After Luo Wen left the East Palace, he quickly went straight to the military camp, found a few reliable brothers, and gave the portraits to them. When the brothers heard that Japanese pirates were about to infiltrate, they all became interested.
In the palace, after Prince Zhu Di got the blueprint of Pili Thunder, he quickly went to find Zhu Yuanzhang and reported to him such a magical weapon.
"See you, Father." Zhu Di walked into His Highness Yangxin and knelt down to salute.
Zhu Yuanzhang is reviewing the excerpts at this moment. This is the reason why he was able to establish the Ming Dynasty. Many emperors in the past dynasties either fooled or pretended not to see the excerpts handed over by the ministers below after they took the throne.
Zhu Yuanzhang was not. He reviewed memorials until late at night every night.
"Haha, the prince is here, no courtesy, you and I don't have to be like this between father and son." Zhu Yuanzhang put down his pen, moved his shoulders, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he is really getting older, and he is tired after reading a few excerpts.
"Father, my son has brought you a magic weapon today." After hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's words, Zhu Di relaxed a lot. This was the tacit understanding between father and son, and it was also Zhu Di's tempered observation of words.
"Oh? What is it that can make the prince think it is a magic weapon?" Zhu Yuanzhang also became interested when he heard this. He was originally a martial artist, and with the Ming Dynasty's atmosphere, he also advocated force, especially if it was helpful to the Ming army. Yes, Zhu Yuanzhang was even more interested.
Zhu Di took out the drawings, walked to Zhu Yuanzhang, put them on the table, and unfolded them one by one in order.
Zhu Yuanzhang was a little puzzled after seeing it: "What is this painting? Why have I never seen it before?"
Zhu Di smiled slightly: "Father, haven't you always wanted to know how the thunderbolt mentioned in the letter sent back by the second brother was made?"
Zhu Yuanzhang understood immediately when he heard this, and stared at the drawing in his hand seriously: "Son, is this true?"
Zhu Yuanzhang's name for Zhu Di changed. That's right. Thunderbolt played a decisive role in the Battle of Jincheng. When the battle report came back, Zhu Yuanzhang even didn't believe it when he saw it.
Although Zhu Yuanzhang crawled out of the dead when he was young, now he is very afraid of war. As a wise king, he can't bear to see those young lives dying on the battlefield, but there is no way. Ming Dynasty has just stood up a little , there are still many forces watching in the dark, and the Tatar tribes on the border have repeatedly violated the border. If at this time, the Ming Dynasty controlled by Zhu Yuanzhang can come up with something that can shock the world, it must be this thunderbolt.
"Father, there is no falsehood. This is what General Yang Bing sent to me."
Zhu Yuanzhang slowly woke up from the shock after hearing this: "Yang Bing?"
"Exactly."
Zhu Yuanzhang noticed something was wrong, and soon he thought of the reason why Yang Bing handed over Pili Lei: "It seems that this Yang Bing realized that the Lin family was going to attack him. Not bad, he has some brains."
Zhu Di also smiled slightly. He naturally understood Yang Bing's intention after saying that the royal IQ was no joke.
"Then Father, what should we do?"
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the drawings: "I remember the message from my second son said that there were hundreds of craftsmen making this thing?" Zhu Yuanzhang finally awakened to his suspicious character.
Zhu Di's heart twitched. Before he came, Zhu Di had guessed that his father might ask about the hundreds of craftsmen.
"Yes, Father."
"Send a message to the second child. Ten of these craftsmen will be left at the border, and the rest will be sent back to Kyoto. Let him find someone trustworthy in the military camp and learn how to make the thunderbolt." Zhu Yuanzhang said while looking at the drawings.
Zhu Di breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, those craftsmen were not killed on the spot. At least the royal family could still control them when they returned to Kyoto.
The father and son chatted in the Yangxin Hall for nearly an hour. No one knew what they said. They only knew that Zhu Di left with the drawings in the end.
Five days later, Yang Bing has been living in Wanqi Mansion, and there is nothing important. Luo Wen is watching over the military camp, and Yang Bing is relieved.
So he has been very comfortable these days. Today he is sitting in the pavilion drinking tea and drawing drawings in his hand. He plans to refine alcohol, not only to disinfect the soldiers and save their lives, but also to save his own life. People's hygiene awareness in this era is really poor.
"Lao Yang, do you have time today?" Wan Qi Ke'er strode over and patted Yang Bing's shoulder and asked. After getting along with each other for the past few days, Wan Qi Ke'er has gradually let go. On weekdays, she and Yang Bing are also brothers. of.
"You can't be more ladylike." Yang Bing looked at the crooked drawing in his hand and glared at Wan Qike'er complainingly.
Wan Qike'er curled her lips: "I'm not a lady yet? How virtuous I am now. Seeing that the weather is getting colder, I made an exception and asked you to go to bed. What else do you want?"
"Hey, it's okay if you don't say it. If you say this, I'll have to settle it with you." Yang Bing slammed the pen.
