The dazzling sunlight shone on his body, and his face was covered with a layer of faint golden light, making his whole body seem to be rippling with a layer of golden halo. He stood in the wind, with his robe sleeves flying fiercely.
"Don't force me to kill you!" Ye Xian narrowed his eyes with extremely vicious eyes. The sword in his hand was half-sheathed. The bright light of the sword was filled with bone-chilling chill. The sound of grinding teeth as it was unsheathed was like the evil spirit from hell.
Ghostly bloodthirsty **.
"It's the right time to sacrifice one's life for righteousness. My good head is here. If you want to take it, please do it yourself!" Zhu Qizhen's spine was straight, facing the fierce wind, with a relaxed and cheerful smile on his face, and his voice
It was so exciting that even the strong wind could not tear it apart or tear it into pieces. It was like the heavy hammer that hit the hearts of the Tatars so hard that they almost lost their breath and thinking.
Suddenly, Yuan Bin seemed to have seen that scene more than a hundred years ago, standing on the execution ground of Dadu in the Yuan Dynasty, the generous man loudly recited the quatrains sung through the ages, generously sacrificing his life for righteousness, and his tears did not know when to blur.
He closed his eyes and knelt down in front of Zhu Qizhen, lying on the ground in silence for a long time.
Ha Ming bowed deeply. The three masters and servants stood and knelt down. Looking from behind the sunshine, the tall and burly Zhu Qizhen looked like the one who should have stood outside Xuanfu City for thousands of years.
The proud boulders on the hillside...
The strong wind blew the thorny battle flag fiercely, and the gentle cry of the war horses echoed in the wilderness. I first looked at the master and the two servants, and the half-sheathed scimitar seemed to be louder than the declared sound.
The masonry of the city wall of the mansion was even heavier. For a moment, I was speechless. At this moment, I had the illusion that I was a humble prisoner of war at Zhu Qizhen's feet.
"He's a good man..." General Wacci muttered in a low voice, shook his head secretly, reined in his horse, and turned away. He felt that he didn't want to face that figure again, as if he could take one more look at it.
, your eyes will be blinded by the glare.
Boyan Tiemu'er looked at Zhu Qizhen's straight back, followed his gaze, and saw the same fluttering, proudly straight battle flag on the top of Xuanfu City, which looked so eye-catching and majestic...
"I, Wac, really underestimate the heroes in the world..." Boyan Tiemuer sighed deeply, and patted his beloved horse under him with a somewhat lonely look, as if talking to himself, and as if speaking.
sigh.
On the top of the city, Xuanfu guard Yang Hong, dressed as an ordinary Ming soldier, held a wooden gun in his hand, trying hard to see clearly the figure wearing Ming yellow robes a hundred steps away, although he could not hear
The answer that came from there.
But he still saw the scene of the Wa assassin general drawing his sword, and the bright yellow figure stood so proudly, as straight as the green pine scattered by the sun. Yang Hong couldn't help but his eyes were hot, and he slowly
He knelt down on the city wall, holding the wooden gun with too much force, and his nails dug out his fingers to bleed, but he did not feel any pain at all. He knew that after today's scene, he would not die until he died.
I won’t forget, and I don’t want to forget…
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It's approaching autumn, and the vast plains are full of heavy golden colors and mature charm. However, along the way, we can only see the Waci soldiers whizzing back and forth in front of us, but we can't see the happy farmers at all.
Children playing in the fields, and the few smoke from the cooking pots.
Looking at the heavy bunch of golden spikes in his hand, Zhu Qizhen stood up amid the impatient urgings of the cavalrymen, tightened his hands again, and glanced lightly at Wilson and the others.
The man took steps and continued walking along the road.
"This Southern Emperor really doesn't want to live anymore." Staring at Zhu Qizhen's back, recalling the scene where Zhu Qizhen stood proudly under the hillside a few days ago, Wilson felt discouraged for no reason, **
Erxun raised his riding whip and slashed it into the air like a sword, thinking angrily. He turned around and ordered his men to continue moving forward, making sure that Zhu Qizhen and his party were not out of sight.
"Your Majesty, if you're tired, why don't you get in the car and rest for a while?" Ha Ming, who was driving the bullock cart, saw Zhu Qizhen's slightly staggering steps and called out again.
Zhu Qizhen smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, you can get used to it if you walk more. Speaking of which, these days, my walking time is getting longer and longer. Maybe one day, with my legs, I can get used to it."
You can also walk back to the Ming Dynasty and the capital."
Hearing this, Yuan Bin, who was following Zhu Qizhen, felt his chest heat up for no reason. "Your Majesty will definitely be able to go back."
"Of course. As long as we live, we will be able to return to the Ming Dynasty." Zhu Qizhen smiled, and his happy mood even made him ignore the stinging pain coming from the soles of his feet.
The carriages and horses were moving slowly, and the journey was still going on. But today, Zhu Qizhen was still like the previous days. He did not sit in the oxcart, but walked step by step with his own legs until he was really
When you can't walk anymore, you will go back to the bullock cart to rest for a while, then jump out of the bullock cart and continue moving forward.
Around him, the soldiers were watching the strange behavior of the great emperor with cold eyes. Some of them were even chatting wantonly, making provocative and arrogant laughter from time to time. Ha Ming, who knew Mongolian, had a look on his face.
He was as gloomy as iron, but every time he wanted to refute or scold back, he was stopped by Zhu Qizhen's eyes.
"Although I am the Emperor of Heaven, we are now in the enemy's camp. I can guarantee your safety when you are by my side, but I cannot guarantee that everyone will not be humiliated. After all, our status is now just a group of prisoners."
"But I swear, any humiliation we suffered in Wasi camp today will be returned to them a hundred times in the future!" Zhu Qizhen swore viciously when the three of them faced each other in private.
No matter how Ha Ming and Yuan Bin tried to persuade him, Zhu Qizhen did not ride the bullock cart again. It was not because he was crazy and wanted to torture himself, but as a senior travel enthusiast from the 21st century, he knew very well that good health cannot be achieved by sitting down.
, but you need to force yourself to exercise.
It seems that except for Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di, two outstanding men who spent their entire lives in the military, few of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty seemed to have lived long lives. Regardless of whether it was due to genetic diseases or not, the most important thing was to exercise their bodies well.
When Zhu Yuanzhang was young, he led his army to conquer the east and west all day long. And Zhu Di was not bad either. When he was old, he often organized self-guided tour groups of murderers and arsonists to travel on the prairie, so his physique was quite strong.
After that, my grandfather and father must have been inactive for many years. Without physical exercise, they would naturally become weak and sick, so their lives were short-lived.
As an outstanding time traveler from later generations, Zhu Qizhen has always regarded the saying that the body is the capital of revolution as a classic.
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ps: Dear friends, you have worked too hard. If the weather is clear, I will feel sorry for you if you don’t work hard. Today, in order to celebrate breaking into the top ten, I have specially added an update to thank you for your strong support! Please don’t relax and continue to work hard!