In the mirror of time and space, the picture turned around, and the scene of Wanli 48 years appeared. On July 21, it appeared.

The long -term wine colorless, coupled with national concern, Zhu Xijun finally became ill, and it was difficult to get up.

Before dying, he supported the last point of strength and called Cabinet University Scholars Congzhe, British Gong Zhang Weixian, Huang Jiashan, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Officials Shang Shu Zhou Jiamo and other eight people came to Hongde Hall.

Seeing that everyone was in Qi, he reached out his hand weakly, pointed at the cheeks that had been wiped into the skin, and sinking:

"Hey, I'm going to see the Emperor and Ancestor ..."

"The only thing that can't be assured now is the war in Liaodong ..."

"Sun Moon Mountain River, is it still?"

"The place of the ancestors is still there?!"

Fang Congzhe said with tears and said: "Your Majesty, still there, still there!"

"He, I can't fight it, which leads to the defeat of Liaodong, so that the name of Taizu and ancestor is not humiliated ..."

"He, the descendants of the Zhu family, Emperor Daming!"

"He, ashamed of the ancestors, ashamed of future generations!"

On the corner of the eyes of Zhu Xunjun's dry eyes, it seems that there is no tears, but he crying than howling, making people more sad ...

The emperor, he died, fighting for the last breath, all wanted to arrange what was behind him, and he was worrying about the country ...

"Your Majesty, you have tried your best ..."

Fang Congzhe sighed, and since he knew that Zhu Xijun was indeed bad, he also understood a lot.

After all, let a person who is sick in the creamy person to deal with various national events in person, even if the saint comes, it is difficult to do it.

"Remember, the emperor of Daming can die, Daming's courtiers and sergeants can die. Only Daming's land must not be lost!"

Zhu Yanjun said Li Sei: "The successor of the successor, and Er, if you dare to pay the land to compensate, you will also ask for your life under the Jiuquan!"

"Our old Zhu family, we must not miss the descendants of the future generations.

"Please rest assured, I will defend the Jiangshan Society in Daming!"

"Daming is here, the minister is here!"

"If the Ming Dynasty died, the ministers and others were abnormal !!!"

All the ministers said without hesitation. Obviously, they had already prepared for all psychological preparations.

The emperor guards the king, the king's death, this spirit is like a bone marrow, running through the entire era of Daming.

Even if Zhu Qizhen was so pulled, the Mingfeng Bone was inherited.

Huang Jiashan, the Ministry of Military Affairs, also asserted: "His Majesty, please rest assured that the Ministry of War of Daming will do everything, but he will not pay for the land!"

"Even if the battle is under the city, I can mention the sword!"

"well!"

Zhu Xunjun's pale mouth raised, and praised.

This is the biggest voice that he can do his best, but it is already a mosquito fly.

Everyone is listening to it all, and even the barrage is much less.

When the employers proposed to Fang Congzhe, the haircut and other things were answered, Zhu Xunjun's hand was always held and loose, and it was loose and holding it.

It is natural when loosening, as if it is about to break his breath, but when he holds it, from his eyes that are constantly combined but strong, you can find that this is the action that he can achieve after his best to do his best ...

Mowing

This is the last trace of his life!

After finally answering these, after dealing with the state affairs, Zhu Xijun finally relieved, as if the balloon was leaked, and the instantly weakened a lot.

"I can finally go to see the ancestor Liezong ..."

"Everyone, Jiangshan Society, please !!!"

Zhu Xunjun's hand was still holding, and the corner of the wrinkled eyes actually shed a drop of blood and tears ...

But this time, he can no longer support it ...

His hand fell on the collapse, and his eyelids could never be opened again.

"His Majesty!!!"

"His Majesty!!!"

Fang Congzhe, Huang Jiashan and others shouted desperately, crying out!

"Woohoo ..."

"Woohoo ..."

Their sorrow sounds throughout Hongde Temple!

One after another, the tears in the corner of the eyes are like a waterfall!

The eunuchs on the side of Si Li are also using their sleeves to wipe tears.

Suddenly, he lowered his head, and saw Zhu Xunjun's lips trembling slightly.

"His Majesty, please forgive slaves to die!"

The eunuch drove the courage, quickly put his ears on Zhu Xijun's mouth, and listened carefully to his words.

Zhu Xunjun's mouth was slightly open for a while, and he closed again. His eyes were still not open. Only fingers, tightly tightly stretched the collapsed bedding ...

The ministers were looking forward to it, and even the breath was held, and they dared not send out any movement.

The Chinese and foreign audiences in the live broadcast room also looked down subconsciously.

At this moment, Rao was Kangxi, and he looked at the mirror of time and space.

Jiang Yi and him clearly saw that Zhu Xunjun's fingers gradually opened.

Emperor Wanli Zhu Xunjun, completely, has no life ...

And the words he stayed, only the eunuchs of Si Li were heard.

Fang Cong Zhe's earthen ribs sturdy, crying and crying, he shed tears, rushed up and asked, "What did Your Majesty say and what did you say!"

The whole person of the eunuch of Si Li was paralyzed as if it collapsed, and the tears were flowing silently. The eyes were empty, as if crazy, and shook his head constantly. It seemed that he couldn't believe his Majesty.

Huang Jiashan and others quickly surrounded.

Everyone is waiting anxiously for his answer!

Si Lijian smirked a bit: "Oh ..."

"hehe……"

Fang Congzhe kept his slap on his face.

Finally, he roared out: "Your Majesty said, say ..."

"Sun Moon Mountain River is still there, don't cry!"

"Mo Cry !!!"

Boom!

This sentence is like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, trembling ancient and modern!

The ministers heard the words, and instantly collapsed their eyes, and the pupils were covered with blood: "No ... no!"

They looked at Zhu Xunjun, who had no movement, and it was difficult to believe in such an ending.

They were crying, crying, and tears couldn't stop rushing out.

When Taiyi confirmed that Zhu Xunjun had died, everyone kneeled down, worshiped at Zhu Xunjun's body, and sipped it with heartbreak:

"Chen, etc., send Da Tomorrow to the road !!!"

"Sun Moon Mountain River is still there, Daming Jiangshan is still there !!!"

"Looking at the day ... Slowly!"

The sound of choking, through the mirror of time and space, sounded in the ear of hundreds of millions of people.

In the live broadcast room, many people do not know when, the corners of the eyes have more tears.

Some people can't help crying.

"Woohoo, don't you say that the Emperor Wanli does not act inaction, how can the collection in Huaxia different from what I see?!"

"This is the king's death society of the Daming dynasty. They are so ill, and they have to support the state of affairs in one breath ..."

"Yeah, they all say that he is inaction, but he is dead, and he is thinking about the country!"

"To death, the imperial power has achieved a smooth transition, and it has left a huge sum of money against Liaodong!"

"Although this still failed to change the general trend, it is no longer the crime of Wanli ..."

The audience suddenly discovered that they had a clearer understanding of the Emperor Wanli, and they also understood what it is.

Tomorrow ... Slowly !!!
Chapter completed!