On this day, the weather in Tanggu was excellent, the sun was in the sky, and the wind and snow stopped. The warm sun on people's bodies only makes people feel a little bit of winter warmth that they have rarely experienced.

When Zhu Youlang, who was dressed in a vermilion dragon robe, stepped off the boat with the support of the inner supervisor, he heard the sound of "Long live" in his ears, although his steps were vain, his heart trembled lightly, and there was only one thought in his mind - he was back!

Finally back to Beizhili!

The Ming Dynasty is thriving!

"I'll go by myself!"

Pushing away the inner supervisor who was supporting him, Zhu Youlang puffed up his chest, gathered his energy, and stepped off the boat, he walked slowly towards the dock with steady steps. At this time, Zhu Youlang walked through the ranks of the civil and military officials and the old people from all over the country, stepped on the lengthened and widened springboard, and stepped into the smooth and abnormal bow, Zhu Youlang turned around and looked into the distance, although it was a land of ice and snow at this time, but in his eyes it was a splendid country, and this day he would definitely be a scene of peace and prosperity, thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile, he couldn't remember the embarrassment of running out in a hurry over the years, and also forgot the pain of hunger and cold on the road of displacement.

"Hooray, please!"

The eunuch beside him whispered.

"Otherwise, the ministers and others who accompanied the driver Hu Jun and others could not get on the horse, and I don't know how sooner or later they would arrive at Tianjin Wei."

Tianjin Wei is their resting place, and the brigade will rest all night in Tianjin Wei, and then set off for Beijing the next day.

Zhu Youlang nodded, and said as he walked inside.

"It's really embarrassing for the King of Chu, it's freezing cold, but it's so neat! I don't know if it can be compared to the situation of Gaozu and Chengzu patrolling back then? ”

"Naturally, it's comparable!"

The inner supervisor on the side said softly.

"Don't say anything else, just say that the weather is good, the slave hasn't seen it, I heard that before the emperor came up, it was still snowing."

"It's true. You see, the wind and waves here are calm, and it seems that when you enter the Bohai Sea, there will be no wind and waves. ”

"This is the emperor's blessings, and this sea also knows that the son of heaven of the Han family is coming, so it will stop like this, and the minions are all the emperor's blessings."

In the words of the inner eunuch, Zhu Youlang finally stepped off the gangplank and walked towards the carriage. Although when he walked to the carriage, he seemed to be calm, but the moment he entered the carriage, his strong body finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the whole person was like being fished out of the water, panting heavily.

"I, I'm finally back......"

Feeling the carriage moving, a smile squeezed out of Zhu Youlang's pale face. And at this moment, he hung his head and panted, looking at the few beards of hair that fell on the sleeves of his vermilion shirt, his face became a little gloomy.

Under the escort of a team of brocade guards, the six Luan drove out of the wharf, only to hear the horses' hooves, wheels, and footsteps on the newly paved official road, echoing on the official road, but it looked even more solemn.

As soon as you get out of the wharf, outside the wharf is another scene, the brocade guards who drive the road, stand in the middle of the road, thousands of subjects are in the middle of the road, and there are incense cases set up by the people on the roadside along the way, and the people are all using the way of burning incense to meet the emperor of the Han family who has not been seen for a long time.

The six-horse carriage is a four-wheeled Jiangbei style, different from ordinary carriages, the carriage of the golden carriage is extremely luxurious, the carriage uses nearly a thousand pieces of gold leaf to decorate, under the noon sun, the gold leaf is very dazzling, and the golden light can not be forced to see, and in this golden carriage, Zhu Youlang did not look outside the car, at this time there was a little haze on his face, looking at the hair on the sleeves, his eyes were dark, and he thought to himself.

It seems that this body is really not as good as before......

The carriage continued to move forward, galloping all the way, heading towards Tianjin, and Zhu Youlang, who was sitting in the carriage, occasionally looked at the ice and snow outside the carriage through the tulle, although it was a cold and snowy land, but his eyes seemed fanatical, tomorrow, tomorrow he would be able to reach Jingshi, and he would be able to enter the Forbidden City.

I just don't know, what does the Forbidden City look like now?

What does the Forbidden City look like?

Almost everyone has such and such fantasies, even for Zhu Youlang, who is the emperor, he has also imagined the appearance of the Forbidden City, and imagined the weather when he commanded the world. There is a lot of anticipation for the moment to come.

When the saint drove into Tianjin, just like when he was in Tanggu, the road was a loess mat road, the roadside was a people's sandwich, and the incense cases stood on the side of the road, and the smoke of burning incense made the two sides of the road seem a little blurred. Although it was a little vague, Ma Shili, who was in the entourage, still saw a familiar face from the smoke, and when he saw the person, his expression was slightly surprised, but he didn't show anything unusual, but even so, the two still completed the exchange with their eyes in a very short time.

Shengjia did not live in the city, but lived in a local gentry's mansion on the outskirts of the Tianjin Acropolis, although there was no longer the pain of dizziness of the boat, but that night, perhaps because of the fatigue of the journey, Zhu Youlang's body was even weaker, and he could not sleep peacefully all night, although he suffered from illness, but he was still looking forward to the next trip to Beijing.

