Daming Jingtai: I am the eternal benevolent king

Chapter 18 Zhen, I'm Back ([-] words, please read more!)

Zhu Jianshen was dumbfounded.

You go to hell, why do you take me with you?
You spoke impassionedly, but turned around and wanted to send me on my way first?What's wrong with you?
However, Wang Qin grabbed him and dragged him over regardless of the reason.

Zhu Qiyu looked at him calmly: "Prince, if I really want to kill you in the past eight years, who can protect you?"

"I killed you today not because of your biological father Zhu Qizhen."

"Instead."

"As the prince of Ming Dynasty, the future son of heaven, you should have the generosity of a king who died in the country!"

"Don't be like Zhu Qizhen, just wag your tail and beg for mercy like a dog! In order to survive, I recognize Wala as my father and mother!"

"He is the emperor of Ming Dynasty!"

"Not a dog!"

"I am the fourth generation hero of the Ming Dynasty!"

"No cowards!"

"Come on, Prince, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine soon!"

Zhu Qiyu drew out the Son of Heaven Sword, pointing the tip at Zhu Jianshen.

Zhu Jianshen sat on the ground, kept rubbing back, his face was terrified, and tears flowed like rain: "Your Majesty, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

There was a hot stream in the crotch, and it was the third time that I peed my pants.

"coward!"

"A coward like your father!"

"How can there be such a coward in my imperial family of the Ming Dynasty! You should be killed!"

Zhu Qiyu was furious.

You're not a coward, why didn't you stab yourself first?
You are targeting me!
Zhu Jianshen used both hands and feet, desperately backing away.

"Your Majesty, wait a minute..."

Wang Qin seemed to hear the sound of horseshoes.

But Zhu Qiyu didn't know what to say, and stabbed down fiercely with his sword.

"Ah!" Zhu Jianshen screamed pitifully.

However, Wang Qin hugged Zhu Qiyu tightly and shouted: "Your Majesty, there is the sound of horseshoes! The sound of horseshoes!"

But the sword has already been poked down.

Zhu Jianshen screamed and trembled, and immediately lost control of his bowels and bowels!
The scream sounded as if it had been stabbed to death.

As a result, Zhu Qiyu looked down and saw that his sword had stabbed the Prince's bottom!
The flesh was not injured at all, and the point of the sword pierced the trousers, turning the good trousers into a pair of open trousers.

"Where's the sound of horseshoes?" Zhu Qiyu really didn't do it on purpose, this kid withdrew too fast, and it's his own fault.

"It's the movement of the Meridian Gate! It must be the Beijing camp!"

Wang Qin was full of excitement, and shouted at the imperial guards: "Yu Shaobao has arrived! The Beijing camp has entered the palace! Everyone cheer up and protect the emperor!"

He asked the eunuchs to surround Zhu Qiyu.

Ju Ying raised her eyebrows, her eyes flashed with pride.

But at this moment, a group of defeated troops came in panic, and when they got closer, they saw Gao Gu, with disheveled hair, in a panic.

"Your Majesty, the Huiyin gate is lost, and the prince is seriously injured..." Gao Gu's voice was desolate.

Zhu Qiyu was about to lose his temper.

With a bang, the Fengtian Gate was broken!

The wolf-like frontier army rushed in, and the imperial guards didn't even dare to resist, they knelt down and surrendered, and there was a mess in front of the door.

"My lord, quickly enter the palace!"

Wang Qin protected Zhu Qiyu and retreated into Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Qizhen smelled bad all over his body, his eyes were red, like a bloodthirsty beast, he rushed in with a sword: "Zhu Qiyu! Get out!"

He exploded!

He was scolded by the prince first, and his face was disgraced.

Then he was slapped in the face by a persimmon, leaving no trace of the emperor's dignity.

He is not the emperor now, but the flame of vengeance!
The burning fire!
Burn Zhu Qiyu to death, and Zhu Jianshen, that rebellious and unfilial bastard!
With a bang, the gate of Fengtian Temple closed.

Zhu Jianshen shrank his head like a quail, because he was a step behind and was locked at the door.

"Rebel! Rebel!"

When Zhu Qizhen saw him, he was furious, and rushed over with his sword in hand.

Zhu Jianshen is really a bitch.

The crazy uncle who has been the emperor for eight years wants to kill him, and the biological father who has been imprisoned for seven years also wants to kill him. What did I do wrong!Why is it all about me?I'm only ten years old!
Zhu Jianshen didn't dare to kneel down and plead guilty, so he ran away.

"Stop! Nizi stop for me!"

Zhu Qizhen raised his sword and went after him.

But was stopped by Shi Biao: "The Supreme Emperor, the business is important!"

Zhu Qizhen gave him a cold look, and Shi Biao shrank his neck: "The Supreme Emperor, Yu Qian has led troops into the palace, let's make a quick decision."

"Yu Qian?"

Zhu Qizhen's eyes were full of hostility: "Okay, kill Zhu Qiyu first, and then kill that little bastard, I don't have such a villain! Hit the door!"

"Yes!"

Shi Biao organized soldiers to knock on the door.

He sent someone to inform his uncle to quickly support Fengtian Temple.

At this time, Liu Yongcheng, the eunuch who attacked Huiyinmen, also led his army to gather.

"Participate in the Supreme Emperor!"

Although Liu Yongcheng was an eunuch, he was a famous general. He followed Taizong to conquer Mobei five times. During Xuanzong's reign, he put down the rebellion of the king of Han and defeated the three guards repeatedly. He made great military exploits.

Zhu Qiyu attached great importance to such a person after he succeeded to the throne, and ordered him to control the Beijing camp.

