very suitable for pretending to be a fork, but Zhu Changluo still feels that his life is more important than his body.

So, Zhu Changluo pulled the rein and turned the horse's head, and said, "Let's go, let's go down."

Zhu Changluo gently urged the horse under him to slowly walk down the Great Wall.

After Zhu Changluo left, Zhang Cheng, the magistrate of Ji County, who was standing at the end, immediately ordered to the people around him: "Come here, quickly engrave the poem that the crown prince just wrote in place. This is a holy relic in the future! Be sure to Be careful and protect it."

Zhang Cheng scrambled to give this credit to others, without any intention of leaving it to others.

From Zhang Cheng's point of view, these few words of the crown prince will definitely be famous through the ages. As a little-known border town commander, the chance of him being passed down in history in this lifetime is almost zero.

But now it's different!

With these few magnificent and heroic lines, his chance to be famous through the ages has come.

Now as long as he can hold the top spot, he can record these lines of poems, and then add a line at the back: "Jixian county magistrate Zhang Cheng accompanied the driver to record the poems of the Ming Dynasty crown prince on the Great Wall."

Then he can follow these few poems and become famous through the ages and become immortal in the world.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng's mouth almost crooked.

This kind of opportunity is really a godsend opportunity that can't be met.

Therefore, Zhang Cheng resolutely engraved and protected the Taizu poems that Zhu Changluo had just recited.

After Zhang Cheng finished all this, when everyone realized it, their intestines turned green with regret.

Which one of you here is not a member of the third rank or above, such a great opportunity was cut off by the small county magistrate of Ji County.

This is really uncomfortable!
Therefore, these people also secretly vowed that when the crown prince makes a famous sentence that can be passed down through the ages next time, they must also seize the opportunity to be famous through the ages with the famous sentence made by the crown prince!
Unfortunately, such opportunities are really rare.

Because there are only a few famous poems and lines written by Zhu Changluohui.

Zhu Changluo returned to the camp, and everyone once again gathered at the sand table in the camp.

At this moment, the sand table has begun to mark the positions of the marching troops.

Looking at the orderly march marks on the sand table, even people who don't understand military affairs will have a general understanding of the sand table when they look at this sand table.

As a layman, Zhu Changluo didn't say a word about directing martial arts in the camp.The most common question is to consult Li Chengliang, the minister of the Ministry of War, about some taboos and supply issues of the winter march.

After all, Li Chengliang is also a veteran who has been famous for a long time. He naturally knows everything about Zhu Changluo's question, and he has nothing to say.

Therefore, during this period of time, Zhu Changluo can be regarded as supplementing himself with some knowledge of ancient military common sense.

Although it is also about military knowledge on paper, at least Zhu Changluo can understand some issues in this area.It's not that some generals will listen to Zhu Changluo whatever they say in the future.

"Report!"

"Urgent dispatch from the capital!"

A messenger rushed to the outside of the camp.

Hearing the urgent message from the capital, Zhu Changluo frowned slightly. He couldn't think of any urgent matter that the capital could have at this time.

Zhu Changluo said: "Submit it."

The messengers dressed in snow and snow arrived at the camp, and then presented a wax-sealed dispatch.

Zhu Changluo took the urgent mail and saw that the wax seal on it was the seal of the Ministry of Rites. He was puzzled, what urgent matter could the Ministry of Rites have?Could it be that Fan Qian cheated on the corpse?
When Zhu Changluo opened the urgent case, what caught his eyes was the excellent handwriting of his master Dong Qichang.

However, Zhu Changluo was not in the mood to appreciate Dong Qichang's calligraphy at the moment.

He quickly browsed the contents of the urgent mail.

After he finished reading the content of the dispatch, his heart beat a few beats faster, and he almost couldn't hold back his excitement, and he was about to announce his return to Beijing on the spot.

However, soon Zhu Changluo calmed down.

Zhu Changluo calmed down and thought about such a big matter. He didn't know about it in advance, but Dong Qichang sent him an urgent letter afterwards.

Obviously, this matter is true, but there must be some concerns that Dong Qichang dare not say.

Zhu Changluo put away the urgent mail, and then said: "Xuan Wang Jiaping and the accompanying ministers from various ministries are here to discuss matters."

After all, Zhu Changluo left the camp and went straight back to the Great Wall, where the people in the city were.

After arriving at Xingzai, Zhu Changluo changed into ordinary clothes, and then came out to look at Wang Jiaping and various ministers who were already waiting in Xingzai.

Zhu Changluo said: "A major event has happened in the capital, and I can't solve it. I need to ask the ministers. I hope that the ministers can give Gu a good suggestion."

Wang Jiaping listened to Zhu Changluo's words listlessly. In the morning, he had just been forcibly suppressed by Zhu Changluo, and now he was feeling sad, so he didn't answer in time for a while.

Then standing behind him, Sun Piyang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, said, "Please, Your Highness."

Zhu Changluo handed over the urgent document in his hand, "Sun Qing has read it before we speak."

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