"Shut up!" Zhu Di's angry roar echoed in the magnificent golden palace. His dark face had turned blue and purple, and his eyes were even redder. "I raised you, you beast! Just to keep you here.
Are the dogs barking and barking here, making me mad to death?!" With that, he stepped off the throne, kicked the prince hard in the chest, and said hysterically: "Do you think you can ascend the throne just because you make me mad?
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The prince was kicked so hard that he flew away. Fortunately, he was thick and strong, so it was not a big deal. He got up from the ground and continued to kneel down.
When the emperor saw him getting up again, he followed him, kicked him again, and roared: "The dragon chair is right here, you sit down!"
The prince was kicked away again and got up again. This time, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but his face was still stubborn and unyielding.
"Evil! You think your wings are strong, don't you?! You dare to play against me?!" The emperor looked around and his eyes fell on the Emperor's Sword hanging on the golden pillar. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Huang Yan! Bring me the sword.
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Huang Huan was so frightened that he didn't dare to hand the emperor the sword at this time, so he had to look at Zhu Zhanji for help. Zhu Zhanji was also at a loss, and seeing that he couldn't stay out of the matter now, he hurriedly took off the sword.
, hugged him in his arms, knelt down in front of the emperor, and cried: "Grandpa Emperor, please spare my father!" Then he turned to the prince and cried: "Father, please admit your mistake quickly!"
The prince trembled his cheeks and gritted his teeth and said: "I was not wrong! It was wrong to move the capital to Beijing!"
"Okay! What a traitor!" Zhu Di's voice could overturn the Jinluan Palace: "If I don't kill you today, my surname will not be Zhu!"
"Give me the sword!" Zhu Di reached out to grab the sword in Zhu Zhanji's arms. How could Zhu Zhanji dare to let go? He was punched and kicked in vain.
There was such a commotion in the main hall. King Zhao and others who were waiting outside hurriedly ran in and separated the emperor and the prince. Zhu Gaosui pulled his father and rubbed his back while he was breathing heavily, and spoke righteously.
Accusing the prince: "Brother, you have gone too far! My father did not hold you accountable for your flirting with Nanjing's officials! I don't blame you for being late on the way! You even put on such a grand display to welcome you! How could you hurt his old man's heart like this?"
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"I don't have such a son!" Zhu Di gasped more and more violently. He felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, his eyes turned black, and his lips trembled as he said, "I'm going to die..."
When King Zhao heard this, he was overjoyed and held his breath waiting for his father's last word. However, Zhu Di tilted his head and fainted...
"Father!" King Zhao exclaimed, but no one heard how much disappointment there was in his voice!
"Your Majesty!" Everyone hurriedly supported the Emperor and yelled in a panic: "Send to the Imperial Physician quickly! Send to the Imperial Physician quickly!"
The prince knelt there numbly, looking at the panic scene in front of him, wondering what he felt in his heart.
Wang Xian stood at the door of the main hall, looking at the scene in front of him, a sudden realization came to his mind... All of this was doomed, from the moment the emperor decided to move the capital, it was doomed!
The reason why the prince refused to lead the petition in Nanjing was because he did not want to give other princes an excuse to form cliques, let alone implicate those officials...
The emperor was carried to the side hall of Fengtian Hall. After a while, the imperial doctor came and administered acupuncture and moxibustion. It took a while before the emperor coughed up thick phlegm.
In the panic, no one noticed that King Zhao quietly left for a while before returning to check on his father.
Seeing that the emperor coughed up phlegm and his breathing became smoother, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, King Zhao spat secretly with a gloomy face, shook his head and signaled to the eunuch standing in the corner, who hurried out to deliver the message.
The next moment, King Zhao looked as usual and asked the Imperial Physician Jinyuan: "How is my father?"
"Back to your lord, the emperor is suffering from phlegm." Judge Jin Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Fortunately, the rescue was timely and the phlegm came out, so it's not a serious problem."
"Then why are you still not awake?" King Zhao asked, looking at the emperor who was still in pain and still in a coma.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, because I have scented the Emperor with incense so that the Emperor can have a good sleep." Judge Jin Yuan said with a smile as if he was asking for credit: "When the Emperor has had enough sleep, he will naturally wake up."
"Hmph..." However, King Zhao did not give him a good look, but seemed to blame him.
"..." Jin Yuan was flattered and slapped the horse on the leg, so he had to retreat.
King Zhao looked at his father who was still sleeping, and then at the prince and grandson kneeling outside the palace. His expression suddenly changed, and finally he let out a breath of boredom...
At this time, the prince had already taken off his hairpin and crown, removed his boots and clothes, and knelt under the Danqi with disheveled hair.
Seeing his father like this, Zhu Zhanji hesitated for a long time, but finally he followed suit and took off his robes, and knelt down beside the prince with bare feet. If possible, he didn't want to be so embarrassed, but when he thought about it again, his
Dad is kneeling like this. If he behaves like a normal person, it would be a shame if word spread. That’s all we can do...
The prince glanced at him and turned away, showing no sign of gratitude.
Zhu Zhanji knelt down, but the more he knelt, the more angry he became, and the more he disagreed with the prince. Finally he couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Father, what on earth do you want to do?"
