Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

This meant that Zhu Yuanzhang often had to wait for the latest issue of a newspaper or the latest intelligence handed to him by Jiang Lin before he could truly know some of the most confidential and important information.

This is why he is so curious.

Compared with people like Cui Ming Lou who travel between Yingtian Prefecture and Beiping City and specialize in reselling the latest issues of newspapers, Jiang Li's intelligence is often not as good as theirs. After all, Jiang Li is under Zhu Yunhuan's nose, so he always needs to be extremely cautious and careful in his actions and has many concerns.

Zhu Yuanzhang also liked to come to Cuiming Tower.

"I always feel that there will be something unusual in this tenth issue of the newspaper." Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully.

If for no other reason, he had been plagued by doubts these days - the cheap fabrics were sold out, and then the door was really closed, and even the shop was closed!

This operation was incomprehensible to Zhu Di and his gang as well as Zhu Yuanzhang. No matter how you think about it, it was completely unnecessary.

Zhu Yuanzhang also had doubts, perhaps it was really sold out.

But after some secret investigation, he found that... the shops in Peking, and even in the surrounding states and counties, still had some inventory, which seemed even more suspicious.

It’s just that Zhu Yuanzhang thought about it for a long time and investigated for a long time.

Still no clue.

But he knew it in his heart - judging by the methods and style of that little wolf cub, the more this happened, the more it showed that she was holding back something!

"In the past, they would usually be able to bring back the latest issue of the newspaper sold in the capital after such a period of time. However, it has been snowing heavily recently, so we may have to wait a while." Lu Wei looked ahead and estimated.

After all, Peking is too far away from Yingtian Prefecture.

The time of buying newspapers and their delivery is relatively uncertain. Although you can eat the melons firsthand here, it is definitely not like Yingtianfu, where newspapers can be sold at the scheduled time.

Hearing Lu Wei's words.

Zhu Yuanzhang strolled forward leisurely, saying nonchalantly, "Even if it's a little late, it should arrive. The world is bustling with people seeking profit. Now that this newspaper is all the rage throughout the Ming Dynasty, there are plenty of people willing to pay for first-hand news. With such huge profits, they won't hesitate to make any mistakes."

"Anyway, let's just drink tea inside and watch the dancers. We have nothing to do all day long, so we're too bored to stay at home. We can't go and have sex with those singers and dancers in order not to let our eldest grandson down."

He doesn't care about that at all - to put it bluntly, he is just a retired old man now, so what he does for fun is fun, right?

Lu Wei raised his eyebrows and nodded, praising him, "You're right! After living in Beiping for so long, I've noticed that you're becoming more open-minded and in better spirits than before."

If he had not followed Zhu Yuanzhang all the way from Yingtian Prefecture to Peking, he would not have dared to say that the leisurely retired old man in front of him was actually the Hongwu Emperor who everyone used to fear.

Zhu Yuanzhang finally got the chance to go out after holding back for so many days.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel better and laughed out loud, quite cheerfully: "Oh? You feel much better now? You're not kidding me, are you?"

Lu Wei immediately put on a serious expression and said firmly, "How can that be? This is a serious crime! We are telling the truth! Look at yourself in the bronze mirror. Is your face rosier? Do you have more black hair?"

These words made Zhu Yuanzhang feel better.

As if he suddenly thought of something, he turned his head and said in a low voice, "Old Lu, who knows when we can eat a magic pill and be more energetic! Hahahahahaha!"

Lu Wei said: "Your fortune is the best in the world."

Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath, paused, and looked up: "We've arrived at Cuiming Tower. It's still early, but there are already quite a few people here."

Lu Wei extended his hand and said, "We've already booked a private room for you. This is the busiest place in Beiping."

After saying that, the two of them went up the stairs one after the other.

Not long after Zhu Yuanzhang and Lu Wei went upstairs and entered the private room, another group of people wearing cloaks and deep hoods also entered Cuiming Tower among the bustling crowd, went upstairs, and went into another private room.

One of them flipped up his hood and cursed, "It's really cold in Peking right now! Your Highness... We have the best red charcoal burning in the palace, it's the warmest. Why are you putting yourself through this?"

That's right.

Later a group of people came.

It was actually Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan who now governed the entire Peking! The person who spoke was quite vulgar, and was naturally Qiu Fu, a soldier. The other two were Princess Xu Miaojin and Monk Daoyan.

Xu Miaojin lowered his hood, smiled elegantly, and said, "The news from Cuiminglou is the fastest. It's better to come here to buy a newspaper and listen to the voices of the people." He glanced at Zhu Di and knew that Zhu Di was becoming more and more anxious. He shook his head helplessly.

Zhu Di, however, frowned, as if he was puzzled and in deep thought.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't understand Zhu Yunhuan's actions and was curious. He didn't understand them and was even more curious. At the same time... he also felt a sense of inexplicable fear and uneasiness.

Now let him sit in the palace.

Of course he was a little restless.

Then he brought Xu Miaojin, Monk Daoyan, and Qiu Fu directly to Cuiming Tower to wait for news.

He turned to look at the silent monk Daoyan.

Seeing that he looked a little strange, he asked, "What's wrong, Master Daoyan?"