Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

   Chapter 1229 Long Live the Emperor

   My heart is broken.

   suddenly felt very powerless.

   If this continues, I am afraid that it will not be long before there will be no more Tatars in the entire desert.

   Of course...this is his last chance.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and then he said coldly: "This time, it is a great opportunity. During the oath, we are the closest to the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. As long as we take action at this time, we will take down the Emperor of Ming...then , the desert, will return to our hands!"

The seven or eight leaders had already made up their minds, and they all looked at Su Wu, and one of them said: "It's just...even if the Emperor of Ming Dynasty is captured, so what, they will establish another emperor, and then we will be like the Wara people back then. ,no way no money."

Thu snorted coldly and said: "Of course I know that even if the emperor of Ming is captured, we can temporarily hold him hostage and flee to the depths of the desert, but soon, a new emperor will appear in Daming, and after that, we will continue to fight against the desert. But... What we want to create is the discord between Damo and Ming. We have captured their emperor. Will Daming still trust the Tatars? At that time, I am afraid that all the Tatars who defected to the Han people will also be punished. The angry Han people expelled and even killed them. In order to deal with the revenge of the Han people, the tribes in the desert will unconsciously reunite. If we are united, then the Han people cannot match, even if the Han people are powerful, as long as they abandon the strategy of being gentle, the desert is so vast, we can temporarily avoid its edge, like migrating north."

His eyes were like knives, he glanced at everyone, and said earnestly: "If the Han people are Huairou, I will be no different from ordinary herdsmen after ten years. Children and grandchildren are also princes."

  The leaders fell silent.

  This is the crux of the problem.

Daming Huairou is too powerful. The nobles can’t bring the herdsmen to eat, but the Han people can, and they can eat deliciously. How can the herdsmen still be willing to serve the nobles and be willing to be driven by the nobles, and once, It seems that these old nobles have lost the respect of the herdsmen, and the herdsmen no longer follow the ancient traditions. If they are out of the way, they are nothing.

  Instead of this, it is better to simply take down the Emperor of Ming, so that the desert and the Ming will fight each other. No matter how tragic the war is, as long as the Tatars are still there, then...Tu Wu and others will still maintain their dignity.

  Desert...Are you still afraid of fighting? Killing for ten years, thirty years, or a hundred years, even if you lose the blood of the shepherds and Han people after repeated battles, it may not be a bad thing for Tu Wu and others.

  All the leaders looked at the sudden dignifiedly.

   Suddenly opened a parchment scroll, which is the drawing of the altar. On this parchment, he pointed and began to arrange it.

   "I'm afraid I won't succeed." Someone couldn't help worrying.

"It will definitely succeed." Tu Wu vowed: "I, Tu Wu, can bow a horse at the age of five. Ten or eight men can't get close to him. The Emperor of Ming Dynasty is extremely weak. As long as I can get close to him, I only need one finger. head, you can take him down, then you..."

  …

  The mighty people have arrived at the altar.

  Zhang Mao hurriedly took several officials from the Ministry of Rites to meet Luanjia.

  He got under the carriage and bowed down: "The old minister has seen His Majesty."

  'Emperor' sat in the carriage without making a sound.

   This made Zhang Mao a little strange.

   On the other hand, Fang Jifan rode out slowly on his horse. He took off his sunglasses, looked around, and saw that this was a continuous Han army camp, with no end in sight.

  The leaders of the various ministries have already prepared, and they each brought their cronies and clansmen to greet them under the Temple of Heaven.

  The accompanying cabinet scholar Xie Qian, Minister of Rites Zhang Shengren, etc. also showed excitement. After leaving the customs, the endless wilderness made them feel refreshed.

Fang Jifan sat on the horse and said: "My lord, Your Majesty got up too early in the morning, I'm afraid you are a little tired, you step aside first, Your Majesty has a purpose, this meeting shows that my Ming treats all the grassland tribes equally. , the people inside and outside the pass are all regarded by His Majesty as his own kindness, all the officials, there is no need to follow, just let me bring some guards, and Liu Jin and Eunuch Liu will accompany you."

  Zhang Mao felt suspicious.

  Why is it different from the previous preview.

   But how could he dare to be negligent, since this is His Majesty's intention, what else can he say, he said yes, and retreated with the accompanying ceremony officials.

   Not long after.

  'Emperor' got off the carriage.

  When his boots hit the ground, there was already a Dashi blanket under his feet on the grass, and the blanket stretched all the way to the Temple of Heaven.

  Fang Jifan got off his horse in a hurry, and Liu Jin, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded the 'emperor'.

  The emperor didn't say a word. He was wearing sunglasses, a celestial crown, and a mian suit. He walked towards the Temple of Heaven step by step.

  They walked more than ten steps, and the accompanying guards followed in a mighty manner. Suddenly, the banners were unfurled, and the dense crowd followed the 'emperor' to the altar.

  Fang Jifan seemed a little hesitant. Looking at the stone steps, the imperial guards had already stopped and surrounded the altar.

