Zhu Zuozhao said a lot before he died, and they were all recorded word for word.
No matter Zhu Lizhao said that Lan Yu was the first generation of ancient and modern times, and Zhu Yunxi was the second generation of ancient and modern times, in Zhu Yunwen's view, there was only one ancient and modern generation, and that was Zhu Liazhao himself. He was like a ghost in the dark night, with ambitions and conspiracies. With scheming and wisdom, he controlled the entire situation and led the situation to the end of the royal family killing each other.
Ancient and modern times were the revenge of the Hongwu Massacre. Even if they did not come to the Ming Dynasty, they would probably become a force and affect the changes in the situation. In history, when Zhu Di rebelled, the counselors behind him were not only Yao Guangxiao, but also Jin Zhong, Yuan Gong, and a group of charlatans.
Whether the Yin soldiers really exist beside Zhu Di evolved into the outcome of the fight between uncle and nephew.
Is the conspiracy rebel Zhu Gaoxu instigated by the Yin soldiers to re-enact the scene of the uncle-nephew fight?
None of this could be clearer.
History is full of fog, and it is impossible to see the clear truth.
Zhu Yunwen looked at Zhu Zuozhao's "last words" and his expression gradually became serious.
"Tell Jianwen that everything is not over yet."
"If the Yin soldiers are not completely destroyed, a spark will start a prairie fire."
"More than 100,000 evil corpses condensed to form a curse, and the emperor will end the Ming Dynasty with a tragic death."
"Jianwen, he is still alive."
"The second generation of him will kill you."
Zhu Yunwen frowned and looked at Pang Huan: "Who is he referring to?"
Pang Huan shook his head slightly and replied uneasily: "These are the words left by Zhu Zuozhao when he was dying. He seemed to have lost consciousness at that time and refused to answer any questions. He later died of excessive blood loss."
Zhu Yunwen closed the document and threw it to Pang Huan: "Burn it. The past and present are dead, the chess players are dead, and the remnants of the party have been killed. This is the end of the matter."
Pang Huan picked up the document, hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, there are still some concerns within the Security Bureau. In ancient and modern times, chess players manipulate the world-famous pattern, and there must be a group of manpower and lobbyists outside. If we don't continue to pursue it, I'm afraid ..."
Zhu Yunwen rubbed his eyebrows: "The mastermind is dead, and there is nothing to worry about the remaining people. If the Security Bureau thinks that these people are a threat, then it will send someone to investigate secretly, and don't make any more noise."
"Accept the decree."
Pang Huan agreed, saluted and left.
Zhu Yunwen calmed down the uneasiness in his heart and turned his attention to the map. The most worrying thing at the moment was the two forces of Oara and Tatar.
Zhu Di had been out of the customs for some time. According to the time and marching speed, he should have appeared near Datong at this time. Benya Shili and Arutai were likely to run away in advance. Perhaps the army was pursuing the main Tatar force and going deep into the grasslands.
As for Wala, because the distance is too far and the speed of information transmission is too delayed, it is difficult to judge the current situation. However, looking at the documents sent three days ago, the main force of General Wala's troops was being transferred to the vicinity of the Tianshan Mountains. I don't know whether Mahamu wanted to pay tribute to Timur or to accompany Timur.
Xijiang Province has Ruyu, the veteran minister, and Pingyang Boquneng. Although it is difficult to face Mahamu, a wolf, it should be no problem to defend the main city. The only worry is that Mahamu will He led his troops deep into the Tianshan pasture and rushed all the way to the vicinity of Yili.
In that case, Mahamu is likely to take away many of Ming's war horses, but in that case, Mahamu will have no escape route, and he will be trapped and die in Western Xinjiang.
This is an extremely risky behavior, and Zhu Yunwen is not sure whether Mahamu has the courage.
Western Xinjiang is vast and sparsely populated, with scattered guard posts, difficulty in concentrating troops, and over-reliance on city defenses, all of which will make it easier for Mahamu to advance. However, the land is too vast, extending thousands of miles from north to south. If you run around, your strategic goals may not be achieved, and the army may be exhausted first.
In Western Xinjiang now, we can only focus on prevention.
Zhu Yunwen set his sights on the grasslands outside Datong. The most disturbing thing now is whether Zhu Di can find the main Tatar force and fight with them.
Fengyang, broken house.
A thin Taoist shoveled the soil and built a grave mound. Then he sat down, counted a bunch of paper money, looked at the mound, and murmured in a low voice: "Zhu
Sitting in the photo, you actually failed. Haha, I can’t believe it, I can’t believe that Zhu Yunwen actually faked his death. He would rather make people in Jinling panic, and would rather risk the collapse of the frontline sergeants, just to hook you! ".z.
"After all, Zhu Yunxi is still not ruthless and decisive enough. If he were more ruthless and got rid of the Queen Mother and Zhu Wenkui... it's over. Twenty-one years of calculations and conspiracy, the grudges of two generations, finally ended in failure. It's autumn. Get up, the yellow leaves are peeling off the dead branches, it’s time for me to leave here and complete your final arrangements. I’ll give you a glass of wine, don’t wander on the road to hell, and walk well..."
Dao Jie stood up, took off the sword on his back, and stuck it on the grave. Then he took out a black token from his arms, examined the token with the word "black", turned it over, squinted and said, "The world is the best chess player in the world." There are not many who can take this chess player's token, and even fewer. However, I do have a suitable candidate..."
With the whisk stirring, Dao Jie walked out of the door, stepped on the boat, and sailed away.
On the official road in Huai'an, among the caravans, an inconspicuous farmer sat under a tree, holding a coir hat and shaking it in the wind, looking back towards Jinling: "The autumn wind kills all the flowers, but in the severe cold of winter, there are still flowers in full bloom. In autumn, all flowers cannot die. Chess player, are you right? Haha, what a show, what a show..."
"Stop resting and get up. This time we are delivering food to King Yan's army. We can't be late. If we delay, no one will survive."
The sergeant shouted, his whip flying in the air, making a loud noise.
There is a small village outside Dongchang, Shandong.
In the night, an old monk looked at the people sitting around and said: "The reason why you are in poverty is because you don't believe in Maitreya. Only by believing in Maitreya can you become rich. Why do some of you die of illness? Because if you don’t believe in Maitreya, if you believe in Maitreya and you are sincere, you won’t get sick..."
After the people dispersed, the old monk looked at the night sky and shook his head bitterly: "It's hard to fool people now, and only in this poor place with mountains and valleys can white lotus grow. Chess players, we lost, white lotus will die, and Maitreya will die. If you will never be born again, why do you have to arrange your funeral arrangements, find the second generation of chess players, the third generation of ancient and modern..."
"It's useless, it's useless. They're all illusory bubbles, like the sound of thunder, rolling and disappearing, like the flash of electricity, shining and extinguishing. That's all, I will go west and repeat the path of Xuanzang. Maitreya can't save me, then Just ask Sakyamuni."
The old monk left, and the people were surprised for a few days, and then no one paid attention to him again.
On the vast grassland, the autumn wind blows, and the green and yellow grassland becomes particularly moving. Under the undulating curves, there are no cattle or sheep, only the flags are fluttering, and the sun and moon flags are held high...
