Bang.

The mace in Lao Zhu's hand was smashed.

In an instant, a tragic howl sounded.

The voice was heard outside the house, and the orthodox ministers and nobles waiting outside the house all had frightened expressions on their faces. Of course they could tell whose voice it was.

However, it is impossible to remonstrate by entering a house to remonstrate.

After all, there are all ancestors of the Ming Dynasty in this room, and no one can be offended.

What's more, these officials and nobles have long disliked Zhu Qizhen. His father died early, and his mother spoiled him. They were in need of punishment and discipline.

"Beat us to death!"

As Lao Zhu drank it, the other emperors and princes followed closely, and weapons flew everywhere and saliva flew wildly.

"Telling you to conscript yourself indiscriminately!"

"I told you to prepare your army to go out in two days! Are you a pig in your head?!"

"I told you to listen to the eunuch's slander and change your path wantonly. What do you think of my Ming soldiers?"

"To ask you to call the country for a foreign race is simply an insult to our Ming Dynasty!"

"………………"

Zhu Qizhen couldn't refute the first few sentences, so he just took the beating.

But later, Zhu Qizhen felt a pain in his heart when he heard it.

I haven’t even called the door yet? Why did I get beaten first?!

Can you get an advance payment for a beating?!

Ji Boying, who had been standing aside and watching, took a few glances, lit a cigarette, and turned around silently.

‘It’s too cruel.’

‘It’s so bloody.’

‘It’s so fucking cool.’

Ah...!

Ah...!

Ah…………!

Zhu Qizhen's screams are extremely rhythmic, rising and falling, and sound quite similar to the sounds of mountains and flowing water.

It's just that the pronunciation is very different, and the experience is even more different.

When the sound gradually subsided, there were already four or five cigarette butts at Ji Boying's feet.

"Oh, I haven't moved for a long time. This activity really makes my muscles and bones feel much better."

Lao Zhu threw away the mace in his hand. It was stained with some blood. What he hit was Zhu Qizhen's butt.

"Father, if you want to come to an event in the future, you can call your son at any time."

Old Zhu Di also put down his machete and wiped the hot sweat from his forehead.

Among this group of emperors and princes, they are the two oldest, and the others are all over forty.

As Lao Zhu stopped, Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji also stopped.

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Qizhen, who was curled up on the ground, his buttocks already blooming, and a look of fear.

His Majesty Baozong, who was still arrogant before he burned the incense, was now covered in blood, but he seemed to be in good spirits. He looked around with his fearful little eyes, showing no sign of weakness at all.
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It seems that although Lao Zhu and his gang of emperors and princes were angry, they still kept their hands to some extent and only looked for places with lots of meat to beat them. After all, in the final analysis, they were still of their own blood.

But Wang Zhen is different.

At this time, the eunuch Wang, after receiving a violent beating, could only breathe out but not in. He lay on the ground like an octopus, looking almost like a dead fish.

Especially Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di and Zhu Laosi, the three of them have all gone to the battlefield and chopped people with their own swords.

When they beat Zhu Qizhen, they used the back of a knife and controlled the force as much as possible.

But when he cut Wang Zhen, he used the blade properly, but he was a man who knew martial arts, so the knife avoided the fatal point.

Hey, I’ll kill you.

Hey, I won’t kill you.

At a glance, Eunuch Wang's body is covered with knife wounds, at least thirty or fifty.

However, none of the swords were fatal, but for Wang Zhen at this moment, he had never wanted to see the King of Hell as much as he does now.

He cried.

He even began to regret that he should not have been admitted to the palace back then.

Never in his dreams did he imagine that his final fate would be to be beaten to death by the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty.

"Let brother laugh, let's start class."

Lao Zhu came to Ji Boying's side and patted the dust on his sleeves.

"Hmm."

Ji Boying nodded.

Then without any hesitation, he walked directly to the dragon chair and sat down.

Lao Zhu moved a chair and sat on the side. As for the other emperors and princes, they all stood one by one according to seniority and time and space distribution.

A few feet in front of the dragon chair, Zhu Qizhen, who had just experienced fatherly love like a mountain, was curled up with his head in his arms.

Xu Da, Zhu Neng, Liu Sheng, Zhu Gaoxu, and Yu Qian, except for Yu Qian's eyes that could not bear to see Zhu Qizhen, the others did not recognize Zhu Qizhen and had no feelings at all.

"This is the Tumu Fort."

"It is also our first stop in this class."

"The national destiny of the Ming Dynasty was cut off in this frontier fortress by Zhu Qizhen and eunuch Wang Zhen with their own hands."

At this point, Xiao Zhusi, who was standing aside, raised his leg and kicked Wang Zhen in the face again. The half-dead Wang Zhen howled in response.

"Master Immortal, I have a question."

At this time, Xu Da frowned and spoke.

"Speak."

Although auditors do not have official student numbers, they are still qualified to ask questions.

"If I remember correctly, Huailai City, the closest city to Tumubao, is only about twenty miles away. The army can march into the city in a hurry and defend it with the city. There is no way that the entire army will be wiped out."

"What is the reason for stationing the army in this lonely fortress?"

For a famous general, this kind of anti-human operation is incomprehensible and simply unfathomable.

Ji Boying smiled and looked at Zhu Qizhen who was curled up on the ground.

"Zhu Qizhen, come and tell him why he ordered to camp in the earthen fort."

Zhu Qizhen trembled, and Hong Xi and Zhu Zhanji grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"Say."

It should be noted that this is the moment when Zhu Zhanji in Hongxi time and space has the strongest murderous intention in his life.

This look in his eyes almost scared Zhu Qizhen to the point of peeing.

Father's love...is this father's love?!

The God of War is almost desperate.

What he didn't know was that Zhu Qizhen was not born in the Hongxi time and space where Hongxi Xiaozhu lived. The so-called father's love did not exist for this Hongxi Xiaozhu.

Zhu Qizhen swallowed.

"Wang, Mr. Wang said that more than a thousand baggage vehicles have not arrived, so I, therefore, I decreed that the army wait for the baggage vehicles to catch up, and then enter the city together."

After saying this, Zhu Qizhen quickly squatted aside. The injuries on his body seemed serious, but in fact they were just painful and not life-threatening.

After listening to this, Lao Zhu and Lao Zhu Di frowned.

Because in their opinion, waiting for luggage is indeed a good reason.

Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, they have never had the habit of throwing away their baggage. Of course, this is essentially because they have basically never lost against Mongolia.

"Then do you know that these more than a thousand vehicles of baggage are just private property that Wang Zhen searched for during his trip north."

"Everyone in the army, even the pig-feeders, knows it, but you, the emperor, know nothing about it."

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Qizhen, the young emperor who was only in his early twenties.

"If you were half as smart as that boy from Jiajing, you wouldn't be as famous as Song Huizong."
To be continued...