Zheng He came back and when he saw the newly joined fleet, he asked who was leading the army.

After learning that Fang Xing was leading the army, Zheng He looked normal, just asking others not to disturb him, and then stayed alone in the house and didn't know what he was doing.

Zheng He doesn't take a nap, so it's a bit strange to be bored in the room at noon.

As a veteran of the fleet, Wang Jinghong went to knock on the door.

"who?"

Zheng He's voice sounded a little heavy, Wang Jinghong responded and then pushed open the door.

The light in the room was not very good. Zheng He sat on the chair and saw him coming in, and asked, "Is your Majesty dissatisfied with us?"

Wang Jinghong closed the door with his backhand, then sat next to him, and said, "His Highness of the King of Han came out to see the overseas. This was to plan for the fiefs of future vassal kings. Xing and Bo... asked him not, but since he brought a firearm weapon soldier from Qianhu, he must have come to see blood. Father-in-law, are you worried about this?"

Zheng He looked melancholy and whispered: "Xinghe Bo is killing, and he will kill everywhere he goes. His Majesty suddenly sent him to chase him. This is because of a change in his overseas plan. I am afraid... I am afraid I will see blood!"

Zheng He rubbed his eyes, then touched the gray hair on his temples and said sadly: "Overseas have always been comforting. Emperor Wen just wanted to expand the influence of the Ming Dynasty and make money through trade to support the northern expedition and various projects. The late emperor was a little disgusted with going to sea, but His Majesty is completely different from the late emperor..."

Wang Jinghong looked at Zheng He's old attitude and felt sad, saying, "Your Majesty is sharp and he is determined to build a big territory for the Ming Dynasty. Don't worry, father-in-law, Xing and Bo will not suffer any losses."

Zheng He let out a sigh and said, "Yes! But can we wait for it? Yes, I am old and want to maintain the current situation. Your Majesty probably has insight into these, so he sent Xing and Bolai."

Wang Jinghong comforted: "Dad Majesty, if Your Majesty wants to replace us, then there is a direct decree, but isn't this not the case? So, you relax your mind and we have to set out next!"

Zheng He picked up the teacup, and he slowly drank the cold tea. Later, his stomach began to whine.

"Hmm? It's cold!"

Zheng He was at sea all year round, and he had some stomach problems and would feel uncomfortable after eating raw and cold food. He rubbed his stomach and said, "The most troublesome thing is His Highness the King of Han. If he is arrogant, no one can control it. But Xing and Bo are in good condition. You should pay more attention to it at that time. If His Highness the King of Han makes trouble, please ask Xing and Bo to comfort him."

The day after Zheng He arrived at Taiping Port, Fang Xing came back with several ships.

Zheng He's face was a little pale. As soon as he met, he asked, "Donald Zheng is not feeling well?"

Zhu Gaoxu didn't like this kind of greeting, so he went straight to his place and asked someone to prepare a bath with hot water. His feet were completely stuck to the socks and could not even be taken off, so he had to soak them in hot water.

"Our family has gastrointestinal discomfort, Xinghe Bo, that's..."

The Japanese pirate prisoners were brought over at this moment. Fang Xing said, "I just wiped out these Japanese pirates who came to avoid disaster in Xiaoliuqiu. These prisoners, Mr. Zheng, took care of them. If there is no use, they will speak directly and let someone chop them up."

Zheng He observed his expression and felt that Fang Xing had no intention of seizing power, so he smiled and said, "It just so happened that the dock here needs to be repaired. These people are laborers, so our family will arrange it later."

Fang Xing knew that he would make Zheng He a little sensitive when he chased him, so he bowed and said, "So Fang will rest. If it comes time, just follow Zheng Gong's arrangements."

This gave him enough face, but Zheng He asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"The farthest to the sky."

Fang Xing's words relieved Zheng He halfway, but half of them, he had to ask, otherwise he would not be able to sleep peacefully.

"Do you want to kill?"

Fang Xing didn't expect Zheng He to ask this. He smiled and said, "You are Xuan Wei, and I am Xuan Wei."

