Daming Super Daddy

"Da Ming Super Dad" Complete Works Author: Luo Shanshan

Zhu Di said: As the king of Han in the Ming Dynasty, it is treasonous not to contribute to the imperial court!

Zhu Song looked at Emperor Yongle with great resentment: My younger brother has professional ethics, and my dad also needs professional knowledge, doesn't he?

Wait, let go of that child first, let me do it!

Chapter 1 Ming Dynasty Porcelain Porcelain

"My lord... my lord, Chief Bai sent someone to look for you, this time you will be nagged by Chief Bai again."

"..."

"My lord, Liu Changli said that if you want to gamble again, he and Bai Changli will jointly report to the official family and ask the official family to send you to the clan mansion. The adults in the clan mansion are not so easy to talk about." of!"

"..."

A white and clean boy followed behind the young master in front of him, chattering, his mouth constantly moving.

During these seven or eight days, they sneaked out of the palace with the prince, but Zhu Yishan was depressed to death. When they came out this time, they didn't have much money with them, but they didn't expect that they had just arrived in Jiaxing mansion. The prince became obsessed with gambling again, with 2 taels of silver, he gambled away in two days.

After the money was spent, they had no choice but to return to Nanjing.

The young man who walked in the front, dressed in light blue silk and satin, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, was none other than their prince, Zhu Song.

Zhu Song turned a deaf ear to Zhu Yishan's nonsense. He is even more depressed than Zhu Yishan now, because he found that he had traveled to ancient times when he woke up.

After several days of adaptation, Zhu Song finally understood the condition of this body, and at the same time, he also knew a lot about the current era.

In terms of background, the predecessor of this body is really precious. He is the No. 20 son of Zhu Yuanzhang, Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty. If he only wants to get the emperor's food and earn money in his life, he will be able to live comfortably for a lifetime.

However, to Zhu Song's horror, it is now the third year of Jianwen, which is 1401 AD.

If he remembers correctly, Zhu Di, the King of Yan, had already turned against Jianwen in the name of 'Jing Nan', and King Yan's Jing Nan army was invincible all the way, conquering more than half of the land of Ming Dynasty, and in a few months it would be straight Guide to Beijing!

Isn't this fucking nonsense?

Could it be that he just came to Daming, and before he had time to enjoy the feasting and feasting of the Ming Dynasty, he was about to die in this civil strife again?

Thinking of the current situation, Zhu Song was full of entanglements, almost writing the word 'irritated' on his face.

"Hey, why am I so unlucky!"

Sighing, Zhu Song turned his head and glanced at the chatty little follower, just about to make him shut up, but at this moment the body that was walking forward suddenly paused.

Boom!

There was a pain in my leg, as if I hit something...

After all, Zhu Song was also a full-time bodyguard in his previous life, a master who would not be able to get close to dozens of big men. Although he has changed his body now and his strength is much weaker, he still has the skills in his hands and the experience in his mind.

Zhu Song subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to give the person in front of him a hand, but he didn't want to grab it all at once.

"Ouch!" A childish cry of pain sounded from in front of Zhu Song.

Zhu Song looked down, and saw a handsome little boy who looked about four or five years old, lying sprawled on the ground, rubbing his forehead with his chubby left hand.

Otherwise, this man was unlucky, he drank cold water and stuck his teeth, bumped into people every step of the way, and he was still a child, Zhu Song's face became embarrassing at that moment.

"Little guy, you..." Zhu Song bent down, trying to reach out to pull the little boy up, but the little boy started to cry.

"Wow wow..."

"It's just a fall, isn't it?" Zhu Song was embarrassed, whether he stretched out his hand or not.

"Young master, young master, how are you doing? Did you get hurt anywhere?"

At this time, an old man in a blue gown who looked to be in his sixties ran over like a gust of wind, and squatted beside the little boy to ask questions, his voice was slightly shrill.

"This, this, and this... all hurt, look, they're all red!" The little boy covered his forehead with a look of grievance.

"I, let me take a look!" The old man became impatient, looked carefully at the place the little boy pointed at just now, and said, "Young master, does it hurt here? Where is it? No, I'll take you to the doctor."

As he spoke, the old man picked up the little boy.

Zhu Song finally found a chance, bowed his hands to the old man, and said: "This old man, just now..."

"What was it just now?" The old man looked at Zhu Song and shouted, "How did you walk? Didn't you see my young master coming from here? My young master is still so young. Can you bear this responsibility? By the way, don’t leave, this old man will argue with you!”

What the hell, I'm just walking normally, it's your brat who hit me, isn't it?

Hearing the old man's barrage of questioning, Zhu Song was also furious. Whose child is so precious, if he is bumped lightly, he will die!

"You are so unreasonable!" Before Zhu Song said anything, Zhu Yishan jumped out, stared at the old man and said, "Obviously this kid bumped into my young master, why did he get into your mouth, but my young master Isn't it?"

"Why? Hit my young master and still not admit it?" The old man's face darkened, "So many people are watching, you two still want to deny it?"

"Wow... Butler Zhu, it hurts so much!" The little boy was held in the arms of the old man, and while crying, he secretly looked at Zhu Song from the corner of his eyes.

"Damn it, this is... Pengci?" The corner of Zhu Song's eyes twitched, and the word popped out of his head, "Emotions in the Pengci industry have existed since ancient times, so it has been passed down from generation to generation!"

Looking at the little boy who was still glancing at him, Zhu Song suddenly stretched out his hand to Zhu Yishan and said, "Yishan, bring me 100 taels of silver!"

"My lord!" Hearing Zhu Song's words, Zhu Yishan looked embarrassed, "Our silver is less than 100 taels!"

"That……"

Just as Zhu Song was about to speak, he saw the old man who was still angry just now, his complexion changed suddenly, he hugged his little son, turned around and walked into the crowd.

"What's the situation? How did you run away?"

Seeing the old man's performance, Zhu Song subconsciously looked around, but found nothing unusual. Just when he felt strange, there was an exclamation from the crowd behind.

"Oh, don't run, catch that thief!"

"My stall!"

"This guy who killed a thousand swords!"

Zhu Song turned his head to follow the voice, but at this moment he felt a cool wind blowing behind him.

He subconsciously turned around, and the cold wind blew, a young man who was eight feet tall and dressed in a gray hard suit rushed towards him with a cold expression on his face.

It's a pity that Zhu Song's turn around was a bit slow, and the young man bumped into Zhu Song's right shoulder in one fell swoop.

"I'm really unlucky today!" This is the second time, and Zhu Song is going crazy, "That little brat bumped into me, and I will admit it! Can I ask Lao Tzu to endure it?"

Zhu Song, who was full of anger, looked at the young man who bumped into him, his eyes flashed fiercely.

In a blink of an eye, Zhu Song's slightly slender body suddenly moved, and with a lunge, he rushed to the young man first like a phantom, and slammed him hard with his shoulder.