The Reborn Duke of Ming Dynasty

Today, the scene is chaotic. Although these ministers dare not rush over to do anything, their voices are louder than each other.

Zhu Yijun, the little emperor who was only ten years old was immediately frightened stupid by this situation, and the ministers seemed to ignore it at all, and continued to argue about what to say.

Zhang Fan was at the side, it wasn't that he didn't want to intervene, but he couldn't intervene at all, and Feng Bao stood there, enduring the denunciation of these ministers, but fortunately he could bear it, facing the accusations of so many people , and even naked scolding, Feng Bao didn't refute, not because he didn't want to refute, but because he didn't dare to refute, he was afraid that his own life would be lost if he opened his mouth.

But even so, Feng Bao still looked red-faced. Feng Bao had never shown such an expression that made him feel that he had lost his value. But at this time, Feng Bao could only do so, swallowing his anger and daring not to speak .

But Zhang Fan wasn't going to wait like this anymore, he saw Zhu Yijun sitting there, his expression became more and more strange, his small face was extremely pale, and his thin body began to tremble.

Zhang Fan yelled inwardly that it was not good, and he didn't care about anything else, he turned around and asked the guards outside the door to come over.

"My lord," the guard who came over bowed his hands to Zhang Fan. He is also a big Han general under Jin Yiwei, responsible for protecting the emperor's safety.

These people are not very old, and they must have never seen such a scene, but they are not too unfamiliar. Being a guard requires not only skill, but also vision, and these experiences, as early as they entered The day when they served in the palace was explained, if they encountered a situation similar to today's scene, and no one told them, then they should never act, just watch.

Now, since Zhang Fan, his immediate boss, greeted them, they naturally had to obey.

"How many of you are here," Zhang Fan asked impatiently.

"My lord, there are six brothers from humble ranks here," the man said.

"Now, put down all the swords on your body," Zhang Fan ordered.

"My lord, this..." Hearing what Zhang Fan said, this man hesitated at the time. The general of the Han Dynasty is responsible for the safety of the emperor. Even in the palace, no matter what the occasion, he must have a weapon on his body. Even for such an extremely grand royal ceremony as Jingyan, it is necessary to bring pumpkins, which can not only support the scene, but also come in handy when needed. Now that Zhang Fan asks them to put down their swords, they naturally have to hesitate.

"Hurry up, this is my word, and I will take care of it if there is a problem. Even if you want to behead it, it will not be your turn," Zhang Fan said.

In fact, what Zhang Fan said was too big. If something really went wrong, it would not be enough to lose his head by then, and the entire Jinyiwei would have to be replaced.

However, Zhang Fan dared to speak like this at this time, and he had thought about it in his heart. Not to mention the ministers here, Zhang Fan knew all of them even if he was not familiar with them. He can be sure that there is absolutely no Someone who wants to hurt Zhu Yijun.

And he ordered them to put down their swords because he was afraid of what would happen later. He was not afraid of what would happen later. In the chaotic scene, these big generals with swords would make a wrong hand and do something. He was afraid of these things. Ministers, wait for someone to get too excited, pull out the swords of these guards, and do something wrong.

Although it was still very embarrassing, Zhang Fan had already said that after all, so they couldn't say anything anymore. Although the six of them were still a little hesitant, they all took off the knife that was about to be hanged.

"Quickly, put these knives outside for me," Zhang Fan ordered.

After these big Han generals put their swords away and returned to Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan ordered: "Listen to me, wait a minute, follow me to His Majesty, I will pick up Your Majesty and leave, you stop me!" These people, but pay attention to me, if these people charge up later, don't do anything, just follow me and walk back, don't fight back when they hit you, let alone stop, keep walking, do you hear me? "

Zhang Fan's words made several people look at each other in blank dismay, but since Zhang Fan said so, they had no choice but to agree.

Turning around and looking at the chaotic scene, Zhang Fan took a deep breath, said in a low voice, "Go," and walked quickly over.

The six big Han generals also walked over closely following Zhang Fan's footsteps.

Zhang Fan brought six big Han generals between the ministers and Zhu Yijun. This situation really made all the ministers present stupefied for a while.

Taking advantage of such an opportunity, Zhang Fan went to Zhu Yijun and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty's atonement," and without asking about the situation, Zhang Fan hugged Zhu Yijun, got up and walked to the back of the hall.

When the six Han generals saw Zhang Fan leaving, they also hurriedly surrounded Zhang Fan, guarding him and walking towards the back of the hall together.

