Steam Daming: Stop calling me to supervise the country

Chapter 347 Mad King
Zhu Zhanqian finally came to Paris. The Ming army has firmly controlled Paris, but countless people hide in the darkness of Paris, trying to harm Zhu Zhanqin.

When Zhu Zhanqian just arrived in Paris, there were hidden arrows flying in the building next to him. Fortunately, the army of Ming Dynasty protected Zhu Zhanqian tightly, and there was a plan to know that peace would not be possible.

Zhu Zhanqian arrived at Notre Dame de Paris to join Joan of Arc, and also met the French prince Charles for the first time.

This is a tall and thin young man with a haggard face. He looked at Zhu Zhanqian with very complicated eyes, which seemed to be full of envy and hatred. Because of Joan of Arc, the prince did not Tied up by five flowers.

Zhu Zhanqian did not have the French prince at all in his eyes, but looked directly at the culprit of everything, the mad king Charles VI of France.

At this time, Charles VI was still wearing his luxurious robes, but without the crown, his eyes were a little dull, and his hair was disheveled, like an old fool.

Looking at his appearance, his mental state is very unstable now, Zhu Zhanqian approached a little, and he wanted to rush up and bite Zhu Zhanqin with grinning teeth.

But Zhu Zhanqian raised his foot and kicked him in the face, leaving a big footprint.

Charles and the others present made some movements, but they were all small movements.

Zhu Zhanqian asked Hou Xian: "Can a lunatic be tried? I have invited three interrogators from His Majesty. If a lunatic goes to court and makes a joke, it won't look good."

"Your Highness, most lunatics are not always insane, there is always a time when they are sober, I will give it a try."

"Be careful, this is a lunatic, let's mainly start with the people around him. The people in the French Royal Council have all been interrogated. Of course, they surrendered. Don't use torture based on morality. First interrogate the confessions one by one for comparison. The mad king's There is no need for my close ministers to show mercy, you should know a lot of things."

After explaining these things, Zhu Zhanqian walked to the side of Prince Charles of France and said, "This is the Prince of France."

"Yes, Your Highness." Joan of Arc by his side replaced his answer.

She took a meaningful look at Joan of Arc. Obviously, Joan of Arc was still loyal to Charles. Although she hated Charles for not rescuing her, she relented as soon as Charles pleaded for mercy, and she felt that after the Mad King was tried by Daming, Xia Er Er should be the king of France, even if it is for the citizens of France, he must be protected.

"Can such a big man not speak by himself?"

Prince Charles was a little angry, but more fearful: "I have seen His Royal Highness the King of the Sea."

Zhu Zhanqian asked very straightforwardly: "Do you know a thing or two about what happened to my best friend Zheng He back then?"

"I don't know. When the envoys of the Ming Dynasty were arrested, I was not with my father...the mad king. After hearing the news, I tried to persuade them not to insult the envoys of foreign countries, so as to avoid hatred and war, but It was not taken seriously and adopted, and what happened later happened." When Charles said this, he had a look of regret.

"Who can confirm your words."

Charles was taken aback, and Zhu Zhanqian didn't believe what he said verbally, but he shook his head: "No one can."

"Then please follow our people and ask a few questions."

Joan of Arc immediately stood in front of Charles: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness Charles led the surrender to us and avoided the war. Now that the mad king has been arrested, His Royal Highness Charles will be the future King of France. Our king cannot be interrogated."

"King?" Zhu Zhanqian dropped two words indifferently, turned around and said, "If I didn't decree, there would be no king in France!"

Zhu Zhanqian's incomparably domineering statement made everyone present stunned.

"When the truth about Zheng He comes to light, I will look for someone with high morals to be the king of France. It is still undetermined. If you want to protect him, you can protect him. But if there is him in other people's confessions, Joan of Arc, you will also Disappointed."

Zhu Zhanqian's words condescended to judge Prince Charles. He had never been treated like this before, and the anger of being underestimated came over him, but he was helpless.

Joan hurriedly followed and found Zhu Zhanqian alone.

"His Royal Highness, if your Royal Highness becomes the king of France, it should be a good thing for you." Joan of Arc began to persuade Zhu Zhanqian, because she still believed that Charles would be a king who cared for the people.

"Why?"

