Daming Super Daddy

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Well, it seems that these guys are determined to follow Zhu Song back to Nanjing City.

"My lord, why don't you take your brothers back to Nanjing, it's a big deal, let's slow down the marching speed a little bit!" Han Qingshan, who was still standing beside Zhu Song, looked at the guards of the Han Palace in front of him, and said.

"Forget it, since you are willing to go back, then go back together." Zhu Song said with a sigh.

"My lord, the chariots and horses are ready. When are we going to leave?" At this moment, a Ming soldier hurried over and saluted Zhu Song respectfully. "By the way, the things you told me have just been packed..."

"Well, it's a little troublesome for you!" Zhu Song came back to his senses, first thanked the soldier, and then said to the guard of the palace in front of him: "Okay, if you want to go back, don't continue to stick here , let the king feel upset. Everyone listens to the order, quickly go back and pack up things, and leave immediately after everything is ready?"

"Yes, my lord!" All the guards of Prince Han's Mansion shouted excitedly, and hurried back to pack their things.

Because there was no rush for the return journey this time, Zhu Song simply moved out a chair and sat under the sun to wait for the soldiers, and was still carrying things to the carriage.

Zhu Song had already prepared some of his things and put them all in his carriage.In addition, there are still some gold, silver, jewelry, jade, agate, and rare treasures looted from the Annan Palace.

These were all the fine items specially selected from the palace treasury when Zhu Song led the army to charge and kill in the Annan Palace. The things in the most inconspicuous small boxes were worth tens of thousands of gold.

Of course, in the treasury of Annan's palace, it is impossible to only have these treasures, as well as a lot of gold and silver treasures. Files are stored in the warehouse, and every transaction and item is registered in the register, and it is impossible to have corruption.

After waiting outside the tent for a stick of incense, Zhu Song directly got into the carriage, waved and said, "Let's go!"

Boom!

Zhu Song's carriage was pulled by three fine horses, and Huang San was naturally the one driving the carriage. He slammed the regular whip in his hand and lashed at these average-sized bodies.

The guards at the front, rear and two wings of King Han's Mansion also moved, slowly marching towards the direction of Nanjing City.

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"I'm finally back. Damn it, I'm a man with children after all. This time I miss the palace so much. When I went out to fight, why didn't I feel this way?"

On the tenth day, this time rushing back to Nanjing from Guangxi, it took Zhu Song and others ten days.

Judging from the normal marching speed, Zhu Song and the others would be able to return to Nanjing City in just five days. However, in order to take care of the wounded among the royal guards, Zhu Song made the army deliberately slow down and spent a lot of money. After doubling the time before returning to Nanjing, Zhu Song was really kind to the royal guards.

Standing on the shaft of the chariot, looking at the city of Nanjing in the sunset, Zhu Song suddenly felt a little timid.

The feeling of nostalgia is more timid, Zhu Song never thought that this kind of emotion would appear on him.

"My lord, should we go back to the city now, or wait until we enter the city?" Huang San, who was driving the car, asked.

It was not unreasonable for Huang San to ask such a question. If the officers and soldiers marched out to fight wars according to the order, after returning from victory, they would have to receive an order from the current Wansui before they could re-enter the city.

Otherwise, the army entered the city privately without respecting the will, intending to assassinate the king, which is a serious crime.

Of course, Zhu Song didn't have such worries. After all, he was also the most powerful person. In addition, he had reported this matter to Zhu Di a few days ago. At this moment, Zhu Di was afraid that Zhu Song could enter the palace.

"There's no need to report, just go directly to the city." Zhu Song simply sat on the shaft of the chariot.

"Yes." Huang San replied, flicked his horsewhip directly, and headed towards the incomparably wide avenue of Nanjing City.

The soldiers in charge of guarding the city gate were obviously stunned when they saw Zhu Song and the others. Where did the thousand armored troops come from?Could it be that the soldiers of the Dudu Mansion failed?

"Stop!" At this time, a soldier stretched out his hand to stop him, and ordered his men to lift the fence out.

"What for?" Huang San drove the carriage to the front, and when he saw the soldiers blocking him, he frowned.

"You... Where are you soldiers? Is there an edict to enter the city issued by the Lord Long Live?" The soldier was not afraid of Huang San's attitude, and said with a cold face: "If there is no edict to enter the city issued by the Lord Long Live, Or clear identification, these armored soldiers are not allowed to enter."

