Ming Dynasty: Pick up attributes from the battlefield to create the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 219 Zhu Biao: Do ​​you know why I took Xi'er as my adopted grandson?
As Zhu Biao's voice fell.

This further ignited the atmosphere among all the people waiting and watching outside Yingtian City.

"Champion Marquis."

"The Marquis of Champion is mighty."

"Heroes of my Great Ming Dynasty, heroes of China."

"mighty……"

The entire area outside Yingtian City was filled with shouts of the Champion Marquis's name and his majestic reputation.

Especially the men among the onlookers, regardless of age, were all shouting with all their might.

For them.

A man's ambition is to serve his country with utmost loyalty.

The story of Zhu Ying has been passed down since the time of Yue Fei, and his existence embodies loyalty to the country, washing away a century of humiliation for China.

He is a true hero; what Chinese man does not respect him? Who does not admire him?

Regarding these shouts.

Zhu Ying was also deeply shocked, looking around and nodding in response.

"The people of the Great Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Biao spoke again, his voice a shout, though lacking the deep, resonant quality of a general, it carried an imperial aura, equally imposing.

As his voice fell.

The previously boisterous crowd quieted down, all staring intently at Zhu Biao and Zhu Ying.

"The achievements of the Marquis of Champion".

"On the day the Northern Yuan was destroyed, the court announced the results of the war."

“Captured the Yuan Emperor, took the Yuan court officials prisoner, annihilated the Northern Yuan royal court, and slaughtered nearly a hundred Northern Yuan tribes.”

"This victory is truly unique in history, surpassing even the achievements of the former Marquis of Han."

"The Ming Dynasty is fortunate to have General Zhu Ying."

"now."

"I, leading all my officials, am personally welcoming the hero of our Great Ming Dynasty, the hero of China."

"I can assure all the people of the world that the court will never treat the merits of the Marquis of Champion poorly, and his achievements will be forever recorded in history," Zhu Biao declared loudly again, his voice filled with excitement.

"May the Ming Dynasty last forever, may the Emperor live ten thousand years, may the Crown Prince live ten thousand years."

"May the Ming Dynasty last forever..."

The people outside the city shouted excitedly. Everyone could feel the glory of the great victory of the Ming Dynasty. Everyone could feel that the century of humiliation of China had been completely washed away and that China had stood up again.

"Zhu Ying."

"Let's get on the imperial carriage."

“Someone is waiting for you up there.” Zhu Biao turned around and pointed to the carriage road in front of him.

"The imperial carriage is reserved for the Crown Prince; I dare not overstep my bounds," Zhu Ying replied humbly.

"If I tell you to go, then go."

Zhu Biao smiled, grabbed Zhu Ying's arm, led him to the imperial carriage, and then pushed him into the carriage.

See this.

Zhu Ying could only follow Zhu Biao's wishes and board the imperial carriage. When he lifted the curtain, he saw...

into the eye.

Shen Yu'er was dressed in a royal court dress, and a little boy who was almost two years old was looking at her.

These were his wife and children, whom he hadn't seen for almost a year.

"Yu'er."

Zhu Ying immediately went inside, his face beaming with excitement.

"Husband."

Shen Yu'er immediately rushed over and hugged Zhu Ying tightly.

And aside.

Although Zhu Wenxi was young, he immediately and obediently called out, "Father."

This sound.

This made Zhu Ying extremely excited.

"Hahaha."

"My son can call me 'Dad' now."

"good."

Zhu Ying laughed loudly, gently stroking Zhu Wenxi's little head with his large hand, showing great excitement.

When I left.

My son was only a few months old, but now he can walk and talk, and he's grown up so much.

This displeased Zhu Ying.

"father."

"Did you really capture the emperor of Northern Yuan?"

"Everyone outside says you're a great hero, Father," Zhu Wenxi asked Zhu Ying with a look of admiration.

"kindness."

Zhu Ying smiled and replied, "I captured the emperor of the Northern Yuan, as well as their royal family and all their officials."

"Father is so amazing! I want to be like Father and become a great hero that everyone admires," Zhu Wenxi said with even greater admiration.

"Haha."

"it is good."

"I look forward to the day when Xi'er becomes a great hero." Zhu Ying laughed with joy.

While battlefield combat is enjoyable and can enhance one's strength, it is not without its challenges.

Zhu Ying, who had not seen his wife and children for a long time, also missed them very much.

now.

Upon seeing his wife and children again, Zhu Ying couldn't stop smiling.

But outside.

Zhu Biao walked slowly to the edge of the welcoming procession, looking at the army escorting the prisoners with a look of approval in his eyes.

"The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty."

"The bloody battle in the northern border region has lasted for nearly a year."

"You have worked hard."

"Your achievements and your glory have been recorded by the Ministry of War and are known to the imperial court."

"The Ming Dynasty will never mistreat any meritorious person."

"A triumphant return today."

