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The words "I won't borrow" made the atmosphere slightly awkward.

Even Zhu Xiongying was stunned for a moment, then smiled and took another look at the Qi King Zhu Su in front of him.

What a damn talent!

Why did old Zhu Xiongwu give birth to such a son in his life? It would be a pity not to attend the Spring Festival Gala.

Xu Huizu, who was standing next to him, furrowed his brows and shouted loudly.

"Zhu Shu, do you know what you are talking about?!"

Zhu Shu's body trembled again. He gritted his teeth and refused to let go. He glanced timidly at Xu Huizu from the corner of his eyes and muttered.

"I'm not asking you to borrow it, of course it doesn't matter..."

He concluded that what Zhu Xiongying wanted to borrow was the head on his neck.

"Your life or death will be decided by the emperor in the Forbidden City."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Shu's heart suddenly fell to the ground. He took a long breath and stopped shaking.

"What I borrowed from you, I asked, was a letter written by a sinner."

When Zhu Shu heard that he was only asked to write a letter of guilt, but not his own head, he immediately beat his chest.

"Your Highness, don't worry, I will definitely..."

"Write it with your blood."

Suddenly, Zhu Shu's face turned pale.

But if you think about it, it’s not unacceptable. The worst thing you can do is eat a few more black-bone chickens afterwards.

"Twenty copies."

Zhu Xiongying added another sentence.

Zhu Shu was stunned for a moment, his face turned ashen.

Twenty copies? How much blood does this cost?

After writing these twenty letters of sin to oneself, I am half dead even if I am not dead!

Zhu Xiongying stopped looking at Zhu Shu, and Xu Huizu also knew what he meant. He waved his hand, and immediately a sergeant pressed down the tied Zhu Shu and started bleeding to write a book of guilt.

The reason why Zhu Su was asked to write such a blood letter was to frighten the kings of the inner vassal.

The decree has been made to cut off the guardianship and control power of the feudal kings. Although these mainland feudal kings have few soldiers at hand and cannot make any trouble, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they still have to give a warning.

And why it was twenty copies was because Zhu Xiongying actually didn't know how many vassal kings there were in the mainland.

He only vaguely remembered that there were more than a dozen, so in order to avoid the embarrassment of not having enough, he went ahead and added more.

As for Zhu Shu's life, life or death in the end, that is not an issue that Zhu Xiongying needs to consider. It is up to Lao Zhu to decide what to do next.

"When Zhu Su has finished writing, he will pass the book of guilt to the fourteen censors by flying eagles, and order them to be delivered to the hands of each vassal."

Zhu Xiongying said calmly that he had ordered Liu Lian to select fourteen censors to go to various places in the Ming Dynasty a few days ago.

"yes."

Xu Huizu cupped his fists and saluted.

"Your Highness, now that Shandong has been decided, what next?"

Xu Huizu took a step forward with a fighting spirit in his eyes.

"It's better to take advantage of the situation..."

"Not urgent."

Zhu Xiongying interrupted Xu Huizu. He knew what Xu Huizu meant.

The troops left Shandong and entered Yan territory in one fell swoop.

But in the Archmage's opinion, the time is not yet ripe.

His Great Teleportation Technique can currently only carry 800 people teleporting at one time, and the Beijing army has 300,000. It will take three to four hundred trips to transport them, and they will not die from exhaustion.

As for running on your legs?

By the time the army from the Beijing Camp had been running for a month and reached the northern border, he would have already mastered the Great Teleportation Technique. Wouldn't it be a waste of effort? It would be better to train in the Beijing Camp for a while longer.

Xu Huizu paused for a moment, said nothing more, clasped his fists in salute, and retreated.

………………

Yingtianfu, among the officials.

Scholars are all talking about it.

To be precise, it was an article that came out of Guanghansi.

The highest academic institution in the Ming Dynasty, the Imperial College.

Xiaobao, who was learning navigation knowledge alone in a side room, saw several supervisors discussing excitedly in the yard, and couldn't help but get up and join in.

When these supervisors saw that the visitor was Eunuch Xiaobao, they all looked respectful and saluted one after another.

Although Xiaobao is a useless eunuch and his cultural level is not high, he has always been the most despised existence among the educated class.

But after all, Xiaobao is the personal attendant of His Highness Taisun. All the supervisors of the Imperial College are well aware of this, so naturally they don't dare to offend him. How much they despise him is a matter of heart, but they still have to be respectful on the surface.

"What are the gentlemen discussing?"

Recently, Xiaobao likes to join in the fun of scholars' circles. He feels that he can learn a lot by talking to scholars more.

This "Sir" also made the young supervisor feel very comfortable.

"Eunuch Xiaobao, we were just talking about an article that was just published by Guanghan Division, called: Three Principles of Encountering Gods."

"The three stories about encountering gods are also very interesting. In one of them, His Highness Taisun is compared to a god. As long as you believe in His Highness Taisun, your wishes will come true. The rest of us even used three simple but powerful methods.

These miraculous things are described in interesting stories, so we call them three.”

"…………"

"..."

At first, these supervisors were a little nervous because of Xiaobao's appearance, and then they became more and more excited as they talked, starting from the 'Three Rules for Encountering Gods' all the way to everyone else.

The Yu family they refer to is naturally Yu Shaobao.

Not only among officials, but also among Yingtian people under the deliberate guidance of the officials, it has spread rapidly.

Because this "Three Stories of Encountering Gods" is composed of three simple stories without losing the plot, it can be spread without any obstacles even among illiterate people.

At this time, in the outer city of Yingtian Mansion, there was an alley hidden at the corner of the street, and a dilapidated house full of mottled features.

"Mom, forget it, it's useless."

A sloppily dressed man with both legs crippled was leaning on a crutch and looking calmly at his mother, an old woman over sixty with mottled white hair and wrinkles on her face.

At this time, the old woman was holding a stick of incense and was respectfully offering incense in the main room. After offering the incense, she bowed three times and kowtowed.

But the strange thing is.

What is enshrined on this altar is not the Arhat Bodhisattva, nor the gods, but a recently carved sacred tablet with the six words "His Royal Highness Taisun of the Ming Dynasty" written on it.

"We have prayed to gods and Buddhas over the years, but the gods have ignored us at all."

The man had a sad, wry smile on his face.

But the old woman didn't care about her son at all. After hearing the three stories about Yu Shen, she believed it from the bottom of her heart.

After offering incense and kowtow, the grievance paper written by the teacher early on was quietly burned in the brazier.

And in a dark corner of the room, a woman with messy hair was smiling crazily.

………………

Shandong Chengxuan was appointed Secretary of State and ascended to the prefecture.

The so-called Dengzhou Prefecture only accepts the administrative planning of the lower level of the Chief Secretary. In the 21st century, it is a prefecture-level city.

If we want to be more precise, the location where Zhu Xiongying is located is called Penglai.

The Penglai on the legendary Penglai Island.

Being close to the sea, the scenery is really great.

Penglai Beach, the sea breeze is warm and the sun is shining.

Zhu Xiongying stood on a pristine beach, feeling the sea breeze carrying water vapor in front of him, and felt relieved.

It's a pity that there are no girls in bikinis.

Otherwise, a beach ball game would taste absolutely wonderful.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Zhu Xiongying frowned.
To be continued...