Ming Dynasty: Abandoned baby at the beginning, Zhu let me be the emperor

"What does that person look like? How many people are there?"

The magistrate put his hands behind his back and asked in a deep voice for information about the detainees.

In this famine-stricken area, there are people who cheat for food and drink and use all kinds of tricks.

"He was wearing ragged clothes and had unkempt hair and a dirty face, but his appearance was similar to that of an ordinary person."

The bailiff took great pains to give a brief description of Zhu Ming and the others' appearance.

It’s hard to tell whether a person is beautiful or ugly when he is so sloppy.

"Several people?"

After hearing the description of the yamen runner, the magistrate relaxed a little and nodded.

With this kind of attire, he probably can’t be a rich young man.

What kind of young man would dress up like this if he had nothing to do?

"Two people, one is in his early teens, and the other is about fifteen or sixteen years old."

The bailiff said again.

Although he was arrogant and rude to other people, he did not dare to be negligent in front of the county magistrate.

"Take me to see it."

The magistrate pondered for a while and listened to the description of the yamen runner. He was basically certain that these two people were just so hungry that they had no choice but to cheat for some food to fill their stomachs.

But to be on the safe side, I still have to go and see it in person.

Not long ago, the prefect also sent a letter saying that His Royal Highness the Grandson might go to various county government offices. It would be better to resolve this matter as soon as possible to avoid letting His Royal Highness the Grandson see it.

"You guys, tell the porridge shed to put more rice in the porridge these days. His Royal Highness the Grandson is coming, and it would not be good for him to see us like this now."

Thinking of the imperial grandson whom he had never met, the magistrate seemed to remember something, paused, and spoke.

"Yes, I'll arrange for someone to do it while I'm waiting."

The matter of the emperor's grandson was naturally the top priority in this small place, and the yamen runners did not dare to slack off and responded seriously.

In prison, after chatting with the young man for a few words, Zhu Ming calmed down and began to rest his eyes, waiting for the local county magistrate to come and interrogate him.

"Who is that person pretending to be a young master?"

A loud shout suddenly came from the cell door.

Hearing the shouting voice, Zhu Ming opened his eyes and laughed: "Finally it's here."

Pretending to be a young master, it seems that he is not a young master.

"It's me, what's wrong?"

He responded calmly.

Hearing that this man was locked up by him and yet could remain calm, even the county magistrate was stunned for a moment and quickly walked to the door of the cell where Zhu Ming was imprisoned.

Looking at the blue official uniform on the man in front of them, Zhu Ming and Liu Jin stood up and looked directly at him.

"Are you the local magistrate?"

Although his clothes were shabby, the noble aura that came from his high position since birth was no longer hidden.

"What's your last name?"

Seeing the extraordinary temperament of this person, the county magistrate also became serious. Could it be that he had misjudged so many things? Whose son was this person really?

"My last name is Zhu."

Zhu Ming opened his mouth slowly and answered word by word.

"How dare you! There has never been a young master named Zhu in this county, you little bastard!"

When he heard the surname "Zhu", the magistrate immediately started shouting.

He remembered all the wealthy families in the county, but there was never one with the surname Zhu.

"I'm from the capital."

Zhu Ming had his hands behind his back. Although he was a little shorter than the county magistrate, he already overpowered the county magistrate in terms of momentum.

Hearing that Zhu Ming came from the capital, everyone in the cell stood up and looked at Zhu Ming in shock.

Even the young man just now glanced over.

The person who came from the capital had the same surname as the current emperor, "Zhu".

This is not a joke.

If someone pretends to be a young master, he will be beaten at most, but if he pretends to be a royal relative, it will be a serious crime.

"You know that impersonating a royal relative is a capital crime."

The magistrate stared at the man fiercely and threatened him.

At such a young age, he really doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is.

"Open your eyes wide, he is the youngest grandson that the current emperor values ​​the most."

Seeing that the magistrate still refused to acknowledge Zhu Ming's identity, Liu Jin, who was standing by, immediately began to scold him loudly.

As he spoke, he took out Zhu Ming's jade pendant from his bosom and showed it to the county magistrate and the others: "Can ordinary people have this jade pendant?"

The magistrate changed his arrogant attitude, carefully took the jade pendant, and examined it in his hand.

With his knowledge, he recognized at a glance that the materials and workmanship of this jade pendant were perfect.

This kind of jade, let alone him, even the prefect might not be able to produce it.

He was about to speak when there was another burst of noise outside the door.

Then several yamen runners were thrown in, fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Before everyone could react, a dozen big men in flying fish suits rushed into the cell.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry for the suffering."

Chen Ling stood in front of Zhu Ming with a respectful look on her face.

Ever since Zhu Ming was captured, he has been waiting nearby, fearing that these people might harm the emperor's grandson.

He also knew that His Royal Highness the Grandson did not want to reveal his identity so easily.

It was not until Zhu Ming admitted it himself that he rushed in with his men.

"Master Chen Ling, there is no need to be so polite."

Zhu Ming nodded, then frowned again, looked at the stunned county magistrate, and slowly said, "Mr. County magistrate, do you need to ask more?"

The county magistrate had already been frightened by the dozen Jinyiwei. Only after Zhu Ming asked this question did he come to his senses and knelt on the ground in panic: "I won't ask any more questions, I won't ask any more questions."

"I didn't know that Your Highness the Grandson had come. I was blind and didn't recognize the great man. I beg Your Highness to forgive me."

Knowing that he had really offended His Royal Highness the Grandson of the Emperor, the magistrate now wished he could cut the runner into pieces.

But in front of Zhu Ming, he could only beg His Royal Highness the Grandson to spare his life.

"Asshole, why don't you open the door?"

Before Zhu Ming could say anything, Liu Jin, who was standing by, saw the magistrate kneeling down and immediately started scolding him.

"Yes Yes!"

The magistrate now dared not go against Liu Jin's wishes. He got up tremblingly, took out the key and opened the door for Zhu Ming himself.

However, he had already been frightened to the point that his hands and feet were weak, and even the hand holding the key was shaking, and it took him a long time to open the cell door.

"I want to take these three with me too."

Zhu Ming looked at Zhaodi and the young man’s cell again and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, I will release him right away."

Zhu Ming was the grandson of the emperor, so even if they wanted to take away thirty or three hundred people, let alone three, he didn't dare to say anything. He could only walk over obediently and open their cell door.

"I didn't know you were the Imperial Grandson. Please forgive me, Imperial Grandson."

Zhaodi immediately knelt in front of Zhu Ming, and did not forget to pull Meihua to kneel down as well.

He only recognized Zhu Ming's noble status, but he did not expect that this young man would be the grandson of the current emperor.

"Get up."

Zhu Ming had no choice but to go over and help Zhaodi and Meihua up.

He turned around and looked coldly at the magistrate who was kneeling on the ground.

In fact, I am not a person who cares so much about status, but with some people, it is easier to speak based on status.