Zhu Zhanyi finally arrived in Paris. The Ming Dynasty's army had firmly controlled Paris, but countless people were hiding in the darkness of Paris, trying to harm Zhu Zhanyi.
When Zhu Zhanzhen first arrived in Paris, there were hidden arrows flying from the building next to him. Fortunately, the Ming Dynasty's army protected Zhu Zhanzhen tightly. They had a plan and knew that there would be no peace.
Zhu Zhanzhen arrived at Notre Dame de Paris to meet Joan of Arc, and also met the French Prince Charles for the first time.
This was a tall and thin young man standing aside with a haggard look. He looked at Zhu Zhanzhen with very complicated eyes, which seemed to be full of envy and hatred. Because of Joan of Arc, the prince did not
Tied up by Wu Hua Da.
Zhu Zhanzhen's eyes did not see the French Prince at all, but looked directly at the culprit of everything, the Mad King of France, Charles VI.
At this time, Charles VI was still wearing his luxurious robes, but without his crown, his eyes were dull, and his hair was disheveled, like an old fool.
Looking at his appearance, his mental state was now very unstable. Zhu Zhanxi came closer, and he bared his teeth and wanted to rush up and bite Zhu Zhanxi.
But Zhu Zhanchen raised his foot and kicked him in the face, leaving a big footprint.
Ciel and others present made some moves one after another, but they were just small moves.
Zhu Zhanzhen asked Hou Xian: "Can a madman be tried? I have invited three people to join the trial. It would not look good if a madman goes to court and makes a joke."
"Your Highness, most madmen are not mad all the time. There are always times when they are sober. Wei Chen, let's give it a try."
"Be careful. This is a lunatic. Let's focus on the people around him. Everyone from the French Council has interrogated them. Of course they surrendered. For moral reasons, we don't want to use torture. We will first interrogate each one of their confessions to compare. The mad king's
There is no need to be merciful to my close ministers, they should know many things."
After explaining these things, Zhu Zhanzhen walked to the side of Prince Charles of France and said: "This must be the Prince of France."
"Yes, Your Highness." Joan of Arc answered instead of him.
She glanced meaningfully at Joan of Arc. It was obvious that Joan of Arc was still loyal to Charles. Although she hated Charles for not rescuing her, she relented as soon as Charles begged for mercy. Moreover, she felt that after the Mad King was tried by the Ming Dynasty, Charles
I should be the king of France, and I have to protect him even for the sake of the French people.
"Can't such a big man speak for himself?"
Prince Charles was a little angry, but more of a fear: "I have seen His Highness the Sea King."
Zhu Zhanzhen asked very straightforwardly: "Do you know anything about what happened to my best friend Zheng He back then?"
"I don't know, when the Ming Dynasty envoy was arrested, my father... the Mad King and I were not together. After learning the news, I gave advice not to insult foreign envoys to avoid hatred and war. However,
It was not taken seriously and adopted, which is why what happened later." Charles said this with regret on his face.
"Who can confirm your words?"
Charles was stunned. Zhu Zhanzhen didn't believe what he said, but he shook his head: "No one can."
"Then please follow our people and ask a few questions."
Joan of Arc immediately stood in front of Charles: "His Royal Highness the Sea King, His Highness Charles led our surrender to avoid war. Now that the Mad King has been arrested, His Highness Charles will be the future King of France. Our king cannot be interrogated."
"King?" Zhu Zhanzhen dropped the two words indifferently, turned around and said: "I didn't issue the decree, there would be no king in France!"
Zhu Zhanzhen's extremely domineering explanation of his position stunned everyone present.
"When the truth about Zheng He comes to light, I will look for a man of high moral character to be the king of France. The decision has not been made yet. If you want to protect him, then do so. But if he is found in other people's confessions, you will too, Jeanne.
Disappointed."
Zhu Zhanzhen's words condescendingly judged Prince Charles. He had never been treated like this before. The anger of being despised invaded him, but he was powerless.
Joan of Arc followed quickly and found Zhu Zhanyi alone.
"His Royal Highness the King of the Sea, it would be a good thing for you if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince becomes the king of France." Joan of Arc began to persuade Zhu Zhanyi, because she still believed that Charles would be a king who cared for the people.
"Why?"
Joan of Arc hesitated but said it: "Your Highness should also be able to discover that our Prince of France has a huge weakness, weakness."
