Dragon Soul in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 40 Sulu King's Tomb

It seemed that what was placed in front of him was not a multiple-choice question, but how to deal with the aftermath. However, although Zhu Qian still had this body, he was a different person from the bottom of his heart. Emperor Chongzhen, he was very unsure.

In the stone pavilion, the atmosphere was terribly oppressive, gradually Zhu Gan's breathing changed from heavy to clear, and he smiled slightly, like a cool breeze blowing in the scorching summer.

Putting down the heavy burden that was suddenly carried on his back, he took a sip of herbal tea and asked, "I remembered, you are Wang Cheng'en! Who is calling the shots in the palace now?"

Zhu Gan's chuckle was like a cool breeze pouring into his chaotic heart, and he regained some clarity. Only then did he realize his gaffe, and knelt down full of fear and said: "Damn the old slave, Your Majesty, the old slave is cheap!" The name is not worth mentioning, the old slave is Wang Cheng'en, and now the crown prince supervises the country in His Majesty's palace, and the queens of the two palaces are regents, but the old slave has heard that it is Empress Yi'an who actually controls the government."

Hearing these words, Zhu Gan suddenly realized that he really wanted to find a chair to lean back on. He moved his body unnaturally, and said in a deep voice, "Since someone is hosting the palace, I won't go back for the time being."

Wang Chengen knew very well that Zhu Youjian's character was stubborn and unyielding, and he belonged to the donkey. As long as it was something he decided, even if nine cows could not be pulled back, it was not good to persuade him, but the facts in front of him were too important. , silently knelt down again, bowed his head and said nothing.

Zhu Gan looked at Wang Chengen's hunched body on the ground, he felt a little resentment in his heart to kneel down and worship people like this. Although most of the soldiers in the red army were literate, they didn't have many heavy etiquettes, which seemed very heavy. Whatever, he didn't care.

Quickly helped him up, and said meaningfully: "Get up! You are an old man with old arms and legs, kneeling on these stone steps is not enough."

Wang Chengen's expression was even more terrified, how dare he let the emperor personally help him, kowtowed constantly, his forehead was bruised and bloody, and he said in a choked tone: "It's not a pity for this old slave to die, this old slave deserves to die, I just hope that your majesty can return to the palace as soon as possible." ..."

Zhu Gan held Wang Cheng'en's hands, but he didn't move a single muscle, as if he was as heavy as a mountain. Then he remembered that the old eunuch in front of him was a master. He sat back on the stone bench and said impatiently: "Wang Cheng'en, tell me, how can I go back to be the emperor now?" What do you mean, the Donglin Party, the Chu Party, and the Zhejiang Party Chaozhong Gungun are all villains who only know the same party and attack differences. Look at me now, do you know what a potential stock is, and do you know that the Ming Dynasty? A large-cap stock has entered a bear market and is about to collapse!"

Wang Chengen looked at Zhu Gan in puzzlement, and a strange idea appeared in his mind. Could it be that the emperor's brain was damaged by thunder, and he quickly discarded this idea. Unpredictable, this old slave doesn’t know.”

"Forget it, you don't understand even if I say it, since it's already about to collapse, why should I miss it."

"It's better to die in my hands, at least I will be able to protect your family in the future." Zhu Qian's heart came up, maybe not only to save his relatives in this life, but also a passionate dream of a great country in his heart, to change Throughout history, the ignorant grassland people were driven back to the northeast to continue to graze.

Wang Chengen was still like that, kneeling on the ground and saying nothing.

Zhu Gan stood up and said: "Okay, I know you are sincere enough, but it is better for the crown prince to supervise the country, and the queens of the two palaces to be regents. After all, the power of the relatives is not strong. When the crown prince reaches a certain age, the queens of the two palaces will return to the prince. I know very well that the emperor's sister-in-law is an extremely smart person, and will assist the prince in managing the Daming country."

Zhu Qian had already used the title of me, but Wang Chengen still knelt down and remained indifferent, this made him angry, and said coldly: "Wang Chengen, you are so brave, don't you want me to kneel down and beg you in person, why don't you get up soon .”

