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

Chapter 8 I'll Stay Tonight

After laughing.

Zhu Di got up and went outside. The cold instantly swept through his body. The weather was getting colder and colder.

Compared with the warmth of the tavern, it was like two worlds of ice and fire.

He instructed Zhu Wei who was beside him.

"Go and inform the palace that I will stay here today and will not be leaving."

"Also, ask the palace to send me some bedding and cushions."

Zhu Wei bent his waist and lowered his head.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Your Majesty, Zhuang Mu is very dangerous. Please think twice."

The white snow slowly fell on Zhu Di's body.

He exhaled a breath of hot air and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know."

"Then why are you?"

Zhu Di knew in his heart that Zhuang Mu possessed extraordinary magical powers and could control people's dreams.

very dangerous.

Zhu Wei’s unusual behavior just now should also be caused by him.

But the matter of Fengtian Jingnan had weighed on his mind for more than ten years, and he had been emperor for more than ten years.

In fact, it’s enough.

The Crown Prince is good at regulating the country, and he rarely handles state affairs on his own. It is always the Crown Prince who regulates the country and does random checks on his own.

The grandson is growing older, and is very sensible and well-behaved, and is becoming more and more like his younger self.

The court would not be in chaos without him.

"Zhu Wei, you have been following me for almost twenty years, right?"

"Your Majesty, I only remember six thousand five hundred and eleven days."

Zhu Di was slightly stunned.

Zhu Wei must have a lot of brains to remember so much, and it must be difficult for him.

If Zhu Wei could be this smart in doing things, perhaps he could be promoted to the commander-in-chief of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

It’s a pity that if he had been made the commander-in-chief of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he would have been framed and killed by others without knowing how.

Zhu Di put his hand on Zhu Wei's shoulder and patted him.

He smiled and said, "I am old and dying soon."

"But I don't want to die with some regrets."

Zhu Wei was shocked and quickly half-knelt and said, "Your Majesty is in good health, how can you talk about death?"

Zhu Di smiled indifferently. He was in good health. It was his own body, how could he not know it?

He rode a horse to kill the enemy and dismounted to govern the country, and worked hard for half his life.

I am already in my old age, and I don’t know which will come first, tomorrow or death.

But what is certain is that it only happened in the past few years.

"Okay, let's do it."

"If the palace asks, just say I went to Jiming Temple."

As an emperor, he didn't have to report to anyone where he went.

However, if he suddenly disappeared, it would indeed cause chaos in the palace.

It’s better to notify you.

Zhu Wei felt helpless, so he could only bow and say, "Yes."

"Oh, by the way, let the others come here and wait tomorrow. You can stay here alone tonight."

Hearing this, Zhu Wei quickly spoke.

"Your Majesty, are you safe..."

"Haha, in the tavern, I am dangerous, but I am also safe, right?"

After saying that, Zhu Di turned and walked into the tavern.

He pushed the door open and left, leaving only the sound of the doorbell echoing in Zhu Wei's ears.

It seems that what the emperor said is correct.

If Zhuang Mu wanted to kill someone, no matter how high their martial arts skills were, it would be of no use.

Similarly, if you want to kill someone in front of Zhuang Mu, no matter how many people you have, it will be of no use.

This kind of magical method was the first time he had seen it.

With just a snap of the fingers, one unknowingly falls into the dream it has woven, unable to distinguish between reality and falsehood.

Zhu Wei raised his voice and shouted, "Zhao De, take a few people with you and go to the palace to inform them."

"The Emperor will not be home tonight."

"By the way, bring some bedding."

"The rest of you, lurk around here. If there's any unusual movement, be ready to take my orders."

As the emperor's personal bodyguard, you cannot put his safety in the hands of others.

After all, you still need to make preparations for both situations.

At the same time, inside the pub.

Because of the good sound insulation, Zhuang Mu couldn't hear what Zhu Di was saying, nor did he want to hear it.

Knowing too much is not a good thing. Soon, Zhu Di finished speaking and came to the door.

He stamped his feet at the door to shake off some of the snowflakes on his body.

He pushed the door open and the doorbell rang.

Come and sit in front of Zhuang Mu.

"Oh, I'm really old. I was freezing after standing outside the door for a while."

"I am getting more and more afraid of the cold."

"Hahaha."

Yao Guangxiao still hadn't finished his glass of wine.

Seeing this, Zhu Di's eyes showed a hint of envy.

I drank too quickly just now, swallowed it in one gulp, and then fell asleep.

Didn't get to taste the drinks very well.

When you think back on the taste of the wine, it is indeed different from ordinary alcoholic beverages.

The taste is very distinct.

Yao Guangxiao looked at Zhu Di and knew what he was thinking.

Then he said, "Boss Zhuang, give my old friend another drink."

Zhu Di was slightly stunned.

"Don't you say one cup a day, no more?"

Zhuang Mu explained.

"You're talking about wine that can make you fall asleep."

"This thing is restricted, but other things are not restricted."

"But you two old men should also drink less."

The alcoholic beverages he sold were of two types.

One is to use wine as a lure to relieve one’s dreams.

The other is to inject a small amount of dream energy, which only increases the taste and flavor of the wine.

For the time being, no special effects have been found.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di smiled happily.

He said, "In that case, give me another drink."

"I drank it too quickly just now, and I haven't been able to taste it yet."

Seeing this, Zhuang Mu prepared a glass of wine for Zhu Di.

And pushed it in front of Zhu Di.

He warned: "Old man, there is no limit on this wine."

"But you two are elders and older."

"Just one glass of wine. Although the wine is good, don't drink too much."

Listening to Zhuang Mu's nagging, Zhu Di seemed to hear Zhu Gaochi's nagging.

Zhu Gaochi said the same thing every time he wanted to drink.

Always like to go against myself.

Of course, he said this out of concern, so he rarely drank in recent years.

"You're such a nag, just like my eldest brother."

Zhu Di took the wine glass.

He took a sip and looked at Zhuang Mu and said.

"Why do you care so much about my health when there is no reason for you and me to do so?"

"You are a businessman, you should make a living by selling wine, isn't it good to make money?"

This also explains why the pub is not doing well.

After all, those shops that run well try every possible means to sell their goods.

Zhuang Mu foolishly advised people not to drink too much.

It would be strange if you could make money.

In response to this, Zhuang Mu said while wiping the glass cup.

"My father said that you have to be conscientious when doing business."

"As for the money, old man, my wine is not cheap."

At this moment, Zhu Di suddenly realized.

I seem to have forgotten to ask the price of the drink.

But he looked at Yao Guangxiao again.

How expensive could the wine be that Yao Guangxiao could afford to drink every day?
Noticing Zhu Di's gaze, Yao Guangxiao immediately felt offended.

After living together for more than 30 years, he knew exactly what Zhu Di was thinking.

"How expensive can it be?"

Zhuang Mu slowly raised three fingers.

"Thirty taels?"

(End of this chapter)