Playing with the golden sword in his hand, Xie Yebaozong said with a sarcastic face, "Oh, what a coincidence, who is talking about the same thing? You are the orthodox His Majesty Xuanzong, but I, Zhu Jianji, am not?"
"Who dares to kill you?"
Zhu Jianji couldn't help but laugh, and then his face sank.
"I dare!"
The last sentence sounded like thunder, causing Zhu Qizhen to tremble, but Queen Qian's expression was indifferent, neither sad nor happy.
People have nothing to ask for, nothing to fear and nothing to worry about.
Zhu Qiyu felt that it was almost done, so he wanted to step forward and give instructions. Unexpectedly, Zhu Jianji seemed to have expected that he would come out to grab the pot, and said without looking back, "Xing'an!"
Xing'an immediately whispered to Zhu Qiyu: "Your Majesty, this slave has overstepped his bounds."
Step forward and stop Zhu Qiyu.
Xing'an would not let down His Highness the Crown Prince's filial piety, and he also wanted to protect Zhu Qiyu's reputation.
Zhu Qiyu was stunned for a moment. He wanted to reprimand Xing'an, but then he thought about it, that's all. His son's words have reached this point. Looking at the reactions of the ministers, it seems that killing the emperor's brother at this moment is not a big deal?
After all, the atmosphere has been heightened to this point.
But it’s hard to say what future generations will think.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Wei Nanfeng with earnest eyes, "Wei Tietuotuo, you have to write down what happened tonight in detail, and the National History Museum must also keep the files."
Lest future generations misunderstand his son.
Wei Nanfeng turned a blind eye.
This is his own job, and he doesn't need to be reminded by the emperor.
Wei Nanfeng dared to record Zhu Qiyu's molestation with a prostitute in Dongnuang Pavilion, let alone tonight's incident, which must be recorded word for word.
For the Ming Dynasty, and for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
Wei Nanfeng admired Zhu Jianji more and more.
When Zhu Jianji saw that Xing'an had stopped Zhu Qiyu, he felt relieved, looked at the ministers, and said loudly: "Tonight, in front of the memorial tablets of our ancestors in the Taimiao Temple, I will detail the crimes of the emperor. I dare not say what I said, and I will do what your majesty does not want."
OK, if you ministers think Gu is unfilial, you can impeach him. I promise you that I will never take this as a grudge. You can just speak freely in the court meetings tomorrow and after!"
Make a gesture.
But if someone really impeaches someone, Zhu Jianji will definitely write it down in a small notebook. I'm just talking about it, how dare you take it seriously?
Chengguo Gong Zhu Yi glanced at Zhang Mao who was standing next to him.
Zhu Yi is the son of Zhu Yong and the grandson of Zhu Neng, King of Dongping.
A noble and honorable person.
Unfortunately, in the 14th year of Zhengtong, Zhu Yong followed Zhu Qizhen to conquer Oara. As a forward, he was killed in an ambush in Yao'er Ridge. After Zhu Qiyu ascended the throne, he deprived Zhu Yong of his title. Later, due to the huge power of the civil servant group, he let Zhu Yi
He attacked the British Duke and guarded Nanjing.
But Zhu Yi is young, only twenty-one years old this year, and in terms of ability, he is not as good as Funing Hou Zhu Yong.
I returned to Beijing before the Spring Festival to report on my work. I wanted to return to Nanjing earlier, but Zhu Qiyu repeatedly persuaded me to stay.
Now he understood why His Majesty wanted to retain him.
At this time, it’s your turn, the descendants of the ministers who died in the Tumubao Incident, to come out and express your stance!
British Duke Zhang Mao, like Zhu Yi, came from a wealthy family.
His grandfather was Zhang Yu, king of Hejian, and his father was Zhang Fu, king of Dingxing County. Zhang Fu also died in the Tumubao Incident, but he was better than Zhu Yong and was posthumously named the county king in the second year of Jingtai.
In the third year of Jingtai's reign, when Zhang Mao was nine years old, he inherited the title of Duke of England.
He is seventeen years old this year.
He has been in Beijing. Because Zhang Mao followed Shi Heng in rebellion, Zhang Mao was almost imprisoned. Although His Majesty is kind, it is difficult for Zhang Mao to be reused without special circumstances.
Seeing Zhu Yi looking at him, he immediately understood.
The two men came out at the same time and said loudly: "The emperor broke the law and the common people are guilty. The emperor first caused trouble with the civil engineering, and now he is trying to divide the country and bring disaster to the Ming Dynasty. His Highness the Crown Prince's move is a strict law. I have this prince in the Ming Dynasty.
