Seven days later, a large number of cattle and sheep were driven to the camp.
However, the harvest was not too great. When Oara retreated, many Oara soldiers returned to the base camp first and stole most of the cattle and sheep.
There are more than 13,000 sheep and 3,800 cattle in total.
But things are born out of nothing, and these cattle and sheep together are also a considerable fortune.
The army rested for another day and returned to the court.
Along the way, Zhu Di had a bad face, as if someone owed him money. Of course, he was only looking at Li Qing, and he was pleasant to other generals.
The harvest of this trip is really not small. They defeated Oala and killed Mahamu, the leader of Oala. They gave the Yuan people a painful blow and also demonstrated the majesty of the Ming army.
From now on, war or peace will be decided by Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Di was satisfied, and his only regret was that he didn't trap Li Qing.
Entering summer, the weather becomes extremely hot. Under the scorching sun, the soldiers are all listless and have no energy at all.
"Uncle Qing." Zhu Zhanji drove his horse over and whispered, "You are still wearing a mask on this hot day, isn't it hot?"
"A calm mind naturally cools down." Old God Li Qing was there with a contented look on his face, "Are you okay?"
Zhu Zhanji looked like he had something to tell you, but said: "It's okay."
"It's okay." Li Qing didn't answer and continued to enjoy the scenery.
After a while, Zhu Zhanji said sarcastically, "Uncle Qing, do you want a wife or not?"
"No." Li Qing quickly refused, "I'm so old that I'm almost crying. Why do I need that thing?"
"..." Zhu Zhanji's face was full of black lines and he didn't say anything else. He was just the one who told the story. Once the words were brought, the task was completed. As for whether Li Qing would agree or not, that was not his concern.
So, we turned to talk about the Thirteen Deadly Shots.
Li Qing admired this junior very much and began to teach him carefully.
Whether it's the Grasp of Immortality or Heading into the Yellow Dragon... all the things to pay attention to and the essentials of various moves are taught in detail.
Zhu Di watched with cold eyes, looking at his eldest grandson who was getting closer to Li Qing, his already ugly face became even more ugly.
Along the way, he gave Li Qing a lot of face.
But Li Qing was so thick-skinned that he seemed unaware, which made the fourth child very angry.
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In late July, the army entered the territory of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Di dispersed his troops to station in Beiping, Zhending, Dezhou... and returned to the court with only the Beijing army squadron.
It was almost August 15th when we arrived in Jinling.
Outside Jinling City, Zhu Di stopped his horse and looked at the deserted Jinling City. His old face turned completely gloomy.
After such a big victory, not a single official came to celebrate or greet him, which made him feel even more angry.
Not to mention that the emperor went on a personal expedition and returned with a great victory. He just went on a trip. When he returned to the capital, hundreds of officials came out of the city to greet him. This was the most basic etiquette.
None of the officials came, which meant that they did not take him as the emperor seriously.
Especially now that the eldest son is supervising the country and almost all civil servants support him, it makes Zhu Di, who is already suspicious, very angry.
When Li Qing saw this scene, he quickly pulled Zhu Zhanji over and whispered, "Go back quickly and let your father come to greet you."
"Hey, okay." Zhu Zhanji saw that his grandfather's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and secretly cried out: My dad, why can't you let your son have some peace of mind.
Zhu Zhanji turned his horse and left, but was stopped by Zhu Di: "What are you doing?"
Sensing his grandfather's strange aura, Zhu Zhanji said sarcastically, "Grandpa..."
"Your grandpa is not here." Zhu Di's face was gloomy.
Zhu Zhanji quickly changed his words: "Your Majesty, I feel a little unwell and would like to return to the palace as soon as possible to have the imperial doctor take a look."
Zhu Di knew he was lying, but he still nodded: "Ang, go!"
He wanted to see if the good boy was really rebellious.
Zhu Di took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Enter the city!"
The Beijing army entered the city in batches, and the generals' faces were not good-looking. It had only been half a year since they left the capital, and the civil servants were so arrogant, and they were extremely annoyed.
As soon as they entered the city and not far away, Zhu Gaoxu came with a group of generals, including yellow umbrellas and dragon chariots, all ready to greet him.
"My sons and ministers congratulate the Emperor for his great destruction of the tiles and his unparalleled contribution to the Ming Dynasty..."
All the generals and nobles came to pay their respects and welcomed him in unison.
Zhu Di's face softened a little and he said loudly: "Everyone is safe!"