  'Emperor' is going up step by step.

   All the ministers came down one after another.

  Fang Jifan looked at the lonely emperor on the high platform.

  Looking at Wang Shouren's back.

  It was... everything was planned.

  Wang Shouren went up and made an alliance with the leaders.

  After that, life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky.

   But at this moment.

  Fang Jifan hesitated.

  Was Wang Shouren really allowed to go up?

  What if there is danger?

  The Tatars are all powerful.

   This is my own student.

  Fang Jifan bowed his head, a little ashamed.

  He said silently in his heart, I still want to live, I want to live strong, I, Fang Jifan...

  Fuck your uncle's Fang Jifan...

  He comforted himself in his heart, but in an instant, Fang Jifan lifted his steps and climbed up a step. If he dies, he will die. Eighteen years later, he will still be a man worthy of praise and tears, honest and kind, and innocent.

  Fang Jifan walked up the steps quickly and caught up with Wang Shouren.

  The ceremonial officer behind him wanted to say something, but couldn't help but want to say, Qi Guogong...this...in the regulations, you are not allowed to go up.

  But they couldn't stop them after all, and they didn't dare to stop them.

  Wang Shouren saw his mentor stepping up the steps quickly. Behind him, he didn't look back, but his body trembled slightly.

   Then, the master and the apprentice stepped up to the high platform tacitly.

   Immediately afterwards, more than seventy leaders climbed the stone steps in a file.

  Fang Jifan sided with Wang Shouren.

  Wang Shouren glanced sideways at his mentor, and he said to Fang Jifan, "Men, stand aside."

   "Why." Fang Jifan was very nervous, he dared to pat his chest and said that he was afraid of death. Those who keep saying that they are not afraid of death are, nine out of ten, liars. Life is too precious, so precious that one can sell one's relatives, friends, and conscience for it, except for Fang Jifan.

  Wang Shouren wanted to say something, he was wearing sunglasses, and Fang Jifan couldn't see his eyes behind the sunglasses, but then, he bluntly swallowed the words he was going to blurt out into his stomach.

  As a martial arts practitioner, he can feel the crazy beating heart of his mentor.

  Wang Shouren calmly waited, and the leaders went up to the high platform one after another. Then, according to the etiquette, they had to salute the 'emperor'.

Among the more than seventy, there were Jurchens, Tatars, Siberians, and the leaders of the Mongolian tribes who had just been expelled from the west of the Ural Mountains. : "I pay homage to the Supreme Great Khan!"

  The supreme here means heaven. In the beliefs of the tribes in the desert, heaven is supreme.

  The 'emperor' saw everyone kneeling down, and finally spoke: "I am the emperor of Han, do I still have to deal with the affairs of the ministries?"

   This rhetorical question is unexpected.

  In the corner of the altar, there was a ritual officer. At this time, he took out the bamboo slips and began to record.

  All the leaders fell to the ground and succumbed to the knees of the 'emperor'. The leaders didn't know how to answer, so they had to shout: "Long live!"

Under the sunglasses of the 'Emperor', there is no trace of happiness or anger: "I have four seas, and I am the patriarch of the world. I wait for the guests to obey, and it is in accordance with the fate. I treat Han and barbarians equally, and tell all the people outside the customs to let them live well." Rest and recuperate, I am the Son of Heaven, and since you have entered the title of Supreme Khan, I will accept it, and you can rest assured to wait for my imperial title, and I will treat you preferentially."

  The kneeling leader felt extremely complicated after hearing this.

  Some felt lucky, some were unwilling, but at this moment...they all prostrated themselves on the ground and continued to shout: "Long live!"

   "Today, by heaven above, come... to fetch meat."

  'Emperor' shouted.

  After hearing this, the eunuchs under the steps prepared the leg of lamb that had already been cooked, and went to the altar.

  'Emperor' tore off a piece of mutton from the plate and put it in his mouth. Then, the meat was given to the leaders.

  Everything seems... seems to be going well.

  Could it be... No one is planning to do anything wrong.

  Fang Jifan, who was standing behind him, had extremely complicated thoughts.

  But... Watching Wang Shouren eating mutton, Fang Jifan realized that he was a little hungry.

  In other words, whoever came up with the rule of giving meat, it is very suitable for the occasion. Follow the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and if you have meat to eat, you will be asked if it is delicious.

  All the leaders tore off the mutton from the plate one after another, put it in their mouths and ate it.

   Everyone shared the mutton given by the 'emperor'.

  'Emperor' said: "Sacrifice to heaven."

   As soon as he finished speaking, a leader said: "Your Majesty the Emperor, I want to present a treasure to show my sincerity to Your Majesty."

   The ceremony officer was taken aback for a moment, obviously there was no such procedure.

  'Emperor' laughed: "Oh, I don't know what kind of treasure it is, come, let me have a look."

  Suddenly beamed with joy, stood up, took a step forward, took out a sheepskin bag from his arms, shook the thing wrapped in sheepskin, opened it, and suddenly...a sharp knife was in his hand!

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