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

After a while.

Then Jiang Li walked in quietly with a food box in his hand.

Zhu Yuanzhang took the food box, took out the food inside with ease, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

"Ren Hengtai hasn't made arrangements for our burial yet?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked impatiently while eating.

Although Ren Hengtai had prevented concubines and palace maids from frequently entering the mourning hall in the name of the Ministry of Rites' procedures, allowing him to move freely here most of the time, he had already been staying here for seven days and couldn't help feeling aggrieved.

Jiang Li lowered his head and curled the corners of his mouth at an angle where Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't see.

Who could have imagined that the great Emperor Hongwu would hide here and pretend to be dead?

Don't talk about others.

Even though he witnessed this scene with his own eyes, he still felt a little dazed, and at the same time, he felt it was a little funny.

Of course, Jiang Li didn't dare to show any such thoughts on his face.

He immediately clasped his fists and bowed respectfully, "Your Majesty, Ren Hengtai has already informed me that an auspicious date has been calculated. I have also discussed it with Your Majesty and the other ministers in the court. Your Majesty's funeral will be held three days from now."

After saying this, Jiang Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In front of Zhu Yuanzhang, he kept saying "His Majesty's funeral". If it were before, it would definitely be a nine-family elimination game set.

However, His Majesty in front of him smiled heartily upon hearing this.

"Good! Good! The date is finally set."

"I've had enough of this lousy place. Let's go to the funeral."

Perhaps it was because of the news, but Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have a much better appetite and he shoveled several mouthfuls of rice left in the bowl into his mouth in one go.

Then he casually threw the empty bowl into the vegetable basket and said, wiping his mouth, "Have you arranged everything for our trip to Beiping Prefecture?"

Jiang Li was packing his vegetable basket.

He replied, "Your Majesty, please rest assured. I have made all the necessary arrangements. I have used my secret staff to arrange a new identity for Your Majesty - the farmer Huang Shiliu."

"The travel permit from Yingtian Prefecture to Beiping Prefecture has also been prepared for Your Majesty, under the pretext of visiting relatives."

"After leaving Yingtian Prefecture, Your Majesty, it would be most comfortable for you to travel by land to the nearest Grand Canal wharf, and then take the water route north along the Grand Canal to Beiping Prefecture."

"Ren Hengtai will then arrange for Your Majesty to leave the funeral procession and meet with one of my trusted confidants, Du Wei. This man was pulled out from the pile of dead bodies by me, and Your Majesty can trust him with confidence."

"This is a pass, Your Majesty, please keep it."

After saying that, Jiang Li took out a pass from his chest and handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang.

The household registration system was established by Zhu Yuanzhang himself.

If military personnel and civilians from all over the country left their hometowns more than one hundred miles away, they had to obtain a travel permit from the county officials, which was roughly equivalent to the travel permits and letters of introduction in later generations.

The group of people brought by Zhu Gui were completely smuggling.

Although they may not be checked most of the time, once they are caught, the punishment will be 80 strokes of the cane.

It is said that the reason why Jiang Li was able to serve as the commander of the Jinyiwei for so many years, apart from his loyalty, was that his greatest advantage was that he was useful and considerate.

Zhu Yuanzhang took the pass.

He nodded with satisfaction: "You did a good job on this matter."

Jiang Li clasped his fists solemnly and said, "I will do my best to serve Your Majesty."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked thoughtfully at the pass in his hand, his eyes resting on the three words "Huang Shiliu", with a hint of emotion on his face.

He has already abdicated his imperial power.

If this little bastard lived up to his expectations, he would not be Zhu Yuanzhang, but Zhu Chongba, where Chongba is sixteen.

All of a sudden.

Zhu Yuanzhang actually felt unusually relieved.

Then the pupils in her eyes slightly slackened, as if she was recalling something: "My sister used to say that being the empress of the Ming Dynasty meant that many things were beyond her control and not going her way. It would be better to be an ordinary peasant couple."