King Xiang of the Red Chamber

Chapter 237

Some of the envoys present were hurting others, but most of them gloated and cursed the Zasak people for looking for death.

Daming's finger is thicker than your Zasak's waist, and it will be a matter of time before he gets cleaned up.

It's just that no one expected that Zhu Jinghong would make a direct shot, let alone such a heavy shot.

With today's incident, Zhu Jinghong became famous internationally.

"I cured the disease of the Zasak people in twos and twos. There are very few people in the world who suffer from this disease. Don't learn from them!"

"In my country of great etiquette, it is natural to cure diseases and save lives. Whoever is sick...we will treat and save those who are sick, and we will definitely be able to cure these difficult and miscellaneous diseases!"

The scene was very quiet, and Zhu Jinghong's words in a loud voice reached everyone's ears.

The words contained a strong sense of warning, which could be replaced by a beating if he refused to accept, and Daming would definitely win.

Everyone present felt sad, but Hideto Okamoto was in a good mood, at least someone was more ashamed than him.

At the Junggar mission on the other side, Bateer, who heard this, showed a fierce look on his face, and wanted to get up but was held back by Na Risong.

"What do you want to do?" Looking at this impulsive nephew, Na Risong scolded in a low voice.

"I……"

Before Battelle could speak, Na Risong continued to scold: "If you have lived enough, if you want to bring disaster to the people, then get up now!"

The howling on the imperial steps continued, but Zhu Jinghong stepped down the steps.

He has been paying attention to the reactions of the Junggar people from the beginning to the end. He will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't click on these people right now.

There is no way, with Daming's strength as the backing and the identity of the direct prince as the cover, he can really do whatever he wants here.

Under the attention of everyone, Zhu Jinghong stopped at the desk of the Junggar mission, followed by Lu Yuxin and Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin and Zhang Lin were wearing the standard armor of guards on duty, and their whole bodies were shining with golden light under the candlelight, making them look extraordinarily heroic.

"I've met the Thirteenth Lord!" Na Ri Song stood up and saluted with fists in his hands.

Ignoring his reply, Zhu Jinghong said slowly: "Just now you talked a lot... As far as I know, talking too much is also a disease!"

With just this sentence, everyone at the scene understood his intentions, so they started to watch the excitement.

The chieftains in Tibet, the envoys of the Tuxietu Khanate, and the envoys of the two tribes of Namu Duolun are all looking forward to what will happen next.

Just because they are adjacent to Junggar and have been bullied by each other for many years, how can they be unhappy to see them being sluggish now.

"Master Thirteen, Daming's wine is good. Those of us who are outsiders have never seen such fine wine. We are grateful for His Majesty's kindness, so we drank a few more glasses!"

"Drinking was wrong, and my mind was blurred, so I said a few more nonsense, it is really damn...dammit!"

Na Risong didn't justify himself, and while deflecting the conflict and admitting his mistakes, he even praised Daming and the emperor.

If such an attitude of admitting mistakes is treated the same as the Zasak people, it will appear that Daming is too unreasonable.

"What have you been staring at me for?"

Zhu Jinghong glanced at Battelle, who had an unkind look in his eyes, and he didn't restrain himself even at this moment.

"I can watch whatever I want!"

Knowing that Battelle was going to have an accident, Matsumoto wanted to explain a few words that day, but Zhu Jinghong smiled and said: "Young man is young and energetic!"

Battelle stiffened his neck, and said coldly: "It's not as majestic as Lord Thirteen!"

"brute……"

After scolding Battelle, Na Risong continued to scold: "I said that drinking was a mistake, who told you to talk nonsense, I think you are tired of work!"

"Zungar is not subordinate to the Ming Dynasty, why should we..."

Before Battelle finished speaking, he was slapped several times on the face, Na Risong exerted all his strength.

Zhu Jinghong said coldly: "This kid has a tough mouth, you beat him hard like this, it can't be cured..."

