Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes, kid understands."

As soon as he finished saying this, Zhu Yunwen couldn't help but frowning tightly and tilting his head slightly, as if he was deliberately trying to catch some sound.

"What's wrong, child?" Mrs. Lu noticed something was wrong and asked.

"Mother...listen..."

"Yingtian Prefecture...is the sound of bells and drums ringing again?" Zhu Yunwen asked in a trembling voice, and his already pale face became even more bloodless.

At this time, if the bells and drums sounded again in Yingtian Prefecture.

What does it represent?

This meant Zhu Yunhuan had returned! He had successfully offered sacrifices to the heavens and ancestors at Zhongshan Mountain, and had read out the imperial edict of enthronement in front of all the people in the world! ! !

"No..." Lu's face changed drastically, and she subconsciously wanted to deny it.

At the same time, he closed his mouth tightly, concentrating all his energy and attention to capture all the sounds around him.

Maybe I was too far away to hear it clearly just now.

But while the two were talking.

The sound was already quite close, and one could hear it without even listening closely—grand and mighty, mixed with the roars of the people: "Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor! Long, long live the emperor!"

The expressions on Lu and Zhu Yunwen's faces froze.

Then he gradually became desperate...his pupils gradually dimmed, as if all the energy in his body had been drained away in an instant.

"Zhu Yunhuan ascended the throne... He ascended the throne smoothly..."

"It's over, it's all over."

"why why!!!"

"Hahahahaha..."

"..."

The two of them had no other thoughts in their minds and were talking to themselves, going crazy.

The increasingly loud sound of bells and drums, the endless cheers of "Long live the emperor", were like needles piercing their eardrums, causing splitting headaches...

……

Zhu Yunhuan rode on a dragon chariot.

Under the ardent gazes of the people of Nanzhili, amid the magnificent sounds of bells and drums, and amid the cries of "Long live the emperor", he returned to Yingtian Prefecture, surrounded by ceremonial guards and the dignitaries of the court.

The dragon chariot entered from the center through the Meridian Gate.

Cross the Jinshui Bridge.

Finally, the dragon sedan was carried by the guard of honor. The emperor sat in the sedan chair and went up from the bottom to the top, hanging in the air over the Danbi Stone, all the way to the Fengtian Hall.

After getting off the dragon chariot.

He slowly stepped into the threshold of Fengtian Hall, walked onto the ceremonial throne, and sat on the magnificent golden chair at the highest position in the ceremonial throne.

In fact, at this time.

Zhu Yunhuan, on the other hand, did not feel any emotional fluctuations in his heart.

During these few days, he was in charge of state affairs, and he also sat on the ceremonial throne at the morning court every day. Although his position was three feet away from the dragon throne, it was not much different from actually sitting on the dragon throne.

Now his only feeling is: "Well, it's a bit uncomfortable, I need to add a cushion."

When I think about it.

Inside the Fengtian Hall and in the square outside, numerous court officials had already lined up and knelt once again. "Your Majesty, we congratulate you on ascending the throne! May the Ming Dynasty prosper forever! Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"

Zhu Yunhuan's expression was indifferent, and he raised his hand slightly.

He said slowly: "My dear ministers, please stand up!"

……

The words are divided into two parts.

In Beiping Prefecture, the city gates were wide open. Zhu Di, dressed in tight clothes and a bright red cloak, rode a majestic black horse and galloped out of the city.

Following behind him, half a horse length behind.

It was the monk Daoyan wearing a black cassock.

Behind them followed a group of strong young men in tight clothes, all with sharp and serious eyes.

"Your Highness, we must hurry."

"Now that His Majesty has passed away and left no will, the current situation in Yingtian Prefecture is still unknown. The kings will surely rush to Yingtian Prefecture one after another."

Monk Daoyan half-bent over and slapped the horse's buttocks behind him vigorously.

Zhu Di stared straight ahead, his narrowed eyes revealing a firmness as he said, "Since I have agreed to Master Daoyan's proposal, I will not back down from this matter!"

Monk Daoyan looked at Zhu Di's back, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Beiping Prefecture is one of the vassal states farthest from Yingtian Prefecture. Even though Daoyan had already laid secret lines in Yingtian Prefecture, he had only just received the news of "His Majesty's death".

Due to the tight security of the Jinyiwei in Yingtian Prefecture, even Daoyan was unable to get any more specific information for the time being.

However, as soon as he received the news, Monk Daoyan immediately found Zhu Di and took a group of people out of the city and headed straight for Yingtian Prefecture.

The will has not been issued.

Even though Zhu Yunwen was indeed given special care.

But Yingtian Prefecture was a mixed bag of good and bad people, and there was a group of Huaixi military generals standing in his way. The princes from all over the country also did not submit to him. Zhu Yunwen was not good enough!

Which of these princes didn't have some military achievements? Which of them didn't have some ideas about the position they were in?

Yes! Both!

At this time, it’s a competition of who is faster!

Who can immediately rush to Yingtian Prefecture to understand the situation, and then win over some forces that can be won over, such as the group of displaced Huaixi nobles...

"Your Highness, this is a tough battle." Even Monk Daoyan looked solemn.

Amidst the clatter of hurried hooves, Zhu Di scoffed nonchalantly, "Ha! A tough battle? I've been enfeoffed in Beiping and guarded the northern border for many years. I've fought countless tough battles. Master Daoyan, have you ever seen me frown?"

Daoyan also put away the solemn expression on his face.

He then burst into laughter: "Hahahahahahaha! Your Highness is so courageous! Go!"

The group rushed out for about three to five miles.

However, he vaguely saw that there was a group of people in the front, rushing towards the direction of Beiping Prefecture at full speed, as fast as lightning.

Zhu Di's eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed as he asked, "Master Daoyan, could that group of people also be your spies in Yingtian Prefecture?"