Joan of Arc hesitated and said it out: "Your Highness should also be able to find that our French Crown Prince has a huge weakness, weakness."

Weakness also means easy control, Joan of Arc's meaning is obvious, isn't a king who is easy to control what Zhu Zhanqian wants?
"Jeanne, you are meddling in my decision. This is not a good habit."

Zhu Zhanqian's majesty made Joan feel a little depressed, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

Zhu Zhanqian was in the corridor on the second floor, looking at Paris outside the window, and said, "Joan of Arc, do you think it would be better for you to lead the people of France than your prince Charles?"

"Ah?" Joan of Arc looked at Zhu Zhanqian in surprise.

"What does this mean, Your Highness?"

Zhu Zhanqian put his hand on her head, and Joan was a head shorter than him, and touched it lightly with a slight smile: "Your head is still very comfortable to the touch, like a bird that doesn't prick people. hedgehog."

Daming Sea King, who was still full of majesty just now, now does a 720-degree mid-air turn and somersault backwards for three and a half weeks, changing his attitude.

Joan of Arc doesn't like others to touch her head, but Zhu Zhanqian always reaches out to touch her head when she is free, and she owes her a lot.

Although she didn't like it, Joan of Arc didn't back away.

"Joan of Arc, you can also see that your French prince Charles is a weak person. Maybe he can be said to be kind, but maybe it is not kindness, but the concession of the incompetent. Since we attacked France, I have never thought about it. By letting the royal family of France continue to rule France."

"But Ingoland..."

"I have no other choice in Ingoland, but France does, because of you."

Joan of Arc took a step back and begged Zhu Zhanqin's hand, and then said: "Your Highness, France should still be ruled by the French royal family, otherwise the nobles everywhere will be chaotic, which is not conducive to Your Highness."

"There are turmoil that can be suppressed, Joan, do you want the people of Lanxi to be truly free? Do you want the people of Lanxi to be favored by God?"

"Since God has given you an oracle, you should be responsible for the happiness of the people of your country."

Zhu Zhanqian's hand landed on Joan's shoulder, as if he could feel a slight pain in his shoulder.

"Joan of Arc, shoulder the future of France once again."

"No, Your Highness, no, I'm just a simple village woman..." Joan of Arc retreated as if being shocked by an electric shock, and ran away all at once.

Zhu Zhan smacked his mouth: "Tsk, I'm not very good at PUA, I also want to be a scumbag, but I'm shy, kind, honest, simple, sincere, and single-minded. You can't live like a scumbag."

After reflecting on these personal shortcomings of his own, Zhu Zhanyong received a letter from New Shanghai City, the content of which was that Zhu Zhanyong brought people to New Shanghai City.

After reading it, Zhu Zhanqian thought for a while and said, "Someone tell Hou Xian that I want to meet the King of France in person."

Zhu Zhanqian didn't intervene much in the interrogation. The mad king had just been taken down and brought back to Notre Dame. Under the exquisite sculpture, his hands and feet were bound and he kept struggling.

The reason for restraining him is that he is afraid of self-harm, and this psychopath has a tendency to self-harm.

I often fantasize that I am made of glass and will shatter when I touch it, so I tie iron wires around my body, and in the end I even stab the iron wires into my body, so that I can feel at ease when I fuse them into one body.

This kind of brain-dead self-mutilation behavior will appear from time to time. There is no water in your brain, and you cannot try to understand the brain-dead behavior.

At this time, the mad king was still awake, so Zhu Zhanqian asked him in front of everyone in Notre Dame: "Charles VI, do you still remember Zheng He from the Ming Dynasty?" The accent must be quite authentic, the authentic French accent of a child who grew up drinking the water of the Seine and peeing and mud on the Champs Elysees.

"Are you a Frenchman?" the king asked in surprise.

"Do you look like me?"

"It was God who taught me the language of France. He ordered me to always save France. When the bell rings, the people of France will be free." Zhu Zhanqian began to fool people.

It’s really hard to explain. A Ming person has learned English and French in such a short period of time, and his accent is still so authentic, so let’s leave the matter to your gods.

"god?"

"god?"

What happened inside the church was spread outside in detail, and more and more French people came to watch, and they were all shocked when they heard Zhu Zhanqian uttering the name of God.