Since the day and hour of entering Beijing were carefully selected by the Qin Tianjian, the third day was not correct, that is, entering the Daming Gate at two o'clock in the afternoon, which was a good fortune. So despite the physical suffering, Zhu Youlang still didn't dare to delay, and he did as soon as he asked.

Between Tianjin and Beijing, and rested for a night, until the third day took a morning, the mighty holy car finally arrived at Zhengyangmen, which will be according to the Western hour is one o'clock in the afternoon, scheduled two o'clock auspicious time to enter the Daming Gate, this auspicious time to say, can not have the slightest sloppiness. However, this distance definitely does not take an hour, and there is a way to kill time, so I take advantage of the convenience of making incense in the temple, and wait there for enough time before setting off.

There is a small temple with a yellow tile roof on the east and west sides of the door hole under the Zhengyang Gate City Tower. The east is the Guanyin Temple, which was built in the Chongzhen period. The west is the Guandi Temple, which was built in the Wanli period. There is a small temple in the urn city of each gate in the inner city of Beijing, but there are two small temples in the Zhengyang Gate. Two small temples with yellow roofs and white monuments, uneven trees, surrounded by gray walls, like two guards, guarding the tall and majestic Zhengyangmen City Tower. And this Guandi Temple, in the Zhengyang Gate can be said to occupy the best geographical advantage, so the incense is prosperous. Incense has been used for hundreds of years, and it has always been extremely effective.

And the reason why I chose to make incense in this temple is because the Guanyin Dashi Temple on the side is not established by the Guanyin Dashi Temple itself, but the Chongzhen Emperor in order to pay tribute to the "killed" Jiliao Governor Hong Chengchou, built a temple for Hong Chengchou on the east side of Zhengyang Gate, and set up a tablet for the statue of Hong Chengchou in the temple. But who would have thought that he would later learn that Hong Chengchou was not dead and surrendered. When Chongzhen heard this, his lungs exploded, and he was so embarrassed. He ordered the craftsmen to destroy the statues in the temple, smash the ranks, and change the small temple into the Guanyin Temple.

Naturally, it was impossible for Zhu Youlang to choose to make incense in the Guanyin Temple, but to make incense in the Guandi Temple. And for Zhu Youlang, his choice of this place also has a special meaning, especially when looking at the statue of Emperor Guan in the temple, he couldn't help but think of the martial saint in the Three Kingdoms who was admired by the world for his loyalty, but only one thought came to his mind.

Who will be my Martial Saint?

Who can calm the world for me?

It is conceivable that for Zhu Youlang, even if he praised Li Ziyuan's "loyalty", he also knew that none of those strong feudal clans who supported the army were truly reliable, and he needed a "Guan Emperor" who belonged to him, one who was loyal to the imperial court, not loyal to a certain vassal and a certain king.

As a vassal king, Zhu Youlang, perhaps, he did not receive an orthodox royal education, and the so-called imperial technique can only be secretly figured out, but he doesn't know that behind this seemingly scenery now.

The Huai domain is domineering, and the Chu domain is loyal.

But it's just a joke, as far as Zhu Youlang is concerned, as the saying goes, "the shop bully the customer, the slave bully the master", Zhu Youlang is naturally very clear about this truth, and he even knows that Zhu Mingzhong is not necessarily really domineering, and Li Ziyuan may not be as loyal as he shows, but one day, they will all be very domineering.

- Slave bully!

One day, they'll do it.

And what if the master wants to protect himself? There is only one choice, which is to punish the evil slaves, and if you want to punish the evil slaves, you have to hold real power and run a strong army.

"The Martial Saint is above, bless me to be able to re-stabilize the world, if it can be done, I will definitely rebuild this temple for the Martial Saint Prince......"

When Zhu Youlang was obsessed with the idea of the future, he never noticed that his body seemed to be more tired, he stayed here for half an hour, and when he was in the temple to salute, when the people in the outer world had rested enough, as soon as he came out of the hall, Zhu Youlang's eyes were slightly raised, and the tall city gate tower was impressive, he stared at the city gate tower, and there was only one thought left in his heart.

It's back in the capital!

At this moment, although Zhu Youlang was exhausted and even sick after thousands of miles of sea and land trekking, he still felt an unprecedented strength.

He is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

Now he wants to be like the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, about to enter the Beijing Division, enter the Forbidden City, and rule the world with the respect of the Ninety-Five!

Zhu Youlang glanced at the blue sky, perhaps thinking of how the history books would write a strong stroke for him in the future, and he couldn't help but smile. Then he lowered his head and walked again to the gold-plated carriage.

And after the long procession of horses and horses left the Zhengyang Gate, the guards inside and outside the Zhengyang Gate dispersed and returned to the camp, the Zhengyang Gate was lively again, and the people who originally came to greet the car came to the temple of Emperor Guan, trying to get some imperial spirit, and inadvertently, the kneeling mat was taken away by someone......