vrcanaries Chapter 1451
Chapter 1451
Upon seeing the incredibly familiar shoe sole in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand, Zhu Quan's eyes widened, he swallowed hard, and said with a guilty look on his face, "Old... senile? Really... really? I don't remember. Father, are you mistaken?"
As he spoke, he instinctively stepped back as if by muscle.
Zhu Yuanzhang was born into a peasant family, and he never cared about the dignity of a prince when he beat his children. Zhu Quan had to endure countless beatings with the soles of his shoes when he was a child.
Now that Zhu Yuanzhang had his hands free, he ignored all of this, grabbed the sole of his shoe and leaned in, his eyes narrowed as he said, "Oh, so you mean I'm not only senile, but I also can't remember things, right? Zhu Quan, you're getting bolder and bolder."
Zhu Quan was utterly speechless, and could only stammer in a terrified but utterly incoherent manner, "No... I didn't, I didn't..."
"Isn't that all in the past? We were just having a nice chat, how come you changed your mind so quickly?" Zhu Quan complained incoherently.
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded: "Oh, you remember now? Didn't you just say you didn't remember? Trying to fool me? If I'm not mistaken, that's deceiving the emperor, isn't it?"
Zhu Quan: "I...you..."
As Zhu Yuanzhang slammed his shoe down, Zhu Quan could only cry out in pain, "Ouch! It's been two years, and your strength is still so great!"
Zhu Yuanzhang: "I've beaten those Yuan barbarians until they were screaming in pain, do you think I can't beat you? Run? Where do you think you're going?"
Zhu Quan: "Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong, please stop hitting me!"
Zhu Yuanzhang: "Be careful, don't trample our sweet potato vines, or I'll kill you! Stop right there!"
Zhu Quan: "Am I stupid enough to stop and let you smoke?"
Zhu Yuanzhang: "You unfilial son! You weren't so stupid when you were cursing me? I think you haven't been beaten in two years, and you're itching for a beating!"
Zhu Quan: "..."
宁王府偏僻的小院子里，阔别两年，朱权又得到了自家老爹亲切的疼爱，最终以朱元璋气喘吁吁、揍不动了收尾……
Zhu Quan wiped the shoe print off his face, his brows furrowed and his expression bitter: "Father, this is so uncivilized! You can hit me, but why hit me in the face? What if I get hurt and can't get married? Besides, there are other people here. Your son is only a prince, how embarrassing!"
After saying that, he glanced awkwardly at Lu Wei beside him.
I always felt that I couldn't save face.
Lu Wei could only turn his head away, pretending he hadn't seen anything...
Zhu Yuanzhang drank a large bowl of tea, then glared at him irritably: "If you don't run, we won't miss the target, right?"
Zhu Quan gave a wry smile: "Yes, it won't miss, but it can kill."
However, he knew that his father had said everything in one go, so he sat down on the chair next to him, poured himself a bowl of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
Sure enough, Zhu Yuanzhang paused for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter: "Hahahaha! Our great grandson has created such a national treasure, I'm so happy today that I'll spare your life! Hahahahaha!"
He was indeed in a good mood. The musket... the musket that had all its drawbacks improved—this meant so much!
"Then I'll thank you very much," Zhu Quan replied jokingly.
"Don't thank me, thank your Emperor," Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile. Or rather, at this moment, the last trace of worry in his heart no longer existed, and he could completely relax, so he said "your Emperor."
"Okay, okay, thank him, thank him."
Zhu Quan pursed his lips, speaking with a slightly sour tone.
Zhu Yuanzhang breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew... I wonder what that musket our grandson came up with looks like? And how does it work?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, it hits exactly where you point it, no need to ignite it and it won't explode..."
At this point, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but show a look of longing, like a commoner who had just seen money, rubbing his hands together and saying, "This thing must be really fun to use! I wish I could try it out myself."
He fought most of his life.
He had handled all kinds of weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, and the eighteen kinds of weapons. He was also very familiar with the firearms and muskets that he personally promoted to various military headquarters.
Even though I didn't witness the scene firsthand in Beiping.
Zhu Yuanzhang could also imagine the impact such firearms, along with Zhu Yunwen's Shenji Battalion, would have on the entire war situation.
At this point, it's natural to feel the urge to touch your hands.
Not to mention Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Quan was also itching to try it. Hearing his father say this, his eyes lit up with curiosity and longing. He even looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and urged, "How about... Father, you find a way to get one and send it to Da Ning to see something new? You've fought wars for most of your life, you can't let yourself miss out on such a good thing!"
Zhu Yuanzhang, of course, saw through their thoughts at a glance, and immediately slapped them on the back of the head with ten slaps: "You little brat, you want to take a look and touch it, don't you? Your drool is practically dripping out, so hurry up and wipe that drool off!"
Zhu Quan was in pain.
He rubbed the back of his head and said angrily, "You do it again! At least give me a heads-up."
Of course, his mind was more focused on the "musket" at the moment, so he raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay, I want to take a look and play with it, I admit that, but am I wrong? Don't you want to touch it?"
"Your drool is practically dripping onto the ground, and you're still criticizing me," Zhu Quan said, pursing his lips.
Zhu Yuanzhang's expression froze slightly.
He had to admit that his unfilial son was absolutely right.