The thunder continued, and Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment.
I thought to myself that the sky was blue and white during the day, and the sky was clear. Why did it suddenly start thundering at night?
However, Eunuch Wang, who has practiced the art of confusing right and wrong for many years, immediately seized the opportunity of the thunder, knelt down towards Zhu Qizhen, and shouted loudly.
"Even heaven praises your Majesty's sage and responds with thunder!"
"Long live my emperor!"
After saying that, he bowed his head and bowed, which made him look excited.
As soon as Wang Zhen knelt down, his adopted sons all knelt down and shouted, "Long live my emperor". Looking at the expressions on their faces, each one was richer than the last.
Zhu Qizhen obviously enjoyed this kind of flattery, holding his head slightly high, as if he had made a decision comparable to that of Tang Zong and Han Wu, making the Ming Dynasty strong for thousands of years.
Wang Zhen was so happy that he could finally transport the more than 1,000 private cars he had collected during this trip home.
Even if you don’t make any achievements, you haven’t run away in vain.
It's so delicious.
Other civil servants in the room, such as Wang Zuo, the Minister of Household Affairs, the Minister of Justice, and other officials wanted to speak, but in the end they held back.
Because they all know very well that even important ministers like Kuang Ye, who holds the title of Minister of War, can’t speak. So if they speak now, they are just looking for scolding. They might even be hated by Wang Zhenji and be killed for any excuse.
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"Zhang Fu!"
Kuang Ye looked at the British Duke Zhang Fu. He seemed to be saying, as a veteran of the four dynasties, the most distinguished general, and a famous general in the country, others are afraid of Wang Zhen's revenge and dare not speak out. What do you have to fear?
?!
As a person who knows the military, he clearly knows the advantages and disadvantages of the army camping in the earthen fort, so why does he always say nothing!
In response to Kuang Ye's scorching gaze, Zhang Fu just lowered his eyes and lowered his head, with no intention of speaking.
It is said that time has smoothed the water chestnuts, but on the body of Zhang Fu, the British Duke who was very high-spirited and rode in Annan, not to mention the water chestnuts, the skin has been worn away.
"Kuang Ye, His Majesty has issued an order for the entire army to camp. Are you going to resist the order?!"
Wang Zhen stood up slowly with the support of his adopted son and looked at Kuang Ye with a sneer. He had long wanted to kill the Minister of War, but he had no excuse.
"&#%***!"
Kuang Zhiyi stepped forward and stamped his foot, just about to fight Wang Zhen.
At this moment, the door was pushed open.
The moment the door creaked, everyone's brows subconsciously wrinkled.
Although Tumu Fort is a dilapidated courtyard with a small fort on the edge, due to the presence of His Majesty the Emperor, this dilapidated courtyard can no longer be called a courtyard, but must be renamed Tumu Fort Palace.
And this main room is the palace where His Majesty the Emperor and his ministers discuss state affairs.
Discussions behind closed doors are state affairs and must not be disturbed.
Moreover, those with an official position below the fifth rank are not even qualified to participate in court discussions, so naturally this door cannot be opened easily.
"Bold!"
The first person to react was Eunuch Wang.
The dead eunuch screamed out loudly, and the guards guarding both sides of the door rushed forward instantly. Others also looked at the opened door.
The pupils suddenly shrank.
Because, they saw a figure.
In the middle of his prime, he is beginning to look old, but his features and eyes are full of imperial domineering determination, which makes people dare not look directly at him. He is even wearing a red dragon robe.
In his hand, he held a mace that touched people's hearts.
Dragon robe?!
When they saw the dragon robe, everyone's eyes twitched.
The Ming Dynasty was not an era of freedom in dressing. Within a fixed period of time, only one person could wear the dragon robe, and that was the current emperor, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty.
The prince can't even wear it. If he wears it, it will be rebellion and he will die.
And the appearance of this person, for some reason, seemed familiar to the ministers, as if they had seen him in some painting.
Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting on the dragon throne, was also stunned.
WTF?
So bold?
Wearing a dragon robe in front of me?!
If I don't skin you off today, you old boy won't know how to write the word "death"!
"You dare to overstep the emperor and wear dragon robes without permission."
"Jinyiwei listens to the order and executes this man on the spot!"
Wang Zhen immediately screamed at this big man in dragon robe who came out of nowhere.
However, the next moment.
When three other figures followed closely across the threshold and appeared in the second row with different cold weapons in their hands, most of the people in the room were stunned and their hearts began to tremble.
Two dragon robes and one python robe.
Of course, the main thing is not what these three figures are wearing, but what these three faces represent.
To be an official in the Ming Dynasty, unless you experienced the bloodbath in the officialdom like the Hongwu period, in order to maintain the operation of various departments in the court, there would be cases of rapid promotion of officials under forced circumstances.
But except for Hongwu, subsequent official promotions basically followed the rule of first taking the imperial examination and then climbing up step by step.
It would take at least twenty or thirty years for a new scholar to climb to the rank where he could accompany the emperor on an expedition.
