"King, 70% of the cattle and sheep have been moved." Tuotuo Polo was full of admiration, "Thanks to your foresight, you made a decision the first time you learned that the Ming army was coming to the grassland."
Mu Zhuoer shook his head bitterly: "What's the use of being far-sighted? We can't eat Wala. If we can't eat Wala, we will never have a chance."
How many times had Oara been on the verge of extinction and the Tatars were about to be unified, the Ming Dynasty would step in and never let her get her wish.
This time is no exception.
Mu Zhuoer was used to it after suffering too many losses.
Especially in the 22nd year of Yongle, the base camp was polluted and the Tatar losses were unprecedentedly serious.
Since then, Mu Zhuoer has opened a second base camp to prepare for emergencies, and it is just in use now.
Totto Polo was silent for a moment and said worriedly: "Now that the Ming Dynasty has joined forces with Wala, if the Ming Dynasty is really serious and pursues them all the way, I'm afraid our second battalion will also be exposed."
"That's not possible." Mu Zhuoer said firmly, "The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is not stupid. If he really destroys us, Wala will unify the grassland. Don't worry, the Ming Dynasty will not kill him, but we must do what he wants. "
"his meaning……?"
"Don't eat Wala." Mu Zhuoer said.
Tottu Polo hesitated and said, "Then what are we doing now...?"
"Run." Mu Zhuoer laughed at himself, "I've been given a chance. If I don't run, I can't blame them for being ruthless. Let's go. Let's leave quickly before the Ming army comes."
"Just leave like this?" Tottu Polo was a little reluctant, "What if we..."
"There are no ifs." Mu Zhuoer warned: "Don't give up everything on the Tatars just to take advantage of the extremely low probability. You are now the Tatar Grand Master. You should inherit your grandfather's legacy. You will not get far if you fight bravely. of."
Totto Polo was speechless and said miserably: "Is this the end for us Tatars?"
"No, there is still a chance." Mu Zhuoer comforted him, "The Tatars are still the largest tribe in the grassland, their influence is still there, and their strength is far greater than that of Oara. Just wait for the right time."
"When will that day arrive?" Tottu Polo asked.
Mu Zhuoer looked up at the sky and said with a wry smile: "Only the Changsheng God knows."
…
When the Allied Forces of the Ming Dynasty and Wala arrived, the Tatars had disappeared. Apart from the traces of ethnic group life, there was nothing else. The move was so clean.
It's still too late... Boyan Timur regrets.
The same goes for other leaders.
Daming was finally willing to bleed, but the enemy ran away, which made them feel deeply disappointed.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, judging from the traces, the Tatars must have just left not long ago." General Yiwala requested, "If we pursue them, maybe we can catch up."
Zhu Zhanji readily agreed: "Then pursue him."
~
Two days later.
Zhu Zhanji suddenly ordered to stop the pursuit.
The generals of Wala felt regretful, but it was hard to say anything. Boyan Timur was not disappointed at all. The Ming Emperor had done a good job this time.
Not only did it help him secure his position as leader, but it also relieved Wala from an urgent crisis. He was very satisfied and grateful.
Returning to Wala, Zhu Zhanji said a lot of empty words to the generals of Wala, and then immediately ordered his troops to return to the court.
They even didn't give the army any time to rest and marched all the way.
Zhang Fu was puzzled. Seeing the complaints on the faces of the soldiers, he came to see Zhu Zhanji and explain the situation.
On the dragon chariot, he only replied: "I understand."
There is no further text.
Zhang Fu was confused and asked: "Excuse me for being brave. If the emperor has a deep meaning, I hope you can explain the situation so that the soldiers can understand."
After a moment of silence, Zhu Zhanji's voice came from the dragon chariot again: "Come in and talk."
Zhang Fu boarded the dragon chariot, and when he saw Zhu Zhanji's appearance, he couldn't help but turn pale with horror, "Your Majesty..."
"Keep your voice down." Zhu Zhanji's eyes were sharp.
Zhang Fu nodded, but his face was still ugly, and he said softly: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
"I..." Zhu Zhanji looked at the accompanying imperial doctor, "I ask you again, have I been poisoned?"
The imperial doctor said tremblingly: "The emperor was not poisoned."
"I'm talking about poisoning." Zhu Zhanji looked murderous, "You tell the truth, otherwise I will kill you."
"Your Majesty, have mercy on me. It's impossible to tell the difference between a serious disease and a mild poisoning!" the imperial doctor said with a sad face.
Zhang Fu interjected: "Your Majesty, how do you feel now?"
Zhu Zhanji was silent for a while and said quietly: "It's very bad."
"Why is this happening suddenly?" Zhang Fu couldn't accept it. He suddenly looked at the imperial doctor and said angrily, "What disease is the emperor suffering from?"
"Heart...palpitations."
"Okay." Zhu Zhanji waved his hand and said with a gloomy face: "Zhang Fu, after the prince ascends the throne, you will know the banquet. Also, help Yu Qian more."
