Chapter 42 Send the King of Chu back to his homeland to rest in peace
With tears in Zhu Muchen's eyes, seeing his father spurting out a mouthful of blood, he could only kneel down obediently and choked up his voice, "My son hereby swears that in order for the foundation of the Ming Dynasty not to be shaken, and for the sake of his father's last wish, he will endure pain and hatred and never take revenge!"
If the dog emperor could have known about his father's good intentions, he would not have brought his father to this point. After Zhu Muchen said this oath, he felt as if his body was being pressed by a jack and he was lying on the ground.
The corner of Zhu Meng's mouth raised slightly, he could finally go with peace of mind. After he left, both his son and the princess would be safe and sound. Sacrificing him alone to protect the entire Prince of Chu's Mansion would not be a bad deal.
The winter in the north was very cold, but it could not cool Zhu Muchen's heart. He held his father's body in his hands, followed by the imperial guards. The prince was kind to them during his lifetime, and the tears on everyone's faces turned to ice.
"My condolences to the young prince. The reason why the prince persists until now is because he hopes to say a word to you. His wish in this life has been fulfilled. He has come out of Hu Xuankou. I hope that the young prince will forget it."
Pang Man knelt down with a plop. He had been by the prince's side for a long time these days and knew that the young prince was the one he cared about the most. He could not let anything happen to the young prince again.
Now the little prince, since the prince died, has not said a word, has not taken a bite, and is holding the prince's body. Although his hands are ulcerated at this time and may even be disabled, he refuses to use his hands on others. This lost soul
Even Uncle Ge was worried about his appearance, let alone Pang Man.
There was a group of people kneeling behind him. Zhu Muchen looked around. They were all supporting his father. His father was heading west. Are they worried that he and Zhu Di would come to blows?
"Don't worry, I know in my heart that I will never put my mother and concubine in trouble. I will never go back on my promise to my father. Don't stop me. I can't let my father's body live in a foreign land. I want to take him with me."
go home."
The snow on the ground creaked when they stepped on it. Zhou Yousheng and others who were waiting heard the noise and thought it was Mongolian soldiers. When they saw the heroic momentum, everyone put down their weapons one after another.
Prince Zhu Meng was a god-like existence to the entire military camp. Now that the gods are gone, how can they defeat those Mongolian soldiers with their help?
Zhou Yousheng led all the soldiers to kneel on both sides and waited for Zhu Muchen to pass by before getting up and following him.
Zhu Di was very angry. The vanguard army has been exploring the road for a long time, but no news has been received yet. The army is waiting here. It can't afford to waste it if this continues.
"Then there is no news about Zhu Muchen after being here for so long. Could something have happened to him? He can't do anything like this. It seems that I overestimated him."
Staying here every day is filled with real money and silver. Zhu Zhanji understands the emperor's worries, "Two days ago, Vice General Zhou sent news that they had moved forward for hundreds of meters, but
I have not met the Mongolian soldiers..."
"Climbing a hundred meters, do you deserve credit? You know, when Zhu Meng was here, he could have captured the Mongolian soldiers long ago in just a short amount of time!"
After Zhu Di finished speaking, he realized that Zhu Meng had been set up by him a long time ago and might have died at Hu Xuankou, and he was immediately speechless.
The King of Chu has been the vassal king for so many years and has always been against him. However, without the King of Chu, there are really not many useful talents around him. Zhu Di's eyebrows were stained with sadness, "You all go down, let me
Be alone!"
At this moment, a guard suddenly ran in and said, "The vanguard is back, and..."
Before the guards finished speaking, Zhu Di rushed out of the camp first, but when the smile on his face touched the King of Chu in Zhu Muchen's arms, his whole body froze. Zhu Meng, who had been so powerful all his life, was now covered with
The snow and armor have long been dyed dark red, with no life breath left.
All the soldiers in the camp had complicated expressions when they saw Zhu Meng's body. As their general, the King of Chu had led several victorious battles, but now he had ended up like this. Everyone couldn't help but sigh.
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Zhu Muchen knelt heavily on the ground, holding back the hatred in his heart as his body continued to tremble, "Mu Chen begs the emperor to send my father back to his homeland for burial for the sake of fighting for the Ming Dynasty."
The imperial guards of the Chu Palace also knelt down along with Zhu Muchen. The meaning was self-evident. The forces belonging to Zhu Di in the military camp also knelt on both sides. The King of Chu should be allowed to return to his homeland to rest in peace. If the body was in a different place, I am afraid that it would be
The people of Ming Dynasty were heartbroken.
Zhu Di's lips were dry and his tongue was dry. He was in the prime of employing people, but now he had to send a dead man back. No matter how hard he thought, he clenched his fists together. Are these people forcing him?
Zhu Muchen's hands were dripping with blood, and the blood congealed into a small ball in the snow. He repeatedly requested: "I beg the emperor to see that my father has worked hard, and for the sake of hard work without credit, please send him back to his hometown to rest in peace."
Following his voice, all the soldiers in the entire military camp shouted, "Send the King of Chu back to his homeland to rest in peace!"
