Gou in Daming, I was overheard by Zhu Yuanzhang

Wu Nashili said happily: "Really?"

Even though he asked this way, he already agreed with Muzhaer's thoughts.

Wu Nashili imagined how he would act if he were the King of Wu.

The Ming army was not familiar with the terrain, and they needed to take a good rest in Hami City because they were not acclimatized to the waters and soils of the Western Regions.

Now the heavy snow covers up the complexity of the terrain, and it is easy to get lost, which is very unfavorable for marching.

If you march in the snow for a long time, your eyes will go wrong.

Considering various factors, it is impossible for King Wu to choose to go west at this time.

At this time, Muzha'er sent a small army to quietly sneak into Hami City, which King Wu never expected!

……

It's snowing in Yingtianfu.

Meier and Laner are making snowmen in the courtyard of Prince Wu's Mansion.

The two women giggled.

Their happiness did not infect Mu Yao in the house.

Ever since her father appeared in this yard, Mu Yao's identity has been known.

The fact that she killed Qiu Li and Sun Liuke also caused a sensation, and then there was no news.

Sure enough, as his father expected, Xinhuang didn't care about the murder of the Mu family, and began to guard against King Yan in the north.

Qiu Zhanke, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, put away the pain of losing his son for the time being.

No one came to Wu Wangfu to disturb him anymore.

A few days ago, her father, Mu Ying, persuaded herself again that His Majesty had passed away, and no one knew that she had promised to the King of Wu.

King Wu is dead, so she doesn't have to abide by those rules.

Back in Yunnan, there are plenty of good men!
Mu Yao knows that in Yunnan, far away from the capital, those various etiquettes have very weak restrictions and influence on women.

However, Mu Yao's heart can no longer accommodate other men, because she met Wu Wang Zhu Yunxie.

No one can compare with King Wu.

In the thesis, I heard the conversation between King Wu and Fang Xiaoru with my own ears, and King Wu completely convinced Fang Xiaoru.

In terms of martial arts, the king of Wu can use hot air balloons to fly into the sky, make wolf traps, and invent mandarin duck formations!

Every time Mu Yao walked into King Wu's mansion and stayed in King Wu's room, she felt at ease in her heart.

It seemed that King Wu hadn't left.

His soul is still here.

If I go back to Yunnan, King Wu's soul will be even more lonely.

Of course, there are Meier and Laner in front of me.

Sometimes I really envy them.

They are Koreans, they don't know much, but they are very stubborn, especially because they think that King Wu will not die and must still be alive for no reason.

Reason told her that King Wu was no longer alive.

Some people may spread rumors about King Wu, but no one dares to spread rumors about the death of the emperor.

However, thanks to the presence of these two scheming little maids, the courtyard was filled with vitality.

Mu Yao cleared her mind and was about to meditate when there was a knock on the door.

Mel opened the door.

The visitor lowered the brim of his hat so low that he couldn't see his face clearly.

Slap the snow on the clothes and take off the hat.

Only then did Mu Yao realize that it was her third elder brother, Mu Ang!
"Third brother, how did you respond to the sky?"

Mu Yao rushed out, welcomed Mu Ang back to the main room, and pulled him to sit by the fire.

Meier and Laner hurriedly added firewood to the stove and water to the teapot.

"Yaoyao, the new emperor said that each family should send their children and grandchildren to Yingtian. Because my father is in Yingtian, Yunnan needs my second brother to guard it, so I came here."

Mu Ang said: "Father talked about the matter between you and King Wu. Yaoyao, there are not many people who know about the matter between you and King Wu. Why bother?"

"When the new emperor orders me to return, you and I will return to Yunnan."

Mu Yao shook her head: "No, I won't go back. Prince Wu's Mansion will be my home from now on."

"King Wu is the most unbearable among the emperor's grandsons. It is a good thing that he is gone, Yaoyao."

Mu Ang is the third son of Mu Ying. He likes poetry and prose, and often associates with scholars.

Knowing the deeds of Zhu Yunxie, the king of Wu: if the literature is not successful, if the military is not successful, I can't mention anything.

I don't know how Mu Yao fell in love with him.

Now it doesn't matter whether Zhu Yunxi is a waste or not, anyway, he is no longer there.

Mu Yao is willing to be a widow for the king of Wu, for a person who only has a name, it is really not worth it.

The point is, this title is only known to the late emperor, father and younger sister.

When Mu Yao heard that the third brother said that King Wu was miserable, she immediately pouted.

"What's the matter, Yaoyao, am I wrong?"

Mu Yao said: "Third brother, if you don't talk about anything else, let's talk about poetry and prose. You are far inferior to King Wu."

Mu Ang looked at Mu Yao and thought, the younger sister actually said that King Wu's poems are far superior to mine?

"Yaoyao, you look down on me, third brother!" Mu Ang said, "Even the late emperor praised my poems."

One year when it was snowing, Zhu Yuanzhang came to see Mu Ying and asked Mu Ang to write a poem, which was appreciated by Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Third brother, don't talk about you, even Master Fang of the Imperial Academy is not as good as King Wu." Mu Yao said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Master Fang."

"Yaoyao, don't you have a fever?" Mu Ang felt that the little girl started talking nonsense.

"Third brother, I don't have a fever. You don't have to persuade me anymore. King Wu is dead, and my heart is also dead."

Mu Yao pointed to the books in the room: "From now on, I will turn my light to the Buddha, bury my head in the scriptures, wash away the mortal world, and end this remaining life, that's all."

Mu Ang sighed, stood up, and walked to the desk.

There are two exquisite letterheads on the table.

This paper is very special!

As Mu Ang who often plays with words, he felt a little different.

I picked it up and saw that one letter was painted with plum blossoms and the other with orchids.

Mei'er and Lan'er, who were refilling tea, saw it and ran over and said, "This is for me. This is for me, Master."

Meier opened the letter, but she couldn't understand the contents.

Mu Ang took it over and read out softly: "Long Lovesickness. Crossing the River."

"One journey through the mountains, one journey through the water, walking towards the bank of the Jiaohe River, with thousands of tent lights late at night. The wind changes, the snow changes, and the dreams of the hometown are broken, and there is no such sound in the hometown."

"Good poetry, good poetry."

"Crossing mountains and rivers, marching towards the edge of the Jiaohe River. At night, the lights in the camp are brilliant and magnificent. It is windy and snowing outside, which wakes up the sleeping people and reminds them of their hometown, but there is no such sound in their hometown. .”

Mu Ang praised as he walked: "Good poetry, good poetry, its artistic conception is comparable to that of Tang and Song frontier poems!"

"It's the first time I've seen this poem. Such a good poem should be familiar to everyone. It shouldn't be like this. Could it be someone's new work?"

Mu Yao's heart moved, she took the paper in Mu Ang's hand, her hands trembled.

This paper is so familiar!
This is the coated paper mentioned by King Wu!

Last year in Hangzhou, the king of Wu used this kind of paper to draw the God of Amaterasu and Moon Night God worshiped by Wo Guo, successfully attracting Wo bandits.

Later, His Majesty asked Jin Yiwei to collect the paper and send it to the Ministry of Industry for research.

Later, this kind of paper has not been researched and produced.

King Wu said that this kind of paper was also shipped from countries thousands of miles away.

This kind of paper, except for King Wu in Daming, no one else has it at all!
"Ah, there are words on the back!" Lan'er exclaimed.

Mu Yao turned it over and looked, and sure enough there was a line on the back: Is it snowing where you are?