"If we can't make you a prince, do you have any resentment in your heart?" Zhu Yuanzhang said lightly.

Azasili hurriedly kowtowed, "The foreign ministers dare not, the foreign ministers just want to live in peace, and eat three meals a day!"

Lao Zhu snorted, and then said: "It's still sensible, you can go for a run again and call all the leaders of your main generals. If you are willing to come over, follow you to kowtow to us and say a few words, The things of the past are in the past. Those who do not love come over...

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