I finished the book and finished it again. To be honest, I felt a little disappointed. The feeling was like a nv who had been married for many years. The heart was filled with a lot of money. I didn’t know what to do. I looked at the time when the King of Ming Dynasty posted the first chapter and found that it was October 13, 2010, and it was exactly one year. I swear I was not deliberately causing such a coincidence. Thank you for your support and love this year, and thank those friends who subscribed to Huaji. The old thief is a very shy person, so shy that he feels a little embarrassed to ask everyone for money. It’s a pity that the old thief has to make a living by relying on the royalties supported by everyone. So although he deliberately pretended to be careless and indifferent, the thief still couldn’t help but look at your wallets.

The faint green light in my eyes tells my desire for yellow and white things... OK, I'm so hypocritical. This book has come to an end here, with 1.55 million words. I tell you a story. The story is the winter of the 29th year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty. It really focuses on ink and detailed writing. It only writes the story of the protagonist Xiao Fan traveling through the ancient times for the second year of Jianwen. The leader of the Yuerong once told me that I should write as much as possible. The old thief said sorry here and let the leader down. The original story outline only ends here. If I write too much, I am afraid that everyone will say that I will pour water and cheat the word count. So, let's stop here. Regarding the new book. Change the taste, change the way I think, and want to try urban. I have written two history books. The kings and princes of the Ming Dynasty feel that it is difficult to write because it is based on reality.

Based on history, many interesting plots I think are often given up after careful consideration, because they are restricted by real history and want to let go of their minds, but they put the subsequent plots into a dead end. I often feel that history books are like heavy-tasting nv kings, tied up their thoughts and kept whipping me... So, I think it's better to try urban, so that I can write without being bound by them. Book friends who don't like urban, wait for me to post a new book, and try to read a few chapters. If I feel that I can't attract you after a few chapters, it's my fault. If you can attract but you don't read it, it's your fault (this sentence plagiarizes a restaurant on the roadside). As for the date of publishing the new book, I don't think everyone will wait too long, no later than the end of November, and now I'll start to rest for a week.

, and then began to think about the outline and save the manuscript. Why are you so diligent? I went to buy fried dough sticks the morning before yesterday and was shocked to find that the fried dough sticks have increased to 8 mao, 8 mao!! Damn this is not just a cheating father, it is simply a cheating master! This has also revealed my sense of crisis and ambition. Life is so difficult, what qualifications do I have to rest for so long? Receive your fate! Work crazy! Save money to marry a wife... Okay, I have been talking so much, mainly to chat with everyone, post some hard work, writing books is very hard and tiring, and I really want me to finish them all, I guess this chapter is more than 10,000 words. Finally, I sincerely thank all the book friends again, thank you for your unyielding and thank you for your willingness to hua money. This is the truth. See you next book, let's see you! Bow deeply!

At this point, the thousand-mile grassland desert in northern China was all included in the territory of the Ming Dynasty, obeying the King of the Ming Emperor, and the Ming Dynasty's border reached the largest in China's history, extending to the Siberian Plain, directly bordering the Rakshasa Kingdom in the extreme north. Its territory was wide, far beyond the Qin, Han, Tang and Song dynasties, and the might of the army was so powerful that all nations surrendered.

The Northern Expedition Army had not yet set off. General Xiao Fan's evil eyes looked at the thorns in the west, and the Japanese that frequently invaded the southeast coast of the Ming Dynasty in the east...

In the fifth year of Jianwen, the drug lord Wang Gui went to Japan on behalf of the Emperor Daming Emperor and had returned to the Daning Mansion. Tens of thousands of Duoyan three guards were charged into the army of the Daming Emperor Daming Emperor. The only bare pole was left. Tuluhuchal was on behalf of the Daming Emperor Daming Emperor. The two envoys presented the friendly specialty of Fushou Gua to the leader of the Washou leader Mahamu and the Muromachi shogun of Japan, Ashikaga Yoshiman, who represented the friendship and harmony of the Ming Dynasty, respectively...