Therefore, most of the civil servants in this room were Jinshi during the Xuande and Zhengtong years, and a small number were Jinshi during the Yongle period, such as Kuang Ye, Wang Zuo and other high-level officials of the Six Ministries.
Another example is Zhang Fu, one of the nobles. He followed his father Zhang Yu to follow Zhu Di Jingnan.
Of course, including Wang Zhen, this dead eunuch was the palace that Yongle entered in the last years of his life, and he was fortunate enough to meet Emperor Yongle several times.
The moment these three figures came into view, the arrogant eunuch Wang suddenly froze with arrogance on his face.
Are you surprised? Are you surprised?
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you let me take it down!"
Only the Ming God of War, a Mongolian man, had no idea at all.
Zhu Qizhen was already feeling extremely unhappy when someone wearing a dragon robe suddenly appeared, and now several more appeared.
I really can’t bear it, but my aunt can’t bear it. Are you not afraid that I, the emperor, will become a cadre?!
Hmm?
Zhu Qizhen suddenly felt something was wrong. Why didn't his words work?
Subconsciously he looked at Wang Zhen beside him.
Eunuch Wang Shi was stunned and froze on the spot, his eyes almost bulging out, as if he had seen a ghost. Now his lips trembled and he couldn't say a single word clearly.
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"Too, too, too, Emperor Taizong!"
Among the civil servants, Kuang Ye and several veterans, and among the nobles, several old generals headed by Zhang Fu were the first to kneel down. They had all experienced the Yongle Dynasty and naturally recognized the true face of Emperor Taizong.< /p>
"Welcome to Emperor Taizong for his holy appearance!"
Kuang Ye was the first to shout this, and only the scholar's mind was spinning fast.
In the eyes of scholars, anything that cannot be explained by Confucianism can be attributed to theology.
No matter what the hell, this is today’s Wudao, the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty have appeared!
And, there’s more than one!
The other ministers, Xungui, who had never seen Emperor Yongle before, were all stunned for a moment.
Emperor Taizong?!
Brother, are you kidding me?!
But they were so confused that even the big bosses knelt down. Naturally, the younger brothers also knelt down, and their expressions looked like they had seen a ghost.
However, Emperor Taizong has not yet finished shouting.
Three figures plus three figures, six figures stepped across the threshold together.
When they saw the person coming again, Kuang Ye, Zhang Fu and other veterans of the four dynasties opened their mouths but did not shout out because they did not know how to shout.
Forget it if there are three Taizong emperors...
Why are there still three emperors Renzong...
Three more late emperors come?
Feeling numb...
Completely numb.
How can I worship like this? I can’t even worship even if my head is smashed!
The last ones to cross the threshold were Xu Da, Zhu Neng, Liu Sheng, Tianshun Yuqian and Hong Xi Zhu Gaoxu, who have no longer received attention.
As for Ji Boying, he appeared in the house the moment before Lao Zhu stepped over the threshold, but everyone's eyes were focused on the Ming emperors, and no one noticed his appearance at all.
"Father, father?"
The arrogance on Zhu Qizhen's face completely stopped the moment Xuande and Zhu Zhanji appeared.
He ascended the throne at the age of nine. He has never met his grandfather Zhu Gaochi, nor his great-grandfather Zhu Di, nor has he had the opportunity to meet his grandfather Zhu Yuanzhang. Even the vague memory of his childhood makes him unable to remember the specific appearance of his father Zhu Zhanji.
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However, he will never forget the beard on Xuande Zhu Zhanji's face and the look in his eyes.
It's like using high technology to replicate a bunch of clones of your father, but as long as the father who raised you gives you a look, you can instantly tell who your biological father is.
This is, father and son.
Neither Yongle Xiaozhu nor Hongxi Xiaozhu had raised such a Zhu Qizhen, so naturally there was no such kind of majesty between father and son.
Xuande Zhu Zhanji ignored Zhu Qizhen, walked past the ministers with a cold face, carrying a black iron rod, and came to Zhu Qizhen.
"Father, father..."
Don’t wait for the emperor’s words to come out.
‘Pa’.
Emperor Xuande raised his other hand and slapped Zhu Qizhen firmly on the face.
Before Zhu Qizhen could realize why he was being beaten, Emperor Xuande grabbed Zhu Qizhen by the collar and pulled him off the throne.
Emperor Xuande, who had just survived a critical illness, was so full of life at this moment, as if he had returned to his former glory.
After doing all this, Emperor Xuande held the iron rod and stepped aside respectfully.
The ministers who were kneeling on the ground were stunned. The current emperor was dragged off the throne by the late emperor. Isn't it equivalent to being deposed?!
‘Who is this person?’
Everyone's eyes are now focused on the middle-aged man wearing a red dragon robe and carrying a mace.
They always felt that this face looked a bit familiar, but they couldn't tell where they had seen it before. The speculation in their minds became more and more clear.
I saw Lao Zhu holding the mace and walking to the dragon chair with a serious expression.
Looking at this dragon chair made of pure gold, his eyes are cold.
A personal expedition with a dragon chair?!
Are you here to fight or go sightseeing?!
Lao Zhu glanced at Zhu Qizhen, who was being carried aside with a confused face.
