Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1231 To accept or not to accept

   He fell to the ground suddenly, his hands and feet were broken, and the bones on his shoulders were also shattered.

  Flying down from the high platform, the face first landed on the ground. Countless sand and stones on the ground directly pierced into his head. This head suddenly turned into a blood gourd, and dark red blood flowed out.

  He couldn't move.

   Only the last consciousness remained, heavy breathing like conditioned reflex.

  His eyes are slightly closed, and up to now, the only thing left in his consciousness is the face of the 'Emperor'.

   What a horrible face that was.

  Although calm, but intimidating.

  The eyes are gentle, but they seem to have infinite murderous intent.

  Obviously he speaks slowly, almost like a talisman.

  Countless guards, one by one bent their backs, leaned forward, with their eyes wide open, surrounded him tightly, and there was confusion in their gazes.

   They really can't explain it.

  This Tatar was so arrogant just now, but in the blink of an eye, he flew down.

  People held their breath and were silent.

   After silence.

  Zhang Mao roared: "Kill the king, kill without pardon!"

   All of a sudden, all the guards cheered up.

   Their eyes shine.

  Is this credit?

who cares.

  So, countless people roared and cut off their swords and stabbed their spears hard.

  Suddenly, the pupils contracted and enlarged, and the unwilling eyes seemed to be saying... come again?

   Ugh...

   Even though he was about to die, Thu still let out a mournful roar.

  In an instant, countless swords and spears trampled on his body. The severe pain made him faint, but the new pain awakened him who had lost consciousness, and then...fainted again.

finally…

   died suddenly.

   Almost chopped into meat, the kind that children can't eat.

  …

  Fang Jifan looked at the imperial guards under the Temple of Heaven contemptuously, seeing how excited these people are, and still wanting to make meritorious deeds like this, it's really hard to catch up with the enthusiasm.

  On the Temple of Heaven, there was no sound.

  Leaders, look at me, and I will look at you.

  Those who did not participate in the sudden conspiracy were relieved, but what followed was fear. They bowed down, but they didn't know what to do.

  The ceremonial officer was scared to pee, and suddenly remembered his duty, pushing the pen, holding the bamboo board in his hand, and continued to record.

  Those who colluded with the sudden, their faces were ashen, and their faces were ashen. They had already retreated among the leaders, and knelt down tremblingly.

  Wang Shouren bowed his head, bent down, and picked up the sunglasses that were on the ground, which had been taken off suddenly.

   Sunglasses behind him, covering his calm eyes.

   He sighed.

  Wang Shouren has mutated again.

   Just like Altman.

  From seeking Tao to enlightenment, after experiencing countless winds and rains, he enlightened again.

   This is the benefit of diligent thinking.

A person who knows how to think, his thinking is endless, he will always climb to the peak of one thought after another, and standing under the peak is like standing on the altar of heaven, looking at all the living beings under the peak In Wang Shouren's body, there is no edge, no pity for the common people, but only a sigh.

   Then, dozens of leaders were reflected on the pair of sunglasses.

  He put his hands behind his back and took a step forward: "Just now, there are still seven or eight people, why don't you go together?"

  Seven or eight people fight one, according to rational calculations, there is a chance.

But…

  These chiefs kneeling on the ground feel that their feet are a little soft, they can't stand up, and they don't want to stand up. Kneeling like this makes them feel safe...

  Even if there is still a chance to fight, they have no intention of fighting in front of the 'emperor', and they all kowtow like garlic: "Will die, don't dare!"

   "You have missed a good opportunity." Wang Shouren smiled and said indifferently: "I usually can only hit five at a time, and if there are more, I won't be able to bear it."

  Fang Jifan stood aside, not knowing what monsters he had taught, but at this moment, you are still insulting the IQ of these Tatars.

  The leaders and chiefs only felt their souls fly away, and cried: "Don't dare anymore, it's the **** Tu Wu who acted recklessly... Let's go and kill his tribe and vent our anger for His Majesty."

  'Emperor' pursed his lips and smiled, and said amiably: "Let's swear, it's getting late, I'm in a hurry."

  Alliance...Oath...

  The complicated etiquette begins.

  Although everyone's mind is not on this etiquette.

  But when the ceremony ended and dozens of chiefs and chiefs shouted the Ming Emperor and the Supreme Great Khan, cheers came from countless officials and guards under the Temple of Heaven.

  The scene just now really shocked too many people.

  Xie Qian and Ma Wensheng showed disbelief.

  They couldn't imagine that His Majesty could easily crush a Tatar to death.

  If you want to explain, the only explanation may be... the son of heaven, who is ordered by heaven, and is blessed by God!

  People cheered, and shouted long live in convincing.

  The voice of long live broke through the sky.

  Fang Jifan let out a long sigh of relief.

  Below the feet, the chiefs knelt, their eyes changed from timidity to awe, and they carefully looked at the Son of Heaven, the Supreme Khan.

