You spoke impassionedly, but then you turned around and sent me on my way first? Are you sick?
However, Wang Qin grabbed him and dragged him over without any explanation.
Zhu Qiyu looked at him calmly: "Prince, in the past eight years, if I really wanted to kill you, who could protect you?"
"I'm not killing you today because of your biological father, Zhu Qizhen."
"But."
"As the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty and the future emperor, you should be as generous as a king who dies for his country!"
"Don't be like Zhu Qizhen, be like a dog and wag its tail first to beg for mercy! In order to survive, take Wala as your father and mother!"
"He is the emperor of Ming Dynasty!"
"Not a dog!"
"I am the fourth-generation hero of the Ming Dynasty!"
"There are no cowards!"
"Come on, Prince, it doesn't hurt, you'll be fine soon!"
Zhu Qiyu pulled out the Emperor's Sword and pointed the tip of the sword towards Zhu Jianshen.
Zhu Jianshen sat on the ground and kept rubbing back, his face full of fear and tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
There was a rush of heat in my crotch, and I peed my pants for the third time.
"Coward!"
"A coward like your father!"
"How can we, the royal family of the Ming Dynasty, be such a coward! He deserves to be killed!"
Zhu Qiyu was furious.
You're not a coward, why don't you stab yourself to death first?
You are targeting me!
Zhu Jianshen used his hands and feet to retreat desperately.
"Your Majesty, please wait..."
Wang Qin seemed to hear the sound of horse hooves.
But Zhu Qiyu couldn't help but stabbed him with his sword.
"Ah!" Zhu Jianshen screamed miserably.
But Wang Qin hugged Zhu Qiyu tightly and shouted: "Your Majesty, there is the sound of horse hooves! The sound of horse hooves!"
But this sword has already struck.
Zhu Jianshen screamed, trembled, and lost control of his bowels and urine!
The scream sounded like someone was really stabbed to death.
As a result, Zhu Qiyu lowered his head and saw that his sword had pierced the prince's lower body!
The skin was not injured at all, but the tip of the sword was stuck in the trousers, turning the good trousers into a pair of trousers.
"Where did the sound of horse hooves come from?" Zhu Qiyu really didn't mean it. This kid retreated too fast and it was his own fault.
"It's the movement at the Meridian Gate! It must be the Beijing camp coming!"
Wang Qin's face was full of excitement and he shouted to the imperial guard: "Yu Shaobao has arrived! The Beijing camp has entered the palace! Everyone, cheer up and protect the emperor!"
He asked the eunuchs to surround Zhu Qiyu.
Xuanying raised her eyebrows, her eyes shining with pride.
But at this moment, a group of defeated troops came in embarrassment. When they got closer, they saw it was Gao Gu. He was disheveled and very embarrassed.
"Your Majesty, the Huiyin Gate is lost and the prince is seriously injured..." Gao Gu's voice was sad.
Zhu Qiyu was about to get furious.
With a bang, Fengtian Gate was broken!
The border troops rushed in like wolves and tigers. The guards did not even dare to resist. They knelt down and surrendered. There was a chaos in front of the door.
"Your Majesty, come into the palace quickly!"
Wang Qin protected Zhu Qiyu and retreated into Fengtian Hall.
Zhu Qizhen's whole body exuded a stench, his eyes were red, like a bloodthirsty beast, he rushed in with his sword: "Zhu Qiyu! Get out!"
He exploded!
First, I was scolded by the prince and lost my face.
Then he was slapped in the face by Persimmon, leaving no trace of the emperor's dignity.
He is not the emperor now, but the flame of revenge!
The fire that burns the sky and the earth!
Burn Zhu Qiyu to death and beat to death that rebellious and unfilial bastard Zhu Jianshen!
With a bang, the gate of Fengtian Hall closed.
But Zhu Jianshen shrank his head like a quail, because he was a step too slow and was locked at the door.
"The traitor! The traitor!"
When Zhu Qizhen saw him, he became furious and rushed over with his sword in hand.
Zhu Jianshen is really a bitch.
After eight years as emperor, his crazy uncle wanted to kill him, and his biological father, who had been imprisoned for seven years, also wanted to kill him. What did I do wrong? Why are they all targeting me? I'm only ten years old!
Zhu Jianshen did not dare to kneel down to plead guilty, so he ran away.
"Stop! Stop, you bastard!"
Zhu Qizhen raised his sword and went after him.
But he was pulled back by Shi Biao: "Your Majesty, business matters are important!"
Zhu Qizhen glanced at him coldly, and Shi Biao shrank his neck: "Your Majesty, Yu Qian has led his troops into the palace. Let's fight quickly."
"Yu Qian?"
Zhu Qizhen's eyes were full of ferocity: "Okay, kill Zhu Qiyu first, and then kill that little bastard. I don't have such a villain! Bump the door!"
"Yes!"
Shi Biao organized his soldiers to break into the door.
He sent someone to inform his uncle to quickly support Fengtian Palace.
At this time, the eunuch Liu Yongcheng who was attacking Huiyinmen also gathered with his troops.
"Join the Emperor!"
Although Liu Yongcheng was an eunuch, he was a famous general. He accompanied Taizong in his five expeditions to Mobei. During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong, he put down the rebellion of the King of Han, and repeatedly defeated the three guards, making great military achievements.
After Zhu Qiyu succeeded to the throne, he attached great importance to such people and ordered him to control the capital.
But even if the original owner was beaten to death, he would never have thought that this was another young man!
Not only him.
His adopted son Liu Ju was a die-hard loyalist of Zhu Qizhen.