Weakness also means easy to control. Joan of Arc's meaning is obvious. Isn't a king who is easy to control what Zhu Zhanzhen wants?
"Joan of Arc, you are interfering in my decision. This is not a good habit."
Zhu Zhanzhen's majesty made Joan feel a little depressed, and she didn't know what to say for a while.
Zhu Zhanzhen was in the corridor on the second floor, looking at Paris outside the window and said: "Joan of Arc, do you think it would be better for you to lead the French people than your Prince Charles?"
"Ah?" Joan looked at Zhu Zhanzhen in surprise.
"Your Highness, what do you mean?"
Zhu Zhanzhen put his hand on her head. Joan was a head shorter than him. He touched it gently with a slight smile: "Your head still feels very comfortable to touch, like a non-pricking head."
The hedgehog.”
The Ming Sea King, who was full of majesty just now, now turned 720 degrees in the air and flipped backwards for three and a half times, changing his attitude.
Joan of Arc didn't like others to touch her head, but Zhu Zhanchen always reached out and touched her when he had time, and his hands were very grateful.
Although she was unhappy, Joan of Arc did not retreat.
"Joan of Arc, you can also see that your French Prince Charles is a weak person. Maybe you can say that he is kind, but maybe that is not kindness, but just the concession of an incompetent person. From the beginning of our attack on France, I never thought about it.
By allowing the French royal family to continue to rule France."
"But Ying Gelan..."
"I have no other choice in England, but France does, because of you."
Joan of Arc took a step back and entrusted Zhu Zhanzhen's hand, and then said: "Your Highness, France should still be ruled by the French royal family, otherwise the nobles everywhere will be in chaos, which will not be conducive to Your Highness."
"There is chaos that can be suppressed. Joan of Arc, do you want the people of France to gain true freedom? Do you want the people of France to receive God's favor?"
"Since God has given you an oracle, you should be responsible for the happiness of the people of your country."
Zhu Zhanzhen's hand fell on Jeanne's shoulder, and he seemed to feel a slight pain in his shoulder.
"Joan of Arc, once again shoulder the future of France."
"No, Your Highness, no, I'm just a simple village girl..." Joan of Arc backed away quickly as if she had been electrocuted, and ran away immediately.
Zhu Zhanchen smacked his lips: "Tsk, it's true that I'm not very good at PUA. I also want to be a scumbag, but I'm just shy, kind, honest, simple, sincere, and dedicated. These shortcomings have destined me to be a scumbag for the rest of my life.
You can’t live like a scumbag.”
After reflecting on his personal shortcomings, Zhu Zhanyong received a letter from New Shanghai City. The content was that Zhu Zhanyong and his people arrived in New Shanghai City.
After reading it, Zhu Zhanzhen thought for a moment and said, "Send someone to inform Hou Xian that I want to see the King of France in person."
Zhu Zhanzhen had not interfered much in the interrogation. The Mad King had just been taken down and brought back to Notre Dame. Under the exquisite sculptures, his hands and feet were bound and he was struggling constantly.
The reason why he was restrained was that he was afraid of harming himself. This mentally ill person has a tendency to harm himself.
I often fantasize that I am made of glass and it will break when I touch it, so I tie wires around my body. In the end, I even pierce the wires into my body so that I can feel at ease until I merge into one.
This kind of brain-dead self-mutilation behavior will appear from time to time. If you don't have any water in your brain, you can't try to understand the brain-dead behavior.
At this time, the Mad King was still sober. Zhu Zhanzhen asked him in front of everyone in Notre Dame: "Charlie VI, do you still remember Zheng He of the Ming Dynasty?" He spoke with an authentic Parisian accent, better than Joan of Arc's.
The accent must be much more authentic. When you speak, you will have the authentic French accent of a child who grew up drinking water from the Seine and peed on the Champs Elysées.
"Are you French?" the king asked in surprise.
"Do you look like me?"
"It was God who taught me the French language. He ordered me to save France. On the day when the bell rings, the French people will be free." Zhu Zhanzhen began to deceive people.
It is indeed difficult to explain that a Ming man learned English, French, and French in such a short period of time, and his accent is so authentic, so just blame everything on your gods.
"god?"
"god?"
The details of what happened in the church were spread outside, and more and more French people gathered to watch. They were all shocked when they heard Zhu Zhanchen uttering the name of God.
"The saint received the oracle. Since the saint helped the Ming people, it means that the people of the Ming Dynasty were indeed sent by God."
