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

"Chang Ning is getting married, what kind of gift should we prepare for her?"

She and Chang Ning grew up together. Although they are of different generations, they are like sisters. She has always regarded Chang Ning as her own sister and has a deep relationship.

This puts Lu Lin in a dilemma. He has no older sister, nor younger sister, so he doesn't know what kind of dowry he should prepare when his sister gets married.

"what does she like?"

"She likes..." Jiaxing thought for a while, "Study?"

Lu Lin: ...

Sure enough, the ones that ladies like are more literary.

"Why don't we give her a wife?" Jiaxing's mind was wide open.

Lu Lin was really surprised: "Is there such a gift?"

"Besides, Master is a human being, so how can you give it as a gift?"

"I know, I'm just joking." Jiaxing had an expression like you thought I was a fool.

"By the way, I asked them to go out to the countryside today, let's go." Jiaxing said and pulled Lu Lin to run outside.

Jiaxing is like a brat full of energy, he has endless energy to vent every day, even Lu Lin can't match it.

When they arrived, Chang Ning and Mu Xiaowang were already reciting poems and collaborating over there.

Sure enough, scholars are the best match for scholars. It is really unimaginable that Jiaxing and Mu Xiaowang are sitting there reciting poems and opposing each other.

"Princess, third brother, you are here."

When Prince Mu saw them, he stood up happily and bowed his hands.

Lu Lin also returned him one, but Jiaxing was more casual. He rushed over and put his arms around Chang Ning, complaining, "You two don't get tired of staying together every day, do you?"

During the months when Lu Lin went to war, Chang Ning stayed with Little Prince Mu every day, leaving her alone.

Very hateful.

Chang Ning was teased by Jiaxing, his face flushed immediately, and he said shyly, "Jiaxing, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense, you can count on one hand the number of times you have accompanied me this month." Jiaxing said angrily.

The more she talked, the redder Chang Ning's face became, but the corner of her mouth was filled with a happy smile, with the sweetness of a little daughter's home.

It could be seen that Prince Mu was very kind to her.

And he looked at Chang Ning with love in his eyes, not just a pure political marriage.

Lu Lin was also happy for them.

Just as they were playing, there was a scream in the distance.

A scarred man stood up from the crowd and said indignantly, "I am a Tatar envoy, how dare you commit murder in public?"

Immediately afterwards, a group of people laughed, their tone full of arrogance and banter.

"Tatar envoys? Your Tatars are almost exterminated, and you are still arrogant?"

After all, someone went up and kicked him down again: "Do you think you Tatars are still as majestic as before?"

"If it weren't for Daming to protect you, you would have been annexed by us Wacha."

The Tatar envoy was kicked to the ground, face down and gnawed a mouthful of mud, but still stood up tenaciously and stared at them fiercely.

"You villains, falling into the rocks, not only took advantage of the danger to kill our Great Khan, but now you continue to encroach on our territory when our army is empty."

"Bah, scumbag."

The Tatar envoy's yelling and scolding made the Wacha very displeased, and he kicked him in the chest again, causing him to fall backwards and somersaulted, his mouth full of blood, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

"Hmph, Daming's defeated general still has the face to scream?"

"Your Great Khan Benya Shili and Taishi Alutai didn't have the courage to fight against Daming, so they knew how to run away, and the Mongols were completely humiliated by you."

"That is, in the past, you kept clamoring that you were the orthodox Mongols, the descendants of Genghis Khan, but before you beat them, you were frightened to the point of shit, it's embarrassing."

The Tatar envoys were pointed at their noses and scolded, but they could not refute half a sentence, because what they said were all facts.

In this battle with Daming, they were really ashamed.

It's okay to lose, and it's so ugly that you don't even have a decent counterattack.

In Daming's army, almost as many people go, as many people return.

On the other hand, in Tatars, the elite troops were almost completely lost, and even the Great Khan was killed. If it weren't for the Taishi Arutai who ran fast, there would have been no bones left.

Tired of thinking about it.

If it's an upright fight, even if you lose, it's a worthy loss, but...

The Tatar envoy's face was extremely ugly, but he still insisted and said, "Where do you think you are so good?"

"We are both Mongols, and we are neighbors. Not only did you not give us aid, but instead you helped the emperor to kill our Great Khan. Isn't it because you are afraid of angering Daming?"

"There is a saying in the Central Plains that the lips are dead and the teeth are cold. This time it is our Tatars, and next time it will be your Wacha. I will wait here for the news of your Wacha's extermination to spread to Nanjing."

Every word punished his heart, so angry that Wacha drew his sword and wanted to kill him.

But when he was stopped by the leader, he said to him calmly: "Why should you be as knowledgeable as a bereaved dog? How can their cowardly Khan be compared with our great leader Mahamu."

"Our great leader is capable, courageous, and ambitious. Sooner or later, he will annex you Tatars, unify Mongolia, and revive the glory of our Mongolian Empire."

After saying that, he left with the Wacha people.

Before the other Wacha people left, they did not forget to spit at the Tatar envoy.

"It turns out that the Mongols can also fight among themselves." Jiaxing stuck out his tongue, feeling that these people were too powerful.

Lu Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "They don't just fight among themselves, they also breed ambitions that shouldn't be there."

As long as the Mongols don't die, their desire to expand outward will never stop.

Seeing how arrogant the Wacha people were just now, they looked very much like the Tatars back then.

It seems that unifying Mongolia and taking control of the Central Plains is the pursuit of every Mongolian to the death. If the Tatars lose, the next step is Wacha.

Chapter 244