Given by His Majesty the Emperor of the Celestial Kingdom, the leader of the Watanabe and the general of the Japanese shogunate were almost exploding...

In October of the seventh year of Jianwen in the Ming Dynasty, Xiao Fan was ordered to lead troops to fight the west again. The war lasted for half a year. Without any suspense, he included the various divisions of Wastu into the Ming Dynasty and established the Hami Commander Command.

In June of the ninth year of Jianwen, the Emperor of Daming sent troops to "enter" Japan. Since the Kingdom of Daming was one of the fifteen unsuccessful countries that Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty originally appointed, the Ming Dynasty sent troops to enter Japan not to attack Japan, but to be called "Investigation of Fushou Paste". After reporting, the Emperor of Daming of Daming discovered that Fushou Paste was not a good thing, so the troops must be sent to investigate and ban the destruction to prevent this evil material from flowing into the territory of Daming and poisoning the people of the Ming Dynasty... .

What? Your shogun is addicted? The entire shogunate and ministers in Japan are addicted?... The Emperor of Ming Dynasty expressed his apology. We will check the gift carefully next time we send it. Of course, since the generals and ministers cannot quit, you will take good care of the longevity cream in your life. Our Ming Dynasty is full, the premise is that I, Ming Dynasty, must station troops on your territory forever, and... I heard that your Japanese specialty is silver? Silver is a good thing...

The civil and military achievements advance in parallel. In the Jianwen year of the Ming Dynasty, there was a rare prosperous era after the Northern and Southern Song 100 years. The emperor and Confucian and Law were promoted at the same time, and the sages and kings were sages and outside, and the people were well-fed and well-fed, and the vassals and barbarians surrendered.

New Year’s Eve of the fifth year of Jianwen.

Emperor Zhu Yunwen went south and led all the civil and military officials of the court to the Xiao Mausoleum of Yingtian, Nanjing to worship in front of the tomb of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty.

Zheng Yigong, Minister of Rites, stood in front of the tomb, and a sacrificial essay with four and six characters in a group of ua, was rumbling and loud, and loud.

Zhu Yunwen knelt in front of the tomb with his head down. On the left side of his back was his eldest son, Zhu Wenkui, who was officially enthroned in the third year of Jianwen. On the right side of his back, he was the minister and friend Xiao Fan, who had been with him for many years.

Under the yu stone steps behind the three of them, all the civil and military officials in the court were kneeling quietly below.

It was drizzling in the sky, and a cold north wind whistled from time to time. The winter rain in Jiangnan was like a lover's gentle and slender hand, lingering and affectionate.

On the altar, Zheng Yi, the Minister of Rites, was still reciting the content of the sacrificial text. Xiao Fan could not understand a single word. Zhu Yunwen, who was kneeling in the front, was also lost in his eyes and looked absent-minded. Obviously, he didn't listen much.

I don’t know how long it took, Zheng Yi bent down and whispered: “Your Majesty, Your Majesty! I have finished reading it. You should bow to Emperor Taizu Gao…”

Zhu Yunwen shook his head, came to his senses, was silent for a while, ordered someone to light a brazier, and then reached out to take a tray. In the tray, there was a rusty razor, a yellowish certificate, and a square-stacked gray monk robe.

His lost eyes stared at the three things in the tray. After a long time, Zhu Yunwen's eyes gradually shone with tears, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Grandfather, my grandson has not let down your instructions. This country is managed by the grandson. The power of the army and the strength of the country is not inferior to the Han, Tang and Song dynasties. The people are rich, the court is clear and bright, and all nations surrender... My grandson did not lose the country you gave me. On the contrary, my grandson made the Ming Dynasty stronger and stronger. The grandson did not need these three things that the emperor had given to my grandson. Not only did the grandson not need, but my descendants were not needed. My family motto was passed down for generations. I will tell future generations that we will not be afraid of the enemy, nor will we avoid the enemy!...Grandfather, my grandson will return these three things to you now."

