Ming: I am fake, walking on thin ice

Chapter 235: Your Majesty is fake? But the Ming Dynasty is real

Next to the Jinyiwei Prison, there is a small courtyard with strict guards, as if some important person lives in it. It is indeed an important person, Zhang Fu, the former Duke of Ying of the Ming Dynasty.

However, he was not living here, but was imprisoned here. It is said that it was because of the virtuous concubine's plea that the emperor showed mercy and did not put him in prison.

At this time, a carriage stopped in front of the yard, and Chen Mao, Duke of Jing, walked out. He jumped off the carriage and came to the gate of the yard, but the guard stopped him.

"I'm here to try Zhang Fu by imperial decree." Duke of Jing Chen Mao waved the token in his hand.

The guards immediately made way. If an ordinary person came, the guards would never let him pass. Although Zhang Fu was imprisoned, he had experienced four dynasties, and his students and former officials were all over the court and the country. Many people came to see him, but the emperor issued a strict order not to allow anyone to visit him.

Duke Chen Mao of Jing did not go in immediately. He stood at the door and looked around. Then he turned to the guard and asked, "How is Zhang Fu?"

The guard thought for a moment and said, "He's pretty good. He can eat and sleep well. He also insists on getting up early every morning to do a set of boxing. Sometimes he even tells us about his previous experience of following Emperor Taizong in battle."

Another guard echoed, "Right, right, right. Especially in the first few times, when he heard us talk about the successive victories in Mobei, he became noticeably more talkative. He often stared in the direction of Mobei in a daze, and asked us every day if there was any latest news from Mobei."

"It's obvious that the old general really wants to go to Mobei." The first guard sighed, "He asked us about the situation of the march to Mobei. How would we know?"

After hearing this, Duke Chen Mao of Jing State smiled and walked in with a food box. After entering the door, he saw Zhang Fu practicing sword in the yard.

The dance is vigorous and powerful, and it is obvious that one is trained on the battlefield. It is clean and neat, not fancy.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Duke of Jing Chen Mao shouted "Okay" three times in a row.

Zhang Fu stopped and saw that it was Chen Mao. He was overjoyed: "Old Chen, you finally came to see me. Come here quickly."

"I can't get into your place even if I want to." Chen Mao spread his hands and raised the food box in his hand, "I brought you your favorite Shaodaozi and the roasted fish from Taibailou."

Zhang Fu was so excited that he couldn't wait any longer. He quickly stepped forward to take the food box, placed it on the stone table in the yard, and personally poured a full glass of wine for Chen Mao.

"Come on, Lao Chen." Zhang Fu raised his glass.

"Drink!" Chen Mao drank a glass of wine.

After three cups of wine, Zhang Fu glared and said, "Why don't you tell me about the situation in Mobei?"

Chen Mao pretended to be a little confused and asked, "What's going on in Mobei?"

"You're pretending in front of your big brother, aren't you?" Zhang Fu glared, "Back then, we fought together, but I led you to fight."

Chen Mao drank another glass of wine, his eyes dim, "Ah, back then, we were so young, we just wanted to make achievements."

"Yeah." Zhang Fu spread his hands, "My father takes care of me, and your father takes care of you."

Chen Mao nodded in agreement: "We two have clearly made contributions, but our father wants to share the credit with others and not promote their sons."

One of them was the son of Zhang Yu, a famous general in the Jingnan Campaign, and the other was the son of Chen Heng, a famous general in the Jingnan Campaign. During the Jingnan Campaign, they were both young men eager to try and make great contributions.

"Okay, I'll tell you about Mobei." Chen Mao took another sip of wine, looking very proud. "Now our Ming Dynasty is full of talents. Yu Qian is in charge, and the young Yang Guifang is in charge. There are Guo Deng, Yang Hong, Liu Dachui and other veterans, and young people like Wang Yue, Zhu Yong, Bai Gui and others. By the way, the young generation also has your grandson, the tiger of the empire, Zhang Lun. Of course, he is in charge of the southeast."

Zhang Fu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then your Majesty did not embarrass our family, did he?"

"No!" Chen Mao said, "It has no impact on Concubine Xian's status in the palace, don't worry. This is only the case with the current emperor. If it were any other emperor, your family would definitely be exterminated."

Zhang Fu snorted and took a sip from the wine glass.

Chen Mao did not continue this topic, but continued to talk about the Battle of Mobei. Zhang Fu listened with great interest. When he heard that Yang Guifang used a trick to lure out Yesen, he praised: "Yang Guifang, this kid, will achieve more than Yu Qian in the future."

"Oh, you think so highly of him?" Chen Mao asked with a smile, "Is he better than your grandson?"

Zhang Fu nodded affirmatively: "Of course! My grandson can also become a famous general and a talented general, but he is not as good as Yang Guifang because he is not as insidious and shameless as Yang Guifang."

"Hey, what do you mean?" Chen Mao held his forehead with his hand.

"Really, I, you, and Yu Qian are all bound by the so-called reputation of being a famous general. There are some things we won't do, but Yang Guifang will." Zhang Fu smiled slightly, "And he sat up without any burden."

Chen Mao nodded: "Yes, just like the last battle in Mobei, he actually used the heads of the Wala soldiers to build a Jingguan. We can't do it. He looks like a scholar, but his methods are more cruel than ours."

"So, he will definitely be a great talent in the future." Zhang Fu said, his face slightly gloomy, "Such a person is like a double-edged sword. Humph, it depends on... whether Your Majesty can control him. However, Your Majesty should know, because it was Your Majesty who told me that Yang Guifang is going to be the Shura King."