   At this time, no one thought of any relationship between their own flesh and blood and Genghis Khan.

   "It's getting late, I'm tired, show me!"

  Wang Shouren didn't want to stay longer, his mission was to bring this great gift to a successful conclusion.

  The leaders were still kneeling, and when Wang Shouren took a step, they took a step on their knees, and said one after another: "I am willing to serve the Supreme Khan until I die."

  Wang Shouren glanced back at them: "Those who conspired with Tuyu will go to Datong tomorrow to accept the crime, and the rest will wait here."

  The leaders didn't have any thoughts anymore. Some were trembling in their hearts, while others were convinced: "Yes."

  Wang Shouren got off the high platform, and Fang Jifan followed.

  Who would have known that the ceremonial officer, holding bamboo slips and a pen in his hand, ran even faster, maybe His Majesty would have something to say when he stepped down from the high platform.

  This is a historic moment, it must be recorded, and it may be discussed later.

  Fang Jifan pushed him aside: "Go away!"

The ceremonial officer really wanted to say, what's the matter with you, is it unreasonable, but he took a look at Fang Jifan, and swallowed the words wisely, with a bit of resentment in his eyes, Fang Jifan was already in a hurry, chasing after him. up.

   Contacted too many people for Wang Shouren.

  Liu Jin was very clever and had people prepare Luanjia under the high platform, shouting in his mouth: "Your Majesty was assassinated, and now he is not feeling well. Wenwu and the guards retreat, don't disturb Your Majesty."

  Wang Shouren got off the high platform and got into the Luanjia. The chariots and horses set off immediately without stopping at all, and hurried towards Datong.

  Other people and things.

   Now it's not Wang Shouren's decision.

  He is a fake emperor after all, it is best not to make any decisions here.

  Even if it was those sudden accomplices, he just let them enter Datong to plead guilty. As for how to deal with it, whether it is killing or cutting, it is the business of Emperor Hongzhi.

   Now, the chicken feathers in this place will be cleaned up by someone.

  Luan drove back very quickly, and soon arrived in Datong.

   Along the way, all the entourage were talking about it.

  The leaders of the various ministries who stayed near the Temple of Heaven were silent.

  Today...they finally understood why Da Ming always beat Da Mo every now and then.

  Dare to love the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, each one is more ruthless than the other.

   This is a very complicated emotion.

   But let all the Tatars understand that their time has passed.

   It also made countless Jurchens understand that although their era has not yet come, it may never come.

  Now...the only thing to do is to think about how to be a courtier of Ming Dynasty and how to reflect one's own value.

  Any other delusions will only be ridiculous as abrupt.

   Overnight.

  In the entire desert, it seems that a legend has begun to spread.

In this legend, there is a man named Supreme Khan, who is eight feet long, has eyes as big as a bull, and is swarthy. He can kill ten cows with one punch. The glacier on the top of Qilian Mountain, under his fist, It's just a snap to break.

  This god-like man has now become the master of the desert, and in the desert, thousands of living beings are all in his thoughts.

  …

  And now... this man has slowly woken up.

  Looking at the bed, a little confused.

  Who am I and where is this? what am i doing

   Before Emperor Hongzhi began to regain his memory.

  A smiling face appeared in front of him.

Zhu Houzhao looked at his father happily, and said kindly: "Father, you are awake, why did your father fall asleep so well? My son is worried to death, it's okay, it's okay...Father saved the day, Turning the corner into safety, son... how happy you are."

  Emperor Hongzhi looked at Zhu Houzhao silently.

  Zhu Houzhao smiled more sincerely.

  He ordered: "Xiao Jing, hurry up and bring tea to father."

   Xiao Jing came limping.

   Actually, he didn't faint at all.

He didn't dare to go out and tell the truth to outsiders, and he didn't dare to have other thoughts. He pretended to lie on the ground and pretended to be dead. He pretended to be dead for more than two hours. back to normal.

  When he heard that Xiao Jing didn't go, he was furious and beat him up for half an hour. Now Xiao Jing has already started to hate his parents, why did he let himself be the eunuch.

  What's the use of being an eunuch? After working hard for a lifetime, isn't it still a punching bag for people and a scapegoat for others?

  Seeing that Emperor Hongzhi woke up, Xiao Jing suddenly felt that he had found a backer, pulled himself together, poured tea, and handed it to Emperor Hongzhi.

  Emperor Hongzhi was still lying on the couch, his eyes went from being dazed, to then, he flew into a rage.

  This rebel!

  Emperor Hongzhi was trembling with anger.

  Today...is the day to leave customs.

  I...I...

   Was actually spoiled by the prince.

   This son, is he crazy.

   With such a big matter, he is allowed to mess around?

  Emperor Hongzhi was silent, sat up, took the teacup, and took a sip of tea, but the anger in his heart was not extinguished, but burned even more vigorously, almost rising three feet!

  (end of this chapter)