Zhu Di took a few steps back. Although Zhu Meng was now designed to die at Hu Xuankou, was it still no match for his strength in the army?
"Mu Chen, it's not that I don't want to send the King of Chu back, but the situation is critical now, and the Mongolian soldiers are watching eagerly. If it were colder, more soldiers would be sacrificed. Are you willing to do so?"
"If King Chu was still alive, he would definitely not make such a decision. Mu Chen, you are putting me in such a difficult position!"
The emperor's meaning was understood by all the soldiers. Whether they should offend the emperor for the sake of the declining Chu Palace, or follow the emperor to continue the Northern Expedition, everyone understood in their hearts. Gradually, many people stood up. Only the imperial guards and Zhu Muchen did not.
Kneel down firmly.
My father sacrificed his life for the Ming Dynasty. Is this dog emperor unwilling to send even a team or two of troops back?
Zhu Muchen's breath was weak and he was in a state of despair, "Your Majesty, if you feel that the march has been delayed, I will personally escort your father's body back. I can't let him lie alone in the north. It's too cold, it's really too cold!"
Zhu Muchen lowered his head and put it close to King Chu's cold face, trying to find some warmth from it, but there was nothing.
The surrounding soldiers were extremely moved, but they could not change the cold heart of an emperor.
Zhu Zhanji, who was watching from the side, did not expect that when Zhu Muchen came, he was still a high-spirited young man. He could still vaguely remember him dancing and talking at the door of the supermarket, but now he had a lot of stubble, as if he had been whipped.
As if he had lost his soul, he clearly knew that the current emperor would not be able to delay the march at this time, but he was willing to offend the current emperor for a subtle hope. Such filial piety was what Zhu Zhanji wanted to fulfill.
"Grandpa Huang, everyone in the world praises you for being extremely benevolent. Please send a pair of men to help King Chu return to his homeland!"
The last straw that defeated Zhu Di was his grandson Zhu Zhanji. He looked at his grandson in disbelief. The two looked at each other, and Zhu Zhanji shook his head gently.
Zhu Di was tired these days and didn't want to cause any more troubles. Considering that Zhu Muchen still had a team of muskets, he finally compromised and said, "Send someone back and treat everyone in the Chu Palace well!"
"But Mu Chen, you don't have to go, just stay!"
Zhu Di's eyes flickered, and he turned around. If Zhu Muchen went back, he would definitely find that Princess Chu was dead, and there would be more trouble. It would be better to put her in the military camp first, and wait until the matter was completely suppressed. At that time, Zhu Muchen wanted to make trouble.
No matter how big the storm is, under his words, no matter how big the grievance is, he has to hold it back.
Pang Man held his weapon and wanted to get up to argue with the emperor, but Zhu Muchen stopped him. Being able to send his father back was already the biggest bargaining chip he could win, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly fell to the ground unconscious, but Zhu Di walked straight away without any intention of taking care of him. The soldiers could see clearly and no one dared to step forward.
Zhu Zhanji sighed. Zhu Muchen was almost turning into a bloody man. In response to the father-son affection he just expressed, he said, "You guys carry the man to my tent and call the accompanying military doctor over."
Pang Man was always guarding him, and the young prince was frightened in his sleep. A pair of military doctors who accompanied him spent a lot of effort to save him.
After three days, Zhu Muchen finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhu Zhanji. How could it be him?
"You finally woke up. If King Chu's body is left for a while, it will probably stink. I have made my own decision and sent someone to send it back."
Three days have passed. Zhu Muchen knew that if Zhu Zhanji hadn't stepped in, Zhu Di would not have agreed to let him send his father back. As long as his father went back, it would be fine. "Thank you, the great grandson!"
The smile on Zhu Zhanji's face deepened and he asked the people around him to get down. The reason why he helped Zhu Muchen that day was not just because he was moved by the relationship between father and son. He was an ambitious man. Others thought Zhu Muchen was a fool, but Zhu Zhan
Ji felt that Zhu Muchen must be capable if he could bring King Chu back from Hu Xuankou.
If you sell a hero a favor, you will definitely return it to him tenfold and a hundredfold in the future. Zhu Zhanji fulfilled Zhu Muchen's ambition in the future. Now his face is as gentle as jade, "I also think of my father, and I can't help but feel a little bit."
It's just emotional, your hands are almost useless and you still need to rest for a while."
Looking at his hands that were like rice dumplings, Zhu Muchen smiled bitterly, "I would rather my hands be crippled, and I also want my father to live."
After a long silence, a military doctor brought over some decoction and helped Zhu Muchen drink it. He then checked the frostbite on his hands and recovered slightly. "The young prince looked carefully at his body. The frostbite left roots. He must think about it when he returns to the capital."
The only way to keep it warm is to keep it warm. If I don’t keep it warm in time, it will relapse every year when the cold comes.”
With their fingers connected to their hearts, the military doctors shook their heads helplessly at such pain. Not many people could bear it. The young prince seemed to have a noble status, but he never groaned. He was really a man who could taste the suffering that others could not.