Indignantly, he started arguing with Wan Qi Ker: "Think about it for yourself, on the first night, I was sleeping soundly, and you hit me on the chest with a big pendulum. I almost met the Lord of Hell at that time. , the next day you turned over and your leg hit me directly, almost destroying my life. Do you still need me to remember it with you in the next few days?"
Yang Bing really didn't expect that at the beginning, he thought he had won the lottery and thought he had touched this woman. But he didn't expect that his wife was so troublesome when sleeping, just like fighting with others. One night Yang Bing Bing had to be woken up at least three or four times, and he was almost having a nervous breakdown these days.
"Tch, he's a grown man, so what?" Wan Qike'er muttered in a low voice.
"Oh, forget it, tell me what you want from me?"
Only then did Wan Qi Kerer remember: "Oh, by the way, today is my mother's death anniversary. I want to take you to visit her."
Yang Bing patted his head: "Hey, you should have said this earlier. Wait for me. I'll change my clothes."
After a while, Yang Bing changed into a light blue robe, his hair was neatly combed, and he walked out of the room with his handsome face.
When Wan Qike'er turned around and saw Yang Bing's appearance, she felt her chest beating a little fast.
"Why are you stunned? Let's go." Yang Bing said with a smile.
The two got on the carriage and went all the way to a courtyard not far outside Kyoto. This was the place where Wanqi Keer's mother loved to play during her lifetime. After her death, Wanqi Shihui also buried her here.
At this time, in the military camp, Mitake Iida and several other Japanese people dispersed and went to the recruiting area of the military camp.
Luo Wen looked at a few familiar faces in the crowd, smiled slightly, and finally thought.
After coming out of the East Palace that day, Luo Wen returned to the military camp and was personally responsible for recruiting new soldiers. He had been waiting for several days without seeing any Japanese people. He originally thought that if he hadn't come today, he would go back to meet the young master. Report the situation, but I didn’t expect it to come today.
Seeing the few people in front of them entering the military camp easily, a Japanese man came over and whispered to Iida Sanken: "Iida-kun, it seems that their vigilance is very poor, it is easy for us to lurk in. "
Mikan Iida smiled coldly: "Haha, with such military discipline, I really don't know how they conquered the territory of the Ming Dynasty." Mikan Iida looked at Luo Wen who was still snoring with his legs crossed on the table. .
Little did they know, Luo Wen had already observed them, and soon it was Iida Sanken's turn.
"Name." The soldier responsible for collecting recruits' information asked lazily.
"Misan Ken."
When Luo Wen heard this name, he almost couldn't help but laugh. He wondered if this Japanese had any brains to give him such a fake name.
"Where are you from?"
"A native of Kyoto." Iida Miken felt very proud when he saw that Luo Wen didn't notice any clues.
Luo Wen waved his hand: "Oh, okay, let him go in quickly. He will die on the battlefield sooner or later anyway. Why are you asking for such details? It's over soon. I have to go back to sleep."
"Yes." The soldier couldn't help but laugh: "Well, hurry in."
Iida Miken entered the military camp smoothly, but just after he entered, Luo Wen spoke.
"Okay, that's it for today. If you still want to join the army, just wait for the news and come back."
Luo Wen's words made Iida Sanken feel bad. Now he was the only one coming in. Things were difficult to handle, but there was no way. Luo Wen had already turned around and left, and the door to the military camp had been closed.
The others also dispersed, leaving only a few remaining Japanese looking at each other, not knowing what to do.
Luo Wen looked at Mitake Iida who was following the veteran and walked away, and smiled slightly: "Humph, little boy, let's see how I can kill you."
Speaking of which, Iida Sanken was miserable. When he met Luo Wen and Yang Bing, he was given the most painful and tiring work every day in the next few days.
Either dumping manure or washing clothes for the veterans, Luo Wen also arranged for him to be in the camp of a group of trustworthy brothers. If Mikan Iida did anything wrong, he would be beaten severely.
Several times, Iida Miken almost couldn't help but take action, but he thought that after stealing the method of making thunderbolts, he could present it to His Majesty the Emperor, so he gritted his teeth and endured it.
On this day, Luo Wen returned to Wanqi Mansion to find Yang Bing to report the movements of Iida Sanjian.
"Well, Brother Luo, if you do this, find a craftsman to come to the house to prepare these things." Yang Bing took out a piece of paper and handed it to Luo Wen.
"Yes, young master."
Soon, Luo Wen brought with him a muscular man in his thirties and a bunch of tools for making thunderbolts.
Yang Bing took the drawing and told the craftsmen how to make a thunderbolt, but he changed the message to be very short, and it would explode almost as soon as it was removed. Under the command of Yang Bing, the craftsman made an extremely dangerous thunderbolt.
"Brother Luo, take this and this eldest brother back to the military camp tomorrow, pretend to make thunderbolts, and then let Iida Sanken get this." Yang Bing had a smirk on his face.
Luo Wen had just witnessed the whole process, so he naturally understood what Yang Bing meant, and turned around with the craftsmen to go to the military camp.