Zhang Fu's face suddenly turned pale, "Your Majesty..."
Zhu Zhanji interrupted: "Young Master, I will give the Queen Mother the power to supervise the country. You must unite the front with her. Also, Sanyang can be reused but not trusted;
Guo Jing from the Ministry of Personnel, Hu Hui from the Ministry of Rites, Hu Bu from the Ministry of Husbandry... I will promote Liu Zhongfu to the post of Minister. You can make friends with three of them. "
Zhang Fu endured his shock and asked, "Is there more?"
Zhu Zhanji pondered for a long time, "If you find that Sanyang cannot be reused, you can discuss with the Queen Mother and abolish them directly."
After a pause, "You have to remember one thing. The prince's teachings can only be taught by Yu Qian, and martial arts can only be taught by you. You cannot let a third person teach him."
"This..." Zhang Fu wondered, "How can I keep an eye on you all the time in the palace?"
"I will let the Empress Dowager watch in the palace," Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhang Fu affectionately, "Grandpa, Ming Dynasty will trouble you."
Zhang Fu burst into tears. Even though the two were not related by blood, the words "grandpa" still made him feel warm.
"Your Majesty... you were fine before, so why..." He couldn't accept it.
Zhu Zhanji laughed at himself: "I am tired of running around these days, which caused the toxicity to attack in advance. In the final analysis, I am not careful enough!"
"Poison?" Zhang Fu was stunned, then became murderous, "Wala kid doesn't know what to do..."
"It wasn't them who poisoned me." Zhu Zhanji shook his head, "They didn't dare and had no reason to do so. Besides, I have had people test the poison all the way through my diet."
"That is……?"
Zhu Zhanji did not answer, but just said: "Have you written it all down?"
Zhang Fu nodded and said anxiously: "Li Qing will definitely be able to cure you. I will send someone to summon him back now."
"He has left Nanjing, and it is probably too late." Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly and waved his hands, "Even if it was too late, I have already been poisoned into my bones, and he is not a god. Alas... I should have been on guard."
Zhu Zhanji breathed a sigh of relief, "The most important thing is that we must support Wala and never let it perish."
"I have noted it down." Zhang Fu nodded solemnly.
"Well..." Zhu Zhanji glanced at the imperial doctor who had listened to the whole process, "You are not allowed to leave the British public eye, and you are not allowed to talk too much. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand." The imperial doctor nodded hurriedly.
Zhu Zhanji smiled and warned: "If anyone asks, just say it was boiled medicine for the British Lord. I will reward you heavily after returning to Beijing."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Zhu Zhanji glanced at Zhang Fu meaningfully and said, "Go, I'm tired."
Zhang Fu silently cupped his hands and lamented: The Ming Dynasty's sky is about to collapse.
After getting out of the dragon chariot, Zhang Fu glanced at the imperial doctor without leaving any trace, his murderous intent fleeting.
~
The army was galloping all the way, and the soldiers were miserable, but no one complained anymore, because the emperor said that each person would be rewarded an extra two taels of silver after returning to the capital.
The purchasing power of two taels of silver is much greater than that of treasure banknotes. It is enough for a family to live a prosperous New Year, and the soldiers are naturally full of energy.
Zhu Zhanji opened the sedan curtain, looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky, and said softly: "It's time to celebrate the New Year."
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ps: Sorry, due to the structure of the book, I cannot extend Zhu Zhanji’s life. I ask for your understanding.
To explain, there are different theories about Xuanzong’s death in history. The most common theory is that he had a genetic disease;
The reason for this statement is that Ming Renzong only served as emperor for ten months, but in fact Ming Renzong was not short-lived. Even if he was short-lived, his death was more due to depression, obesity, fatigue, and anger. ;
In history, Ming Renzong was very angry. I believe anyone who has read the history of the Ming Dynasty will know how tired he was. It is not difficult to imagine how tired Ming Renzong was. Before his death, Ming Renzong still chanted "Li Shimian humiliated me", which shows that he was very angry.
Furthermore, Zhu Zhanji, the half-brother of Zhu Zhanji, lived to be over seventy years old, and Zhu Zhanji was an extremely energetic emperor, not a frail and sickly one.
As for the rumor that Xuanzong took the elixir, it is even more nonsense. There is no record of Xuanzong taking the elixir in the history books. It is even more ridiculous to say that he was poisoned by lead while fighting crickets in Xuande's furnace.
Qinghong looked through the history books, but couldn't find the reason, because the history books didn't mention how Xuanzong died. In September, he went to patrol the border with great energy (the border patrol was not a war), but the person who came back was no longer good, haha... ...The deaths of emperors of the Ming Dynasty were mostly unclear.
It is said that Zhu Di's lineage is short-lived and has bad genes. Isn't Jiajing from Zhu Di's lineage?
Qinghong said responsibly that it wouldn't be any better if she were of Zhu Biao's lineage.
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