After muttering, Zhu Yunwen smiled in tears and gently threw the tray into the brazier.

The fire in the basin shone, swallowing them instantly.

As if he had fulfilled a wish, Zhu Yunwen watched the flames in the basin sway and licked them, and gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the spiritual platform was immediately cleared.

Xiao Fan knelt behind him, looked at him, but couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Your Majesty, so many people are watching, stop playing with fire...what are you burning?"

Zhu Yunwen said deeply: "What I burned... is nothing more than the past fear and cowardice, those shackles that have been stuck in my heart and cannot be liberated for a long time..."

After kowtowing respectfully to Xiaoling, Zhu Yunwen stood up and turned around to look at the dark and kneeling civil and military officials in front of him.

His eyes fell on Xiao Fan, and a strong sense of warmth appeared in Zhu Yunwen's eyes.

This common man, when he was in trouble and in danger inside and outside, he could always see him. He stood by his side so firmly, faced and shouldered with him, but never complained, as if everything he did for him, the emperor, was supposed to be divided and born with responsibilities.

In the eyes of others, Zhu Yunwen is the emperor, the real dragon, and the common ruler of the world. He can only bow his head and bow down. In this world, only Xiao Fan looked at him, and never pleased or feared. After so many years, the shadow reflected in his deep eyes is still so pure and flawless, just like the restaurant shopkeeper when he first met in Jiangpu County...

Zhu Yunwen couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for Xiao Fan, what would happen today? Or would it be the co-lord of heaven and earth above ten thousand people? Or was it the first prosperous monarch who created the Ming Dynasty? Without him, perhaps today, he would have fled in a mess wearing a gray monk robe to avoid the pursuit of the usurping king... .

I remembered the emperor's grandfather's warning that the emperor is lonely and a real lonely person, because the emperor must be heartless, and it is impossible for the emperor to have friends in his life...

Zhu Yunwen laughed silently, looked up at the ashes, and said silently: "Grandfather, you are wrong, who said that the emperor cannot have friends? If the grandson did not have Xiao Fan, what would be the situation today? It seems that you, the wise and divine martial, are not all right..."

An indescribable ji movement and emotion surged into my heart. In front of all civil and military officials, Zhu Yunwen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Fan."

"I'm here."

"Ping Yan Ni, collect Duoyan, drive away the Northern Yuan Dynasty, Nawa Tsing, expand my Ming Dynasty territory, strengthen my Ming army power, restore my Han Dynasty, Xiao Fan, all this is because of you..."

"I have to trust you all, and I dare not take credit for you."

Zhu Yunwen glanced at the ministers majesticly and said in a deep voice: "I am not blind, and all the civil and military officials in the court are not blind. Everyone sees everything you do. Today, in front of the tomb of Emperor Gao of the Ming Dynasty, I have an order..."

"...The British Duke Xiao Fan is loyal to the country and his contributions are in the country. I am determined to give Jin Xiao Qing the title of title... King Qi! Heirlooms and inherited the descendants for generations. Xiao Fan, when he pacified Yan, the battle to turn defeat into victory was Jinan's offensive and defense. In the battle of Jinan, you won beautifully, and I will give Jinan a fiefdom to you to commemorate your great contribution to the Ming Dynasty."

After Zhu Yunwen finished speaking for a while, none of the officials under the steps made a sound, and even Xiao Fan was stunned.

Being a king?

This... are you kidding? The king of the different surname, your Zhu family has been slandered, but now you have an extra king of the different surname... Are you not afraid of the divine drowning of the censors?

The officials kneeling on the steps were still silent. This emperor was too generous. Do you think of the prince of the Ming Dynasty as worthless rags? He just sealed the seal and issued an order without even saying hello.