"The Imperial Guards' camp within the city has prepared a feast to reward them. I hereby grant all officers and soldiers five days of rest, and they shall not return until they are thoroughly drunk," Zhu Biao declared loudly, staring at Mu Sheng and the escorting officers and soldiers.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

All the soldiers, filled with excitement, shouted in unison.

Although the escorting force consisted of only a few thousand soldiers, their voices, when combined, were like thunder, exuding a murderous aura. These were the Ming soldiers who had fought their way out of the bloodbath of the battlefield.

"Bring Emperor Yuan to me."

immediately.

Zhu Biao shouted loudly again, his eyes revealing a sense of anticipation.

Emperor of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

In the past, he was merely a record of correspondence, but now he has become a prisoner of the Ming Dynasty. As the crown prince, how could Zhu Biao not be happy to have captured the emperor of a vast empire?

"Bring Emperor Yuan up here immediately!" Mu Sheng shouted the order.

Not a moment.

Then, escorted by more than a dozen Huizhou guards, a prison cart slowly drove up.

Among them.

Emperor Yuan, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, sat slumped in the middle, his hair disheveled and his robe filthy.

Now that he had actually arrived in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, he became fearful and uneasy, and his face turned ashen.

Having lived a life of luxury and comfort for so many years, he has now become a prisoner.

The next step is trial, which will determine his final fate.

How could he not be afraid?
"This is Emperor Yuan."

"He has no dignity as an emperor. If he were to end up like this, he would have committed suicide to atone for his sins."

"To live is to suffer humiliation."

Seeing Emperor Yuan in such a disheveled and humble state, Zhu Biao felt a surge of mockery.

Although Zhu Biao appeared kind and gentle, lacking martial spirit, he had been personally taught by his father since childhood and naturally possessed the blood of an emperor.

The emperor guards the nation's gates; the monarch dies for the state.

This was an ancestral instruction set by his father, the emperor.

If a country is about to perish, how can the emperor possibly survive?
To live is to be humiliated.

The only option is to fight to the death.

That was the real emperor.

"Emperor Yuan".

"Welcome to Yingtian City."

Zhu Biao gazed at Emperor Yuan and slowly began to speak.

Hear the sound.

Emperor Yuan tremblingly raised his head to look at Zhu Biao. When he saw Zhu Biao in his bright yellow crown prince robe, exuding an imperial aura, Emperor Yuan suddenly sat up and hurriedly said, "Crown Prince of the Great Ming... I... no, I am willing to surrender." "I am willing to surrender."

Please give me another chance.

"As long as the Ming Dynasty accepts my surrender, my northern border will always be willing to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty and become its vassal."

This time.

The Northern Yuan emperor made no attempt to feign surrender; he directly expressed his intention to submit.

for him.

This statement was made for two reasons: first, to save his life, and second, to seek a future opportunity to return to the northern frontier. Although the chance was slim, Emperor Yuan naturally did not want to give up.

"Now that you're a prisoner, do you still have the right to surrender?" Zhu Biao sneered, not intending to waste any more words with Emperor Yuan.

"Jinwu Guard."

Zhu Biao gave a low shout.

Luo Yang immediately led a group of Imperial Guards to the front.

"Please give your orders, Your Highness." The Imperial Guards bowed deeply.

"Put the Yuan Emperor in the prison cart and take him to the palace."

"As for the other prisoners of the Northern Yuan, they shall all be handed over to the Imperial Guards and imprisoned in Yingtian Prison to await further orders," Zhu Biao ordered loudly, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

These ones.

He certainly has the authority to make the decision directly.

"Your subject obeys the decree," Luo Yang replied immediately.

He then personally led the Imperial Guards to the prison cart and took over the Yuan Emperor.

"The soldiers who came from the northern frontier."

"You will follow the convoy to the Imperial Guard camp and rest well there," Zhu Biao said loudly, spreading his arms wide.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The soldiers naturally thanked them again.

After the explanation.

Zhu Biao turned around again and, under the awe-inspiring gazes of countless people, returned to the imperial carriage.

Hearing the cheerful laughter inside the imperial carriage, Zhu Biao also felt a complex mix of emotions.

Subsequently.

Zhu Biao boarded the imperial carriage directly, but instead of entering it, he pulled on the reins of six horses.

See this scene.

All the civil and military officials who came to greet them were stunned.

The people watching from outside the city were even more astonished.

"The Crown Prince himself drove the carriage?"

"Such grace has never been seen before."

"His Highness the Crown Prince is truly a benefactor to the Marquis of Champion, bestowing upon him unparalleled glory."

"In the future imperial court, the Marquis of Champion will stand out from the crowd and enjoy boundless favor."

"We absolutely must not offend the Champion Marquis in the future,"

"Such favor is truly enviable..."

now.

For ordinary people, it might just be a shock at the favor and courtesy shown by Crown Prince Zhu Biao to the Marquis of Champion, but for the court officials, this clearly indicates that Zhu Ying will be an indispensable figure in the future court, one with an extremely high status.