"I'm blinding you..." Huang San was taken aback for a moment, then raised his brows, obviously a little annoyed.

"Hey, Huang San!" Zhu Song stopped Huang San, turned his head and took out a roll of yellow cloth from the carriage, and said: "This king is Han Wang Zhu Song, this is sent by the Lord Long Live a few days ago According to the will, open it and have a look.”

"Han, King Han? Holy, imperial decree?" The soldier was taken aback, holding the roll of bright yellow cloth with trembling hands, and did not open it for a long time.

"What? Why don't you open it and take a look?" Zhu Song looked at the soldier with interest and said.

"No, no, no..." The soldier shook his head in a panic.

Are you kidding me, where is this?This place is at the foot of the emperor, is the prince so easy to pretend?

Anyway, this soldier does not believe that someone dares to impersonate, and the soldiers in these cities also know about the fact that King Han left Nanjing two months ago, and they should come back after calculating the time.

"Head, don't we really want to open it and take a look?" Seeing that the soldiers in the front were a little stunned, the soldiers in the back stepped up and asked.

"Look?" The soldier in front, with two black lines appearing on his forehead, said furiously, "Look at your mother? Hurry up, move this fence away, and let His Royal Highness King Han enter the city!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The soldier behind was startled, and hastily ordered his brothers to move the fence away.

"Hahaha, it's done, it's done!" Zhu Song laughed loudly, and took the imperial edict back from the previous soldier, "That's it, the king will let someone inform the Yamen later, no Make it difficult for you."

"Thank you, my lord, for understanding!" The soldier responded, watching the army of personal guards slowly enter the city.

"Head, is that really His Royal Highness King Han? If the magistrate is the youngest to come..." The little soldier at the back looked at the retreating team with some doubts, and asked softly.

"You kid, are you crazy!" The soldier known as the head glared at the younger brother, "Don't you see where this is? Even if I lend you ten guts, do you fucking dare to pretend to be His Highness King Han? "

Xiao Bing thought about it too, at the foot of the imperial city, who dares to pretend to be a relative of the emperor, isn't that courting death?

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No matter what the soldiers guarding the gate thought, Zhu Song had already led the army straight to King Han's Mansion.

Although it was late in the evening, the city of Nanjing was still bustling, not to mention the vendors selling snacks in the streets and alleys. The snack shops and restaurants in the city were even more lively, with endless chatter, laughter, and wine discussions.

Looking at the noisy side street and hearing the constant hustle and bustle, Zhu Song showed a smile on his face.

The carriage continued to move forward. As soon as it turned into the East Street, there were bursts of hurried and familiar voices in front, followed by bursts of footsteps.

"Huang San, stop!" Zhu Song patted Huang San on the shoulder and jumped off the shaft.

"The next official welcomes the prince back to the mansion!"

When there were tens of zhang away from King Han's Mansion, Shi Baifu and Liu Changsheng, the chief ministers on the left and right, had already opened a path with the remaining guards of the Palace, and saluted Zhu Song from afar.

"Father, Father King..." Zhu Song had a smile on his face, and was about to go forward to help Bai Fu and Liu Changsheng, when he heard three delicate voices.

Although the voice was soft, it made Zhu Song tremble all over. He raised his head and looked towards the front of the mansion. It was his sons and daughters Zhu Xuankun, Zhu Qiyue and Zhu Qilin. Standing beside the three little fellows were Xu Miaojin, Xu Wanjun and Song Minglin.

"Hahaha, Xuankun, Yueyue, Linlin, do you miss your father?" Zhu Song laughed, stepped forward a few steps, one on each left hand, and hugged Zhu Qiyue and Zhu Qilin.

As for Zhu Xuankun, a man, what are you hugging?

"Think, think, Yueyue misses her father!" Zhu Qiyue looks pink and cute, more like Xu Miaojin than Zhu Song. At this moment, she is waving her little hands, with a happy smile on her pretty little face.

"Linlin also misses her father very much!" Zhu Qilin hugged Zhu Song's neck, not to be outdone, a little eager.

"Hold by the father, hug by the father!" Seeing his two younger sisters being hugged by the father who hadn't seen him for more than two months, Zhu Xuankun jumped up and down, insisting on stretching out his little hands To pull Zhu Song's arm.