Many censors opened their mouths and objected. When they glanced at the corners of their eyes, they saw the crowd staring at them with cold eyes. The censors couldn't help but tremble for a moment, and suddenly thought of the ruthless measures hidden under Xiao Fan's seemingly gentle appearance. If he blocked his way to become a title today, how would he deal with me in the future?

Censors are not afraid of death. Their weakness is reputation, and they value reputation more than life. As we all know, Xiao Fan’s strength is to destroy people’s reputation. He will not beat, kill or scold, but will ruin your reputation. Life is worse than death...

Thinking about it, in just a few years, this young man led the imperial army to conquer cities and plunder land, winning every battle, expanding the territory of the Ming Dynasty by nearly one-third. Such great achievements in opening up the territory, even if he was granted a title of king, it seems... nothing wrong.

While the censors were still swaying in support and opposition, the jian party members were very happy and bowed: "Your Majesty is wise, the pillars of the Kingdom of Qi are in the country, and the position of the king is well deserved! Long live my emperor, the king of Qi is thousands of years old-fashioned—"

Duke of England.

Now it has been changed to the Qi King's Palace. The people in the palace are full of joy. The eunuch palaces arranged from the palace are shuttled through it, and the palace is peaceful.

Zhu Yunwen looked at the beams in the main hall curiously, stretched out his hand to mark the height, and then shook his head and said, "Xiao Du, your main hall is not good, it should be higher according to the system. It is better to order the Ministry of Works to send craftsmen to demolish and rebuild..."

Xiao Fan, wearing a dark yellow four-clawed golden dragon king robe, said with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, can you calm down? You came to my house as a guest, so how could the owner demolish the owner's house as soon as you enter? My house is just like this, there is no need to build it again..."

Zhu Yunwen smiled and said, "But your palace is too shabby. You don't mind, and you can't let your princesses down. My family of the Ming Dynasty is crowded in such a small palace. Let's laugh at me as a stingy emperor..."

"No need, I have only four princesses in total, not crowded at all. Why do I need such a big house?"

Sitting aside, the four thrushes, Jiangdu, Hongqiao, Ying'er, and Xiao Fan were all white-eyed, and their noses frowned, and they hummed softly.

Chen Ying'er knew the relationship between her husband and today's son, and did not avoid Zhu Yunwen. She stretched out her slender hand and pinched Xiao Fan's ribs with a soft and sour smell: "Young Master is afraid that you remember the number of people wrong? Are there really only four mistresses in our palace? I wonder who took advantage of everyone's attention last night and got up in the quilt of the Qin's hugging Qin in the middle of the night. When I got up early, I saw that the snatching Qin's hugging Qin had been tied into a fu bun... Have you forgotten that someone was hugging Qin?"

Zhu Yunwen laughed when he heard this, and a blazing gossip fire rose in his eyes, and said anxiously: "Wow! It's too unfair to do such a thing! Tell me, tell me in detail...".

The four nvs covered their mouths and chuckled, lowered their heads and said nothing, and their pretty face turned red with shame.

Xiao Fan grinned awkwardly and said dryly: "Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings... I drank too much last night and entered the wrong room."

Zhu Yunwen smacked his lips and murmured: "It seems that I have to issue an order to promote a concubine to you again..."

While everyone was chatting and laughing, Zhu Yunwen's personal eunuch, Nie hurried into the hall and said in panic: "Your Majesty... is not good!"

"What's wrong? Why are you panic?"

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince and His Highness the eldest son of His Royal Highness, the two of them came out as they played.

Zhu Yunwen frowned and said, "What's the point of getting out? So many guards are following you, are you still afraid that they will lose it?"

Nie wiped his sweat and said, "No, Your Majesty, Little Prince... The little prince instigated the prince to come out because... The two discussed finding a hidden place to lie on the side of the road, and then finding a pleasing sheep to have a vote, and the stolen property was 55% off. His prince did not say anything, and he was happy to follow..."

