Ming Dynasty: Regrets about the Jingnan Rebellion? I changed it in a dream!

Chapter 13: The Jinyiwei's Fear

"Besides, Grandson, I should say something that I shouldn't say. This Zhuang Mu is indeed an extraordinary person."

Zhao De said in a low voice.

"It's better not to provoke him easily, Grandson."

Zhu Zhanji didn't care. He thought it was not easy to provoke him?
After all, he was the crown prince appointed by Zhu Di himself, and the successor to the future successor.

As long as he doesn't die young, he will definitely become an emperor of noble status in the future.

In addition, given his attitude towards Zhu Di, it was impossible for Zhu Di to go against his will.

"I am the crown prince. Apart from my grandfather and my father, who can suppress me?"

Although Zhao De wanted to refute, considering his status and position, Zhuang Mu did not have the ability to do so.

but.

"Your Highness, you don't know that today we followed the Emperor into the tavern."

"Guess what? The Emperor and Mr. Yao ordered a glass of wine, and the color of the wine was as colorful as the starry sky at night."

"After the emperor finished drinking, he fell into a deep sleep."

"It is agreed that if the emperor does not wake up within a quarter of an hour, we will capture Zhuang Mu."

"Who would have thought that after a quarter of an hour, the emperor had not yet regained consciousness, and Commander Zhu had also captured Zhuang Mu."

"We asked him how to wake up the emperor, but we never expected that the scene was all our imagination."

"When we came to our senses, the emperor had already woken up, and Zhuang Mu was standing there unharmed."

"It's as if everything has been our fantasy since the moment we drew our swords and pointed them at Zhuang Mu."

Zhu Zhanji listened carefully to Zhao De's explanation of what happened.

"Fantasy? Are you setting me up? How is that possible?"

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji didn't believe it, Zhao De quickly asked for confirmation from several Jinyiwei beside him.

"If you don't believe it, you can ask them. They were there at the time."

Upon hearing this, the Jinyiwei beside him nodded and responded to Zhao De's request for confirmation.

Zhu Zhanji fell into deep thought.

These Jinyiwei were Zhu Di’s personal bodyguards.

Loyalty is enough to be accurate. Although not loyal to oneself, it will not lead to making up lies to deceive oneself.

Besides, if it is said by one person, it is not very credible.

But since so many people say so, we have to take it seriously.

"You mean, what you experienced at that time was like a dream?"

"You entered a dream without knowing it? And then you captured Zhuang Mu in the dream?"

Zhao De and others could not give a very clear response to this.

Although it is said to be a dream, the experience is very real. Whether it is the texture or the pain, it is all real.

It was said that this was not a dream, but when I opened my eyes, nothing happened, and I hadn't even moved a step.

As long as Zhuang Mu has the intention to kill.

They might die without even realizing it.

"I am not sure whether I have entered a dream or not."

"So, it's better for you to be careful next time, Grandson."

"Thinking about it now, my back feels cold."

Coincidentally, a breeze blew by, and Zhao De and others shivered.

Zhu Zhanji had never experienced it, so naturally he didn't understand that feeling that was both real and unreal.

However, it is obvious that Zhao De and other Jinyiwei who killed people without blinking an eye felt scared.

It's really weird.

"Could it be that Zhuang Mu is a demon?"

That’s not right. The old monk said that there are no gods, demons, immortals or Buddhas in the world.

These are just some spiritual potions.

The emperor should value reality instead of seeking immortals and asking for the truth, deceiving himself and others.

After listening to Zhao De and others' explanation, he became more and more interested in Zhuang Mu.

Zhuang Mu, drinking wine from dreams, dreams, demonic ways...

Judging from all the signs, Zhuang Mu seems like a kind of evil Taoist who can bewitch people.

The most famous evil Taoist priest was Zhang Jue, the great wise teacher and leader of the Yellow Turban Army during the Three Kingdoms period.

The blue sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established.

The evil Taoist who started the chaotic times and caused the complete decline of the powerful Han Dynasty.

Of course, there is also a demon in this dynasty.

That was the black-robed prime minister, the evil monk Yao Guangxiao. He gave the Prince of Yan a white hat and successfully made him the emperor.

However, after long-term contact with Yao Guangxiao, he did not feel that there was anything mysterious about Yao Guangxiao.

Furthermore, Yao Guangxiao himself did not believe in gods, ghosts, immortals or Buddhas.

Thinking about this, Zhu Zhanji came to Jinchuan Street. The weather was cold.

Most people choose to stay at home, and only a few vendors who want to make a living are still setting up stalls.

Although there are not many customers, they cannot make money by staying at home, so merchants like them need to buy food from time to time.

Not like farming farmers.

Walking on the streets of Jinchuan, Zhu Zhanji came to a restaurant and was about to go in.

Zhao De quickly pulled him back.

"Grandson, this way."

Zhao De pointed to the alley next to the restaurant.

When I walked into the alley next to me, I could no longer see many people.

After winding around and walking deep into the alley, the tavern came into view.

Looking at this geographical location, Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but complain.

“It’s so remote.”

Zhao De came to the door.

"Grandson, please allow me to go and inform them."

Zhu Di had instructed not to make it public, meaning not to tell anyone, otherwise one would bear the consequences.

However, Zhu Zhanji was an exception.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhanji couldn't wait for Zhao De to notify him.

He directly snatched all the bedding from the Jinyiwei's hands.

"No need to notify, are you still afraid that I will harm my grandfather?"

Holding the quilt in both hands, Zhu Zhanji was ready to push it open with his butt.

However, it was tied up from the inside and naturally could not be pushed open.

He could only look at Zhao De beside him.

Zhao De quickly signaled the two people beside him to knock on the door.

Not long after.

Zhu Wei's broad body appeared before his eyes.

Looking at Zhu Zhanji and Zhao De in front of him, Zhu Wei was stunned and was about to speak.

But he was stopped by Zhu Zhanji's expression.

I couldn't free my hands, so I could only make a low "hush" sound.

Although he didn't understand why Zhu Zhanji appeared here, Zhu Wei also understood Zhu Zhanji's expression.

No publicity.

He opened the door, making way for Zhu Zhanji, and then took the bedding from Zhao De.

Zhao De was also very tactful and did not follow in.

Inside the tavern, the stove was the only thing that was lit in the room.

The firelight and warmth radiated throughout the room, and Zhu Zhanji also felt much warmer.

Looking inside, I saw a semicircular three-dimensional table right in front of me.

The height of the table is about waist-high, and the chair in front of it is also slightly taller than ordinary chairs.

There were two old men sitting in front of this semicircular table.

Zhu Di and Yao Guangxiao.

However, it seemed that the person named Zhuang Mu was not seen in the store.

This pub is different except for the table at the front.

The rest of the facilities are similar to those of other restaurants.

Ordinary tables, chairs and benches.

I didn't feel there was anything special about it.

Zhu Di and Yao Guangxiao were also talking and did not notice that the person who came later was Zhu Zhanji.

"Old monk, you just said that you also bought dream wine."

"Could it be that you have any regrets?"

"tell me the story."

Dream wine, since Zhuang Mu did not give this wine a name, he simply called it by its function.

(End of this chapter)