Ming Dynasty: The Crocodile King of Han Prince Zhu Gaoxu's Family

Chapter 117 Emperor Yongle: What should I give you?

With Yu Qian and the other man being hung on the flagpole, the matter of stealing wine came to an end.

Soon, soldiers came over with food from the barracks.

Zhu Zhanhe took a look and found that the quality was quite good, with both meat and vegetables, and rice, which was very good!
"He'er! The surprise you gave me today was great. I'm very happy!
"Tell me, what do you want? Grandpa will give it to you!" During the meal, Emperor Yongle took his rice and ate it with big mouthfuls. He looked at Zhu Zhanhe who was also eating with big mouthfuls beside him and asked.

In an instant, everyone in the tent focused their attention on Emperor Yongle! No one knew what Emperor Yongle was thinking.
Especially Yang Shiqi, the wrinkles on his old face could kill a fly! What on earth is the emperor trying to do to reward the Han prince so much!
First, he had the Han crown prince conduct a grand parade of five military camps, and now, in front of almost the entire Ming military elite, he was rewarding the Han crown prince! Could it be that the emperor was really considering changing the crown prince?! Yang Shiqi kept muttering to himself, his face filled with sorrow.

The happiest person was undoubtedly Prince Han. He raised his head with a proud look on his face, looking around at the expressions of the people around him, his heart full of joy, as if it was written on his face: Look everyone, that's my son, the emperor is going to reward my son again!

At this moment, Tong Wandou was also confused, his eyes occasionally stealing glances at Emperor Yongle. Didn't he say before that he would help the boss well?! What's going on? It's really a headache!

Zhu Zhanhe, who was enjoying his meal, was taken aback. Such a good thing? He was about to get up.

However, it was pressed down by Emperor Yongle's hand holding the chopsticks.

"Sit down and talk, sit down and talk." Emperor Yongle was also hesitant at this moment, but he finally decided to reward this grandson who always shocked people.

"Grandpa, since you want to reward me, this sword in my hand isn't working well. How about giving me another one?" Zhu Zhanhe untied the sword from his waist and placed it on the dining table. Everyone looked at it and saw that this thing, which was longer than the table, was your sword? Are you sure?!
In fact, considering Zhu Zhanhe's height, this sword is indeed longer than most swords. It is generally about 1.6 to 1.7 meters long and weighs more than 10 kilograms.

Emperor Yongle glanced around, bewildered by the strange reactions of the crowd after Zhu Zhanhe's request. What's going on? Can't you just play by the rules?

When it comes to the emperor's rewards, others ask for high positions, generous salaries, promotions, titles for wives and children, but you ask for a sword?!
"Okay, is there anything else?" Emperor Yongle rolled his eyes, agreed to the request, and then continued to ask.

"Hmm? That's a possibility! How about making a full set of armor for my Snow-Walking BMW? The armor it uses now is pieced together!" Zhu Zhanhe thought for a moment and made another request.

This time, even Prince Han couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He sighed, picked up the bowl and started eating. The people around him also looked at the Prince of Han in front of them strangely.

Only Yang Shiqi stared at Zhu Zhanhe with a look of horror, wondering what he was thinking.
"Didn't I give you a gold medal?!
Go to the Armory yourself!
Let them cook for you!" Emperor Yongle was speechless and ate his meal with a depressed look on his face.

However, Emperor Yongle soon thought of another thing.

"That BMW of yours..." Emperor Yongle stared at his grandson with a look of heartache. "That's my Sai Jiaolong!" Before Emperor Yongle could finish his words, Zhu Zhanhe interrupted him.

"Grandpa, you are talking about my snow-walking horse. It performed well today! I will ask the people from the Armory to make it a suitable full set of armor!" Zhu Zhanhe interrupted Emperor Yongle and said anxiously.

Of course he knew what Emperor Yongle wanted to say! But now, that BMW is called Treading Snow! It’s my BMW! Not the Sai Jiaolong from before!

"That makes sense! That horse is really big and strong!