Zheng He was not surprised by this answer. He nodded and said, "Then I will leave it to you within Malijia. Our family will explore the past."

This is a compromise plan and everyone is happy.

If the two gangs were together, sooner or later they would make a fuss because of their different ideas. Although Zheng He was an old man, Fang Xing was sent by the emperor, and there was also a Han King who was willing to do so by his side.

"ah……"

The two stood still and looked at the barracks in front of the right, but a roar came from the side.

"Is this your highness's voice?"

"ah……"

The second scream came, Fang Xing nodded and said, "His Highness Han's feet are rotten and stick to the socks. I guess he is taking off the socks."

Zheng He's nose wings moved, and there were also rotten feet on the boat. Once someone approached, you would smell a stinking smell.

Zheng He and Fang Xing entered the barracks with their teeth. As soon as they entered, they saw Zhu Gaoxu sitting on a chair with a wooden basin in front of them.

The wooden basin was steaming, but Zhu Gaoxu's feet were placed beside the wooden basin, and blood flowed down the wooden basin. His guard stood beside him, with a tangled look on his face, obviously he was a little numb by the tragic foot washing.

Fang Xing glanced at the socks that were thrown to the side. The socks had been turned over from inside. You could see a piece of skin, blood-stained human skin in a gray-black area.

The room was filled with stinking smell and blood. Zhu Gaoxu frowned and said, "Damn it, you are not allowed to wash your feet on the boat. Zheng He, are your feet smelly?"

Zheng He said awkwardly: "Your Highness, the little water left on the boat... can rub your feet when washing your face."

A little water, after washing my face, most of it was sucked away by a towel, the remaining bit...

Zhu Gaoxu looked at his big hands and felt that the little water was not enough to rub his hands.

"Call the doctor."

Fang Xing casually ordered, Chang Jianxun behind him answered, and Zhu Gaoxu scolded, "You must call the doctor even if you have a big injury. Come back."

Fang Xing shook his head: "Your Highness, if you get pus in the wound on the boat, it will kill people. Chang Jianxun goes."

Chang Jianxun hesitated for a moment, and Fang Xing frowned and said, "The soles of his feet are peeled off. Can you still walk?"

When Chang Jianxun saw Zhu Gaoxu's angry face, he hurriedly ran away.

The doctor came soon after. He didn't dislike the smell. He washed Zhu Gaoxu's feet himself, then applied ointment, and bandaged it again, saying that he was not allowed to work hard and it was guaranteed to be done in one month.

But who is Zhu Gaoxu?

If he doesn't allow this foot to be pressed for a month, he might as well commit suicide by lifting a knife.

After the doctor, Zhu Gaoxu asked someone to get a crutch and then called Fang Xing out for a walk.

There was nothing good in the camp. The soldiers and sailors were idle and had nothing to do, and they just played and chatted in the camp, and they were in a mess.

When Zhu Gaoxu saw someone falling, he was a little excited, but he was a little depressed just looking at his crutch.

“When can I leave?”

Tens of thousands of people are here, and it is quite expensive to eat and chew. You can return one day earlier if you leave the voyage one day earlier.

…

The fleet left Taiping Port on a deserted morning. Zheng He bowed devoutly to the Tianfei Palace on the Nanshan Mountain on the boat, then turned around and said, "Get out!"

Unlocking the cables and starting the anchor, the fleet slowly left the berth. The officials who sent them to the shore breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Zhu Gaoxu's foot was injured, so he started to torture people when he was depressed and had nothing to do. Zheng He and others avoided them far away, and Fang Xing was acquaintances and he was not good at using his temperament. In the end, the local officials were called and he had to tell him about the local situation every day. He even made serious suggestions, which almost made these local officials crazy for a while.

"The plague god is gone! Good things, everyone, I have set up a banquet, and it will be a day off today."

"Okay, I can finally have a good night's sleep, go with me!"

Several officials shaking their sleeves and then went back side by side, laughing all the way.
Chapter completed!