Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Two Let's Kill God for His Majesty again! 【2 More】
Emperor Gokashiwara was captured by the Ming Dynasty and taken to the capital. He was not mistreated along the way. As the king of a subjugated country, he still had a place in this hall. But sitting there, looking at Zhu Houzhao, who was high and powerful, he had great imperial power.
, comparing his own misfortune, Emperor Gokashiwara really felt that one would die when compared with others, and one would throw away goods when comparing goods.
We are all the same monarchs of the same country. Look at the great emperor of tomorrow who has been worshiped by all countries after his words. Then look at the emperor of a country. His orders can't even leave the city of Kyoto. He is even so depressed that even the body of the late emperor is missing.
Unable to bury the body, the body was left to rot.
This is simply a great shame for the imperial family.
Sitting there, even though the delicacies in front of him were so tempting, Emperor Gokashiwara couldn't eat and couldn't think of anything.
When all the civil and military officials in the court were looking at Emperor Gokashiwara, even Emperor Gokashiwara was distracted and felt everyone's gaze.
After coming back to his senses, Emperor Gokashiwara couldn't help but feel panicked, especially when he noticed that the great emperor looked at him. Emperor Gokashiwara stood up in a hurry, threw himself on the ground, and prostrated in the tunnel: "Go Kashiwara pays homage to the great emperor!"
Zhu Houzhao looked at Emperor Gokashiwara. Emperor Gokashiwara looked decrepit, but his real age was only forty years old.
As a king of a country, if you take good care of yourself, you will never look like a sixty or seventy year old at the age of forty. But this is the case with Emperor Gokashiwara.
Being oppressed by the shogunate for many years, as a puppet emperor, one can imagine the great pressure he endured. It is not surprising that he is aging much faster than ordinary people due to his haggard mind and body. What's more, this time, even the country was destroyed.
, and he became the king of subjugation.
As an emperor, the greatest sorrow is to become the background of other people's celebration banquet.
It can be seen that in all dynasties, the fate of captured emperors was very tragic, and few of them met a happy death.
Emperor Gokashiwara was quite proficient in the culture and history of the Central Plains Dynasty. Naturally, he knew that if he wanted to survive, he must lower his head to cater to the great emperor. Otherwise, he might die without knowing how.
If Emperor Gokashiwara were more than ten years younger, he might not have surrendered so easily when he first ascended the throne. However, after nearly twenty years of being a puppet emperor, Emperor Gokashiwara had already smoothed his edges.
During the Battle of Kyoto, Emperor Gokashiwara could be said to have exhausted all his courage, and now he is just a poor man who could give up everything in order to survive.
Seeing the miserable look of Emperor Gokashiwara in his eyes, the thoughts in Zhu Houzhao's heart couldn't help but dissipate.
Originally, Zhu Houzhao wanted Emperor Gokashiwara to perform a song for the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, but such thoughts disappeared as soon as they flashed through his mind.
"I am the monarch of the Huanghuang Celestial Dynasty, and I humiliate others for the sake of my own pleasure. This is not what a wise king would do!"
With these thoughts flashing through his mind, Zhu Houzhao showed a kind smile on his face, waved his hands slightly and said: "No courtesy, just get back on your feet!"
Emperor Gokashiwara thanked the emperor sincerely, and then stood up. He was very uneasy, obviously not knowing how the great emperor in front of him would treat him.
As a king who has subjugated his country, at best, he is like Liu Chan, the empress of the Shu Han Dynasty. At worst, he is like Sima Dewen of Jin Dynasty. Emperor Gobaihara is proficient in the culture of the Central Plains, and he naturally knows whether his future life will be good or bad.
Life and death are all between Zhu Houzhao's thoughts.
To be honest, Zhu Houzhao really didn't care about Emperor Gokashiwara. He was just a king who had subjugated his country. What's more, even if he was in Japan, he was still a puppet. Such a king who had subjugated his country, even if he
I'm afraid it won't cause any trouble if I send it back to Japan.
During the banquet, Zhu Houzhao only comforted Emperor Gokashiwara a little, and his attention was no longer on him.
After the reception banquet dispersed, the civil and military officials slowly left the Forbidden City.
Chu Yi also said goodbye to the emperor and returned to his mansion.
Although Chu Yi was a chamberlain, he was unparalleled as a chamberlain. Zhu Houzhao personally issued an order to build a Prince Wu's Mansion for Chu Yi.
It's just that since the Prince Wu's Mansion was built, Chu Yi rarely lived in it.
There were not many servants to take care of the huge Prince Wu's Mansion, and Chu Yi was not the kind of person who was extravagant. Even so, there were nearly a hundred servants in such a large mansion. This was Chu Yi.
Yi responded to the situation with many palace attendants sent by the emperor.
After bathing and changing clothes, Chu Yi returned to the study. Looking at the pile of files, he could only hear Lin Pingzhi who was serving at the side: "Your Highness, this is An Guogong, Dongchang, and Jinyiwei sent people to deliver them."