Wang Chengen didn't dare to stand up, and he didn't dare to look at Zhu Gan with his head down. At this time, he felt that his master was so indifferent, but he added a bit of domineering and decisiveness. The unfamiliarity made him dare not recognize each other easily, and now he only felt that there seemed to be a thick layer of diaphragm between the two of them.

In the past, Zhu Youjian, as long as he said a word, he would go to heaven and earth, and he would help realize it. It was more of a kind of dependence. Zhu Youjian was in the royal family, and his dependence on him gave him a kind of kindness. A kindness is precious and inseparable, but it makes him very satisfied.

Today's Zhu Youjian seems to have grown up suddenly after leaving the palace, everything has changed, there is no such kindness, and Fang no longer needs him.

After this brief acquaintance, Zhu Qian was no longer interested in having a drink, and he felt uncomfortable, that was the emperor's throne, naked doubts, but now the Red Army made him feel a The feeling of reluctance may be caused by the emotions of the previous life. It is too single. As a brother who is a thief, it is difficult to let go, and there is a fear of unfamiliar environments.

Followed by Wang Chengen, he walked quietly in the ancient city of Dezhou, but found that it was difficult for him to integrate into the bustling and bustling, but the voices of the common people made him vigilant.

"I heard that King Sulu in the north of the city has been resurrected, and he is leading a group of Yin soldiers to make trouble everywhere! He is still recruiting soldiers wantonly."

"I heard that it seems Dongfang Shuo resurrected him. This is not a good omen!"

"Could it be that the red-clothed thief was caused by the anger and grievances of the people, which shocked the ancestors, and that's why today's disaster is happening. I said that the red-clothed thief is not a good thing. You see, I am right now!"

"Why don't we find someone to invite Chenggong to come forward, he is upright and just right enough to suppress these ghosts."

Zhu Qian knew very well that these rumors would never start suddenly, and there must be some people secretly manipulating them. However, the discussion of these people also aroused his interest, and he decided to go to the tomb of King Sulu in the north of the city in person. Go and have a look.

Walking along the bustling streets, passing through the city, it gradually became deserted, and when I left the north city gate, my eyes suddenly brightened.The terrain of Dezhou is a typical impact plain of the Yellow River. Affected by factors such as the mainstream flood channel of the Yellow River, flood deposits, static flow deposits, and wind accumulation, the terrain slopes gently from southwest to northeast, and there are undulations in the plain, with alternate hills, slopes, and depressions. distributed.

In front of you, there are small hills in a row, with ups and downs, and there is more water flowing under the hills. At a glance, you can see that the geomantic omen here is very good, and the tomb of King Sulu is not far away, and you can see the imperial stele at a glance. , Shiren, Shiyang, Weng Zhong, etc., people kept coming to burn incense and worship in front of the tomb.

Zhu Gan watched from a distance but did not approach, observing the people coming and going around the cemetery.

Wang Chengen, who was following Zhu Qian, looked at the frame of the car that was coming towards them. The man driving the car was very tall and majestic, dressed as a fisherman on the water, waving a whip skillfully in his hand, with an honest look.

Wang Chengen's eyes suddenly sank again, cloudy, as if he was a very old man with a stooped body.

Looking at the oncoming carriage, Zhu Qian hurriedly stood aside, passed by the carriage, and looked in through the gap in the curtain. A woman was sitting quietly in the carriage, and only saw a profile, but her The side face is very beautiful, the skin is fair and creamy, without any blemishes, and he can see the curved eyebrows and long eyelashes clearly, and he can only feel the stern beauty of this woman, which captivates his heart Also go away with the carriage.

Before he woke up from the temptation, he was pushed back by a deafening explosion. Fortunately, Wang Chengen supported him with quick eyesight and quick hands, so he didn't lose his composure.

Not far away, the huge mound of the Sulu King’s Tomb has exploded, and the soil and stones are flying all over the sky, falling down crackling, and many people who are offering sacrifices are beaten to crawl all over the ground, and even more mourners are buried. into the soil.

Then the whole earth was shaking, and I saw that the graveyard began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye. The people cried for mercy, and many people begged all the gods and Buddhas, but the collapse was still expanding. devour the people.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhu Qian felt chills in his heart. What he thought more about was not ghosts and gods, but the people behind the scenes who made trouble in the name of ghosts and gods.