Daming Super Daddy

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"Yes!" Zhu Di nodded, and said, "If the businessmen and people of my Daming in North Korea encounter difficulties in the Kingdom of Korea, they can be resolved through the 'embassy' set up by my Daming Ming in Seoul."

"Oh, if this is the case, it's hard to say the pros and cons. But in this way, the 'embassy' ambassador's power is not small, even those officials in the frontier can't compare with it." Yao Guangxiao rubbed his head and looked Shen Ning, "If Lord Long Live wants to choose someone to be an ambassador to the 'Embassy' of the Kingdom of Korea, I'm afraid it will be difficult to choose."

"Well, there is no need to consider the candidate for the time being. Since the few of you have no objections, let's decide this matter."

Zhu Di stood up and said: "Xie Qing, you will go to draft an edict in a while, bring up the 'embassy' matter, and ask Li Fangyuan to talk to Brother Song specifically. By the way, don't forget to draft another edict, If Brother Song doesn't need our army, let Shihong leave a thousand soldiers to protect Brother Song, and let the rest come back."

"Observe the order!" Xie Jin should be respectful.

"Okay, it's raining non-stop right now, you guys don't leave this afternoon, I've got the imperial dining room ready for the stove, today we'll have Bazhen hot pot!"

While talking, Zhu Di stood up from the rocking chair, stretched his waist, and said with a smile: "You guys are lucky today. This Bazhen hot pot is the specialty dish of the chef I finally invited from Feixue Pavilion. Turn around, Don't you eat your tongue?"

"According to the order!"

The crowd looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

……

Regardless of how the Tang side celebrated the victory of the Ming army, Zhu Song's side was extremely busy.

Naturally, it wasn't a war in the Kingdom of Korea. Although Han Dongdao still had some remnants of crimes under his command, it was a matter of the Joseon royal court and had nothing to do with them.

Zhu Song was busy, but he was dealing with the nobles and high-ranking officials of the Joseon Kingdom.

Since King Li Fangyuan of North Korea took care of those officials who dared to write to impeach the Ming army, Zhu Song and other high-ranking officials of the Ming army were all attached to by the high-ranking officials and nobles of the North Korean kingdom.

Although these guys didn't jump out to speak for Li Fangyuan when Han Dongdao imprisoned Li Fangyuan, they also didn't participate in the rebellion.

So, in the face of these clingy guys, Zhu Song doesn’t want to beat them or push them away. After all, the people of the Joseon Kingdom can’t say that they are arrogant and arrogant, right?

Those who are abroad, they represent the Ming Dynasty, so such rumors cannot be spread!

Just like that, Zhu Song and several other high-ranking Ming soldiers who didn't want to deal with these North Koreans hid them with a "busy word decision", but in fact these guys were leading a group of disguised guards all over North Korea. Shaking around.

The most prosperous Gyeonghwa Street in Gyeongju City in the Kingdom of Korea.

Zhu Song, Zhu Youxuan, Zhu Mengcan, and Zhang Fu, four high-ranking members of the Ming army dressed in obvious Ming costumes, swayed forward slowly, followed by ten people dressed as domestic servants.

In addition, there are no less than [-] disguised soldiers hidden in the noisy crowd. You know, Zhu Song and the others are already distinguished. If something goes wrong in the Korean Kingdom, the ghost knows what the general will do what happened!

"Emperor Song... Uncle Song, this Qingzhou City is quite prosperous, but let alone compare with our Nanjing City, even compared with Suzhou, it is far behind!"

Zhu Youjuan looked around, talking non-stop, commenting all the time: "Look at those restaurants and shops, they are obviously imitating our Ming Dynasty's buildings, they have no special features at all!"

"Brother Yu, you can do it, you are almost blind, and you still have the face to say that this place is bad, and that there is bad, here you are, shut up this time, shall we?"

Zhu Mengcan couldn't see it anymore, so he directly stuffed a piece of rice cake into Zhu Youhuan's mouth.

Take a closer look, it is the little guys, each of them is carrying a few small bags in their hands, and the bags are filled with some local snacks.