It is so powerful that it is even stronger than a dragon!
Just tell the people in the Armory Bureau that it was me who said that, and ask them to do a good job! " Emperor Yongle was also startled when his grandson interrupted him, but he didn't care. Instead, he was immersed in the loss of the BMW.

On the other side, Yang Shiqi widened his eyes in horror. He always felt that the BMW that Zhu Zhanhe rode looked familiar, and now he heard Emperor Yongle say that it was more powerful than a dragon.

Then he remembered, wasn't this a Sai Jiaolong BMW, hand-picked from among countless other BMWs on the prairie by the Ministry of War and presented to Emperor Yongle? How did it end up in the hands of the Han Crown Prince?! Meanwhile, Prince Zhao also had something interesting in mind.

"Zhanhe, I saw that the sword you used during the training must be quite heavy!
Do you want to bring it over and let Uncle San take a look and see it for himself?
"No, let the Armory Bureau make a good one too!" At this time, Prince Zhao, who had been silent all this time, spoke up. He wanted to test his father's intentions and see what his nephew's fighting skills were.

"Since Third Uncle is interested, it will naturally be no problem for me, nephew!" Zhu Zhanhe listened to his Third Uncle's words without refutation. He directly asked the soldiers at the door to go and get it.

But after a moment, a soldier walked in with a big knife on his shoulder.

"It looks like it's quite heavy!" Prince Zhao was shocked when he saw the soldier carrying the big sword in.

The military officers standing by were also looking at the soldier carrying a knife in surprise, each with a look of horror on their face. This knife must be very powerful!

Zhu Zhanhe looked at the soldiers coming in, put down the bowl in his hand, stood up, took his big Guandao from the soldier's hand, and shook it in his hand.

"Uncle San is right. This sword is indeed a bit light. When I get back, I'll find someone from the Armory to make me a good one!" After Zhu Zhanhe finished speaking, he casually handed the long sword in his hand to Prince Zhao who was walking over.

At this moment, Prince Han looked at the third child who bravely took the knife with an amused look on his face, almost laughing out loud.

"Hiss!" Prince Zhao looked at the broadsword being handed to him, feeling somewhat puzzled. He had felt the sword was quite heavy earlier, but now he was unsure of its true weight, considering his nephew had been lifting it with such ease. So, Prince Zhao thought for a moment and took it with one hand. But as soon as he touched the sword, he felt it sink in his hand, and he stumbled, nearly falling.

Fortunately, Zhu Zhanhe reacted quickly and grabbed the knife again, otherwise, Prince Zhao would have been doomed.

Prince Zhao came back to his senses with a look of horror on his face. After looking at Zhu Zhanhe, he stretched out another hand. This time, he held the big knife tightly with both hands.

When Prince Zhao picked up the big knife again, his first feeling was: It’s so heavy!

"Let me see!" Emperor Yongle was quite dissatisfied with the performance of his youngest third son and decided to show off his own skills.

"Dad, please don't do it. He'er's knife weighs fifty pounds!" When Prince Han saw that his father also wanted to try it, he knew that the opportunity to show off had come, so he quickly stood up and persuaded him.

Little did they know that these words from Prince Han would cause a huge storm in the tent!

"Fifty kilograms! How is that possible!"

"Fifty kilograms? That must be fake!"

...All the military officers, including Yang Shiqi, looked at the arrogant Prince Han in horror, then turned to look at the big knife that was pounded on the ground by Prince Zhao, and then turned to look at the old and godly Zhu Zhanhe in disbelief.

In ancient times, when two armies faced each other, the competition was based on strength and the weight of their weapons, especially when charging into battle. We were both heavy cavalry and had the same armor, but it was unreasonable for me to have a heavier weapon! One strike would kill, and if I couldn't cut him down, I could smash him to death!

"Fifty pounds?!" Emperor Yongle did not pick up the long sword, but reached out to support the sword that was stuck on the ground. But even so, he could still feel the huge weight of the sword!
(End of this chapter)