But even if he killed the original owner, he would never have thought that this is another [-]-year-old boy!

Not just him.

His adopted son Liu Ju is also Zhu Qizhen's diehard loyalist.

"What's my name?" Zhu Qizhen's voice was low.

"Slave Liu Yongcheng, congratulations to my emperor, long live!" Liu Yongcheng prostrated himself on the ground.

The corners of Zhu Qizhen's mouth curled up.

Looking at the very familiar Fengtian Temple, eight years later, he is back!
The guy who stole the throne will soon receive the cruelest punishment in the world!I want him to live but not die!

Bang!
Fengtianmen was broken!
A fiery light burst out from Zhu Qizhen's eyes.

came back!
I'm back!

Eight years later, I finally came back, and ruled the world again!
He stood at the gate of Fengtian Hall, looking into the hall.

Everything was so familiar, even a piece of floor tile gave him a sense of familiarity.

He's back, he Zhu Qizhen is back!

All the hardships I have endured in the past eight years are all worth it.

only……

There was a mouse, which made him feel extremely bad. He sat on the dragon chair and looked down at him!
Even though he has already lost, he still looks at me like a winner!
Why do you look at me like this?
You have been defeated, you should kneel at my feet, begging me to forgive you?

No?
That's how I was right back then...

Zhu Qiyu!
Those disharmonious scenes flashed in his mind, and he suffered more losses today than he suffered in Wala for a year!
Zhu Qizhen's eyes grew hostile, and he pointed at him: "Zhu Qiyu! You still dare to live, that's great!"

"Zhu Qizhen, why don't you kneel when you see me?"

Zhu Qiyu, who was sitting on the dragon chair, spoke slowly. He sat upright on the dragon chair, leaning on the Tianzi sword, looking down at Zhu Qizhen.

"You deserve to call me too!"

Zhu Qizhen roared: "The bastard! The shameful bastard! Get off!"

"Ha ha."

"Zhu Qizhen, poke your chest with your hand and ask yourself, do you deserve to sit on this dragon chair?"

"I don't mention the defeat of Tumu Fortress, nor do I mention that you recognized Wala as your parents, and I don't mention that you called your family Yu Xuanda! I don't mention any of these!"

"I'll just ask you!"

"You are a historian, how should you write this history?"

"I am brilliant and bright, reshaping the clothes of China, and rebuilding China, how great it is!"

"The four generations of heroic lords are all virtuous monarchs, and their achievements are innumerable!"

"I ask you, how do you ask the historian to write about you?"

"What face do you have to enter my Zhu's ancestral temple? Be side by side with the four emperors Taizu, Taizong, Renzong, and Xuanzong?"

"Are you shameless?"

"By calling the door?"

"Are you relying on being a man?"

"Do you still rely on your force to restore?"

"Hahahaha!"

Zhu Qiyu laughed loudly and stopped abruptly: "I'm just asking you, what qualifications do you have to sit on this dragon chair again?"

"Answer me!"

"Zhu Qizhen!"

Zhu Qizhen was shaking all over, he didn't want to hear Zhu Qiyu's words, he didn't want to hear a word, he didn't want to hear a single word.

His words were like knives, every word pierced his heart.

Even, I dare not even look at him...

"You, go, catch him! Go!" Zhu Qizhen pointed at Shi Biao and roared.

Shi Biao agreed.

He walked up the steps step by step, walking on Danbi.

As the son of a side general, he is not even qualified to enter Fengtian Temple.

Stepping on the Dan Majesty, he was getting closer and closer to the dragon chair. Looking at the emperor sitting on the dragon chair, his heart trembled slightly. Zhu Qiyu's face was full of arrogance, with a hint of disdain in his expression.

He had met the Son of Heaven before, but at that time Zhu Qiyu was weak and deceitful, he looked like a good old man, and he was full of pettiness.

Why, looking at it now, he is full of... heroism!

Yes, it is heroism!
So what, winners and losers, power struggles only depend on winning or losing, nothing else matters.

but.

Zhu Qiyu suddenly stood up and swung his sword violently.

Shi Biao was taken aback.

Seeing Zhu Qiyu's haggard appearance that could be blown down by the wind, he never thought that Zhu Qiyu would dare to swing his sword to chop him.

It was too late for him to react.

The sword edge tore open his body, and he rolled down from Pill Pill, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his body by the Tianzi Sword.

"The emperor's alchemy, how can anyone other than the emperor set foot on it!"

Zhu Qiyu gasped heavily while leaning on the sword, with a furious expression on his face: "Zhu Qizhen, do you want to be the emperor or a puppet?"

"What is Danbi? It's a symbol of imperial power!"

"If you are not an emperor, you will die if you step on it!"

"You let the foreign minister set foot on Danbi, do you also let him sit on the dragon chair? To be the emperor?"

"Zhu Qizhen, you useless person!"

"I can't keep the throne myself!"

"Now you have won, but as a winner, you dare not step onto the Dragon Throne and drive down the perishing king, what are you!"

"And you!"

"I will cut you into pieces and kill your ten clans!"

Zhu Qiyu pointed at Shi Biao with his sword: "Take another step up, let me see!"

Shi Biao swallowed his saliva inexplicably.

Obviously he was tall, strong and brave, and Zhu Qiyu was very weak, but he was really scared in his heart.

Huddled in the corner, Ye Ying saw all this in her eyes, her eyes were full of shock, the Supreme Emperor obviously had the upper hand, but was crushed to death by Jin Shang!

Don't they all say that today's world is weak and can be bullied?
But when he struck out with the sword, he didn't look weak at all, he was obviously full of heroism.

The one who is weak and can be bullied is the Supreme Emperor...

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