My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 66 It's him, it's him, it's him!
"Drive by..."

The lively Grand Ceremony of All Nations was in progress in Jinling.

Twenty miles away from Jinling, two messengers were galloping desperately on their horses.

They came from Shandong, and they had eight hundred miles to rush.

Along the way, they changed horses without changing people. When they arrived at the post station, they didn't even care to drink their saliva, and continued to run wildly after riding the horse.

I don't know how many horses were exhausted during this journey, and the two finally arrived at Jinling.

"Stop!"

However, seeing that they were about to arrive at Jinling City, a group of officers and soldiers stopped the two of them.

The imperial court paid special attention to the Grand Ceremony of the Nations. In order to prevent people from making trouble, Jinling City had a twenty-mile radius, and soldiers were guarded.

If there is no emergency, the soldiers will not allow outsiders to enter until the ceremony is over.

"Get out of the way, eight hundred miles, hurry up!"

The two who rushed over didn't care about the officers and soldiers' obstruction at all, and rushed over while shouting.

The officers and soldiers blocking the way had a bit of a bad face at first, but when they could clearly hear the other party shouting "Eight hundred miles to hurry up", their expressions suddenly became dignified.

When the imperial court generally transmits letters, if it is not a particularly urgent situation, it is rare to use [-] miles to expedite it.

Not to mention the place, there is no big deal, if you dare to use [-] miles to expedite, whoever arranges it will be punished.

Those who are light have recorded it once, and those who are serious may even get an official on the spot.

And once the local government spends [-] miles to expedite, it means that something great happened locally.

Such as plague, earth dragon turning over, rebellion, enemy invasion and so on.

No matter which of the above things, if they dare to stop them, and delay the time, they don't need their heads.

Although the officers and soldiers did not dare to stop them, they would not just let the two of them pass by alone.

The two of them didn't know the situation in the city, so they rushed in in a daze like this, disrupting the Great Ceremony of All Nations, and they were guilty of a great crime.

"The cavalry team will follow me, and the others will continue to stand by."

The officer leading the team quickly got on his horse, greeted the accompanying cavalry, and quickly followed the two messengers who were about to run away.

With the guard of the soldiers, the two messengers went all the way unimpeded, avoided the city gate where the Great Ceremony of Nations was held, and entered the city from another place.

"The special envoy of the Java State, on behalf of the king of our country, kowtows to His Majesty the Emperor of Ming."

"The envoy of the Bira Kingdom, on behalf of the king of our country, kowtows to His Majesty the Emperor of Ming."

When the two messengers entered the city, the envoys from various countries entered the city, performing all the way to the Zhengyang Gate.

According to the sequence, they went forward to salute and kowtow to the old man one by one, and at the same time offered the tribute of their own country.

Although some things seemed to be worthless, the old man didn't dislike them and kept them all.

The common people don't know the strength of these nations, but the old man knows it very well.

These guys said they came to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty, but they actually said they came to hug their thighs, and it would be more appropriate to gain insight.

These people say that they are countries, but the population and land are probably not as good as a county in Daming.

It's already good to be able to come here, as for any good things, I don't have to ask for anything extravagantly.

"Son of the Bengal Sultan, I would like to extend my highest regards to His Majesty the Ming Emperor, long live the Ming Emperor!"

With a small force, who contributed some gifts and retreated to the side, it was finally the turn of the few big heads of the Bengal Sultanate to appear.

The prince of the Sultanate of Bengal, dressed in his own distinctive costume, shouted the greetings he had learned from Zhu Gaoyu in his not-so-fluent Ming Mandarin.

Hearing the slogan "long live, long live, long live", the smile on the old man's face became even stronger.

Zhu Gao told the old man about the situation in the Sultanate of Bangladesh, and he also mentioned the matter of leasing and selling weapons and equipment.

After looking at the map, the old man realized that the business was worthwhile, so he paid attention to this country.

Now that the other prince came to pay tribute, he was very comfortable being flattered, and even stood up happily, raising his hand to the Bengal Sultanate.

"No gift to be flattened!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Great Emperor!"

The Prince of Bengal Sultan kowtowed again before getting up from the ground.

"His Majesty the Great Emperor, my father admires you very much. I am very excited to learn that our Sultanate is qualified to come to Ming Dynasty to pay tribute to you."

