.Didn’t his brother Zhu Qizhen suffer bad luck because of the imperial commander’s personal expedition? Why would he have to do this again?
"How deliberately do those ministers insist on letting us two brothers meet? My good brother, since you are determined to lead the army to fight for the Ming Dynasty, and you have such courage, why do you have to accept the fate of being captured?
Humiliating..." Zhu Qiyu couldn't help but push all his dissatisfaction onto Zhu Qizhen. He wished that Zhu Qizhen had died under that earthen fort at that time, so how could he be here today.
Just when Zhu Qiyu was thinking wildly, the chariot under him gradually moved slowly, and a high-pitched and humble voice rang in his ears. "Your Majesty, you have arrived at the Desheng Gate. Please alight from the chariot..."
About a mile away from Zhu Qiyu's royal chariot, on the main road, the former Queen Qian, whose face was full of tears, was sitting in a phoenix chariot with the Empress Dowager Sun, also rushing towards the Desheng Gate.
"Your Majesty, I have come to see you..." Qian Niang, who has become more and more haggard these days, is looking at the tall gate tower at the end of the road, murmuring, Queen Mother Sun is in tears, if
If Qian Niang hadn't begged her hard, why would she come here in person, which would only add to the sadness.
"That's good, the Ai family can also take one more look at my unfilial prince..."
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"Look, what are you doing over there?" A soldier of the Ming Dynasty who was standing on guard at the gate tower of Deshengmen suddenly pointed forward and shouted in a low voice. The chief next to him suddenly leaned out and looked out and saw a group of tiles.
The Stinging Knights were surrounding a carriage, slowly heading towards Desheng Gate. You could see a figure in a bright yellow robe sitting on the carriage, and you couldn't help but blush slightly.
Change: "Could it be His Majesty?"
Exclamations echoed on the city walls of the Ming Dynasty. At this moment, the pale-faced Zhu Qiyu had just stepped onto the Deshengmen tower...
"Unexpectedly, it turns out that the city walls of Beijing are so tall and majestic..." Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting on the carriage slowly approaching the Desheng Gate of Beijing, was surprisingly not nervous at all, but instead spoke with great interest.
Looking at this majestic Ming Dynasty Imperial Capital.
The shape of this carriage is extremely unique, and the interior decoration is extremely luxurious. However, around the carriage, wooden boards as thick as human arms are nailed into a cover, just like a prison carriage. There is a man sitting in front of the carriage.
The Wac driver controlled four strong horses, pulling this most gorgeous prison car of this era, heading towards Desheng Gate.
At this moment, the people who surrounded Zhu Qizhen's car and drove slowly forward were Nelson and his entourage who were ordered by Boyan Tiemur to guard his great emperor. At this moment, Nelson saw that Zhu Qizhen still had an expression on his face.
As usual, while secretly admiring me, I also felt a little uneasy.
Nearly a thousand fine riders followed the carriage towards Deshengmen. As Zhu Qizhen suddenly raised his head and looked at the tower of Deshengmen, he saw the symbol representing the emperor.
The emperor's guard of honor was flying high on the city tower. He was stunned for a moment, and then he figured out why his brother appeared here.
Zhu Qizhen was really curious about this younger brother whom he had never met. Historically, Zhu Qizhen kept this good brother in a small dark room for eight years. If it weren't for several ministers,
Taking advantage of Zhu Qiyu's serious illness, he supported Zhu Qizhen and carried out a coup to seize the door. I am afraid that Zhu Qizhen will only be able to hide in the corner and draw circles for the rest of his life.
The dragon flag of the Ming Dynasty on top of the city was flying and sweeping against the biting cold wind. On the top of the city, countless figures were running around, with the sound of clashing weapons, the scraping of armor leaves, and the sound of surprise coming from time to time.
The voice, everything made Zhu Qizhen feel extraordinarily cordial.
On top of the city, dozens of civil and military ministers all stood in front of the female wall. Looking at the bright yellow figure on the prison car on the other side of the moat, several old ministers had tears streaming down their faces and were choked with tears.
Yu Qian's face turned red, and his eyes were fixed on the Waji Jingqi that was escorting Zhu Qizhen. His eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, and the knuckles of the hand holding the long sword at his waist were already white.
Zhu Qiyu was sitting on a temporary chair, his head lowered slightly, as if he was asleep. Only Wang Cheng, the confidant eunuch serving beside Zhu Qiyu, knew that Zhu Qiyu's hand, which was holding the jade pendant around his waist, was shaking slightly.
No matter it was at the top of the city or below the city, there was a dead silence at the moment. Even the restless war horses stopped their four hooves at this moment and looked around docilely.
On the high slope in the distance, a man in brocade robes and golden armor patted his horse first. The smile on his face was indescribably joyful and proud. Behind him, all the Washi officers also had expressions on their faces.
He was full of joy, chatting and laughing easily, as if the fortified city was not worth mentioning and could be conquered overnight.
Boyan Tiemur had a faint smile on his face, but when he saw the back of Zhu Qizhen standing up slowly on the carriage, Boyan Tiemur tilted his head rather unbearably...
"Is there anyone on the top of the city?!" Zhu Qizhen stood up straight and tried hard to pat his robe clean with his sleeves. This dragon robe was also a captured victory product of the Waci people, and he
The one he originally wore was already tattered and shapeless. A few days ago, it was specially sent as a costume for his performance. Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but laugh at himself.
Zhu Qizhen's voice was slightly hoarse, but it was still loud. It seemed exceptionally clear and high in this wilderness. However, after his roar, there was no echo from the top of the city, even if it was
Zhu Qizhen could see pairs of black and white eyes through the gaps in the female wall. Their eyes were full of surprise, pity, coldness, contempt and sympathy. They were young or old vivid faces.
But he couldn't hear a single response.
Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but laugh at himself, yes, there is an emperor on top of the city. He is just a big unlucky guy who was captured by the Wazi people. But now that he appears here, he is described as greedy for life and afraid of death.
It's not an exaggeration, not to mention that the civil and military ministers who came to the city wall, as well as his own brother, should understand that the reason he came here was to undermine the morale of the Ming Dynasty defenders?
Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath, and his voice was much higher than before. "I know there is someone above the city."
The Wathorn cavalry beside him were not nervous at all. They all raised their eyes and looked at the Emperor of Heaven who was shouting with contempt and even pity.
The wind roared from the ground and the river, and the dust and grass clippings it rolled up almost caught Zhu Qizhen's eyes. The silence made Zhu Qizhen feel extremely sad, even chilling to the bone.
Is this the hometown I long to return to? Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but murmured to himself...
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