Here comes the progress file on the assassination of His Highness!"
Zhu Houzhao had previously said that these files would be transferred to him, and he would then supervise the case.
After casually flipping through the thick files, Chu Yi showed a somewhat indifferent smile. To this day, Chu Yi has no hatred for these officials. He just feels that these people are stubborn and pathetic.
Noticing Chu Yi's look, Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, I don't know how to deal with these people?"
"If God does evil, you can still disobey it. If you do evil on your own, you will not live!"
Although he felt that these officials were all pitiful and pitiable people, Chu Yi would not let these people off because of this.
It would be a disaster to leave these officials behind, not to mention that he had been away from the capital for a year, and there were countless undercurrents surging in the capital. He needed a killing to tell some people that he should just keep to himself, and if there was anything he shouldn't do
If you have some thoughts, don't blame him for going on a killing spree.
The current situation in the Ming Dynasty was hard-won. With Zhu Houzhao as the emperor and his ministers, Chu Yi would never allow anyone to destroy such a good situation.
It was quiet in the study. I don’t know when Lin Pingzhi left. As the candlelight flickered, Chu Yi sighed softly, looked far away and murmured: "Your Majesty, Chu Yi can protect you from the wind and rain."
I’m afraid there aren’t many days left, so let Chu be the God of Killing for you again!”
As he accumulated more and more luck, especially since his cultivation had stagnated and it was difficult to break through no matter how hard he tried, Chu Yi already understood in his heart that the day when he left was getting closer.
However, in this world, Chu Yi had too many things that he couldn't let go of. As the saying goes, people are not grass and trees, and skills are ruthless. How can it be said that the love between emperor and minister for more than ten or twenty years can be let go just by letting it go?
As early as a few years ago, Chu Yi had accumulated enough luck to leave this world. However, on the one hand, the luck was not enough, and on the other hand, he was worried about Zhu Houzhao, so Chu Yi has stayed until now.
I remember when Zhu Houzhao ascended the throne and faced the power and even oppression of the civil and military officials of the dynasty left by Emperor Xiaozong, the emperor moved out of the Forbidden City in search of a sense of security.
In the past few years, the monarch and his ministers have gone through a lot of hardships and finally reached today's situation. This contains Chu Yi's hard work. The ties are so deep, how can they let go of them all in one thought.
As Chu Yi returned to Beijing, an undercurrent surged in the capital.
One year is not a long time, but it is not a short time. It is enough for some people to forget how powerful Chu Yi was back then.
What's more, with the help of thoughtful people, undercurrents are surging. If not, how could the explosive bombs be taken out so easily? With so many people involved, why is there nothing in the court?
awareness.
This is an invisible big net, and there are definitely not a few people involved in it. As the saying goes, people die for wealth, and birds die for food. This has been true since ancient times.
Even if Chu Yi is killing more and more, there will never be a shortage of people who are obsessed with money.
People always take chances. Although the consequences of failing to assassinate Chu Yi will be extremely serious, once it succeeds, the benefits will be astonishing.
In the bustling Tianxiang Tower, girls dressed in gorgeous clothes are greeted and sent away, showing a luxurious scene. However, in this Tianxiang Tower, a room is quiet.
An elegant scholar was sitting there, sipping some tea. He looked at the fair-faced and beardless man in front of him and said, "I call you to come forward. Doesn't that person have any instructions?"
The pale-faced man without a beard stared at the scribe and said, "My lord, I told you to stop all actions against Chu Yi!"
The genuine tea scribe paused slightly, and a smile gradually appeared on his face. He slowly put down the teacup in his hand and looked up at the other person. His smile gradually turned cold and he said, "It seems that that person is scared!"
"How dare you be disrespectful to your lord!"
The white-faced and beardless man pointed at the other person with a sharp voice, and the next moment he heard a muffled groan. The scribe shook his folding fan, and a finger fell into the steaming teacup, and the white-faced and beardless man who was originally pointing at him
The man's face was full of horror, but his cry of pain was stuck in his throat.
Ten fingers connected to the heart, one finger was cut off, and the man screamed instinctively, but the scribe sealed the acupuncture points, causing him to tremble all over and break out in cold sweat.
The scribe held the tea cup with a piece of finger soaked in it and shook it gently: "That guy really can't hold up the wall with mud. With such courage, he actually wants to compete with Chu Yi. I think he is not even as good as Liu Jin!
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The pale-faced man opened his eyes wide and glared angrily.
The scribe pointed at the white-faced and beardless man and said: "Tell him, Dang Duan has been constantly disturbed by him. Now that this boat has come up, it cannot be disembarked just by thinking. I really think that the little tricks he did can be concealed."
Chu Yi, how long will it take?"
As he spoke, the scribe sneered and said, "Go away!"
The white-faced and beardless man gave the scribe a bitter look, gritted his teeth and left.
Not long after, a pot-bellied man who looked like a member of the Communist Party of China came into the room, sat in front of the scribes and said with a smile: "Isn't Zisheng afraid that the dog will jump over the wall and bite us back?"