Everyone in the hall was stunned

After a while of silence, Zhu Yunwen and Xiao Fan looked at each other, and the god became strange.

After Jiang Du was stunned, he squeezed the incense squirting and wiped his tears, crying, "You are the dignified prince, and I am also the eldest princess of the dynasty. Why are we born a child... Why are he a bandit? Did he... I gave birth to it..."

Xiao Fan was silent for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter. His face became more and more strange and he couldn't help but laugh: "I can guarantee that this child must be my kind, and I'm definitely not wrong..."

Zhu Yunwen sighed, but had a deep smile on his face: "The next generation of monarchs and ministers of our Ming Dynasty... Alas, I really don't know how many sheep will harm, no, neighboring countries..."

June of the tenth year of Jianwen.

Jiangnan, Taicang Liuhe.

The mouth of the Yangtze River, Liujiagang.

More than 200 huge sea boats were quietly moored in the port, with the e-dragon flags flying on the ships, the horns of the cows were whimpering in the low whimpers, and the rumbling drums were shocking.

Nearly 30,000 Ming soldiers and crew members, as well as envoys, civil servants, military generals, merchants, etc. who represented the Ming Dynasty to send missions to various countries, stood on the side of the ship, watching the thousands of officials and people watching and seeing off on the shore, feeling the jubilant atmosphere of the crowd, and the crowd was surging for a long time and could not calm down.

The first large-scale voyage to the West in China in history is about to set sail. What fate will be waiting for them in the future? How big is this world except for the Ming Dynasty? How far is the ocean?

All kinds of questions and novelty, accompanied by the movements, circling in the hearts of everyone.

On the largest treasure ship in the port, Xiao Fan, wearing a royal robe, opened his eyes wide and looked at the largest and most luxurious ship in the world excitedly, his emotions were beyond words.

"Tsk tsk, such a big ship... how did it build?" Xiao Fan gently stroked the wooden railing that was still emitting varnish fragrance, and exuded praise from the bottom of his heart.

A eunuch next to him with a white face and no beard bowed and smiled, "I, Deputy Envoy Wang Jinghong, return to His Highness, this ship consumes 5,000 yuan, and is the largest treasure ship in the Ming Dynasty today. It is 44,44,44,400 feet long and 18,400 meters wide. It is four stories high. The nine masts on the ship can hang twelve sails, which can accommodate more than a thousand people. Looking at the world, I am afraid that there will be no ships larger than it. In addition, our fleet also has horse ships, grain ships, boats, warships, etc., which are all large ships that consume more than two thousand yuan. Each ship is equipped with cannons and bird guns, and many merchants' goods. The products of our Ming Dynasty, such as silk, porcelain, tea, etc...."

Xiao Fan praised: "Will such a cool fleet be driven out like an aircraft carrier formation, and can walk horizontally in any corner of the world? Such a great fleet promotes the prestige of the Ming Dynasty? Wouldn't it be enough to see a country directly conquering it?"

Wang Jinghong was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he could not figure out what the "aircraft carrier" that the prince said was, so he had to laugh without saying a word.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Zhu Di walked up to Xiao Fan with a respectful attitude behind him, Ma Sanbao, who had been missing for a long time.

Xiao Fan hurriedly bowed and smiled, "My father-in-law, I'll ask you for this fleet. The responsibility for going to sea this time is heavy. Thank you for your hard work!"

Zhu Di had already let go of his grudges and smiled heroically when he heard this, and said, "It's just a boat trip and a few missions to a few foreign countries. It's not a hard work. Don't worry, I will definitely spread the prestige and benevolence of the Ming Dynasty... "

Xiao Fan quickly said, "My father-in-law is such a bad word. How many foreign countries are there to spread the word? Why should my son-in-law work for my father-in-law?"

Zhu Diqi said: "Or what do you want?" .
To be continued...