Chapter 2 The extremely depressing blood edict ("")
But before that, we must first convince this group of subordinates who are loyal and courageous and will not surrender. Although they have not spoken yet, if some blind guy wants to die for his country and he does not want to die, then
It is easy to cause conflicts.
You can't tell them with a sincere face: Brother, let's surrender together. This ethnic minority brother is actually not bad. Not only will he not abuse us, but he will also entertain us with delicious food. The so-called meat for every meal,
Let’s have some wine. After our long trip on the prairie, we can return to the capital to sit in a small dark room and eat vegetarian food for several years to clear our stomachs. After that, the emperor will go crazy again, and the emperor will take the initiative again.
I will demote you to the rank of emperor and then grant you high officials.
It's completely nonsense to say this now, and it's also very shameless. I can't put it on my face. After all, I will be an outstanding young worker who serves as a role model in future generations. I can't just lose my face as soon as I get to ancient times.
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Since you want to survive, you will definitely return to the capital one day, so why don't you do something now? At least give your good brother two sweet dates in advance, and then maybe you will live in a small dark room in the future.
The conditions will be better when the time comes.
"Do you have paper and pen?" Zhu Qizhen, who had already made up his mind, turned around and asked the middle-aged eunuch beside him.
The middle-aged eunuch was stunned and looked at Zhu Qizhen stupidly. "Your Majesty, I didn't bring any slaves with me." That's right. He almost lost his life after escaping. Who still remembers the four treasures of the study? Besides, he is a eunuch, and
If you are not a literary young man, why do you carry those things with you?
"Bring the knife." Zhu Qizhen knew that time was tight and could not delay, so he reached out and grabbed the sword in the hand of the head guard.
"Your Majesty, you can't." The guard leader was stunned at first, and then he knelt down on the ground with tears streaming down his face. Everyone else also knelt down in unison. Zhu Qizhen, who knew what these people were thinking, couldn't laugh or cry. "
Don't worry, I don't want to commit suicide, but I want to write an imperial edict to pass the throne."
He grabbed the knife and opened his cloak, revealing the bright yellow dragon robe he was wearing. He swiped the big blade a few times and cut off a large piece of the front.
"Edict of succession?..." Fan Zhong was also stunned, staring blankly at the piece of dragon robe front that Zhu Qizhen had cut off.
Looking at the front piece spread out on the ground, Zhu Qizhen was a little confused for a moment. If he didn't have paper, he could use a cloth bag; if he didn't have a pen, he could use his fingers instead, but if he didn't have ink, he couldn't spit and write, right?
Zhu Qizhen looked at his fingers, gritted his teeth, and prepared to put his dirty index finger into his mouth to bleed himself, playing a classic scene that often appears in historical dramas: "Blood Edict"
At that moment.
"Your Majesty, please use my blood." The head guard was really a close person. He quickly understood Zhu Qizhen's difficulties and generously lifted off a piece of his armor, revealing a piece of armor that was still there.
In the bleeding wound. My loyal minister... Zhu Qizhen looked at the head guard and couldn't help but feel the urge to burst into tears.
If in the future, I am hospitalized for appendicitis surgery, and the patient in the next bed has no ink, I will never be able to volunteer myself. If that girl dares to say to me that she wants to use the blood from my wound to write a love letter to win over a girl, etc.
It would be strange not to be beaten into a pig's head by yourself.
"...Thank you." Zhu Qizhen knew that when he wanted to be moved, he had to look at the timing to say something that would make people burst into tears. At least it was not the time of the whole Qiong Yao drama. The wound on the back of the guard leader was still there after his fingers were touched.
With warm blood, he took a deep breath and wrote on the piece of dragon robe his first edict after traveling to ancient times and becoming emperor: an edict to abdicate and pass on the throne.
I had just traveled through time and had to hand over the throne of the emperor. Who could be as miserable as me? Zhu Qizhen’s heart was bleeding and his eyes were filled with tears, and his fingers were trembling.
I have no virtue and only trusted Wang Zhen, which led to the defeat of Tumubao. I am ashamed of my ancestors and are in trouble today... From now on, I have decided to pass it on to my younger brother, King Zhu Qiyu... This short edict will be written soon.
What makes Zhu Qizhen satisfied is that he not only inherited part of the memory in his original body, but also inherited a lot of his knowledge. Otherwise, if he wrote an imperial edict in simplified Chinese, he would not be regarded as insane.
It’s weird to be crazy.
The signature was naturally Zhu Qizhen's name, and there was a bloody finger print. After writing this brief and plain blood edict, Zhu Qizhen touched his body for a long time, and finally felt the finger print tied around his waist.
He put a small seal close to his body, then pressed the seal with blood inside the blood edict and raised his eyes.
"Today, I will definitely not be able to escape. Please listen to me first. Now, I am trapped outside. The Ming Dynasty can live without me, but it cannot live without the emperor. Therefore, someone must bring this blood edict back to the capital. From today on
"Come on, I am no longer the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. The emperor of the Ming Dynasty is my biological brother Zhu Qiyu." Zhu Qizhen looked at the dozen people in front of him and said every word.
Everyone was choking. Even Fan Zhong was crying like a child. Zhu Qizhen, who was pretending to be acting, couldn't help but feel sad. Think about it, he had just traveled through time and became the emperor, but in the end he changed hands and took the throne.
It's true that there is a bit of ambiguity in giving someone away, but it's not enough to be idiosyncratic, comrades.
The big step back today is for the big step forward in the future. Comrade Zhu Qizhen's son Zhu Jianshen is now just a little kid about two years old who has not been weaned. In this kind of Ming Dynasty, life and death are at stake, and there is a crisis of changing dynasties.
, pass the throne to a little kid who knows nothing, and if the famous Ming civil servant group who always enjoys fighting with the emperor will listen, then the toad lying in the mud can also eat swan meat.
Therefore, Zhu Qizhen would not be stupid enough to take such a risk. Instead, he decided to follow the original historical trend and directly give up his position to his younger brother Zhu Qiyu. At least he could win the favor of some ministers and his brother.
Favorability, well, according to the parlance of Taiwan's political elections, it is called increased impression points.
After all, I only have a rough understanding of the history of the Ming Dynasty, so I'd better be cautious now and follow the original historical direction.
"General Fan, I'm afraid I can only entrust you with this matter." Zhu Qizhen looked left and right, and finally solemnly delivered the blood edict to Fan Zhong's hands, along with the half bag of clean water.
He took it from the eunuch's hand and handed it to Fan Zhong's hand.