Ming Dynasty: The Sixth Prince's Secret Thoughts Eavesdropped on by Zhu

Zhu Yuanzhang gave Zhu Biao a look.

Zhu Biao understood, coughed lightly, and gave an old man in the civil service a look.

The old man also understood, and nodded at Zhu Biao.

He stepped forward and lifted the prostrate group up.

"Master Zhang, why do you bother, the prince has something to say, and it's not too late to discuss it after listening to it. "

"Master Li, it's cold on the ground, I heard that you have a bad stomach, don't hurt your body. "

"Lord Wang, you are old, what do you have to do with juniors. "

The old man is one of the three masters of poetry and literature in the early Ming Dynasty, the master of the prince Zhu Biao, the great Confucian of eastern Zhejiang, and Song Lian, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy.

Song Lian has a very high prestige in the hearts of civil officials.

In addition, at this time, he was still revising the "Yuan History".

How many ministers who served as officials in the former Yuan Dynasty intentionally or unintentionally scolded Song Lian, hoping that his old man would say a few more good words for himself in the "History of the Yuan Dynasty".

Even if it's just to leave a name, it's enough for civil and military officials to yearn for.

Yanguan saw that Song Lian came to help, and it was not easy to put on a score, so he had to get up obediently.

"Lord Song, this, this is not appropriate!".

"Lord Song, you go and talk to the prince when you get old, and then discuss it!"

Song Lian didn't speak, just sloppy.

Zhu Biao saw that the time was almost ripe, and stood in front of the hundred officials.

When the officials saw this scene, they knew that the matter of sealing the king had been decided, so they could only sigh in their hearts.

Zhu Biao took out the secret letter from last night from his sleeve and read it aloud:

"General Xu Da rushed for 800 miles, ascended to the throne, won the battle, won all three ways, Wang Baobao fled to Helin, and Yuan Da Khan died violently because of dysentery. "

As soon as this statement came out.

The house was full of surprise.

The sudden news was like a thunderclap, shaking the court without a sound for a long time.

After a while, the unstoppable discussion came and went, and the pot exploded.

"This... The former Yuan Emperor died?".

"General Xu Da is mighty!".

"The son of a bitch, I really want to go to the front line to lead the troops!".

"This is really a blessing for the Ming Dynasty!".

"Woo woo, the mediocre emperor is finally dead, Dad, you can rest in peace in the spirit of heaven. "

"Eh..."

"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live the Emperor!!".

Lan Yu couldn't stop shouting.

Soon, the Manchu Dynasty kept repeating this sentence.

"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live the Emperor!!".

"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live the Emperor!!".

"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live the Emperor!!".

The hour had come, and the sun was shining impartially at the door of the Fengtian Temple.

Zhu Yuanzhang enjoys this glory.

From today on, Daming really gets rid of the haze, like the newborn sun.

The people of the Ming Dynasty also got rid of the painful rule of nearly a hundred years.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty closed their mouths and silenced, looking at him with expectant eyes.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked to the north.

"He is only a Jin Tu Timur, it is said that the Mongolian language 'Tu Ti Ti Muer' means 'iron pot', and now this pot finally knows to obey the mandate of heaven and retreat from the Ming Dynasty. "

"When I remember that he knew the situation, I named him Emperor Shun. "

"This battle was fought bravely by the soldiers in front!"

"This honor belongs to every citizen of the Ming Dynasty!"

Speaking of this, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty trembled with excitement.

Zhu Yuanzhang put away his smile and changed to a common solemn posture on weekdays.

However, the collapse of Emperor Shun was not enough to calm the anger of the people who were brutalized in the Central Plains. "

"It can't calm the spirit of Emperor Renjochun in the sky!"

"I want to give an order, let General Xu Da let go of his hands and feet to kill, and completely drive the Northern Yuan Tartars out of the Great Wall!"

Hear this.

The civil and military officials below couldn't hold back their excitement, and a few even fainted on the spot.

Li Shanchang has a consistent smile on his face, polite and sincere.

Liu Bowen was expressionless, as if he expected what Zhu Yuanzhang would say next.

They only need to take care of what they should do.

As for the battle ahead, the left and right can't burn their own backyards.

Zhu Biao's eyes swept over the minister's face as if nothing had happened, trying to read their true thoughts from everyone's expressions.

Only Zhu Di is the most excited among the princes, eager to sell a few years of life, go to the domain as soon as possible, and go to Beiping to fight the barbarians.

Zhu Hu breathed a sigh of relief at the bottom.

[It is worthy of Lao Zhu, who didn't listen to our nonsense, and made decisions quite wisely. 】

[But how can these people be killed by killing alone.] 】

[Originally, they were nomads, and when they hid in the depths of the grassland, how could they be found without satellites!].

[It's still troublesome to come out to fight the autumn wind and harass the border if there is something to do in the back. 】

[Either slowly fight the battle, fight while tuntian, and drive them away completely little by little, and you can't rush to the north, you have to rush to the west. 】

[Or take advantage of the chaos of internal political factions to use a strategy to drive away the wolf.] 】

[Or.. Hehe, either get a satellite out, and I'll do Da Minghuo to get sick. 】

[It is estimated that Lao Zhu can't think of this piece, so I'll mention it to him when I grow up.] 】

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Hu unexpectedly.

This kid is still hiding things and not saying anything.

The decision he and Xu Da agreed on was similar to the first method Zhu Hu said.

With the abundance of grain in the Ming Dynasty, the Tartars are consumed to death.

Insist on killing everything, and don't stop until you kill the last Yuanren.

As for the second method, some people in the military department have also mentioned it.

But Zhu Yuanzhang hated the Yuan people deeply and didn't really want to adopt this suggestion.

There are some local leaders of the Yuan people, all of whom sit in the well and watch the sky, and only know interests.

If you use cattle, sheep, horses, jewelry, women go as bargaining chips.

What is the difference between my Ming Dynasty and the Northern Song Dynasty!

As for Zhu Hu, he wants to be a big Minghuo to get sick.

Zhu Yuanzhang was very interested.

But what is the 'satellite' in his mouth?

Zhu Yuanzhang had never heard of it.

Listen to Zhu Hu's meaning, as long as there is that so-called 'satellite'.

can easily find the base camp of the Yuan people?

Well, in the future, let the scholars of the Guozijian Hanlin Academy study and study.

There should be well-informed people who know what a 'satellite' is.

PS. Emperor Renzuchun, Zhu Yuanzhang's father.