"He asked his servants to bring you the most sincere greetings, and at the same time, he also presented the most precious gift of our Bengal Sultanate."

"Haha, the old king has a heart. When you go back, you can also give him a voice greeting, and ask him to pay more attention to his health. If he has a chance, he will come. Let's take a look."

The old man was in a very good mood, not only responded enthusiastically, but also extended an invitation to the old king.

"Good, Your Majesty, I will tell my father exactly what you said. I believe that when he learns that you invited him to come to Daming, he will be very happy and excited."

After finishing speaking, the Sultanate of Bengal saluted again, turned around and led the white elephant towards him.

The prince of the Bengal Sultan introduced to the old man on the tower: "This is a white elephant, a symbol of nobility and holiness. Only the greatest emperors are entitled to own him."

"His Majesty the Great Emperor, such a god-given fetish, no one in the whole world can control it except you."

This flattery made Zhu Gaoyu's teeth a little bit acidic.

But the old man was very useful. Looking at the tall and mighty white elephant, and the legend of the white elephant that Zheng He told next to him, the old man grinned to the ear, and kept saying good, good, good.

Seeing Emperor Ming's satisfied expression, the Prince of Bengal Sultan shook his fist in his heart excitedly.

He finally completed the mission assigned by his father.

As long as you please the Ming Dynasty, the supply of weapons and equipment is not endless.

As long as there is Ming's support, the entire Asan region will fall into the hands of their Bengal Sultanate, and even become the second Timurid Empire, which is not out of the question.

Naturally, a grand ceremony cannot be just a pilgrimage.

In Zhu Gaoyu's plan, the ceremony is divided into three parts.

The first step is the pilgrimage of all nations to the city, the second step is the military parade to awe the nations, and the last step is the ancestor worship ceremony and Zhu Zhanji's canonization ceremony.

Not many soldiers participated in the military parade, only more than 1 soldiers.

They are part of the three major battalions and the surrounding guard soldiers.

The reason why the ceremony took so long to start was to give these soldiers time to train.

Although the ancient army array was very powerful, it seemed a bit awkward to walk in a single queue.

Most of the soldiers in ancient China were farming in their leisure time and fighting in wartime. When they had training time, they also trained various flags and formations. The personal formation of soldiers was a little loose.

In order to make these soldiers look good, Zhu Gaoyu even personally taught them to practice for several days in a row before they looked a little bit better.

With the end of the last Fanbangguo pilgrimage, an old general of the Five Armies Dudu's Mansion rode to the gate of the city.

"Report to Your Majesty, the parade array has been prepared, do you want to start the parade?"

When facing soldiers, the old man is serious.

Nodding solemnly, the old man raised his hand and waved, "Bang the drums, parade."

"dong dong dong dong..."

Following the old man's order, more than a dozen war drums lined up on both sides of the city wall made a shocking roar under the vigorous beating of the drummer.

At the same time, accompanied by the deafening sound of drums, an army with banners, banners, soldiers and armour, drove over from the right at the same pace that everyone heard as one person.

The envoys of various countries who were assigned to the C position couldn't help swallowing wildly when they saw the weapons and armor shining coldly under the sunlight.

Think about their country, this kind of fine armor, only the king and those generals have it.

Ordinary soldiers, let alone these excellent armor equipment, can mix a set of leather armor and ordinary swords, they are the elite of the elite.

As for the lower-level soldiers, some didn't even have a decent weapon, and there were not a few who went to the battlefield with wooden spears, sticks, and stone knives.

"That's the difference!"

Seeing the imposing Daming Army getting closer and closer, the Prince of the Sultan of Bengal couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

Since his two daughters serve as Zhu Gaoyu's maids, he has the best relationship with Zhu Gaoyu among the envoys of various countries.

During the frequent drinking and chatting during this period, he also learned about Daming's situation.

The Ming Dynasty has a vast territory, with a population of tens of millions, and no fewer than one million people wear armour.

The army in front of them, which is enough to sweep their Bengal Sultanate, is just one of the million troops of Ming Dynasty.

Moreover, Zhu Gaoyu also told him that if the court is willing, it can add another million people at any time.

It is hard for the Prince of Bengal Sultan to imagine that there is any country in the world that can stop the powerful Ming Dynasty.