The faces of the accompanying generals also look much better. They sacrificed their lives on the battlefield and need recognition from others. This is what they deserve.
Zhu Gaoxu came up to him with a happy face, looked up at Zhu Di, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please move to the dragon chariot and accept the hundreds of officials... ah no, the generals will pay homage."
Hearing this, Zhu Di's already ugly face became even more ugly. The civil and military families were about to separate!
Li Qing secretly sighed. Zhu Gaoxu's move to sow discord was not clever, but it was very effective.
Now, when Zhu Di was angry, he even lost his calm thinking and had a suspicious character, which made him easily fall for this not-so-smart trick.
Zhu Di dismounted and changed to the dragon chariot. The good mood he had been in for the past few days was gone, only angry.
As an emperor, no one else would be indifferent to being so neglected and despised by officials, let alone an iron-blooded emperor like Zhu Di.
Fatty was going to be in trouble... Li Qing was helpless. He couldn't understand why Fatty would make such a low-level mistake. The army's schedule was obviously sent to the palace!
Seeing Zhu Gaoxu whispering in Zhu Di's ear, he even broke into a cold sweat for Xiaopang.
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Royal study room.
Xiaopang was handling the memorial, with Huang Huai, Hu Guang and other cabinet secretaries helping him. As usual, he was calm and fulfilled.
"Emperor Grandson, please slow down, I haven't reported yet..."
"Get away!"
Hearing the noise outside, Xiaopang suddenly raised his head, and then saw the big boy walking in with an angry look on his face.
"Zhanji, why are you back?"
Zhu Zhanji didn't even salute, and yelled anxiously: "Dad, why are you still sitting down? Grandpa is so angry, do you know?"
"Why is he so angry?"
"you……"
Zhu Zhanji was angry and reached out to grab my arm. He was too fat and missed it. He grabbed his wrist instead and said, "Follow me."
"where to?"
"Follow me." Zhu Zhanji was young and strong, but when he was anxious, he became even more powerful, causing the little fat man to stagger.
"Hey, slow down, my memorial..." Xiaopang walked out uncontrollably and shouted back, "You guys comment on the handling suggestions first, my father and I are going out first..."
The father and son left the main hall, and Xiaopang finally couldn't bear it anymore, "What happened, you should tell me!"
"Grandpa won a great victory, why didn't you go to greet him?" Zhu Zhanji roared angrily, "Father, can't you be more careful?"
Zhu Zhanji felt very tired when he saw such a big-hearted and fat man.
"Your grandpa is back?" Xiaopang was shocked, "When did it happen?"
"When did everyone enter the city!" Zhu Zhanji was furious, "Didn't you receive the military intelligence report?"
"No!"
Zhu Zhanji hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Hurry up and summon the officials from the six departments to greet him. If it's too late, grandpa will enter the palace."
"Hey, okay." The little fat boy's round body is actually quite flexible, not much slower than the big boy.
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Entering the capital, Zhu Di did not let the army return to camp, but entered the imperial city directly. He just wanted to see how big a stir the civil servants could make.
As they approached the palace, the fat man who was so busy that he was sweating profusely finally came out with officials from six departments.
"My sons and ministers (ministers, etc.) respectfully welcome the emperor on his triumphal return."
When the dragon chariot stopped, Zhu Di stuck his head out and said to Zhu Gaoxu on the side, "Send an order to let the army return to camp."
"My son, I obey the order." Zhu Gaoxu saluted respectfully and left in a hurry.
Zhu Di put down the curtain of the sedan chair, kicked the fender, and the dragon chariot moved forward again. From the beginning to the end, he never looked directly at the prince and took the officials of the six departments as air.
Xiaopang wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face full of bitterness.
The emperor refused to let him stand flat, and no one dared to stand up. They just knelt down like that. For the civil servants who have a good reputation, this was ten thousand times more uncomfortable than hitting the imperial staff.
Zhu Di was furious, and Li Qing couldn't help but plead for Xiaopang.
When passing by Xiaopang, he quietly handed him a small bottle of elixir.
Zhu Di was not targeting just Hao Daer, but the entire civil service group.
Almost all of his policies are not approved by civil servants. If he gives in this time, civil servants will definitely intensify his efforts in the future.
Li Qing was thinking more. In his opinion, Hanhan had intercepted the news on purpose. This could be seen from Xiaopang's unexpected expression. Of course, it was not ruled out that Wen Chen had intercepted the message on purpose.
Or, it could be both.
But no matter what, Wenchen will be in trouble this time!
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