My father Zhu Gaoxu

Chapter 11
At the foot of Jiming Mountain in Monan, there are barracks in a row, and the flag of Ming Dynasty is flying at the gate of the barracks.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

In the handsome tent, Emperor Zhu Di of the Ming Dynasty was furious, and a group of medical officers were kneeling below, each of them was sifting through chaff, with pale faces.

I saw that Zhu Di was tall and tall, with a round black face, big eyes under the broom eyebrows, a lion nose and wide mouth, and a long beard hanging down his belly. He looked very mighty.

"Your Majesty, calm down...calm your anger. It is because of your incompetence that you were attacked by the Bald Luo tribe. Please forgive me!"

At this moment, an old and weak voice came.

Following the sound, I saw a haggard old man lying on a soft couch, his chest was wrapped in gauze, and there was a dazzling bright red on it.

"Jin Zhong, don't move. It's all my fault for being too careless this time. I didn't expect that the gang of wolves from the Bald Luo Department would pretend to surrender, which put you in danger!"

Zhu Di stepped forward quickly, held the old man's hand and comforted him.

The old man's name is Jin Zhong. He used to be the long history of Yan Wang's mansion. He is equivalent to the chief steward of the palace.

At the time of Jingnan, Jin Zhong followed Zhu Di and made a lot of contributions. From the official to the Minister of the Ministry of War and the chief minister of the Eastern Palace, he not only assisted Zhu Di, but also taught Zhu Gaochi, the prince. From this, we can know his position in Zhu Di's heart. Only Yao Guangxiao can compare with him.

Last year, Zhu Di once again went out to conquer Oirats in person. In the battle of Hulanhu, he defeated the Oirat coalition forces and used this battle to frighten the Tatars.

However, after the great victory, Zhu Di did not retreat immediately. Instead, he led his generals to sweep the sphere of influence of Oara.

Among them is a large tribe called the Tuluo tribe, with tens of thousands of people. They pretended to surrender to Ming Dynasty, but recently they suddenly rebelled and besieged a garrison in Daming, which stored a large amount of food and grass supplies.

But when Jin Zhong visited there at that time, he also fell into the siege.

When Zhu Di personally led the reinforcements to arrive, nearly half of the thousands of garrison troops had died in the battle, and everyone who was alive was wounded.

Originally, the overall situation of Wala was settled, but the boat capsized in the small gutter of Tuluobu.Although Zhu Di sent troops to chase and kill the Tuluo tribe for hundreds of miles afterwards, and nearly wiped out the entire Tuluo tribe, the loss could not be recovered.

"Your Majesty, I'm over sixty years old, and now my wound is ulcerated, and my life should die here. Instead of letting the medical officers waste time on me, it's better to let them treat other soldiers!"

At this time, Jin Zhongqiang cheered up and persuaded Zhu Di again.

He was injured by Liu Ya in the rebellious army. Because of the hot weather, the wound quickly turned black and pus, and his body had a high fever. If he was a young man, he might still have a chance of survival, but at Jin Zhong's age, His death sentence was almost pronounced.

"Jin Zhong, you..."

Zhu Di was also choked up when he heard the words. Jin Zhong was his most important minister. At the time of the disaster, he rushed to the front, and Jin Zhong was in the rear to coordinate military affairs and strategize. After fourteen battles, he never slacked off.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to be sad for the old minister. I think that I, Jin Zhong, spent the first half of my life in a mediocre life. It was not until I entered the palace at the age of 40 that I finally learned what I have learned in my life. Now that I am an extremely human minister, I have already died without regret!"

Jin Zhong held Zhu Di's hand tightly, and said again with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

But Zhu Di's ears felt like a knife was being cut by these comforting words, and tears filled his eyes from the pain.

For Zhu Di, Jin Zhong, like Yao Guangxiao, is not only his courtier, but also his friend. Thinking of him as the emperor, but still can only watch his friend pass away, which makes him sad and powerless.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a young man in armor walked in.

"Grandfather, Yazhibi, the leader of the Tuluo tribe, and his three sons are all put to death!"

