Daming: In the beginning, he mistakenly regarded Emperor Yongle as his own father

The warrior has a hulking back and a weather-beaten face. It looks like he has been on the battlefield for a long time.

"Your Majesty, it's spring plowing now, but the south of Changsha has been in a severe drought for three months, and there is no rain. If this continues, there may be no harvest this year."

The bald monk He Yao Guangxiao said worriedly.

If spring plowing is not planted, there will be no harvest in autumn, and Nanfang will face an unprecedented famine.

The four years of war had just subsided, and the imperial court already had no extra food for disaster relief, so it might be difficult to survive the famine.

Thinking of the famines of the past years, thousands of miles of barren land, no human habitation, dead bodies everywhere, people have to change their children to eat.

The tragedy made the first counselor of Ming Dynasty, who was known as the monstrous monk and prime minister in black, shudder.

"Hey."

How can natural disasters be quelled by manpower.

Emperor Yongle Zhu Di sighed helplessly.

Looking at this desolate scene, several people were all worried, and walked to the eastern suburbs unknowingly.

"Your Majesty, you must be tired after walking for a long time. Let's find a farmer's house to ask for some water and listen to the voices of the people."

Yao Guangxiao suggested.

"How can there be any farmhouse in this barren mountain?"

Zhu Neng said.

As I was speaking, I saw a simple mansion in the distance, and there was still smoke rising from above.

As he approached, he suddenly smelled a smell of meat.

The three of them were a little surprised at once. Now that the land is thousands of miles away, there are very few people in Changsha who can uncover the pot.

In this barren mountain and wild ridge, there is still meat to eat?

Zhu Di was curious and wanted to meet the owner of the mansion for a while.

Just as Zhu Neng was about to knock on the door, the door unexpectedly creaked and opened by itself.

"Welcome distinguished guests."

A mechanical and sweet female voice came from behind the door.

But inside the mansion gate, there is no one.

Zhu Neng narrowed his eyes slightly, and instantly became vigilant, and naturally touched the dagger at his waist.

"Back? Come in."

A young voice came, wandering back and forth in the empty mansion like a ghost.

"Who? Come out, stop playing tricks here!"

Zhu Neng held Zhu Di behind him and looked around vigilantly.

Lu Lin came out from the corridor beside him, his face was a little dark.

Come home, welcome!

It's fine to welcome, and pretend to be aggressive, with two followers...

What a villain's face!

Seeing Lu Lin, Zhu Neng took advantage of the situation to draw his sword.

Zhu Di held him down, shook his head at him, and signaled him not to be impulsive.

He stared at the visitor for a while, elegant and handsome, but there was a light in his eyes.

Lu Lin also looked at the three of them for a while, and finally set his eyes on Zhu Di.

When he was in danger, the other two immediately protected him. Obviously, he was the right one.

The other two, one is a guard, and the other may be a housekeeper or something.

Reluctantly, Lu Lin cupped his hands and bowed ninety degrees in Zhu Di's direction.

"Little Lu Lin, meet your father."

"Father?"

Zhu Di was staggered by Lu Linbai and almost fell to the ground.

How can a country kid misrepresent his father when he comes up?

I don't have a son like you!

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This kid recognized his father immediately, what's the matter?

Zhu Neng and Yao Guangxiao looked at each other and were stunned for a while.

Especially Zhu Neng, whose jaw almost fell to the ground.

Did he hear correctly?What did this country boy call their Majesty just now?

father?

How dare a countryman recognize their Majesty as his father at will?

Could it be that they are insulting their Majesty?

Zhu Neng was very annoyed.

"Stinky boy, what are you calling nonsense? My lord... the master is also something you can recognize casually?"

The corner of Lu Lin's mouth twitched!

I don't want to admit it yet, who likes to recognize a father if it's okay?

"Whatever, anyway, I've called it before, it's up to you whether you recognize it or not, I haven't lost my manners."

"Shut up, my master doesn't have a son like you, so you have to cling around and be careful not to let your head fall."

Zhu Neng scolded again.