Chen Mao sighed: "Young people, there are endless young people. This is also a blessing for our Ming Dynasty."

After sighing, he continued to talk about the situation in Mobei. Zhang Fu listened and nodded slowly: "In this case, the overall situation in Mobei has been determined. Ming Dynasty, from now on, will no longer have to worry about Mobei." "Yes." Chen Mao laughed, "It's worth a drink."

Zhang Fu finished his drink, raised his eyes and said, "Go ahead!"

Chen Mao was a little confused: "What?"

"The fake... His Majesty asked you to come here, right? Are you trying to persuade me or kill me?" Zhang Fu snorted, "With his current prestige, even if he kills me, no one in the court or the public will say anything to him."

Chen Mao sighed, "Old Zhang, you guessed wrong. It wasn't His Majesty who asked me to come here, and I'm not here to kill you. I came to you because the Ming Dynasty built a military school called the Hongwu Military School. You know what a military school is, right?"

He explained what a military academy was. Zhang Fu listened and praised: "This is great. In the future, many generals will surely emerge from this Hongwu Military Academy."

"Yes, your majesty said that if the Ming Dynasty wants to conquer foreign countries, it needs a steady stream of generals. The Hongwu Military Academy was the idea of ​​your majesty." Chen Mao said, "The military academy is just being built and needs teachers. I'm here to invite you to be a teacher and teach the future generals of the Ming Dynasty. You can also pass on what you've learned throughout your life."

Zhang Fu was obviously moved, but his tone was cold: "Will he let me out?"

"Your Majesty agrees." Chen Mao said.

"Then I won't go either. I won't work for him." Zhang Fu said firmly.

Chen Mao was anxious: "Why?"

Zhang Fu snorted, "Why? Don't you know? I don't believe you can't see that the current emperor is... a fake."

He finally pointed it out directly. Chen Mao looked around and lowered his voice and said, "I don't know whether the emperor is real or not, and I don't care. I only know that the Ming Dynasty is still named Zhu, and the emperor is still the grandson of Emperor Taizong and the son of the previous emperor. His name is Zhu Qizhen. This Ming Dynasty is still real."

After hearing this, Zhang Fu was stunned.

Chen Mao patted his shoulder and said, "Old Zhang, think about it carefully. I will come to see you in a few days. Hey, in fact, His Majesty should let you go among the people. In the prosperous Ming Dynasty, who would believe that the current emperor is a fake? Who cares? The people only care about whether they have food to eat and whether they will be bullied by foreigners."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away. Zhang Fu watched him go away, picked up the wine glass and drank silently.

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Mobei, the Tatar camp.

After the kurultai, Toghtobukha returned here. Of course he was angry because he did not become the Khan of the grassland, but only the Khan of the Tatar tribe.

He now knew that he had fallen into the Ming court's trap. Under the Ming court's plan, the grassland was divided into three parts. The Oirat tribe in the west chose Alazhiyuan as the Khan, his Tatar tribe was in the middle, and there was also the Uriankhai tribe in the east, who had already surrendered to the Ming.

"Father Khan, the Ming court has divided us." Toghon Si Mengke said angrily.

He was the son of Tuotuobuha, young and energetic. Tuotuobuha patted his shoulder and smiled bitterly: "We have no choice at the moment, we can only listen to the Ming court. Because the tribes are tired of war, they all lean towards the Ming court."

"Father Khan, after a few years, when the grassland recovers, we can go south again." Toghon Si Mengke said.

"Of course!" Tuotuobuhua's eyes were sharp. "Now our territory is the largest. Once the Ming army destroys Yesen, we will be the strongest tribe on the grassland. Wait, there will be opportunities in the future."

As soon as the words fell, the earth suddenly shook.

A guard hurriedly ran to Tuotubuhua and reported: "Great Khan, the Ming army, it's the Ming army, they are coming towards us."

"How is that possible? We just formed an alliance with the Ming Dynasty." Tuo Tuo Bu Hua said, "Where did the Ming army come from? Isn't their main force at the Onon River? Some of them have even crossed the Stone Mountain."

The guard pointed to the south and said, "It's coming from the south!"

Tuotuobuhua looked up and could already see the charging army, like a tsunami, sweeping in. The Ming army rushed into the camp without hesitation and the butcher's knife fell.

At dusk, the battle was over, and Tutubuha's men were either killed or captured, with a few escaping. Shi Heng, the chief general of the Ming army, looked at Toghusimengke kneeling in front of him, with Tutubuha's body beside him.

Shi Heng looked at the intelligence in his hand and was shocked: "Alliance? I didn't know. This... this is a huge misunderstanding."

Toghon was kneeling there with fire in his eyes, wishing he could kill Shi Heng with a single blow. Shi Heng came to him with an innocent look on his face, helped him up, and said, "I'm sorry that the news didn't come in time. I came from the south and didn't know that we were already a family. So, I will apologize to your majesty. Hey, you killed Toghto Khan, what should we do? Your father Khan is dead, and we support you as the Khan of Tatar."

Toghon, who was originally angry, suppressed his hatred in an instant. Now that his main force had been destroyed, he could only rely on the Ming court to secure his position as the new Khan.

"Since it is a misunderstanding, we...we..." Toghon Si Mengke really couldn't go on.

"I will give Toghto the Great Khan a grand funeral and support you as the Khan with all my strength." Shi Heng spread his hands, "You are the descendant of the Borjigin family."

(End of this chapter)