"I'm asking for help for the people, just for the incense of the ancestors..." Zhu Gaochi said slowly.
"I think he is seeking death!" Zhu Zhanji muttered in a low voice. He knew that the prince would definitely hear this, but if he didn't say this, he would choke to death.
The prince ignored him and continued to kneel upright.
The father and son had been kneeling together for an hour before they saw King Zhao and others coming out of the side hall.
"Everyone," Zhu Zhanji had been waiting eagerly for a long time and hurriedly asked: "Is my grandpa the emperor okay?"
"This..." Zhu Yong and others looked at King Zhao. They didn't know what happened in the hall just now. Seeing the prince and grandson like this, they thought they had suffered a crime.
King Zhao was at the door at that time, and it was clear what happened inside, but he did not explain it. He just said angrily: "I let you two down, the emperor is very good!"
"Don't slander me!" Zhu Zhanji immediately gave up on this injustice, got up from the ground and walked inside.
King Zhao quickly stopped him and said with a dark face: "The emperor is resting, no one is allowed to disturb him!"
"Do you have the final say?!" Zhu Zhanji glared angrily.
"Yes." King Zhao nodded, with a heavy sarcasm on his face: "His Royal Highness Taisun is not happy, just give me a beating. Anyway, you father and son don't even pay attention to the emperor, let alone me, a little
The prince..."
"You!" Zhu Zhanji couldn't bear to hear it the most. The grandson dragged himself into it, clenched his fists tightly, and was about to beat that peach-blossom face into bloom.
Everyone quickly pulled the two away. Wang Xian stood in the distance, shook his head at Zhu Zhanji, and cast a meaningful glance at King Zhao.
After many years of tacit understanding, Zhu Zhanji immediately understood that Wang Xian meant not to fall into King Zhao's scheme. Then he suddenly realized that if he beat King Zhao now, he would really be unable to escape!
Thinking of this, he spat bitterly and let go of his hand.
King Zhao, whose clothes were wrinkled, glanced coldly at his grandson, then at the prince, and said: "Like father, like son." Then he turned around and entered the hall.
Zhu Zhanji knew that his third uncle was protesting, but the situation was stronger than others, so he could only knock out his teeth and swallow blood. He knelt down angrily again and looked at his father with more resentment.
The father and son continued to kneel outside the main hall. The emperor was unconscious for a while, and no one dared to wake them up...
Wang Xian looked at the prince and grandson from behind the pillar in the distance for a while, thinking about how to help them, when his heart suddenly tightened for no reason.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Xian quietly withdrew. He wanted to leave the palace immediately, but found that Fengtian Gate had been closed tightly, and there were imperial guards patrolling back and forth. After thinking about it, Wang Xian turned to Zhendu Gate on the west side of Fengtian Gate and saw
It was the same situation, and his brows couldn't help but frown more and more tightly.
At this moment, Wang Xian saw Zhu Yong, Duke of Cheng, coming from a distance with a few guards. The two looked at each other. Wang Xian retreated to the corner tower and found a deserted place. As soon as he stood still, Zhu Yong
Follow me.
"Brother," Zhu Yong and Wang Xian hadn't seen each other for more than half a year. They didn't bother to exchange greetings, so they grabbed his arm and warned in a low voice: "There are some unusual changes in the palace guards!"
"Is this what Your Majesty means?" Wang Xian's heart sank and he asked in a deep voice.
Zhu Yong shook his head and sighed: "Your Majesty hasn't woken up yet, where does the order come from?!"
"That's..." Wang Xian looked at Zhu Yong with a strange look. "Brother, you might as well say it clearly."
"Hey, half a year ago, the emperor asked me to hand over all the guards in the palace to Eunuch Zhao." Zhu Yong hesitated for a while, then decided to tell the truth: "I heard that that person was very flattering to him...
"As he said that, he held out three fingers.
"Well..." Wang Xian's face became more and more ugly. He didn't expect that in just half a year, King Zhao had penetrated the palace to this extent. Taking a breath of air, Wang Xian looked at the towering
The palace wall, couldn't help but... took another breath of air...
"Don't worry too much, they should just be prepared in case..." Seeing Wang Xian's face changed, Zhu Yong quickly comforted him in a low voice: "Besides, I am not a vegetarian. Once there is chaos in the palace, I will take care of myself."
A way, let us escape!"
"Yes!" Wang Xian looked at Zhu Yong gratefully. He knew very well that Huang Guizhou's cold temperament these days could make Zhu Yong say such things. He was not a failure as a person. He held Zhu Yong's hand hard.
, he said in a deep voice: "But right now, it's not the time to say this! We have to protect His Majesty first!"
"You mean, they will..." Zhu Yong's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he slapped his thigh and said: "Yes, this is really a God-given opportunity for them!" Now the emperor was stunned by the prince's anger, and the prince and grandson were kneeling outside the palace to await their punishment.
The palace ban is in the hands of those people again. If someone does something like the sound of candle shadow and ax at this time, the country will undoubtedly fall into the hands of King Zhao!
"I have to hurry up and guard your Majesty!" Thinking of this, Zhu Yong walked away.