The young man bowed to Zhu Di and said that he was the famous "good grandson" Zhu Zhanji, also Zhu Zhanhe's cousin.

Zhu Zhanji looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and his appearance was three points similar to Zhu Di's, but his skin was very fair, and his facial features were not as rough as Zhu Di's. He was wearing mountain armor, which made him more heroic.

"Broadcast to the various ministries of the Wara, and tell them that this is the fate of rebelling against Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Di gritted his teeth and ordered.

"Yes!"

Zhu Zhanji agreed, but he didn't do it immediately. Instead, he stretched his neck to look at Jin Zhong on the hospital bed, and then asked with concern: "Is Jin Shangshu's injury getting better?"

"Cough cough~, yes... Mrs. Lao is concerned, how is the situation at the wounded barracks?"

Although Jin Zhong is very weak, he still has military affairs in mind.

"It's not very good. This time, it was attacked by the Bald Luo Department. Many people were injured, and most of them were burned. In addition to the hot weather, many people..."

When Zhu Zhanji said this, he found Zhu Di glaring at him, and he immediately understood, and didn't say any more.

"Jin Zhong, the most important thing for you now is to take good care of your health. Let others take care of these chores in the army!"

Zhu Di said that he really couldn't bear to watch the dying Jin Zhong still worrying about military affairs.

"I'm used to it. Over the years, I've followed His Majesty to fight here and there. When I open my eyes every day, I'm counting money, food, horses, armor and weapons. I don't have a day off..."

Jin Zhong seemed to be trapped in memories, rambling on endlessly, but his voice became lower and lower, and the content became more and more chaotic, and finally almost turned into babble in a dream.

Zhu Di stretched out his hand to touch Jin Zhong's forehead, and sighed, "It's burning again!"

"Grandfather, is there nothing the imperial doctor can do?"

Zhu Zhanji asked again with concern.

The relationship between him and Jin Zhong is unusual, because Jin Zhong is a staunch princeling, when Qiu Fu and other nobles suggested that Zhu Gaoxu be the prince, it was Jin Zhong who insisted that the elder's proposal should not be dismissed.

Later, Jin Zhong became Zhu Zhanji's teacher and taught him for many years. Even the personal guards around Zhu Zhanji were personally selected by Jin Zhong for training.

"A bunch of medicines have been prescribed, but they are useless!"

Zhu Di snorted coldly, if it wasn't for the shortage of medical officers in the army, he really wanted to kill all those quack doctors.

"Report~"

At this moment, suddenly saw a guard rushing towards, holding an iron box with both hands and shouting loudly: "Jinyiwei urgently reports, a letter written by the young master himself, saying that this letter is related to the lives and deaths of thousands of soldiers!"

Hearing that it was Yao Guangxiao's letter, Zhu Zhanji immediately stepped forward to take it, and handed it to Zhu Di with both hands.

"You read it to me!"

Zhu Di was upset and irritable because of Jin Zhong's matter, and he was not in the mood to read the letter at all, so he ordered Zhu Zhanji to say.

Zhu Zhanji immediately opened the letter and glanced at it habitually, but his expression became very strange.

"Grandfather, you should read this letter for yourself!"

In the end, Zhu Zhanji submitted the letter to Zhu Didao again. He really didn't know how to read the content of the letter?

Zhu Di was taken aback for a moment, but he still took the letter and looked down at Shixing to read it. As a result, halfway through, his eyes widened suddenly, with an incredulous expression on his face.

"This...is this true?"

Zhu Di raised his head suddenly, staring at Zhu Zhanji with burning eyes and asked.

"The letter was written by the young master himself, so it should not be fake, but... when did Zhan He have this ability?"

Zhu Zhanji also had doubts on his face. He knew his cousin very well. Even in the past, because of their different positions, the two had conflicts. Of course, he had never suffered a disadvantage, and he never let Zhu Zhanhe go. in the eyes.

Zhu Di pondered for a moment, then made a decision, and immediately ordered loudly: "Whether it is true or not, let someone try it to know, come here, prepare garlic and strong wine!"

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