June 17, the fourth year of Jianwen, is a day that will surely go down in history.
Under the oppression of Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen, King Zhu Di of Yan managed to save his life by pretending to be crazy, eating pig food, and living in a pig pen.
After four years of hard work, the opponent who once needed to look up to was finally sent to heaven.
Now is the time for him to reap the fruits of victory.
Twenty miles east of Jinling City lies Zhongshan, one of the four famous mountains in the south of the Yangtze River.
Because there are often purple clouds lingering on the top of the mountain, it is often called Purple Mountain.
At the southern foot of Zhongshan Mountain is the Xiaoling Mausoleum of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty and Hongwu Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
In the early morning, the sky was bright, and the Sifang City where the Xiaoling Mausoleum was located was already in full swing.
Countless civilians and craftsmen were under the supervision of the heavily armed Ming Dynasty tigers.
They are working hard to build a magnificent altar.
When the sun rises today, King Yan Zhu Di will pay homage to Emperor Hongwu on this altar.
At the same time, the palace gate had been almost repaired.
Fang Xiaoru was pulling Chen Kan, who was yawning profusely, towards Fengtian Hall with a look of hatred on his face.
Because Zhu Di went to the eastern suburbs to pay homage to the imperial mausoleum, and would set off from Fengtian Palace with hundreds of civil and military officials.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with the white-bodied Chen Kan.
But I don’t know if Zhu Di was kicked in the head by a donkey, and he actually ordered Chen Kan to accompany him.
So, at the fourth watch, Chen Kan was dragged up by Fang Xiaoru to take a shower and change clothes.
At this moment, Chen Kan only felt that the world was in chaos, and his mind was also in chaos.
Seeing Chen Kan's angry look, Fang Xiaoru became furious.
He couldn't help but threaten in a low voice: "Asshole, today is a big ceremony. Don't embarrass me. Otherwise, don't blame me for cleaning up the house."
Chen Kan replied weakly: "I know, I know, you have said it many times."
Fang Xiaoru was not the first to arrive in the palace.
In fact, before Fang Xiaoru and Chen Kan arrived, a large group of people had already gathered densely in the square outside Fengtian Hall.
It can be clearly seen that General Wencheng on the square is divided into three small circles.
The largest group among them were the civil servants of the Jianwen Dynasty who surrendered after Zhu Di conquered Yingtian.
In the Jianwen period, they were headed by Wang Tui, the Minister of Household Affairs, Zhang Zhen, the Minister of Personnel Affairs, and Zheng Ci, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry.
The second largest number of people followed Zhu Di from Peking to Jinling as military attachés, among whom Qiu Fu and Zhu Neng were the most conspicuous.
As for the smallest number of people, it was the Jianwen Dynasty military attache who surrendered to Zhu Di. Sheng Yong, Ping An, and a group of low-ranking military attaches huddled aside like quails.
As soon as Chen Kan came to Fengtian Hall, he saw a young man with oily hair and powdery face standing behind Sheng Yong.
Without him, just because this man's state is almost the same as Chen Kan.
He frowned, yawned, and looked like he hadn't woken up.
The corners of his mouth moved slightly from time to time.
Chen Kan could tell just from the movements of his lips that he must be greeting someone with Chinese quintessence.
"Puch."
Looking at the young man's appearance, Chen Kan almost laughed out loud.
Then he quickly covered his mouth and followed Fang Xiaoru to stand behind Wang Rui, the Minister of Revenue.
However, there were too many old Jianwen ministers who surrendered.
After squeezing and squeezing, Chen Kan found that he was getting further and further away from Fang Xiaoru.
The ministers did not dare to squeeze Fang Xiaoru, but there was no psychological pressure at all if they squeezed Chen Kan, a hairless kid.
"Please give way, I have something to do with Mr. Fang."
A fat white hand was placed on Chen Kan's shoulder. Chen Kan turned back with dissatisfaction and glared: "Who are you?"
The person who came was a fat, white, middle-aged man who smiled like Maitreya Buddha.
Facing Chen Kan's glare, he said with a smile: "I am the Minister of War, Ru Yu."
"oh!"
Chen Kan nodded and was about to get out of the way when he suddenly felt that something was not right.
Then he asked with a suspicious look on his face: "You are the Minister of War, then who was Qi Tai who died yesterday?"
Ru Yu said: "Haha, Qitai, he is also the Minister of the Ministry of War."
Chen Kan: "???"
"I am the living minister, he is dead."
Chen Kan: "..."
"Puch, haha, hahahaha."
A burst of laughter came, and Chen Kan and Ru Ru turned their heads and glared angrily at the same time.
"Who?"
"Hahahaha, living minister, dead minister, it's so funny, it made me laugh to death."
Chen Kan turned around and saw that the young man who was originally standing behind Sheng Yong had been squeezed next to Chen Kan at some point.
He also listened to the conversation between Chen Kan and Ru Yu word for word.
Chen Kan searched the original person's memory, but did not learn the identity information of this person in the original person's memory.
I couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"
Ga!
The man's laughter stopped suddenly, and then he suddenly showed an incredible look, as if he was surprised.
He said loudly: "You actually don't know who I am?"
"Do I have to recognize you?"
As soon as the words came out, Chen Kan was stunned.
This sentence is so familiar.
Did I say that before?
"You actually don't recognize me?"
Chen Kan frowned, then cupped his hands and said, "I don't recognize you. May I ask who you are?"
The man said proudly: "Listen up, I am Cao Guogong Li Jinglong!"
"Oh, it turns out it's Cao..."
"Damn it, are you Li Jinglong, Cao Guogong Li Jinglong, Ming God of War Li Jinglong?"
Chen Kan looked like he had seen a ghost.
This guy turned out to be Li Jinglong.
This, this, this, damn it!
Li Jinglong was very satisfied with Chen Kan's performance. He raised his head and pointed his nostrils at Chen Kan and replied, "Yes, I am Cao Guogong Li Jinglong."
Then he asked with some confusion: "But, when did my Lord get the title of Ming God of War?"
"Well......"
Chen Kan choked for a moment and thought to himself, do you deserve the title of Ming God of War?
The 500,000 troops you tricked to death can prove it.
But what Chen Kan didn't expect was that before he could answer, Li Jinglong smiled and said, "However, with my superb military skills, I can afford the title of God of War."
"Hiss~"
As soon as these words came out, not to mention Chen Kan, even the living minister Ru Ruyu on the side was so shocked by his shamelessness that he took a breath of cold air.
Chen Kan took a breath, stretched out his thumb, and suppressed his nausea and said: "Well, my father-in-law is wise and has unparalleled martial arts skills for thousands of years! He can certainly bear the name of the God of War."
"vomit……"
Ru Yu: "Ugh..."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Li Jinglong laughed again.
He patted Chen Kan on the shoulder and said: "Not bad, you can talk, I admire you. What is your name and what is your official position?"
"Chen Kan, a common man, is currently a white man!"
"White body?"
"Um."
"Oh, it's not a big problem. After my fourth cousin pays homage to my great-uncle, I'll ask him to reward you with an official position."
"Then let me thank you first."
"You're welcome. The people I, Li Jinglong, respect are my good brothers. They are all buddies..."
