Zhu Qi was lying on the bed, and when he thought that he would go to the bitter and cold place in Liaodong in the future to be the King of Seitu.

What else can be more bitter than this?

There are many Jurchen tribes in the north to capture grass valleys, and the remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty in the west to enter the desert and covet the Central Plains. There is the left prime minister of the Eastern Province enthroned by the Northern Yuan Dynasty in the east. Goryeo is still the son-in-law of the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

It would be fine if the kings of the other dynasties were not bad. Each of the nine kings of the Ming Dynasty had actual military power. Zhu Yuanzhang really hoped that his son could guard the border for the Ming Dynasty. If he really fought a war, the supreme commander would be his kings like him.

Not to mention the God of War, at least one must have the King of Sai who has passed the military literacy to be able to sit in Liao.

Zhu Qi can still consider how much he has. He is not capable of defending the frontier for the Ming Dynasty.

But it was not a simple matter to make Zhu Yuanzhang change his mind and change his fiefdom.

No matter how you think about it, your future is just two words - pills.

The more Zhu Qi thought about it, the more he became, the more he became sleepy. He simply closed his eyes and looked peaceful.

But as soon as Zhu Qi fell asleep, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside, and then he heard the shouts of an eunuch like a pig killing:

"Your Highness! Your Majesty is urgently summoning you over!"

Zhu Qiteng sat up, and Zhu Yuanzhang called me, what are you doing?

Zhu Qi had met Zhu Yuanzhang, a tall and strong man with rough and dark skin.

He was his father and the emperor. In his memory, Zhu Yuanzhang was extremely strict with his children, and it was common for him to pick up sticks and serve him.

This time, when Zhu Qi heard the tone of the inner official, he became a little uneasy and asked quickly:

"Why did Your Majesty summon me? Didn't you say I'm sick?"

The inner official bent and said carefully:

"The inner minister doesn't know either. His Majesty is in a bad mood. He was caught by His Majesty, and His Majesty was already hanging and hit by his rattan a hundred times..."

Zhu Qi was shocked, and after a while, he lay down silently.

"Ah... I have a headache... Let the Imperial Doctor show me..."

The inner officials also had a headache, but how could the emperor's order be violated?

The inner official quickly took two steps ahead and said:

"Your Highness, don't pretend to be sick. King Yan has taken care of everything, so go quickly."

Zhu Qi sat up and began to wear shoes tremblingly.

Zhu Di, is it that my brother, just betrayed me like that? Didn’t you say that you wouldn’t say that you wouldn’t say that you wouldn’t be beaten to death? You would just say that if you didn’t be beaten to death?

Zhu Qi can already guess why he called himself. It was probably a comic book matter. How can I explain it when I see my father later?

[Dad, it's the fourth brother who insisted on going from me, it has nothing to do with me!]

No, if you say this, what will happen if Zhu Di holds a grudge against me in the future? He will be the man of Emperor Yongle in the future!

[The child is doing things one by one, dad! Don’t make things difficult for the fourth brother!]

No, what should I do if Zhu Yuanzhang peels off my skin? He is the current Emperor Hongwu!

OK, neither side can afford to offend.

Zhu Qi was in a dilemma, and it was extremely difficult, but no matter how difficult it was, he could only do it with a tough time.

Leaded by the eunuch in the inner court, he passed through the palace gate and arrived at the door of the imperial study room. Zhu Qi's mind was already blank.

At this moment, Shenlian's talent of "acting stupid" in the depths of his genes was fully utilized. After being scolded, he would not say a word or explain anything. At worst, he would be hung up and beaten with a hundred vine whips like Zhu Di!

A man is a real man, what am I afraid of!

Zhu Qi became tough, and the inner official pushed open the door, and he raised his head and crossed the threshold.

I saw Zhu Yuanzhang sitting behind the desk, and Zhu Di beside him knelt on the ground, showing a protruding posture.

The butt on her body was facing the door, and she was beaten to pieces. The bloody thugs on her butt could see clearly through her inner clothes.

Mom, you really have a hundred rattans?!

There was a rattan stick on the desk in front of Zhu Yuanzhang. He saw that he had no sadness or joy on his face and threw the comic book he had opened on his hand onto the table.

"Bang."

"Qi'er, did you give this painting to Zhu Di?"

Zhu Qi's legs became weak, and he knelt down to his father, blushed and pointed at his younger brother Zhu Di with an indignant expression:

"Father, this is what my fourth brother insists on snatching away. I told him everything. You are at the age of studying hard and learning knowledge. How can such a toy-lost thing appear on your desk? My father knows, how sad and disappointed you should be! He doesn't listen. As my brother, I am heartbroken!"

After Zhu Qi finished speaking, Zhu Di opened his eyes wide, touched his upper and lower lips, but he didn't make any sound.

