Chapter fifty-six Han clothes and crowns, long bow
.A moist delicate hand did not know when it fell on Zhu Qizhen's hand holding the reins. Zhu Qizhen was slightly stunned and raised his eyes to look at the owner of this delicate hand, Princess Naren.
"My eldest brother and my second brother have already agreed to your request. Don't be too sad, you know?" Looking at this charming face showing deep concern and the reassuring soft voice, Zhu Qizhen said
He showed a faint smile and nodded. "Thank you..."
This sentence was very soft, so soft that even Na Ren thought she had heard it wrong. Looking at Zhu Qizhen's figure galloping towards the place where the prisoners of war were gathering, Na Ren felt like there was a panicked deer.
The pounding in her heart made her face feel hot and hot. "He actually thanked me?" The corners of her mouth turned up slightly involuntarily, and a sweet smile rippled from the corners of her mouth.
Open it up and spread it on her pretty face.
"Who is coming?" A prisoner of war stood up and stared at the person who was riding ahead. After seeing the face of the person clearly, the face of the captured Ming Dynasty guard instantly turned red.
"Your Majesty! It's your Majesty, it's Long Live the Lord!"
One person, two people, and gradually, almost everyone stood up and squeezed towards the low fence built in the prisoner of war camp.
Those haggard, withered, gloomy, and even desperate faces gradually became vivid in Zhu Qizhen's eyes, his eyes became eager, and his expressions became vivid. It was those dirty things on their bodies.
The attire also looked so bright in Zhu Qizhen's eyes.
Zhu Qizhen kept galloping until he was about ten steps away from the fence. He was stopped by the soldiers guarding the prisoner of war camp, and Zhu Qizhen stopped.
"Welcoming minister, I will pay my respects to Your Majesty...Long live your Majesty..." Everyone behind the fence was making various calls. Zhu Qizhen bit his lips tightly and tried hard to keep his spine on the horse.
Stand taller on your back so that prisoners of war in the distance can see your appearance.
After the commotion that lasted for nearly a cup of tea, the roaring and crying in the prisoner of war camp gradually stopped, and everyone's eyes fell on Zhu Qizhen's figure standing proudly like a green pine.
At this time, Naren, Nelson and others had already rushed over, while Yuan Bin and Nahaming had already jumped off their horses to protect them in front of the horse in Zhu Qi Town, and were fighting with those who blocked the horse in front of Zhu Qi Town.
warriors arguing.
Soon, at Naren's suggestion, the Waqi soldiers guarding the prisoner-of-war camp retreated angrily. However, they were still watching on both sides. After all, the vast majority of Ming army prisoners of war were detained here. If something went wrong,
, one’s wealth and one’s life can’t be saved.
"You..." Zhu Qizhen opened his mouth, but as soon as he yelled two words, he felt that his throat was really blocked, and there was a feeling in his heart that he wanted to smash the low fence and let these Ming Dynasties
The soldiers can return home now.
"Your Majesty, if I can see that Your Majesty is safe and sound, I will die without any regrets! I only regret that I was so cowardly that I couldn't fight to the death to protect Your Majesty." A captured Ming general with tearful eyes couldn't help but
He banged his head against the fence, making his voice hoarse like that of a desperate lone wolf.
Choking sounds were heard everywhere, and a sad and desolate atmosphere spread in the prisoner-of-war camp. Zhu Qizhen couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped off his horse and pushed away a Wazi soldier who tried to stop him again.
, with so much force that he even pushed the strong Waqi soldier to the ground.
Amid the glares and shouts of the Wathorn soldiers, and the attention of the Ming Dynasty prisoners of war, Zhu Qizhen strode forward to the low fence. Although it was low, there were still at least one person standing there.
Half high, Zhu Qizhen looked at the sad and excited faces across the fence, threw aside the Mongolian fur hat on his head, and untied the thick Mongolian robe on his body.
On the side, in the prairie where the winter cold has not faded, in front of the elite warriors with leather robes and swords, and in front of the Ming soldiers who struggled to survive, the thin suit on his body was exposed.
Han Chinese costumes.
Everyone looked at Zhu Qizhen with dumbfounded eyes, whose actions were unexpected. They watched him straighten his bun and gown with his hands, and then solemnly, as if he were offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, he folded his hands on his forehead and made a long sequence.
arrived……
The king who is always aloof above millions of people, even when faced with the swords of the ferocious soldiers of Wacha, the great emperor Zhu Qizhen did not give in, but in this extremely simple prisoner of war
In front of the camp, he lowered his proud head towards the Ming soldiers who were captured by the Wazi people, and bent his back that seemed to be made of steel in front of the enemy...
"I am here to apologize to you and the people of the Ming Dynasty who have paid their lives because of my sins in the Tumubao Incident..." Zhu Qizhen's voice was not high, even because of his emotions
He sounded a little hoarse due to excessive excitement, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone nearby.
Pingtong...the Ming Dynasty prisoners of war behind the fence were all in tears at this moment. They all knelt on the ground and returned the salute to the Ming Dynasty Emperor who bent his back towards them. "I wait for ten thousand deaths, but I dare not accept your majesty's words."
The gift."
"Please, please accept my gift on behalf of those Ming Dynasty soldiers who have died due to my fault..." At this moment, no matter how sensational the words were, they turned into tasteless bitter dregs, unable to express Zhu Qizhen's feelings.
Mood. "Otherwise, how can I bear it? How can I feel at ease?"
There seemed to be a voice crying in his heart. Perhaps it was the will of Zhu Qizhen that still remained in this body. Presumably, he would also agree with his actions, right? The corners of Zhu Qizhen's mouth curved slightly and he straightened his head.
The spine walked horizontally to the other side of the fence, just like before, and stretched to the ground, as if if he didn't do this, he couldn't face it, or he couldn't try to make up for the guilt in his heart.
Behind the fence, there was no longer a Ming Dynasty man standing. They all prostrated themselves to the ground. The direction in which their heads were bowed was moving with Zhu Qizhen's heavy and staggering footsteps.
Naren's green eyes stared unblinking at Zhu Qizhen's bleak and lonely figure, looking at his head and spine that were bent towards the prisoners of war, which did not even bend in front of his brother.
, at that moment, Naren felt a warmth overflowing from her eyes, sliding across her cheeks, and finally dripping on the back of the reining hand, soaking out a piece of coldness.
Two hundred thousand heroic souls should be bowed and sacrificed...
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