"My Da Ming's kung fu focuses on transforming energy, four or two strokes of a thousand catties... just to overcome his shortcoming!"

After saying this, Zhu Jinghong waved, and several guards rushed over immediately.

"Come and treat him!"

"Yes!"

Several guards stepped forward immediately, Battelle wanted to resist but was restrained.

Zhang Linchong let out a sigh of relief, went straight to Battelle, and slapped him down.

Seeing his own prince being beaten, Xuri Gan couldn't sit still. As the number one warrior, he couldn't just sit back and watch all this.

However, that day Song saw the opportunity early, leaned over and held his shoulder in advance, and warned him when there was any abnormality.

"If you don't want him to die, don't move!"

Risong was very calm that day, he didn't feel sorry for Battelle, just because this fellow was purely self-inflicted.

Right now, borrowing Daming's hand just happens to teach him a lesson.

Thinking about going through this incident, this kid will be calmer and understand the truth of others... Na Risong thought so.

At the scene, Zhang Lin slapped and slapped again and again, although the voice was small but extremely harsh, everyone watched with great interest, but forgot about the three howling people on the imperial steps.

"Master Thirteen, I can also use that energy... I think Zhang Lin is also tired from beating up, why don't I let my minister go up and try?"

Hou Jing appeared next to Zhu Jinghong. He didn't participate in the crippled knee just now, so he didn't want to miss this matter.

"Then you can try it!" Zhu Jinghong remained expressionless.

"Brother Zhang, take a break first... I'll come!"

Looking at Battelle whose face was swollen from the beating, Hou Jing twisted his neck and pinched his knuckles along the way, looking impatient.

At this moment, on the upper floor of the Wuying Hall, several girls are observing the situation outside through the window.

Now that the Hall of Martial Arts is heavily guarded, it is reasonable to say that there will be no people here, unless these people can ignore the rules.

Obviously, as the first princess, Zhu Yunsheng has this ability.

Just now when the emperor arrived at Kunning Palace, the emperor and empress checked her homework, and when they were satisfied, they gave her a holiday.

So Zhu Yunsheng slipped out of Kunning Palace and came to Wuying Palace with her attendant, just because she also wanted to join in the fun.

Only Zhen Qin asked: "Who was the one who was beaten? The face is swollen to the size of the foot basin!"

"Those barbarians don't know etiquette and dare to offend my fourth brother. Thirteenth brother should beat them hard!"

It was Zhu Yunsheng who spoke, obviously they had been here for a while, otherwise they would not have known about offending the prince.

Fortunately, Qiqige didn't come over, otherwise she would definitely lose control on the spot when she saw her brother being beaten.

This time, Zhu Yunsheng only brought Zhen Qin and Baochai, and asked Yang Jingting and Qi Qige to "stay behind" at Kunning Palace so that they could send her news at any time.

"The banquet given by the Hall of Martial Heroes was originally intended to win over the nations, and the Thirteenth Lord made such a fuss... I'm afraid I will be punished again!"

Saying so, Baochai felt even more afraid of her own family.

Even the envoys were beaten like this. It was really the kindness of this master that my brother was not chopped down with a single knife.

Not only Baochai thinks this way, but Zhu Jinghong also feels that he is too kind-hearted.

After all, brother Jing killed his brother in public with a chessboard more than a thousand years ago, which is much more serious than it is today.

Why should I compare myself to Liu Qi?

Zhu Jinghong scratched his nose, thinking that Gao Zu or Emperor Wu were more suitable for him.

"Okay...it's almost done, help me down to rest, and sleep for a few days to recover from this illness!"

After Zhu Jinghong finished speaking, Zhang Lin asked, "Master Thirteen... What if it still doesn't get better?"

Looking at Na Risong coldly, Zhu Jinghong said calmly: "Then the dose must be increased until the cure is cured... Never compromise with the pain!"

This remark also meant something, and Na Risong responded to this: "What the Thirteenth Master said is very true, and the ministers also think it should be so!"

(End of this chapter)