Fortunately, Daming is not as greedy as Timur.

If Daming, like Timur, had a strong desire to possess land, I am afraid that the country with a radius would have been almost wiped out by Ming.

Fan Bangguo was shocked by the strength of Ming's army, and the people of Ming, who were packed like sardines in cans, were not much better.

It was the first time for them to watch an army at such a close distance.

Seeing those foreign countries, with eyes of envy and fear, I looked at Da Ming Erlang, who was tall and straight, wearing fine armor and holding sharp weapons.

Pride arises spontaneously.

Especially when there were relatives in the queue, he excitedly told the people around him which one was his relative.

"Woooooooo..."

As the army arrived in front of Zhengyang Gate, they formed a huge square formation and stopped to face the imperial city.

At some point, the old man, who had already changed into a suit of armor, rode a horse and brought a few old men from the Fifth Army Commander's Mansion to the front of the army formation.

He glanced slightly at the side, looking at the various states in the military formation with fear, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, he reached out and grabbed the saber at his waist and pulled it out suddenly, facing the military formation, he said solemnly:

"The Ming army is mighty!"

Although the old man's voice was not loud, the sharp aura made the soldiers straighten their chests subconsciously.

"The general is mighty!"

Thousands of people roared, the loud voice, the majestic momentum, shocked the nearest envoys from various countries, and their hearts trembled for a while.

What a mighty aura.

So overbearing and majestic.

As expected of Da Ming's father, he is amazing!
The old man showed a satisfied expression on his face, he pulled the rein in his hand, and the four hooves of the war horse moved from side to side.

With a swipe of the sword in his hand, the old man's voice rose a little.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

The soldiers lined up, the guards guarding the imperial city, and the generals all faced the old man, raising their hands and beating their chests vigorously.

"The general is mighty!"

Such a majestic military power made the old man's blood boil again after he had been away from the battlefield for almost a year.

The long sword in his hand pointed at the sky, roaring with the loudest voice.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

The soldiers who were also mobilized by the old man to mobilize their anger vigorously held the weapons in their hands and responded loudly.

"Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"

The people led by the soldiers also raised their hands and shouted.

"Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"

The voice of Long Live came again, which made the old man extremely satisfied psychologically and spiritually.

Back in the queue of ministers, Zhu Gaoyu looked at the old man who was shouted by countless people, and couldn't help being envious in his heart.

What is imperial charm?
This is called imperial charm.

The same four words, every time they are uttered, the effect is different.

And every time he shouted, the morale of the army could be raised step by step.

Ancient and modern emperors, how many people can have such charm.

"Some people say that today's celebration is my honor."

As the scene quietened down, the old man pulled his horse and walked slowly in front of the queue, speaking to his subjects in a leisurely manner.

"Not really."

"I'm just one person, without you, without you common people and soldiers of Ming Dynasty, no matter how capable I am, how far I can go."

"This grand ceremony of all nations is said to be my glory, but in my opinion, this glory actually belongs to you."

Pointing at the army formation with the long sword in his hand, "It is you who used your life and blood to drive away the enemies who invaded us and defeated the vicious dogs who wanted to bully us."

"It's you good-looking sons who have protected me, the vast territory of the Ming Dynasty."

"It is you brave and fearless sons who have protected the tens of thousands of subjects of Ming Dynasty."

"Guarding the merits of the world, protecting the glory of our race, you guys can take the lead."

The old man praised this, and the soldiers who listened were gasping for breath, and their faces turned red.

Looking at their appearance, if the old man wants to kill someone at this time, he doesn't need to mobilize at all, just call his name, and the soldiers can rush up and smash him into thousands of pieces.

After praising the soldiers, the old man pointed to the people watching the ceremony.

"And this second merit, which is also the greatest merit, belongs to the people of the world."

"It is you who are not afraid of working hard to cultivate the fields and provide food and clothing for the soldiers."

"It was you who sent your sons, husbands, and even yourself to the battlefield at the most dangerous time, and saved all the people from fire and water with your meager bodies."

"Since ancient times, how many people have praised the sage of Ming Jun, but in my opinion, compared to those so-called Ming Jun, you are more worthy of praise and praise."

The old man's straightforward praise made the eyes of the onlookers turn red.

They have all heard before how much the imperial court attaches great importance to the common people.