For this great-great-grandson who had a rather heroic face but actually ruined the fate of the Ming Dynasty, the ancestor could not help but tighten his grip on the mace.
But as the saying goes, family scandals should not be made public.
Turning around, Lao Zhu sat on the dragon chair, his eyes scanning the group of orthodox ministers in the room.
At this moment, Kuang Ye and Zhang Fu would be pure fools if they could not figure out who Lao Zhu was.
Now I can’t care what’s going on. I just think it’s a theological boom and everyone is kowtowing.
"Welcome to Taizu to show his sage!"
"Welcome Taizu...!"
"…………"
The sound was heard outside the house, and the pro-military soldiers standing guard outside were stunned.
Taizu?
All the big guys in this room have been schizophrenic due to Eunuch Wang’s play?
"Kneel down!"
Xuande Zhu Zhanji hit Zhu Qizhen on the lower leg with a stick.
Zhu Qizhen, who was already confused, his mind was buzzing, and he subconsciously knelt down in front of Lao Zhu.
"Get out of here, we don't have any will."
"Beginner, behead."
The family scandal should not be made public, and the children and grandchildren should be taught a lesson, and of course they cannot be watched by these officials.
Lao Zhu's gaze, icy and cold, fell on this group of orthodox ministers. Everyone was trembling with fear at the sight.
Is this the rumored Emperor Taizu?!
In the past, we all learned from history books how difficult it was to be an official during the Hongwu period. Everyone wanted to go home and farm instead of becoming an official. When I read the book at that time, I scoffed at it. Being an official was so comfortable, so there is no reason why I should not be an official.
Now at this moment, they deeply feel what it means to be immersed in the scene.
Standing in front of the Emperor Taizu, I felt like I might be stabbed at any time.
"Follow Emperor Taizu's decree!!"
Kuang Ye, Zhang Fu, Fan Zhong, all shouted at the top of their lungs.
Under Lao Zhu's intimidation, they even temporarily forgot about the sense of crisis caused by Wala. They all quickly stood up and exited the room with their heads lowered.
It wasn't until he walked three feet outside the house that Kuang Ye dared to take a long breath. Just now he didn't dare to breathe in the house, and his back was already covered with cold sweat.
"Mr. Zhang, what on earth is going on?"
He looked at Zhang Fu, and Zhang Fu also looked at him.
"You have read so many books, why are you asking me? If I wanted to know, why would I be a general?"
Zhang Fu's eyes twitched because he saw Zhu Neng...
At that time, Zhu Neng was worshiped as the general who conquered the barbarians, and he went south to Annan. He, Zhang Fu, accompanied him as the right deputy general. Halfway through the march, he saw Zhu Neng dying on the couch with his own eyes, and then he took over the position of commander.
How do you feel when a senior who you have witnessed dead for almost fifty years suddenly appears alive in front of you? Are you afraid?
"By the way, why do I feel like I saw Yu Qian just now? Didn't he stay in Kyoto?"
Wang Zuo, the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance, also wiped the sweat from his head and sighed a few times before speaking.
"When you say that, it's true."
Kuang Ye was stunned. When he first drew up the list of officials to be recruited, for the sake of safety, he set a basic principle. Just in case, one of the first and second leaders of the Sixth Department must be left behind.
After deliberation by the Ministry of War, Kuang Ye, the Minister of War, accompanied the emperor on the expedition, while Yu Qian, the Minister of War, stayed behind at the Ministry of War.
"Not to mention Yu Qian, I also saw the King of Han. When Emperor Xuande ordered it, I was the one who roasted him..."
"My lords."
"Wang Zhen, he doesn't seem to have come out."
Fan Zhong, who was standing aside, kept looking at the door. When the door was closed, he still didn't see Wang Zhen.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes lit up.
Inside the house.
Eunuch Wang Zhenwang was bowing, smiling apologetically at Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Emperor Hong Xi, Emperor Xuande and others.
"Then, um, your majesties, you, you guys are chatting about family matters, slave, slave, I will leave first."
Just as he bent down and was about to turn around, Xiao Zhu Si and Yongle Xiao Zhu already pressed one of Wang Zhen's shoulders, with a ferocious smile on their faces. They all knew that Wang Zhen was the first eunuch in the Ming Dynasty.
Wang Zhen trembled, and cold sweat poured from his temples.
All the power he attached to Zhu Qizhen was just a show in front of these Ming ancestors. After all, he didn't even know whether these emperors were humans or ghosts.
Zhu Qizhen, who was kneeling in front of Lao Zhu, looked confused and subconsciously raised his head, shrinking his neck in fear.
Because ten pairs of cold eyes were forming a circle and staring at him.
"It is really the fault of me, the great ancestor, that our Zhu family has such descendants."
"Today."
Lao Zhu held the mace and stood up slowly.
"We will teach future generations with our own hands."
Raise the mace in your hand.
Along with the mace, what caught Zhu Qizhen's eyes was a machete, an iron whip, a large fish head knife, three bone hammers, and three black iron rods with cold light.
From birth to now, His Majesty Baozong has felt for the first time what despair means.