Huaixi!

The future may soon become the past.

Marquis of Champion.

He will become a leading figure among the military officials in the Ming Dynasty court.

"Your Majesty."

"Return to the palace!" Zhu Biao shouted, then pulled on the reins, steered the imperial carriage towards the capital, and headed for the palace.

The civil and military officials quickly made way for the imperial carriage to pass.

The Crown Prince rode in his imperial carriage.

The champion, Hou Chengluan.

Such a sight was naturally unprecedented.

Naturally, it has attracted the attention of countless people, and in the future history, this day will surely be recorded in great detail.

It might be written like this: The champion of the Ming Dynasty returned to the capital in triumph, ascended the imperial carriage, and Crown Prince Zhu Biao personally led the procession.

As the imperial carriage entered the city.

Civil and military officials also followed.

And at the end.

The Imperial Guards, escorting Emperor Yuan's prison cart, followed closely behind.

Today's triumphant return is a testament to our victory.

A flash!
After the imperial carriage entered the palace.

The Imperial Guards on the imperial carriage took over the reins again, and Zhu Biao lifted the curtain and entered the carriage.

When Shen Yu'er saw Zhu Ying holding Zhu Wenxi, she sat down gracefully.

Then look at Zhu Ying's face, especially his eyes.

Zhu Biao seemed to be having trouble calming his thoughts.

"Your Highness."

Zhu Ying then put down his son and clasped his hands in greeting.

Hear the sound.

Zhu Biao snapped out of his reverie and asked with a smile, "Minister Zhu, how does it feel to be here in Yingtian for the first time?"

"It is even more magnificent than Yuandu, and the people of Yingtian City all have the spirit of Chinese men."

"Your subject is deeply respectful," Zhu Ying replied with a solemn expression.

"It's not that they all possess the spirit of Chinese men, but rather that your victory has once again brought the spirit of the men of our capital to its peak, washing away the humiliation of the past."

"The Yuan Dynasty enslaved China for a century, and our Chinese nation suffered a century of loss. Such humiliation can only be averted by destroying the Yuan Dynasty."

"And you did it."

"The men of China are proud of you, and our Great Ming Dynasty is proud of you as well," Zhu Biao said earnestly to Zhu Ying.

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness."

"As a soldier of the Ming Dynasty, I bear the responsibility of protecting my country. The battle on the northern frontier was all what I should do," Zhu Ying replied humbly.

"In less than four years."

"From a lowly soldier in the border army of Daming, he became the renowned Marquis of Champion of our Great Ming Dynasty."

"She was no more than twenty years old."

"Just like Huo Qubing of the Han Dynasty, Zhu Qing is a born general." Zhu Biao said to Zhu Ying with great satisfaction, his eyes fixed on Zhu Ying with strong respect.

"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness."

Zhu Ying naturally echoed and complied with Zhu Biao's enthusiasm, displaying humility.

My first meeting with Zhu Biao.

Somehow.

Zhu Ying also felt an unspoken goodwill towards this person he was meeting for the first time, perhaps due to historical records and preconceived notions.

but.

Looking at Zhu Biao's kind and gentle demeanor, he was indeed very approachable.

"correct."

Zhu Biao seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked at Zhu Ying with a hint of curiosity and asked, "When the Prince of Yan investigated before, he found that you were originally from Beiping Prefecture, but you were sent to Daning Prefecture by the Beiping Prefecture recruiting officer, and your age was also increased. Although I know this situation, I do not know your real age."

"How old are you now?"

When this question was asked.

Zhu Biao also came with a sense of anticipation.

"To be honest, Your Highness."

"When I joined the army, I was just over fourteen years old. Now, three years have passed, and I am now eighteen," Zhu Ying replied honestly.

Zhu Biao's clear knowledge of his enlistment at an advanced age was obviously due to his military achievements and Zhu Di's memorial to the throne.

"Eighteen years old."

Upon hearing this age, Zhu Biao was slightly taken aback and showed a hint of surprise.

"Sure enough, a hero comes from a boy."

"Zhu Qing."

"Do you know that I have already adopted Xi'er as my god-grandson?" Zhu Biao smiled and looked at Zhu Wenxi with gentle eyes.

"We are deeply grateful for Your Highness's kindness in accepting Xi'er as your adopted grandson. This is an honor for the Zhu family," Zhu Ying replied immediately.

Zhu Ying thought so.

Zhu Biao's decision to adopt his son as his adopted grandson was perhaps partly an attempt to win him over.

Zhu Biao had once considered marrying his daughter to him, but the idea was abandoned because he was already married. Now that he has adopted her as his grandson, the intention is even stronger.

Think so.

This also aligns with the imperial power's strategy of courting foreign powers.

Do you know why I took Xi'er as my adopted grandson?

Zhu Biao asked again with a smile, his gaze becoming even gentler.

……

(End of this chapter)