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

"Daoyan..." The Jinyiwei who was half a step behind Zhao Feng frowned and murmured in confusion.

It takes some effort to look up a name that is so confusing.

After a pause, he looked up at Zhao Feng and asked, "Boss, do you have any other information about this person?"

Zhao Feng immediately added, "He's a monk."

He clearly remembered that His Majesty called this man "dead bald donkey". At that time, he had only received a letter from the founding duke, saying that Zhou Lixuan and Fan Songde were suspects. After His Majesty pondered for a while, he cursed him without any reason.

Zhao Feng didn't understand for a moment.

They were clearly talking about someone who had evil intentions and wanted to disrupt Yingtian Prefecture and even the Ming Dynasty, so how could it be inexplicably related to Monk He?

He felt very strange, so he secretly wrote down the name.

Today I have successfully captured Zhou Lixuan and Fan Songde, and I have some free time, so I thought of this matter again.

"He's a monk..." The subordinate's eyes lit up slightly, and the embarrassment on his face suddenly faded. "If that's the case, then it's much simpler. In the fifteenth year of the Hongwu reign, the late Emperor established the Monk Registration Office under the Ministry of Rites to manage the national register of monks. I'll go check it out and we'll have results soon."

Zhao Feng nodded. "Well, give me the results as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir!" The person next to him responded loudly and then slowly retreated.

As for Zhao Feng, he was not in a hurry to return to the Jinyiwei Yamen or the Imperial Prison.

By the time Zhou Lixuan and Fan Songde were arrested, the sky had already brightened, and a not-so-strong sun was rising in the east. The street outside the alley was gradually filled with the sounds of footsteps and the bustle of people.

Zhao Feng slowly walked out of the alley.

After looking around at the wide and empty streets outside, he randomly chose a tea stall set up along the street and sat down.

The tea stall owner looked at him in his signature flying fish suit.

He was so scared that his legs went weak: "Jin... the officer of the Jinyiwei... I don't know... I don't know..." He stammered for a long time and couldn't speak clearly.

Zhao Feng smiled kindly, "Give me a cup of tea, and go get me some meat buns from next door."

After saying that, he threw a few copper coins on the table according to the market price.

Although Zhu Yunhuan was cruel and brutal in killing people in the court, it was either a means to establish his authority or to really punish corrupt officials.

For these Ming Dynasty people who have nothing to do with the government.

Although Zhu Yunhuan was the emperor, he was extremely tolerant and never showed off or acted pretentiously when he went out.

Zhao Feng, who always followed him, saw this most clearly.

Even he didn't realize that he had formed such a habit unconsciously through the influence of his surroundings.

Seeing the smile on Zhao Feng's face, the tea stall owner's nervousness immediately subsided. He immediately responded, "Alright! Sir, please wait a moment. I'll get to work right away. Look at you, Sir, wearing such a majestic Feiyu suit, yet you have such a good temper!"

After relaxing, the boss even dared to strike up a conversation.

Watching his boss leave, Zhao Feng suddenly felt something strange inside. He thought to himself, "Good temper...? This... it's really rare for someone to say something like that to me, huh!"

The person in charge of intelligence in Yingtian Prefecture and who was in charge of interrogating people was actually said to have a good temper. He shook his head helplessly and laughed at himself.

Then he raised his eyebrows, recalling the scene when he was strolling with his master in Yingtian Prefecture and his subordinates got their blood on him.

Curled his lips:

"Your Majesty has always detested those under your command who abuse their power to bully others. Many people have lost their lives in such incidents during their daily travels. Even if I had the will, I wouldn't have the guts."

"But this feels... not bad."

It was the first time that Zhao Feng was praised with such words. Although he felt awkward, he also felt comfortable at the same time.

"Sir, here are your meat buns!" The boss quickly bought the buns and put them on the table, saying respectfully.