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

Chapter 144 Father and son talk
The look in Emperor Yongle's eyes when he looked at Prince Han was full of undisguised anger!
Emperor Yongle never imagined that his own grandson would actually fight to such an extent on the battlefield one day! His body was covered in blood and there were pieces of unknown flesh everywhere on his armor.

As a veteran of the battlefield, how could Emperor Yongle not see that Zhu Zhanhe's entire body was covered in thick blood! And at this moment, the blood had already clotted, completely congealing on his armor and clothes!

He, the Yongle Emperor, personally led an army of 600,000 to the grasslands to establish peace for his descendants! Not to let his descendants die!

"Prince Han! You'd better pray that my grandson is okay!" Emperor Yongle said to Prince Han with a vicious look in his eyes, and then he walked away directly! Looking at his grandson's blood, Emperor Yongle guessed that Prince Han was trying to make his blood-related grandson fight for the throne!

"Second brother, you're going too far.

He'er is your prince! He's your biological son!

You wouldn't do this, would you? Aren't you afraid of something going wrong?!
"Look how angry you've made your father!" Prince Zhao, who was standing by, couldn't stand it any longer. Prince Zhao also felt that the second son was crazy trying to get ahead! It was just the throne, and he had to fight for it, but he didn't have to fight for it with his own son! Then, Prince Zhao looked at Prince Han with disdain, shook his head, and left with Emperor Yongle.

"Your Majesty, I will take my leave!" Fan Zhong, who was standing aside, watched everything silently. He looked at Your Majesty with astonishment in his eyes, then turned around and left.

"Dad, that's not the case!

"Old Third, no! It's not what you think!" Prince Han looked at the three people who left and guessed that everyone had misunderstood. He immediately called out to everyone and wanted to explain.

But no one paid any attention to him at this moment, which made Prince Han feel helpless...

Emperor Yongle left in anger, full of rage towards his second son, Prince of Han. After taking a few steps, Emperor Yongle suddenly remembered that the crown prince was also injured, and then slowed down his pace.

Finally, Emperor Yongle sighed and headed straight towards Zhu Zhanji's tent...

On the other side, Zhu Zhanhe was riding on a horse, covered in blood. Qian Zhongcai was holding the reins and pulling him back to his tent.

"Young Master, you're back! I've prepared hot water, you can wash up now!" As soon as Zhu Zhanhe arrived at the door of the tent, he saw Wei Jizhong already waiting there.

Seeing Zhu Zhanhe covered in blood, Wei Jizhong felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he still held back his tears and hurried forward to help Zhu Zhanhe get off the horse.

There was a slight "swish" sound, which was made when Zhu Zhanhe's hip armor and saddle separated.

"Uncle, I'm fine!" Zhu Zhanhe stood up from the horse. The sound of the armor and saddle separating made Wei Jizhong's eyes red.

Looking at his uncle with moist eyes, Zhu Zhanhe was also stunned. He immediately jumped off the horse and stood in front of his uncle.

"Be careful, be careful!" Wei Jizhong looked at Zhu Zhanhe who jumped off the horse and hurried forward to support him.

In the end, Wei Jizhong took the long sword from Zhu Zhanhe's hand, and Qian Zhongcai behind him carried Zhu Zhanhe's big knife with great vigilance.

Zhu Zhanhe, empty-handed, strode directly into the tent. Wei Jizhong and Qian Zhongcai, who were behind him, also followed quickly, carrying swords.

After entering the tent, the two of them tacitly helped Zhu Zhanhe take off his thick, slippery, and blood-stained armor.

"Snap." As the shoulder-swallowing beast was being taken off Zhu Zhanhe's shoulders, Qian Zhongcai saw a finger falling off. This made Qian Zhongcai stunned, and then he continued to take off his armor in silence.

"Click" another finger!
"Snap" a piece of smelly intestine!
"Snap" an unknown bone!
"Pah" a piece of unknown meat!
……

Finally, when Zhu Zhanhe completely took off his armor, dozens of pieces of flesh of varying sizes and appearances fell to the ground. "I'm going to wash up. Old Qian, help your uncle clean my armor and weapons!"
Maybe we’ll need it tomorrow! " Zhu Zhanhe took off his armor, bare-chested, with his hair draped over his eyes. He was wearing only shorts that were also soaked in red, and walked towards the bathtub in the tent.

"If the Crown Princess saw this, I don't know how heartbroken she would be!" After watching Zhu Zhanhe enter the inner room of the tent, Wei Jizhong gently stroked the blood stains on his armor and said with tears in his eyes.

"I'm glad that General Qian is okay!" When Qian Zhongcai saw Zhu Zhanhe covered in blood, his heart was really in his throat. It was not until he helped Zhu Zhanhe take off his armor with his own hands and saw that there were no scars that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief!

"Don't look at the young age of the prince. No one on this grassland can hurt him!" Wei Jizhong was not very worried about Zhu Zhanhe's safety. After all, the prince was now protected by a real dragon!
"Yes, yes, the prince is invincible in the world!" Qian Zhongcai didn't know that Zhu Zhanhe had a crocodile dragon entering his body. He just thought that Wei Jizhong was bragging and echoed him.

"I'm going to give the prince a set of spare clothes. Old Qian, please help clean up the armor first!" Wei Jizhong rolled his eyes at the chubby Qian Zhongcai and did not answer. Instead, he got Zhu Zhanhe a full set of spare clothes and a set of black light armor!

Finally, after changing the bath water three times and using up a whole piece of expensive soap, Zhu Zhanhe finally washed himself clean.

"Sniff~" Zhu Zhanhe changed into clean clothes, raised his hand and sniffed, only to find that the air was so sweet! However, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Zhu Zhanhe still felt a lingering smell of blood!

"My Lord, the prince wants you to come!" After washing up, Zhu Zhanhe casually hung a spare straight knife hanging on the wall around his waist and put on his eye mask again. At this time, Wei Jizhong suddenly spoke.

"Oh? My father is looking for me? Where is he?" Zhu Zhanhe looked at the sky outside. It was already around seven or eight in the morning. Why would his father, Prince Han, look for him at this time?
"In the prince's tent!" Wei Jizhong was filled with pride as he looked at his nephew, who was wearing light armor and had a long sword on his waist. He looked so heroic and brave.

"Okay, I'll go there.

Uncle, it's hard to handle alone, just call a few more people to clean it up!" Zhu Zhanhe looked at his uncle who was cleaning the machete and long sword and gave a warm reminder.

"It's okay, it's okay, they are clumsy, I feel more at ease if I do it myself!

It won't delay the prince's use tomorrow!" Wei Jizhong can be said to be truly attentive to Zhu Zhanhe.

"Uncle, don't get tired!" Zhu Zhanhe looked at his stubborn uncle and shook his head helplessly. He could only tell him not to get tired, and then walked towards the tent of Prince Han.

"Master Qianzong!"

"Master Qianzong!"

"Master Qianzong!"

……

Zhu Zhanhe's tent was neither close nor far from his father, Prince Han's tent.

Along the way, every Ming army officer who saw Zhu Zhanhe stopped and saluted him. That look of genuine respect from the heart made Zhu Zhanhe feel very comfortable!

"Dad, I'm here!" Zhu Zhanhe opened the tent and went straight into the barracks of Prince Han.

"He'er is here. Come, sit down, let's talk!" Prince Han looked at his son who had changed into a set of light armor and appeared in front of him in full glory. For some reason, Prince Han breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)