"What do you call me?" Zhu Qizhen's voice was low.
"Slave Liu Yongcheng, long live the emperor!" Liu Yongcheng lay on the ground.
The corners of Zhu Qizhen's mouth turned up.
Looking at the extremely familiar Fengtian Temple, eight years later, he is back!
The guy who stole the throne will soon receive the most cruel punishment in the world! I will make him live and die!
Bang!
Fengtianmen was broken!
Zhu Qizhen's eyes burst out with blazing light.
Back!
I'm back!
Eight years later, I finally came back and ruled the world again!
He stood at the gate of Fengtian Hall and looked into the hall.
Everything was so familiar, even a floor tile gave him a sense of familiarity.
He is back, Zhu Qizhen is back!
After eight years of suffering, it was all worth it.
Just...
There was a mouse, a mouse that made him feel extremely bad. He sat on the throne and looked at him condescendingly!
Even though he has been defeated, he is still looking at me like a winner!
Why are you looking at me like that?
You have been defeated. You should kneel at my feet and beg me to forgive you?
Isn't it?
That's how I was right and first...
Zhu Qiyu!
Those disharmonious scenes flashed through his mind, and he suffered more losses today than he suffered in a year in Wala!
Zhu Qizhen's eyes were filled with anger and he pointed at him: "Zhu Qiyu! You dare to live, that's great!"
"Zhu Qizhen, why don't you kneel down when you see me?"
Zhu Qiyu, who was sitting on the dragon chair, spoke slowly. He sat upright, leaning on the Emperor's Sword, and looked down at Zhu Qizhen.
"You are worthy of calling me!"
Zhu Qizhen screamed: "Illegitimate son! Shameless illegitimate son! Get off!"
"Haha."
"Zhu Qizhen, poke your chest with your hand and ask yourself, are you worthy of sitting on this dragon chair?"
"I will not mention the defeat of Tumubao, nor will I mention that you recognized Wala as your parent, nor will I mention that you called Yu Xuanda! I will not mention any of these!"
"I'm just asking you!"
"As a historian, how should you write this history?"
"We, the glorious Ming Dynasty, reshaped China's clothes and clothes and recreated China. How great it is!"
"The four generations of heroic masters were all virtuous kings with countless great achievements!"
"I ask you, how do you want the historian to write about you?"
"Why do you have the honor to enter our Zhu family's ancestral temple? Along with the four emperors Taizu, Taizong, Renzong and Xuanzong?"
"Are you shameless?"
"Do you need to call the door?"
"Do you rely on being a Hanjian?"
"Are we still going to rely on you to restore power by force?"
"Hahahaha!"
Zhu Qiyu laughed loudly and suddenly stopped: "I'm asking you, what qualifications do you have to sit on this dragon chair again?"
"Answer me!"
"Zhu Qizhen!"
Zhu Qizhen's whole body was shaking. He didn't want to hear Zhu Qiyu speak anymore, not a word, not a word.
His words were like knives, each word piercing his heart.
I didn’t even dare to look at him...
"Go, catch him! Go!" Zhu Qizhen pointed at Shi Biao and roared.
Shi Biao promised.
He walked up the steps step by step, walking on Danbi.
As the son of a border general, he is not even qualified to enter the Fengtian Palace.
Stepping on Danbi, he was getting closer and closer to the dragon throne. Looking at the emperor sitting on the dragon throne, his heart was slightly shaken. Zhu Qiyu's face was full of arrogance, with a bit of disdain in his expression.
He had met the Emperor before, but at that time Zhu Qiyu was weak and easy to bully, looking like a good old man and exuding the spirit of a small family.
Why, when I look at him now, he is full of... heroic spirit!
Yes, it’s heroic!
So what, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy, the power struggle only depends on winning or losing, everything else is useless.
But.
Zhu Qiyu suddenly stood up and swung his sword fiercely.
Shi Biao was startled.
Seeing Zhu Qiyu's haggard appearance that could be knocked down by the wind, he never thought that Zhu Qiyu would dare to slash him with his sword.
By the time he reacted, it was already too late.
The sword edge tore his body apart, and he rolled down Danbi's bed. The Emperor's Sword left a shallow trace of blood on his body.
"How can the Emperor's elixir be set foot on by people other than the Emperor!"
Zhu Qiyu panted heavily while leaning on his sword, with an angry look on his face: "Zhu Qizhen, do you want to be an emperor or a puppet?"
"What is Danbi? It is a symbol of imperial power!"
"Those who are not emperors will die if they step on it!"
"If you let a foreign minister step onto the throne of Emperor Dan, will you also let him sit on the dragon's throne? Become an emperor?"
"Zhu Qizhen, you useless person!"
"I can't keep the throne!"
"Now that you have won, as a victor you dare not step onto the throne in person to drive me, the dying king, off. Who are you?"
"And you!"
"I will cut you into pieces with a thousand swords and kill all ten of your clans!"
Zhu Qiyu pointed his sword at Shi Biao: "You take one more step up, and I'll take a look!"
Shi Biao swallowed his saliva inexplicably.
Obviously he is tall, strong and brave, while Zhu Qiyu is weak and frail, but he is actually a little scared in his heart.
Xuanying, who was huddled in the corner, saw all this in her eyes, her eyes filled with shock. The Supreme Emperor clearly had the upper hand, but he was crushed by Jinshang!
Don’t they all say that today’s people are weak and can be bullied?
But when he struck out with his sword, he didn't look weak at all. He was clearly full of heroic spirit.
The one who is weak and can be bullied is probably the Supreme Emperor...
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