"It's okay, Uncle Xu, I'm just here to wish you a happy new year." Zhu Di said.
But his eyes were darting around.
Xu Da knew that Zhu Di must be here because of other things.
Immediately he sighed in his heart and said to Zhu Di: "Your Highness, my daughter is at home. Please come with me, Your Highness."
Zhu Di was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
In this case, you can explain it to your father... Zhu Di secretly thought in his heart, and couldn't help but praise himself for being such a clever guy.
Soon, Zhu Di met Xu Miaoyun.
This is the first meeting between 14-year-old Zhu Di and 12-year-old Xu Miaoyun.
Zhu Di's first impression was that this girl was so beautiful, much prettier than the concubines in his father's palace.
It's not impossible for her to be her own princess.
This idea quickly flashed through Zhu Di's mind.
He had not forgotten the purpose of his coming here.
After Xu Da left, he asked directly: "Miss Xu, can you take me to meet Yang Xuan."
"I heard in the palace that Uncle Xu has accepted a disciple. I want to see what kind of person can get into Uncle Xu's eyes."
"I wonder what your Highness, Prince Yan, has to do with my junior brother?" Xu Miaoyun frowned slightly and said.
"I don't have anything else to do. I just heard from Yungong that Yang Xuan is very skilled and I want to communicate with him." Zhu Di smiled sarcastically and immediately sold Xu Yungong.
"Okay, Yungong, let's see how I deal with you." Xu Miaoyun gritted her teeth secretly.
"Your Highness, why don't you think about it again? My junior brother is a bit special." Xu Miaoyun looked at Zhu Di and said.
He didn't think that his junior brother would lose to Zhu Di.
One day a year ago, she saw her father and Yang Xuan fighting with her own eyes.
The latter relied on his natural divine power and the wild moves he had honed in life and death, and he was able to hold on to several moves in Xu Da's hands.
This is impossible to see among peers.
You know, your father Xu Da has been fighting for more than 20 years, and his martial arts skills are not weak at all.
She reminded Zhu Di now just to make him retreat.
It wouldn't matter if he won, because he was afraid that if he lost, he would offend King Yan.
"Oh~ It doesn't matter, it's just because I heard that he is extraordinary that I wanted to communicate with him."
Zhu Di waved his hand and said indifferently.
He has enough confidence in himself.
"Well, I hope His Highness can get his wish."
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Zhu Di followed Xu Miaoyun to the martial arts field and saw Yang Xuan who was doing horse walking.
Xu Da commented that although Yang Xuan's wild moves have unexpected effects, as a soldier, especially as a general, you must not fail in your immediate skills.
If you are going to fight right away, you must have strength in your waist and a stable lower body.
This is what Yang Xuan lacks now.
So now Xu Da has no intention of teaching him anything else, just letting him lay a solid foundation.
"Senior sister." Yang Xuan greeted Xu Miaoyun, and then noticed Zhu Di beside her.
"Senior sister, who is this?"
Zhu Di did not wear his princely clothes, but wore a training suit with a thickened jacket on top.
However, clothes can be changed, but a person's temperament cannot be changed.
As the son of Zhu Yuanzhang and the prince of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di's nobility cannot be described in words.
Yang Xuan carefully looked at the young man in front of him and began to guess in his mind.
"he…"
"This must be Young Master Yang Xuan, I'm Zhu Silang."
Xu Miaoyun was about to tell Zhu Di's identity when he was interrupted by Zhu Di.
How could he not know what Xu Miaoyun wanted to say? Once Yang Xuan knew his identity, how could he have a good fight with him?
When he competed with the eunuchs and imperial guards in the palace, they didn't dare to take action, they were just acting.
Zhu Di was very depressed.
Now that I finally had a chance, how could I let Xu Miaoyun destroy it?
And there is another advantage of not using his real name, that is, when his father asks him, he can confidently say, what does Zhu Silang do have to do with me, Zhu Di?
"I have long heard that Uncle Xu has accepted a disciple, and I came here to have a chat with you."
Hearing this, Yang Xuan subconsciously looked at senior sister Xu Miaoyun with some doubts in his eyes.
Who is this guy?
He knew without guessing that the name Zhu Silang must be fake.
If it were ordinary people, it would be normal to use numbers as names, but the young man in front of him looked like he was from a noble family, and he called Xu Da uncle, which seemed wrong.
After receiving Yang Xuan's look, Xu Miaoyun shook his head gently and told him not to agree to the competition.
But Yang Xuan misunderstood. He thought what Xu Miaoyun wanted to say was: I don't know this person.
So he nodded slightly to show understanding.
Seeing this, Xu Miaoyun breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the next second he heard Yang Xuan's promise, he staggered and almost fell down.
"Okay, I agree."
Didn't we agree not to fight... Xu Miaoyun looked at Yang Xuan with questions on his face.
Don't worry, I can definitely win... Yang Xuan gave Xu Miaoyun a reassuring look.
Seeing this, Xu Miaoyun gently touched his forehead.
It’s over!
On the contrary, Zhu Di looked happy.
"Haha, okay, let me see what skills you have that can make Uncle Xu accept you as his disciple."
Zhu Di took off his coat and looked around. There was no place to put the clothes, so he looked at Xu Miaoyun: "Miss Xu, can you help me get my clothes?"
"Yes." Xu Miaoyun nodded and did not refuse.
Yang Xuan looked at this scene and felt strange.
Since you don’t know him, why not refuse?
Is it because of this young man’s identity?
You know, the Xu family is already the top nobles in the entire Ming Dynasty. Is there anyone the Xu family can't refuse?
If there is one, there is only one.
Royal!
There were only people from the royal family. Even if Xu Miaoyun didn't know him, he didn't dare to refuse.
Zhu Silang, Zhu Silang, yes, this young man is a member of the royal family.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t use a pseudonym.
His surname is Zhu, and he is the fourth child. Damn it, this young man must be...
Ming Chengzu Zhu Di, right?
Yang Xuan carefully observed Xu Miaoyun and Zhu Di again, and saw that the former's expression was not as natural as usual, and he immediately had the answer in his mind.
Yang Xuan didn't know how to describe his current mood.
If I really have to describe it, well...it's quite complicated.
Can you imagine the scene when Ming Chengzu Zhu Di stood in front of you and said he wanted to communicate with you?
"Mr. Yang, when do we start?"
Zhu Di's words pulled Yang Xuan out of his thoughts.
He looked at Zhu Di and wanted to regret it.
But then I thought about it, I was so scared!
It was Zhu Silang who was competing with him, not Zhu Di.
Even if the King of Heaven comes, the one who communicates with me is Zhu Silang.
Afterwards, if someone investigates, he can also say that he did not know that Zhu Silang was Zhu Di.
Those who don’t know are not guilty!
"Any time." After thinking about it, Yang Xuan smiled.
At the same time, I felt a little excited.
After all, this is the future Ming Chengzu!
"Okay." Zhu Di also smiled.
Then, the two of them selected weapons from the weapons rack.
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