Daming Zhu Di: Father, why are you not dead?! Chapter 79 Zhu Qizhen, your father! Your grandfather! Your grandfather and great grandfather are here! (Please give me the moon)
Chapter 79 Zhu Qizhen, your father! Your grandfather! Your grandfather and great grandfather are here! (Please give me the moon)
As Ji Boying finished speaking, the atmosphere in the main hall of Zuixian Tower became very depressing.
Especially the five current emperors, Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi, Hong Xi and Emperor Xuande.
For them, Zhu Qizhen's series of anti-human operations have completely humiliated Ming Dynasty and should be permanently nailed to Ming Dynasty's pillar of shame!
It doesn’t matter if Tumubao is defeated. If you have the guts to wipe your own neck with a knife?!
The majestic Emperor of the Ming Dynasty actually became a prisoner of a foreign race and even called out Wala!
Where is the face?! What a shame! Our old Zhu family has lost all face!
Emperor Hongxi and Emperor Xuande did not expect that their excessive rest and recuperation, shrinking the northern border, and watching the grassland grow bigger would lead to such serious consequences.
Both of them lowered their heads and reflected on how to adjust national policies.
They promised to prepare a cup of tea, but actually everyone was sitting there deep in thought without moving.
The emperors did not move, and the princes naturally did not dare to move. The five ministers who were listening could only remain wooden.
Suddenly, Ji Boying thought of something and looked at Zhu Biao.
"A Biao, you don't need to go to this practical observation class. Go back and review the memorial first."
Boom…!
When Zhu Biao heard this, his heart was struck by lightning.
He stood up abruptly, with rejection written all over his face.
'Why?'
'Why don't you take me...'
‘I’m the only one who handed in my homework! Shouldn’t good students be given preferential treatment?!’
Ji Boying's face was expressionless, but actually he was helpless inside. It wasn't that he didn't want to take Zhu Biao with him, but that he could only take one of the emperor's attendants in one time and space.
He brought Xu Dana with him because he had serious business. Xu Da's ability to command the Chinese army was definitely the best in the Ming Dynasty. This trip was not only about Zhu Qizhen, but also had to clean up the mess in the civil fort.
"Biao'er, the immortal's decision is naturally justified by the immortal's reasoning."
"Just listen to the immortal master and stay here to handle the government affairs."
Lao Zhu spoke.
Zhu Biao's eyes showed disappointment, but he could only feel sad.
Then, Ji Boying looked at Zhu Laosi.
"You also need to replace someone here."
"Zhu Neng will accompany you to Tumubao."
As soon as Ji Boying said these words, Monk Dao Yan immediately stopped and grabbed Zhu Laosi's wrist tightly, as if to say, don't even think about changing me.
However, how could it be that he, a hairless bald man, could decide this matter?
Ji Boying glanced at Monk Dao Yan, and with a thought, the time-traveling method was activated. Dao Yan's figure disappeared instantly and was replaced by Zhu Neng, who looked confused and had his pants halfway pulled down. He was about to squat in the pit.
'I???'
The reaction speed of a famous general is very fast. Zhu Neng lifted his pants at lightning speed.
This fierce man who led dozens of people to chase and kill tens of thousands of people was now sweating on his back.
He subconsciously looked at Zhu Laosi next to him, who gave him a calm look, to the effect of 'explain later'. Zhu Neng took a deep breath, nodded, and silently observed the surroundings.
He had already met Lao Zhu and Ji Boying once in Xiaoling, so he was somewhat mentally prepared.
"Very good, everyone is here."
Ji Boying played with the ruler in his hand, glanced at everyone, and was about to announce his departure.
Just then.
Boom, boom, boom.
The door of the main hall was knocked three times.
Lao Zhu winked at Xiao Zhu Si, who nodded understandingly, patted Yongle Zhu Zhanji on the shoulder, and motioned for him to go out with him.
Then the two young men, who were in the prime of life, quickly came to the main hall and crossed the threshold.
After a while, the two opened the door again.
Xiao Zhu Si and Yongle Xiao Zhu walked in carrying a bundle of cloth bags as high as a person, sweating profusely, and threw them into the middle of the main hall, making a loud 'bang' sound.
'What the hell?'
Ji Boying was stunned. Just now he only saw Lao Zhu and Xu Da whispering a few times, and then Xu Da quietly got up and went out, and came back a few minutes later.
Xiao Zhusi very wisely tore open the bag, revealing the items inside, including eighteen kinds of shining cold weapons, swords, axes, guns, clubs, and halberds, all long and short.
"Brother, please interrupt me."
Lao Zhu stood up and walked to the bag of cold weapons like a black boss.
After staring at these weapons silently for a moment, Lao Zhu picked out a half-man-high mace from among them, weighed it a few times and felt very satisfied, and put it on his shoulder.
"Come here, one person at a time."
Emperor Taizu spoke, and other emperors and princes naturally stepped forward to provoke him.
Old Zhu Di is old and not old, he raised his hand to pick up a cleaver, Zhu Laosi was holding an iron whip, and Xiao Zhusi chose a big fish head (the name of the sword). Three Zhu Gaochi figures were placed there, choosing
All are small bone hammers.
The three Zhu Zhanjis were fathers after all, so they were a little soft-hearted, and each of them just took an iron rod.
From Hongwu Lao Zhu to Xuande Zhu Zhanji, these ten emperors and princes of the Ming Dynasty all had cold weapons, which made Ji Boying feel a little numb.
In this posture, he was not going to class, he was obviously going to fight with a group of people.
"Sir, isn't this a bit too harsh?"
Xu Da whispered beside Lao Zhu.
"Oh."
Lao Zhu sneered, then looked at Ji Boying.
"Brother, we are ready."
Lao Zhu carried the mace on his shoulder and spoke with murderous intent.
'Baozong, I wish you good luck.'
Ji Boying nodded, took a breath, and waved his hand.
"Let's go."
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In the 14th year of Zhengtong, it is the night of August 13th.
The earthen fortress is a series of camps with a small main house in the middle.
"Your Majesty, Huailai City is only twenty miles away from Tumu Fort. If the whole army marches quickly, they will surely be able to enter the city before Ye Xian's army catches up. As long as they enter the city, Your Majesty will be safe and the army will be safe!"
Kuang Ye knelt on the ground and shouted hysterically.
As the Minister of the Ministry of War and a person who knows the military, he knows in his heart that this is the last chance!
"Kuang Ye, do you want to give over a thousand military supplies to Ye Xian?! Are you a spy from Wala?!"
Wang Zhen, whose face and legs were wrapped with strips of cloth, shouted loudly.
Kuang Ye was so angry when he heard this that he almost carried it away in one breath, staring at Wang Zhen with a look that made him want to eat someone.
The Duke of Cheng, Zhang Fu, who was standing aside, remained silent when it was time to speak out.
Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting at the main seat, slammed the table.
"According to my decree, the army camped in Tumubao, waiting for the luggage."
Zhu Qizhen's face is full of proud smile, I am the biggest in the world.
"No one can persuade me today, unless my father crawls out of Jingling."
Boom…!
A thunderous sound rang through the sky above Tumu Fort.
It seems to be saying: Zhu Qizhen, your father climbed out, your grandfather climbed out, your great-grandfather climbed out, and your great-grandfather climbed out too.