Truly a blessing for all eternity!”
Zhu Jianji didn't know these two guys.
One is in Nanjing all year round, and the other does not participate in the military because of his youth.
But looking at their official uniforms, I could make a rough guess.
Such a young prince...
Who else could it be besides Zhang Mao and Zhu Yi?
Happy.
Lao Zhu's skill is beautiful, but the ginger is still spicy.
The civil service group has been suppressing the military generals, but Zhang Mao and Zhu Yi stood up to support them in killing the Baozong. They had gained a certain prestige in the military, but the civil service group was still unable to grasp the leverage.
Seeing that the two princes had expressed their opinions, with them standing in front of them, what did everyone have to worry about? The other generals knelt down and saluted, and said loudly: "I second the proposal. Your Highness, the Crown Prince, reserves the throne in the East Palace. It is my great fortune for the Ming Dynasty!
"
A person with a military background...
Who doesn’t hate Baozong?
When those civil servants saw it, they thought, Damn it, this attitude is putting people on fire.
If you don't express your position, it won't be justified to His Majesty and the Prince. Then they will have small shoes to wear.
Anyway, the emperor is dead tonight.
At this time, it is better to quickly join the team.
Come on, take a stand.
With a roar, all the officials in Beijing, regardless of whether they were civil or military, knelt down and saluted.
Zhu Jianji was not exempt from courtesy.
He turned to look at Zhu Qizhen and said with a smile: "Can you tell me who dares to kill you now? Look, it's not just me, the orthodox Xuanzong, but all the civil and military officials in the entire Ming Dynasty. Everyone wants to kill you."
Zhu Qizhen's lips were trembling and he couldn't say a word.
Empress Qian said softly: "Your Highness, your Majesty is Xuanzong's orthodoxy after all, so you should be more dignified."
Zhu Jianji looked at this woman who was disabled in one leg and blinded in one eye.
Sighed.
He said: "When he called the soldiers outside Guancheng to surrender, didn't he think about dignity? Today when he followed Xu Bin out of the palace, intending to go south to split our country, didn't he think about dignity?"
"Queen, I respect you. After tonight, you will still be my queen of the Ming Dynasty."
This... is just a gesture.
In fact, once Baozong died, it was impossible for Queen Qian to continue to live.
Queen Qian remained silent.
Zhu Jianji took a step forward, looked down at Zhu Qizhen who was slumped on the ground, and said loudly: "Zhu Qizhen, look up at the Ancestral Temple, look at the ancestors of my old Zhu family, if you still have some conscience, kneel down
Go in front of the memorial tablet and tell me, the ancestors of the Zhu family, that you, Zhu Qizhen, are a subjugated king who brought disaster to the country and the people, and then apologize with death!"
Zhu Qizhen raised his head and wanted to look into the Ancestral Temple, but he shrank back in horror.
Don't dare to look.
I am ashamed of my ancestors.
Suddenly, he thought of something.
He looked at Zhu Qiyu and said urgently: "Qiyu, please tell Jianji and ask him to let me go. I am your biological brother. I will definitely stay in Nangong from now on and never go anywhere -"
Zhu Jianji sneered.
Clang!
A very soft voice.
The golden sword is unsheathed!
Before Zhu Qizhen finished speaking, he suddenly felt his collar tighten, his neck felt cold, and blood gurgled out.
My heart was horrified.
He covered his neck with both hands, trying to stop the blood, but it was in vain.
Zhu Jianji stood up and threw the blood-stained golden knife on the ground, which happened to fall at the feet of Queen Qian. Zhu Jianji looked at Zhu Qizhen struggling on the ground and felt that his chest was full of wine and he wanted to look up to the sky and scream!
Pleasure!
Cool!
At this moment, Zhu Jianji only felt that he had a greater sense of accomplishment than pacifying Shi Heng's rebellion. The man who harmed the Ming Dynasty had his throat cut with his own hands and could no longer cause trouble.
The resentment in my heart towards this period of history was vented at this moment!
This is what I, Zhu Jianji, should do!
This is the ending Tumu Castle should have!
This is what history should be like!
This is the pride that Ming Dynasty should have!
Even if I, Zhu Jianji, cannot create a prosperous Ming Dynasty in my life, this sword alone will make it worth it!
This sword, if future generations know it, will also be happy!
…
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Baozong went to study abroad again.
This time, he can never return to the country. This chapter has been completed!