"So God felt our suffering and sent people to save us."
"What else was said in it?"
"Neptune is shouting Hallelujah. He says that Hallelujah is actually Harry Potter and Lu Ya Daojun. The gods of the East and our gods have the same origin."
"That would be great."
In the church, Zhu Zhanzhen fooled for a while and then continued to ask: "Charles VI, do you really not remember Zheng He of the Ming Dynasty?"
"Zheng He, Zheng He? Zheng He!" Charles VI began to mutter to himself, his eyes became a little more excited, but immediately dimmed again, and did not answer Zhu Zhanzhen's words.
"He is our envoy of the Ming Dynasty. You once ordered people to strip off his clothes, lock him in a cage and drag him through the streets in a carriage. Don't you have any impression?"
Zhu Zhanzhen's words seemed to have made a slight impression on the Mad King.
"You mean the eunuch?"
Zhu Zhanzhen's eyes were filled with blazing anger, and he replied in a low voice like thunder: "Well, you still remember, right?"
The Mad King laughed and said with obsessed eyes: "The eunuch's technique is completely different from ours, more refined and more clever than ours. Later, I even improved the technique in our palace based on your technique, and I even used my own hands.
We took action, caught a little kid, and cut him off bit by bit."
The Mad King's bound hands were still moving, as if he wanted to imitate the techniques he used at that time.
The other French ministers on the side wanted to stop it, but they could not move freely here. They were afraid that the Mad King's behavior would further anger the Ming Sea King, and they were extremely anxious, especially Charles.
Zhu Zhanzhen looked around and saw the embarrassed expressions of the French ministers: "You all know about this, right?"
Everyone was silent, and Zhu Zhanzhen asked Charles alone: "His Royal Highness the Prince of France, do you know."
"No...I don't know."
"Nonsense! You obviously know." Mad King shouted at Ciel. Ciel was shocked and said hurriedly: "Your Highness Neptune, I really don't know, I really don't know."
The words of a madman cannot be completely believed, but they are not completely untrustworthy.
Zhu Zhanzhen stared at Charles like a tiger looking at a weak rabbit, ready to tear him apart at any time.
"He was nearby at the time, and I also gave him a castrated eunuch." The Mad King did not show mercy when he spoke, and told everything.
Charles was struck by lightning, but Joan of Arc was even more surprised. Joan had always thought that the relationship between Charles and the Mad King was not good, and she was often suppressed by the Mad King. But it seems that the relationship between Charles and the Mad King was good, and the Mad King did bad things.
Sometimes he also had a share.
Although the Mad King's words were unclear, there should be some credibility in his words.
The image of Ciel in her heart began to collapse.
Zhu Zhanzhen did not ask Charles in an oppressive manner, but continued to question the Mad King, which made Charles take a breath: "Can you tell me why you paraded him through the streets and insulted him?"
"It's fun, it's fun. I've never seen such a eunuch, and neither has anyone else in France. Of course, I want everyone to open their eyes."
The mad king's words made Zhu Zhanzhen's anger almost burn down Notre Dame de Paris.
Every word was almost a ferocious whisper: "What else did you do to him?"
"What did you do? What else did you do? I forgot, I forgot." The Mad King burst into laughter. The interrogation had already made his mental state extremely unstable.
He kicked the Mad King in the face, causing his nose to bleed, but he was still laughing wildly.
Zhu Zhanzhen said indifferently to everyone present: "A lunatic cannot be held responsible for all crimes. I will not let go of anyone who has insulted my best friend, and I will not let go of anyone who has trampled on the dignity of Ming Dynasty.
I'll give you a chance. The Duke of Burgundy is also in my hands now. I can always find out things. There must be some of you who are not involved. You confess, you tell the truth, and you tell the truth.
Tell me and I will forgive you."
"If no one answers my question, then take them all down, and everyone in the French Palace will be imprisoned, tried one by one, and punished one by one!" Now the main figures in the French Palace were taken to Notre Dame.
A eunuch from the French Palace in the crowd shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness the King of the Sea, His Highness the King of the Sea, I will report it, I will report it."
Looking at the man who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, Zhu Zhanzhen asked with dignity: "Who are you?"
"I am the king's eunuch. I was... castrated... by the king's own hands."
"What are you reporting?"
"I reported to His Royal Highness Prince Charles and His Royal Highness the King that they cut off the legs of the Ming envoy together!"