Seeing this situation, the ministers who were present at the scene who were talking, these people who were raising their emotions to a fixed point were once again stunned.

"Your Majesty," I don't know who yelled that, and at what time, these people chased after him, as if Zhang Fan took Zhu Yijun away, trying to escape them or something, and at this time, this group of people had already It's because some hot-headed people have long been unable to tell the difference. They only know that they want to chase Zhu Yijun back and ask for an explanation.

It's strange to say that although Zhang Fan is a literati, Zhu Yijun is only ten years old after all, very light, Zhang Fan doesn't struggle to hold him, and he walks extremely fast, but unfortunately, most of these people have passed the age of forty The ministers, especially those who had a lot of gray hair and beard, were really not slow in their legs and feet. As soon as the first person started walking, they immediately caught up.

With Zhang Fan's explanation, the six big Han generals did not dare to make a move in the face of these ministers, they could only push the hands stretched out by these people away.

And these ministers immediately became even more angry, and what stretched out was no longer an open hand trying to grab something, but directly stretched out their fists, wanting to hit them.

Zhang Fan hugged Zhu Yijun, pressed his face to his chest, and covered his ears with his left hand to prevent him from hearing those voices. Although Zhang Fan rushed forward with his head covered, he could still imagine Knowing what kind of scene was behind him, although Zhang Fan was almost running, he didn't think he was fast enough.

Faced with this situation, Feng Bao was also dumbfounded. He stood there in a daze without moving, watching these ministers chasing the emperor and running over.

Fortunately, Feng Bao didn't move at this time. He has already become the target of public criticism. The only reason why he is still safe is that although these excited ministers were excited just now, they still have a sliver of reason, but at this time, these People are completely out of control, if Feng Bao dares to stand up and stop these people at this time, then his fate is worth imagining.

Zhang Fan held Zhu Yijun in his arms, rushed out of the hall, and ran straight towards the Qianqing Palace, and the ministers behind him had long since stopped caring about palace etiquette and the like. He rushed after Zhang Fan.

This kind of scene also stunned the guards in the palace. They didn't stop this group of people at all. Even if they wanted to stop them, they probably couldn't stop them.

"Quick," Zhang Fan said while running, thinking of a big Han general beside him, "Run to Qianqing Gate quickly, let the guards let them go, and then let them block these people."

"Yes," the big Han general got Zhang Fan's order and ran forward without any fuss.

This distance is not too short, Zhang Fan already felt that his legs and feet were a little sore, but the voices of the ministers behind him did not decrease at all, on the contrary, they were getting closer and closer. These people usually do not move much. When did the ministers have such good physical strength, it must be because of the reasons in their hearts.

After running this distance, although Zhang Fan was not very tired, he was also very scared because of his nervousness. Zhang Fan, who had been able to see the Qianqingmen earlier, ran for a long time before arriving.

The guards in front of Qianqing Gate had already got the news. Although they didn't know what happened, it was obviously not a trivial matter. Now they saw Zhang Fan running with a child in bright yellow clothes in his arms. In addition, the group of ministers at the back seemed to be charging, shouting so loudly that they almost didn't have a guy in their hands. How could they not know what happened.

These guards immediately blocked the gate of Qianqing after Zhang Fan and the five big Han generals entered. Naturally, they knew these ministers, so they just blocked and let these people push and push. Never fight back.

In fact, even if you fight back, it's nothing. You must know that this is a serious crime of breaking into the emperor's bedroom, but these guards dare not do that, after all, there are so many people here.

Zhang Fan entered Qianqing Palace, but he didn't stop, he carried Zhu Yijun and went straight to his bedroom. Along the way, the maids and eunuchs in Jiang Qianqing Palace were all terrified, no one dared to stop him.

When he came to the room, Zhang Fan put Zhu Yijun on the chair, so that he could take a breather. This feeling made him more nervous than when he was hunted down by the Tartars outside the Great Wall.

Taking a breath, Zhang Fan quickly looked at Zhu Yijun: "Your Majesty, are you all right, Your Majesty, Your Majesty,"

Zhu Yijun sat on the chair, but his feet were on the edge of the chair, his hands were on his knees, and his face was buried in his sleeves. Zhang Fan called him for a long time, but he didn't know how to answer.

This made Zhang Fan very anxious, he even wondered if he hurt him when he was holding him just now.

Just when Zhang Fan was doing nothing, he heard the sound of weeping faintly. Obviously, the young Zhu Yijun was frightened and cried in the face of so many people's attacks, even if they were not aimed at him.