Chapter 3 The Necessity of Popularizing Mandarin ("")
"Your Majesty..." Fan Zhong was about to speak again, but was stopped by Zhu Qizhen's raised arm. "You are hiding here. As long as those Waci people find out that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty appears here, these Waci people will The bandits will definitely be overjoyed and cannot bear to search carefully. After they retreat, you can try to bring this edict to your waist and deliver it to the capital."
"But Your Majesty, how can the general bear to see you fall into the hands of the Wathorn bandit?" Fan Zhong gritted his teeth and stared viciously at the Wathorn man who was slowly moving upward at the foot of the hillside with a pair of big copper bell-like eyes. .
"Don't forget what I said before." Zhu Qizhen shouted in a low voice, and he managed to show off the air of an emperor. Unfortunately, after running for a day, he was as tired as a dead dog and could not show off his domineering power. I was angry, but at least it had some effect. "What's more, I predict that the people who came before me will not dare to be rude to me. You and I, the monarch and my ministers, will definitely meet each other."
"Your Majesty is right, the Ming Dynasty cannot be without a king for a day. Your Majesty's decision to make such a decision is really a blessing to our Ming Dynasty and the people of the world. I am willing to stay and continue to serve your Majesty." The head guard was also moved. I had to say with tears in my eyes.
"But Your Majesty, those tile thieves don't know you. What if..." The middle-aged eunuch's mouth began to tremble, and his face was as blue as if he had been painted with Delibon paint.
"Oh, yes, who of you understands the language of the Wasi people?" Zhu Qizhen slapped his forehead and thought of a serious problem. This was five or six hundred years ago, before the nationwide popularization of Mandarin, so he was just trying to speak a standard. Beijing movies are of some use. It seems that popular education in Mandarin is very necessary. Otherwise, even if you scream for mercy and point out the wrong person, the other party will think you are going to rob. That would be really unlucky...
"I know a little bit," the head guard said quickly.
Very good, all the problems have been solved, the severe situation cannot tolerate any more quibbles, and Fan Zhong also knows that Zhu Qizhen is using himself as a bait at this moment, which is an impossible method. It is for the beautiful today and the Ming Dynasty. Tough sacrifices to be made tomorrow and even in the future.
Fan Zhong, a ruthless general on the battlefield who understood justice well, now had tears in his eyes, and kowtowed to Zhu Qizhen three times: "Your Majesty, take care, even if I die, I will die under the capital city. Today, I will die under the city walls." I can no longer protect your majesty. I hope your majesty will take care of yourself. If anything happens to your majesty in the future, I will follow you under the Nine Springs." After saying this, Fan Zhong threw away the mace in his hand bitterly and picked up the mace. After passing the sword handed over by the head guard, he turned around and ran towards the bushes without looking back. After a while, under the low bushes and the twilight, the originally strong man could no longer be seen. And the figure of a powerful military commander.
Zhu Qizhen said with a regretful smile: "Unfortunately, there are too few hiding places here. Otherwise, I really hope you can all hide. In this case, if one more person goes back, there will be one more copy of this edict." Safety."
"Your Majesty, are they really not going to use weapons against you?" The head guard tightened his hand holding the weapon and couldn't help but ask again.
"As long as they know my identity, using me as a living former Ming emperor to receive a reward will always be more important than a personal head." Zhu Qizhen sighed. The figures of those Wathorn people became more and more clear. "It's just a pain for you." Zhu Qizhen looked at these seven or eight loyal guards, and felt warm in his heart. If it weren't for them, and the desperate protection of those dead guards, Zhu Qizhen believed that he was afraid When I just left the camp, I was chopped into pieces by those crazy Waci soldiers. But now, I have to take the initiative to appear in the eyes of those Waci soldiers.
"Your Majesty is for the eternal prosperity of the Ming Dynasty. Even if we die, we will have no regrets." The head guard smiled. The smile on his face was so sincere, revealing a sense of relief. And the guards with swords behind him
He also smiled. Looking at these good men who looked down upon death, Zhu Qizhen felt an indescribable shock in his heart. It was people like this who supported the Ming Dynasty and were able to control most of the Eurasian continent.
The Mongols were driven out of the Central Plains and continued to struggle for hundreds of years.
Who said that the backbone of the Chinese people had become extinct in the Song Dynasty? Looking at the Waci people who were struggling to climb up the hillside, screaming with their teeth and claws, Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath of the salty smell.
He raised his head in the air and allowed the howling wind to dry away the moisture in his eyes. At this moment, the dignity of being an emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the dignity of a Han emperor made him forget everything.
Fearful, he stood there, overlooking the thorn cavalry at the foot of the mountain, as if they were just disgusting reptiles.
"#￥%#&@@..." The guard leader had already thrown away the weapon in his hand, stood in front of Zhu Qizhen, and shouted loudly in his halting Mongolian. And Zhu Qizhen
He could only continue to stand there stupidly, surrounded by a group of guards who obeyed his orders and dropped their weapons and became unarmed, standing there and posing.
The roar of the guard leader first made the Waqi cavalry who had approached them no more than twenty steps away look at each other, and then they seemed to be arguing about something, while several Waqi cavalry held up the scimitars in their hands, looking eager to try.
Zhu Qizhen's heart suddenly rose to his throat when he saw the performance of these Wathorn soldiers.
At this moment, a Chinese voice sounded out from among the cavalry. A well-armored man pushed aside the soldiers blocking him and came out, standing in front of Zhu Qizhen and others.
In front of him, a pair of slit eyes looked fiercely at the guards who had thrown away their weapons.
Finally, his eyes fell on Zhu Qizhen, who was standing in a circle surrounded by guards, and he shouted in blunt Chinese: "Who is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty? Come forward."
Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath, tried hard to push away the guards who were trying to protect him in the center with their bodies to avoid injury, and walked out slowly, trying his best to control the two soft legs that were almost unable to stand.
Zhu Qizhen kept hypnotizing himself that he was playing a fully simulated three-dimensional personal role-playing game. He tried hard to stand up straight. "I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."
"You said you were the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor of the Han people?" The slit eyes of this Waci centurion showed a cruel and fierce light, and his hand was already on the handle of the scimitar at his waist.
The tall and burly Han man in front of him was indeed dressed in unusually luxurious clothes, and the color of his clothes was a bright yellow that most people would never dare to wear. This made the Centurion of Washi couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. Could it be that he had really caught one?