"Hmm...Meng Can, is your skin itchy again?" Zhu Youxuan was attacked by Zhu Mengcan, and anger immediately appeared on his face.

"Hey, are you sure you can beat my younger brother?" Zhu Mengcan looked at Zhu Youxuan and laughed.

"Can't you give me a break?" Zhu Song looked at the two little guys helplessly, and said, "Every day you two have to quarrel a few words. If you don't quarrel, you will feel uncomfortable, right?"

"Master, two young masters, there are quite a lot of people ahead, there must be something exciting going on, why don't we go over and have a look?" Just when the two little fellows wanted to argue a few more words, Zhang Fu directly diverted topic.

Sure enough, the attention of the two little guys was drawn to the excitement ahead.

The front three circles and the other three circles were crowded with people. Zhu Song followed the two little guys and walked over, only to find that Zhu Youxuan and the others were standing outside, tiptoeing to see the people surrounding them. Circle the 'lively'.

"Liu Ming, make a way out." Zhu Song directly ordered an extremely tall and strong young man who followed behind him.

"Please, master!" Liu Ming squeezed his hands, grinned grimly, and walked slowly towards the crowd.

"Give way, please make way, don't block the way!" Liu Ming pulled a colleague, stretched out his hand, and forcibly separated the spectators blocking the front.

"Hey, who is this?"

"Why are you squeezing? Do you have a sense of public morality?"

"Hey, I'll let it go, I'll just let it go, don't do it?"

Zhu Song felt that it was a shame to do this by himself, so he sent his soldiers to do it.

"What? Do you want to fight?"

Liu Ming was tall and strong, and he deliberately put on a ferocious expression on his face, so after Liu Ming's voice fell to the ground, those discussions stopped, and no one dared to speak again.

"Damn it, everyone is a coward!" Liu Ming muttered softly, then turned to Zhu Song and the others and said, "Master, son, the road has been opened, you guys please come forward."

"Oh, it's quick to get help!" Zhu Song didn't care about the slightly resentful eyes of the audience, and walked over while swaying, "Oh, what are these bald guys doing?"

Walking to the front, what appeared in front of Zhu Song was an open space with a radius of about ten feet. Dry firewood, charcoal, rakes, and hammers were placed on the east side of the open space...

All these miscellaneous things were placed in the open space by category, and Zhu Song was stunned to see them.

On the west side of the open space, there is a middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged on a futon, still muttering words.

Beside him, several handsome young novice monks were busy with hands and feet, as if they were preparing something.

Chapter 398 A flirtatious old bald donkey

"What is this old bald man doing?" Zhu Youhuan and the others also didn't like these monks with bare heads.

Back then, the prestige of the entire Zhu family was challenged because of the coercion of the old monks in Nanjing.

So except for Yao Guangxiao, Zhu Youjuan and the rest of the monks are not too cold.

"Who knows what they're doing?" Zhu Mengcan muttered, "But are there monks in the Joseon Kingdom?"

Hearing this guy's words, Zhu Song glared at Zhu Mengcan angrily, and said, "Shouldn't foreign countries be allowed to have monks? Just like our Taoists in the Ming Dynasty, there are many arrogant people in the surrounding foreign countries, aren't they?"

"Uncle Song, what you said seems to be the same thing." Zhu Youxuan touched his head, pointed at the small open space and shouted, "Hey, it's moving, it's moving, they're moving!"

In the small open space, a young monk who seemed to be the leader walked up to the old monk sitting on the futon in Panxi, and said, "Master Yuan, everything is ready!"

The old monk sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "Fakong, go to the Dharma table!"

"Yes!" The little novice named Fakong answered, his bald head almost glowing under the sun.

After a while, the old monk stood up from the futon and walked to the Dharma table in the middle of the small open space.

It was a long square table, on which was spread a moon-white long cloth, and on the four corners of the cloth and in the center there was a statue of a Buddhist guardian vajra, and on top of the square table was a bronze statue of Sakyamuni Buddha. Two golden candlesticks.

Right in front of the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni, there is already white smoke curling up on an incense burner, and the fragrance is diffuse.