Chapter 33 Zhu Di and Jiang Xinghuo’s first meeting

Li Jinglong closed the door with his backhand and asked in a crying voice.

"Your Majesty, why is this happening?"

Zhu Di, who was originally indifferent, softened a bit when he asked him this question.

Immediately, Zhu Di understood that Li Jinglong had misunderstood something.

"What makes this happen?"

Looking at Zhu Di who was like a cold stone in front of him, Li Jinglong burst into tears.

"Your Majesty, the 25,000 taels I received last time is really my entire family! There are hundreds of people in Duke Cao's mansion, so we have to leave some money to support our family."

"Don't forget that I drive such a big boat up and down the Qinhuai River every day. This is an old antique left by my father in the early years of Hongwu. The wood on the bottom of the boat was rotten a while ago and it almost sank."

Zhu Di wanted to speak.

Jiang Xinghuo has the attitude of some social terrorists, and does not have the generosity and heroism to guide the country in prison.

What the hell kind of rhythm is this?

"I'm lying down, come on."

Li Jinglong pointed at Zhu Di and introduced: "Jiang Lang, this is Yan Polu, the captain of the Zhongyi Guards School."

As for the effect, what can I say?

If Zhu Di doesn't look for himself, who should he look for?

Li Jinglong's question was answered, and Zhu Di asked: "Is Jiang Xinghuo on the boat?"

"Captain Yan, it's raining well," he said in return.

"It's best that you don't know." Zhu Di paused and said, "Remember, don't reveal my identity when you go in later."

Of course, with Li Jinglong's reputation and ability, he doesn't actually need to taint himself, and Zhu Di won't suspect that he is plotting to plot a rebellion with dead men. He doesn't have the ability, understand.

Now, as the head coach of the Southern Army that had lost troops and territory, not only did Jianwen's old ministers hate him for losing in a favorable situation, but he was also ridiculed by the Yan Army camp as a dandy.

Therefore, although he ranks first among the officials, everyone wants to step on him. Anyway, Li Jinglong's current position is so embarrassing that he doesn't even dare to fart.

Zhu Di is crazy!

Could it be that Jiang Xinghuo was not his illegitimate son but his love rival?

Zhu Di walked toward Jiang Xinghuo with a long knife that shone with a faint cold light.

Li Jinglong was stunned. Why did the emperor hide his identity when he saw Jiang Xinghuo?

Of course, Li Jinglong was afraid that Zhu Di would settle accounts with his wife, but he knew that Zhu Di had no need to use such a sudden attack to capture him, let alone lead the team himself.

Zhu Di, holding the knife on his waist, patiently listened to Li Jinglong's cry to express his loyalty, and then looked at the funny-looking Li Jinglong and said.

If you don't even show an attitude, how can the emperor trust you?

Zhu Di snorted coldly, raised the knife with both hands, and carefully observed Jiang Xinghuo's expression in front of him.

"Yes." Li Jinglong glanced at Zhu Di's face, "I and others bought a poem in Feng Yue Zhizhi. We visited Qinhuai last night and rescued him when he fell into the water. I don't know anything else."

That's why he was very confused.

But I saw Jiang Xinghuo - grinning, his face full of joy!

Jiang Xinghuo lay down on the couch, closed his eyes and waited for death. He even adjusted the position of the pillow to make himself more comfortable.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to say anything. I swear that I will have absolutely no contact with the remnants of Jianwen!"

"Captain Yan, this is Jiang Lang."

He was simply lying there waiting to die, refusing to even turn over.

So, in order to show his positive attitude, Li Jinglong spoke before Jiang Xinghuo asked.

Zhu Di took a breath, and the rain and cold wind poured into his mouth. He pursed his lips and pushed the door open.

Zhu Di naturally didn't know what Li Jinglong was thinking, so he took off his bag and held it in his arms and said.

"I am now the Commander of the Zhongyi Guards, Yan Polu!"

Now I saw it with my own eyes, but across from me was a young man with clear eyes, wearing a mink fur and sitting quietly by the couch. He seemed to have a somewhat reserved temper.

In the eaves of the second floor, rainwater fell from Zhu Di's armor, dripping into lines.

But all he could see was a middle-aged man in armor sizing him up seriously outside the windy and rainy door. His expression was majestic and solemn, and his eyes were so sharp that people couldn't help but feel frightened.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jiang Xinghuo turned around and asked, wearing a pure white mink fur.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xinghuo felt a cold light flash before his eyes, and a sword that looked extremely long and heavy was pulled out with one hand by Colonel Yan Polu.

So who is this extremely majestic person?

Li Jinglong saw Zhu Di staring straight at Jiang Xinghuo, and even showed a happy smile, and he was sure that there must be something fishy.

Li Jinglong's face turned red and he immediately became happy.

Zhu Di nodded and asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you Jiang Xinghuo, the escaped prisoner?"

This is a common self-defeat method to show that you have no different intentions and only seek glory and wealth.

"It's down there."

Li Jinglong, who was still chattering, suddenly stopped talking and his expression was extremely exciting.

After saying that, Zhu Di waved his knife and tried to strike. Li Jinglong was so frightened that he rolled over and hid next to the screen, curling up and shivering.

"His Majesty?"

Self-defeat is an attitude, not a method.

Zhu Di said coldly: "I was ordered to kill the escaped prisoner!"

"Wait!" Li Jinglong hurriedly stopped him.

"The sun and the moon are bright, and the country has no sun."

Li Jinglong swallowed and shook his head.

"Okay, I'm not here to find you."

Zhu Di: "."

Could this be Zhu Di's long-lost illegitimate son?

Cold murderous intent spread in the air, and Li Jinglong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Zhu Di frowned, what a disgusting name.

Zhu Di looked at Jiang Xinghuo again. He usually heard Jiang Xinghuo's voice, and his impression was that he was lazy and a bit slovenly, but he was an immortal figure like Lu Zu who had great abilities.

He also knew that Zhu Di was very suspicious, so when Li Jinglong went to court, he simply used it as a decoration to calm the hearts of Huaixi nobles; when he went to court, he drove his own big boat, played music and feasted, and followed the waves on the Qinhuai River.

"Mr. Cao, is your face working?"

Zhu Di glanced at him and said, "What? Do you want to die too?"

"If you want to die, just stand in front and wait until I kill you first before it's his turn."

Zhu Di was too lazy to explain: "Is it necessary for me to personally bring troops to find you?"

Jiang Xinghuo saw Cao Jiujiang following behind him dejectedly, and knew that Mr. Cao's face was not easy to use this time.

Talking back to Zhu Di's perspective, the first meeting with Jiang Xinghuo was actually a bit beyond Zhu Di's expectations.

"There is really only one sun in my heart: Your Majesty!"

Li Jinglong: "."

Zhu Di frowned when he heard this and stared at Jiang Xinghuo, looking straight at him, as if he wanted to penetrate his skin and see clearly inside to see if this person was really an immortal and if he was really not afraid of death.

.

After not feeling the familiar revolving door feeling for a long time, Jiang Xinghuo touched his neck and saw that the knife had not cut him off. He was not dead yet, so he asked doubtfully.

"Why don't you cut it? Your arm is numb?"
Chapter completed!