However, the heavy taxation and the exhausting corvee made them feel that the common people mentioned by the court might not be them.

As for the emperor's words of praising the people, they even listened to it.

They didn't know what the emperor looked like, and they praised their words.

The ghost knows whether these words are just a few words read out of the history books by the emperor holding his concubine in his arms and eating all kinds of delicious snacks.

But now they finally saw the emperor, and the emperor personally praised their achievements.

Scholars die for their confidants, so why not the common people.

The old man's few short words are more effective than those officials in the court.

If at this time, the old man said that taxes need to be increased for Daming, the people who have been moved by the old man will definitely not refuse.

Just when the old man was under the city wall, he was gaining the hearts of the army and the people.

Hou Liang, the newly appointed Commander of Jinyiwei, led two travel-worn men up to the city wall.

"Brother Hou, what's the matter?"

Zhu Gaoxu, who was idle and bored, accidentally saw the three of Hou Liang and asked curiously.

"Something happened below, and I need to report it to His Majesty!"

Hou Liang smiled slightly, but didn't say much.

This matter is too important, and you can't make extra troubles before notifying His Majesty.

Zhu Pangpang and Zhu Gaosui next to them also glanced at the three of them, smiled and nodded without asking.

Ever since Ji Gang had an accident, the two brothers who originally wanted to win over Jin Yiwei also kept a distance from Jin Yiwei.

The old man is sensitive now, if he sees them contacting Jin Yiwei and thinking about something, it will be troublesome.

They are not as favored as the fourth child. Those who command Jin Yiwei do things with their own hands, and they are not punished at all.

While the two messengers waited anxiously, the old man finally finished buying people's hearts with satisfaction, and returned to the city.

"Your Majesty, an urgent report from eight hundred miles away from Shandong!"

The old man who had just climbed up the city wall hadn't returned to his place when Hou Liang hurried up to him and said something in a low voice.

"what's up?"

With the help of Empress Xu, the old man who took off his cloak and sword frowned slightly.

Hou Liang didn't answer immediately, but looked around.

The old man waved his hand, and everyone, including Empress Xu, got a little further away.

Even though the distance was empty, Hou Liang seemed to feel unsafe, so he moved closer to the old man and said in a low voice.

"According to Shandong Jinyiwei's report, something happened to the Kong family."

The old man's eyebrows jumped when he heard the words, and he turned to look at Zhu Gaoyu who was going to enter the city to sacrifice to the Taimiao, who was arranged by Lu Zhen, Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

Zhu Gaoyu, who was talking to Lu Zhen, was terrified all of a sudden, subconsciously looked back, and met the old man's eyes.

Looking at the old man's cold eyes, Zhu Gaoyu expressed a bewildered expression.

After staring at Zhu Gaoyu's blank eyes for a long time, the old man withdrew his gaze.

Without going to the seat, he turned and walked into the attic.

Hou Liang greeted the two messengers and followed the old man inside.

"what happened?"

Entering the house, the old man asked the two messengers with a gloomy face.

"Your Majesty, disaster happened to the Kong family a few days ago. Except for Yan Shenggong and a few direct descendants of Kong Jia, everyone else was killed."

"And Yan Shenggong and those direct descendants of the Kong family were also arrested and kidnapped and disappeared!"

The two messengers who knelt down as soon as they entered, lowered their heads, and quickly reported the situation of the Kong family.

After listening to the report, the old man did not show an angry look, but looked at the two messengers calmly.

"Have you found out who the murderer is in Shandong?"

The messenger sent by Shandong Jinyiwei quickly replied.

"According to the investigations of various yamen and the clues found at the scene, the murderer who did this is likely to be Japanese pirates!"

"Japanese pirates!"

As soon as the word "Japanese pirates" came out, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and a ghostly figure appeared in his mind unconsciously.

ps: I haven't slept since last night. I frantically scrolled 3 words, nearly 1 wasted manuscripts, and barely typed out these.

If there are any problems, please mark them out first, I have a good sleep, and then modify them one by one.

In addition, since the daily update is 1, I have to stay up late every night, and I have to go to work the next day, so there is no time to modify it at all, so the update time is adjusted from 2:8 am to 8:[-] pm.

In this way, I have enough time to rest, and I can also think about the manuscript and see what is wrong.

(End of this chapter)