But Zhu Qi continued:

"Of course, I have a responsibility, and I should discipline my fourth brother more. I will take my fourth brother back now and punish him very much. I will definitely watch him study hard and will not commit it again. If I commit it again, I don't need to do it, my father, I will break his leg first!"

When Zhu Di heard Zhu Qi's words, his eyes stopped rolling, and not long after, tears began to roll in his eyes.

The main reason is that the mood fluctuates too much, which affects the wound on the buttocks and hurts.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Qi, not knowing whether he was angry or why, but a smile appeared on his face and said:

"Baby! You show your brother the picture book, and then we are settled the score. I ask you, did you draw this cartoon?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang shook the "Mingshan River" in his hand, and Zhu Qi nodded with a tough bullet.

It’s not okay to nod. No one in this world can draw paintings of this style!

Fortunately, I was a black and white painting, and no page was a color painting, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain the matter of pigment.

Zhu Yuanzhang asked again:

"Where did this cover come from? Why did I touch it better than I use it? Who did you ask for?"

Zhu Qi continued with a tough bullet:

"A private official in the palace did it for his son minister, but he couldn't remember who he did it."

Fortunately, Zhu Yuanzhang did not ask about the bookshell, but stood up and said:

"I see that there is a page in this painting book. After Zhu Chongba joined the rebel army, he saw the map in Guo Zixing's tent. If you draw the map, I believe that this painting was yours. Come here, there are paper and pens here, and all of them are ready for you."

Zhu Yuanzhang said "Zhu Chongba", "Guo Zixing" and "joining the rebel army", and what he told Zhu Qi was sweating on his forehead.

Fortunately, this is something he painted by Zhu Qi, and it did happen. The protagonist in the comic is Zhu Yuanzhang, of course, the image of Long Aotian is full of glorious and majestic from beginning to end.

Otherwise, if you lack anything, you will have to make a big deal and you will have to take care of it.

As for drawing a map and proving that this comic was his own painting, Zhu Qi didn't think much about it. It was because he couldn't draw it, so he was afraid of a ball.

Others may be stunned when they come across brush painting, but Zhu Qi has learned all kinds of paintings since elementary school. Not to mention brush painting, he can be regarded as the heroes in the early Ming Dynasty by his hand.

Don’t think that modern people are not as good as ancient people when practicing calligraphy. Modern people have abundant resources, theoretical knowledge and scientific practice methods are not comparable to ancient people.

Any children who have learned calligraphy for two years in the Youth Palace and used the four treasures of the study are not affordable to ordinary scholars in ancient times.

As for the map drawn in the comic book, Zhu Qi certainly knew which one it was, that was a map of the territory of the Yuan Dynasty.

Zhu Qi took a brush and drew outlines of the map in two ways, then marked some rivers, mountains, and roughly important cities.

Zhu Qi painted very quickly, his pen was like a dragon and a snake, and his ink was like a flowing cloud and a flowing water. He finished drawing the map soon, then put down his brush and retreated respectfully to the side.

I took a look at what I drew, but unfortunately I didn’t have a pencil, otherwise I could draw it better.

Zhu Qi didn't think much about it, but Zhu Yuanzhang was secretly shocked at this time. He had fought for half his life and had seen countless maps, but he could draw a full picture of a large area including Mobei, Western Regions, and Goryeo in one breath, but he was only seen in his life.

The key is that when we look at the map one by one, they are all extremely correct.

Zhu Yuanzhang had already found someone to see him before Zhu Qi came. Although the general shape was different from that in ordinary cognition, there were indeed not many differences between mountains, rivers, lakes, and city passes.

Zhu Qi was able to draw such an accurate map silently with his back. This was also an amazing ability to put it in the military camp.

What does war rely on? The right time, place and people, what is the right place? It’s a map!

If you don’t even understand the surrounding terrain before the war begins, how can you win a battle?

Zhu Yuanzhang was surprised, but his face did not show his expression and asked:

"How did you learn it? I don't remember you learned it."

Zhu Yuanzhang asked about drawing a map, but Zhu Qi thought that Zhu Yuanzhang was asking about drawing itself, so he hurriedly answered:

"When I go back to my father, I am actually quite interested in these things. Although no teacher has taught me specifically, I always read books and checked ancient books by myself, so I can be considered to be self-taught."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Qi's face and said the four words "self-taught" in a normal expression. In particular, he thought that not only the map, but also the analysis of many battle examples and current situations in this comic is also unprecedentedly accurate, and he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

What is this? This is military talent, the talent of a general!

My son of Zhu Yuanzhang can draw maps at the age of fifteen and can analyze past battles. Isn’t this amazing?

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled:

"Okay, I'm worthy of being my son!"

Zhu Qi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that fortunately Zhu Yuanzhang did not reject the things like painting.

Zhu Yuanzhang was in a good mood, so naturally he would not blame Zhu Qi for showing Zhu Di about comic books. He encouraged Zhu Qi to study hard and continue to work hard.
To be continued...