In the seventh year of Hongwu, the first month of the first month, Yingtian Prefecture Forbidden City.

Zhu Qi, wearing a robe and green dress, was sitting on a chair. Looking at the spring flowers that were stretched into the lacquered window lattice in front of him, he had to accept the facts in front of him.

He has traveled through time, and has been traveling through time for a month.

Of course, this month hasn't been sitting in a daze all day, he has figured out three things.

First, he became the third son of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Qi, the king of Liao, who was only fifteen years old. (You can understand the characters next to the character Qifang Wood, so I won’t explain much.)

As for how the third prince Zhu Qi changed his name to Zhu Qi and became the King of Liao, Zhu Qi didn't care too much about it. After all, people have traveled through time, so this kind of thing is no longer important.

Second, he now lives in the Forbidden City of Yingtian Prefecture, which is the Nanjing Forbidden City in later generations, where the capital of the Ming Dynasty is now located.

Third, his fief is in Liaodong. At his current level, he went to Liaodong, the place of four battles, and was determined to be the king of Se.

Zhu Qizheng was worried about his future, and a young man shouted outside the house:

"Third brother!"

When Zhu Qi saw the visitor, he unconsciously straightened his back to show his respect.

The boy with excitement came over, dressed similarly to Zhu Qi, and his name was Zhu Di.

He has another title in later generations, the only eternal emperor in history who was founded by Langjuxu, the Ming Dynasty, and the Emperor Chengzu!

But now he has not become the emperor, but his younger brother.

"Your Highness, please keep your mouth shut. The King of Liao is still recuperating."

An eunuch in the inner rank followed him, running out of breath. Seeing Zhu Qi sitting in the bedroom and not lying on the bed, he hurriedly said to Zhu Qi again:

"Your Highness, the Imperial Doctor, urges you to recover from a serious illness and need to be more bedridden."

Zhu Qi waved:

"I'm fine, you go down."

The eunuch in the inner rank hesitated for a moment, replied "Yes", and bowed and retreated.

Zhu Di was only fourteen years old at this time, with a tender and immature face. He raised his robe and sat beside Zhu Qi. He first poured a cup of tea for Zhu Qi, and then said:

"San brother, you look much better. A few years ago, people from the Imperial Hospital said that Third Brother is not good, I am really afraid that Third Brother, you can't stand it."

Good guy, you can talk more.

However, looking at Zhu Di's concerned eyes, Zhu Qi couldn't help but say:

"Actually I didn't make it..."

"My third brother is just kidding. Aren't you sitting here for a long time?"

Zhu Di laughed out loud, poured himself a cup of tea, and continued to drink it in one sip:

"Third brother, you don't know. Brother, I know that you are much better after you have improved. I'm just too busy. I wanted to see you a few days ago. When you came here, you were sleeping. Brother didn't bother you and left again. Now I'm so busy that I can't see anyone."

When Zhu Di mentioned his eldest brother Zhu Biao, his memories of Zhu Biao flashed in Zhu Qi's mind.

I have to say that Zhu Biao is really charming. Even Zhu Qi, who came here through time, couldn't help but praise him when he recalled the scene of Zhu Biao taking care of his younger brothers and sisters.

Zhu Yuanzhang fought outside for many years, and the children he gave birth to later were all raised by Zhu Biao, the eldest brother.

"The eldest brother is the prince, so it is appropriate to share the worries of the father."

Zhu Qi said casually, but Zhu Di sighed and said:

"Oh, I really have to share my worries. In the battle of Lingbei, Uncle Xu was defeated. I heard from my elder brother that this was the first time Uncle Xu suffered a defeat. The Northern Yuan Wang Baobao is so powerful. When I will be in Beiping, I must go and fight with Wang Baobao!"

Uncle Xu mentioned by Zhu Di is naturally Xu Da, the god of war in the Ming Dynasty. The battle in Lingbei was the second Ming Dynasty's war to attack the Northern Yuan Dynasty, which was also Xu Da's only defeat in his life.

Wang Baobao was the strongest famous general at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Wang Baobao was a Chinese name, and his real name was Kuogut Timur.

However, Wang Baobao defeated most of the time, but like Xiaoqiang who could not be killed, he always brought up a group of people to make a comeback after every failure. The Beiyuan can survive until now, all depends on Wang Baobao.

Zhu Qi looked at Zhu Di's gritting teeth and gave a thumbs up:

"Zhu Di, it's worthy of being you. I feel much more at ease with you in the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Di was stunned. He didn't expect that Zhu Qi would be so explicit in his praise. He felt a little proud in his heart and said with a shy face:

"Actually, I'm here today, mainly to return books. I'll ask if there are any new ones?"

Zhu Di said, and took out a comic book from his arms that was obviously different from this era.

I saw a landscape painting on the cover, and a heroic man wearing a dragon robe looked at the mountains and rivers from afar.