"The Holy Maiden received the oracle. Since the Holy Maiden helped the Ming people, it means that the Ming people were indeed sent by the gods."

"That's why God sensed our suffering and sent people to save us."

"What else is said in it?"

"Sea King is shouting Hallelujah. He said that Hallelujah is actually Harry Potter and Lord Lu Ya. The gods of the East are of the same origin as our gods."

"That's great."

Zhu Zhanqian continued to ask after a while in the church: "Charles VI, do you really not remember Zheng He of Ming Dynasty?"

"Zheng He, Zheng He? Zheng He!" Charles VI began to mutter, his eyes became a little excited, but immediately dimmed again, and did not answer Zhu Zhanqian's words.

"He is an envoy of our Ming Dynasty. You once ordered someone to strip him of his clothes, lock him in a cage, and drag him through the streets in a carriage to show the public. Don't you have any impression?"

Zhu Zhanqian's words seemed to give the Mad King a little impression.

"You mean the eunuch?"

There was raging anger in Zhu Zhanqian's eyes, and he replied in a low voice like thunder: "Well, you still remember."

The Mad King laughed, and said with obsessed eyes: "The eunuch's technique is completely different from ours, it is more refined and ingenious than ours. Later, I improved our palace technique according to your technique, and I personally Let’s do it, grab a young child, and just cut it bit by bit.”

The Mad King was still moving with his bound hands, as if he wanted to imitate the techniques he used at that time.

The other French ministers nearby wanted to stop it, but they couldn't move freely here. They were afraid that the Mad King's behavior would anger Daming Sea King even more, and they were in a hurry, especially Shire.

Zhu Zhanqian looked around and looked at the embarrassment of the French ministers: "You all know about this."

Everyone was silent, Zhu Zhanqian asked Charles alone: ​​"His Royal Highness, you know."

"No... I don't know."

"Nonsense! You clearly know." The Mad Dynasty yelled at Charles, who was shocked and said, "His Royal Highness, I really don't know, I really don't know."

The words of the lunatic cannot be trusted, but they are not completely unbelievable.

Zhu Zhanqian stared at Charles, like a tiger ready to go looking at a weak rabbit, ready to tear him apart at any moment.

"He was right there at the time, and I gave him a castrated eunuch." The Mad King spoke without mercy and told everything.

Charles was struck by lightning, but Joan was even more surprised. Joan always thought that the relationship between Charles and the Mad King was not good, and she was often suppressed by the Mad King, but it seemed that the relationship was good, and the Mad King did bad things. Sometimes he also has a share.

Although the mad king's words were unclear, there should be something credible in these words.

The image of Char in her mind began to crumble.

Zhu Zhanqian did not question Charles oppressively, but continued to question the Mad King, which made Charles take a breath: "Can you tell me why you want to parade him in the street and insult him."

"It's fun, it's fun. I've never seen such an eunuch, and neither have anyone else in France. Of course, let everyone open their eyes together."

The mad king's words made Zhu Zhanqian's anger almost burn down the Notre Dame de Paris.

Every word was like a whisper of a beast: "What else are you doing to him?"

"What did you do? What else did you do? I forgot, I forgot." The Mad King laughed loudly, the interrogation had made his mental state extremely unstable.

He kicked the Mad King's face, causing his nose to bleed, and he was still laughing wildly.

Zhu Zhanqian said indifferently to everyone present: "A lunatic cannot be held accountable for all crimes. I will not let anyone who insulted my best friend, I will not let anyone who trampled on Daming's dignity, I'll give you a chance, now that the Duke of Burgundy is in my hands, I can always find something, there must be some of you who are not involved in it, you confess, you inform, and tell the whole story Tell me, and I will forgive you."

"If no one answers my question, then take them all down. Everyone in the French royal palace will be imprisoned, tried one by one, and punished one by one!" Now the main figures in the French royal palace have been taken to Notre Dame.

A eunuch from the French royal palace in the crowd shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, I will report, I will report."

Looking at the man whose face was only thirteen or fourteen years old, Zhu Zhanqian asked with dignity, "Who are you?"

"I am the king's eunuch, so... I was castrated... by the king himself."

"What did you report?"

"I reported His Royal Highness Prince Charles and His Royal Highness, and cut off the leg of the Ming envoy together!"

(End of this chapter)