On the smooth plastic cover, there are a few big words written in vigorous and powerful fonts: "Mingshanhe".

The author column clearly states: Zhu Qi.

When Zhu Qi saw this comic book he published in his early years, he hurriedly took it over and stuffed it into his arms. At the same time, he pulled Zhu Di's head over. The two of them slammed their heads under the table. Zhu Qi asked in a low voice:

"No one has seen this book except you?"

"Don't worry, Brother Third, I didn't even show you my elder brother! But Brother Third, you are so wise and powerful in painting your father. I'm sure you won't show this book to your father? He must be very happy."

When Zhu Qi heard Zhu Di's words, he immediately threatened:

"You dare to show it to your father, and you will never think of reading the comics I drew in this life."

Zhu Di's face showed horror:

"I dare not dare, I won't even say that I'll beat you to death. But in this book, I saw my father learn the Yijin Sutra in Huangjue Temple, and then join the rebel army, and it was gone later."

Zhu Qi straightened his waist and gave Zhu Di a look:

"Go outside the door and wait for me."

Zhu Di understood and hurriedly retreated outside the door.

Zhu Qi then returned to the inner room and took out a big bulging backpack from the quilt next to the pillow.

This is the travel backpack that Zhu Qi carried on his back when he went out to collect a line, but he didn't expect that after he fell into the water and crossed the backpack, he also came with him.

The comic book "Mingshanhe" was placed in a backpack, and there were only two books in total. It was his early work, and it was impossible to get it unexpectedly by Zhu Di.

But the most valuable thing in this backpack is actually the laptop and solar charger.

Zhu Qi tried it. It can be used for computers and chargers. As a cartoonist, there are all kinds of information stored in the computer. After all, as a cartoonist, you must have a wide range of knowledge. After all, good comics also need reasonable plots.

Zhu Qi was not in the mood to transport these information from his laptop computer before.

After all, the month I just traveled through time was a month full of confusion, anxiety and fear.

Now I am familiar with the life of the Ming Dynasty prince. Since I come here, I will be at ease. At least I have not traveled through time and became a Japanese man who was not doing well in a small life.

I will copy all the information back and not talk about the internal combustion engine in one year, the iron-clad ship in two years, the Maxim in three years, and the global dominance in four years, but some of them are useful.

In addition to comic books and laptops, there are some things that are necessary for outdoor survival, but Zhu Qi didn't care much about these gadgets.

Zhu Qi took out the second chapter of his painting "Mingshanhe" from his backpack, and then carefully stuffed the backpack back.

Then he walked outside and opened the door. Zhu Di saw the second episode of "Mingshanhe" in Zhu Qi's hand, and hurriedly took the comic book and praised it:

"San brother, you have the ability to draw with this skill. What other painter does your father ask to draw portraits for our family? Just take all of them."

Zhu Qi raised his hand and patted Zhu Di on his shoulder with a laugh and cry:

"You really want me to be a painter?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Zhu Di said with a smile, stuffed the comic book into his sleeve, and whispered:

"Then I'll leave first, third brother, you have more rest."

Looking at Zhu Di's back running and jumping away, Zhu Qi was sure that this guy was not here to care about himself, he was here to care about comic books.

But it's not bad. It will definitely be okay for me to have a good relationship with Zhu Di.

…………

Zhu Di left Zhu Qi's bedroom here and couldn't help but take out the comic book and read it on the way.

Although the third brother Zhu Qi repeatedly instructed that no one could know about this comic book except him, Zhu Di.

But at the age of fourteen, how could I bear the temptation of comic books?

Besides, there were only the palace maids and eunuchs who were accompanying him, and they were all walking behind him, so they couldn't see this comic book.

Zhu Di thought this way and simply found a pavilion, let the palace maids and eunuchs stay outside, then he got into the pavilion alone, took out the comic book and started reading it.

I just turned one page.

... Half an hour later...

The palace maids and eunuchs were waiting outside the pavilion, and they didn't know what His Royal Highness Yan was looking at. They were so fascinated, but the class time was about to pass, so everyone could only worry.

At this moment, at the corner behind him, a group of people were coming hurriedly along the stone road.

The palace maids and eunuchs who were accompanying him held dragon flags, door flags, yellow guards on both sides, big umbrellas and round fans, and thirty-two people were carrying dragon chariots. This was the emperor's ceremonial guard for traveling!

However, at this time, the Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty did not sit in the dragon chariot, but walked with his hands behind his back, worriedly walking in the front of the team, with his pace fast, and the people behind him had to trot and follow.

The failure of the Ming Dynasty to attack the Northern Yuan in the second time naturally made Zhu Yuanzhang unhappy. The failure of this battle in Lingbei also made Zhu Yuanzhang see that it was unrealistic to completely eliminate the Northern Yuan in a short period of time.
To be continued...