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Zhu Cijiong dared to say that whether it was Zhu Cijiong or Zhu Cijiong, in his past and present life, this was the first time that he had such an excited expectation for the arrival of the braided head.

Ao Bai's eyes were cold, and he was about to take advantage of the fact that the holy decree had not yet arrived, and forcibly killed Zhu Cijiong.

Who knows, Zhu Cijiong, who was close at hand, suddenly said a word to him-

"Aobai, do you want to be the regent of the imperial father?"

The voice that was deliberately suppressed by Zhu Cijiong could only be heard by two people.

What the?

Ao bowed and looked at Zhu Cijiong in surprise.

While he was stunned, Zhu Cijiong disregarded his identity, and turned out to be like a scoundrel in the market, rolling on a lazy donkey and rolling to the other side of the execution table.

Aobai's inverted triangular eyes stared at Zhu Cijiong like a poisonous snake.

Boy, you dare to lie to me!

Who knows, Zhu Cijiong squeezed his eyes at him.

What do you mean?

Ao Bai thought about it, does this kid have a way?

……

Wrong!

Ao Bai was suddenly taken aback, Zhu Cijiong was delaying time!

He hurriedly bullied up and stretched out his hand to kill Zhu Cijiong.

"Stop!"

At the critical moment, a fast horse suddenly arrived, a knight on horseback, and the coral top was shining.

"Aobai, in front of the holy decree, it is like a king's landing, but you want to resist the decree and disrespect!"

Hesheri Kabula rattled as he stepped onto the execution platform with a look of rage on his face.

Ao Bai's eyes shrank suddenly, and the hand on Zhu Cijiong's head was unwillingly put down.

The person who came was none other than the son of Hesheri Soni, the Kabula who led the Minister of the Guard, the Assistant, and the Prince Shaobao.

Just last September, he had been in the palace for two months, and his daughter, who had just turned eleven years old, was named queen for the Hesheri clan.

The saint loves it very much, and the flop keeps on night and night.

……

Aobai's eyes shrank.

This is the grandfather of the country! is still the father-in-law of the country who holds real power!

Rao is bold and bold, but he also has to rein in one or two.

"The Minister of the Interior laughed, how dare he worship."

Ao Bai held back his anger and stepped aside.

Kabula sneered, took out his guard's waist card, and showed it to everyone:

"The Holy Decree that the prisoner Zhu Cijiong entered the palace to face the saint."

He glanced at Ao Bai and knelt on the ground first: "The minister Ji Bilong obeys the order!" ”

Accompanied by the kneeling of Suppilon, a group of prison officials knelt on the ground one after another, shouting long live.

Kabula put away his waist card and bowed to the unwilling Ao: "Aozhongtang, do you obey the order?" ”

Aobai's chest heaved, he bit his lip tightly, and finally knelt on the ground:

"Obey the order."

"Huh." Kabula sneered.

He turned to Zhu Cijiong and said, "Boy, the Holy God is dealing with you, this is your blessing, come with me." ”

Zhu Cijiong thanked him in his mouth, glanced at Ao Bai out of the corner of his eye, and glanced at him with deep meaning.

Aobai's heart moved, and he was about to think about the meaning of Zhu Cijiong's eyes, but he saw that Kabula had already taken people away.

……

Zhu Cijiong looked at the majestic palace in front of him, which was very different from the one in his memory, and his heart was turbulent.

The Forbidden City!

This is the proudest place in the bones of every Chinese person - the first palace complex in the world, a city that condenses the wisdom of Chinese ancestors.

However, looking at the buildings in the palace that were either painted vermilion or painted with bright yellow, Zhu Cijiong sighed.

What a taste!

Green bricks and green tiles, flowers on Mo are fragrant and dyed, Zhumen Purple Palace, and the stars are picked by hand.

The aesthetics of classical Chinese are based on elegance and simplicity, implying ink painting.

And in front of him, this is either vermilion, or a large patch of bright yellow paint......

Tut-tut!

Zhu Cijiong, the former prince of the dynasty who walked on the tightrope of death, even had the leisure to comment on his head-

I really don't know if Zhu Cijiong has a big heart or a wandering mind.

In fact, after Li Zicheng's defeat, he fled Beijing in a hurry, and then burned most of the Forbidden City to the ground.

Until this time, only half of the palaces in the Forbidden City had been restored.

Qianqing Palace is the place where the emperor of the Ming Dynasty corrects the chapter daily, and in the early Qing Dynasty, Fulin and Xuanye lived and worked here.

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty was in front of the Taihe Gate, and the Qing Dynasty ......

The Manchu emperors were relatively lazy, so the place where they lived, the place where they discussed and approved the government, were not far from the dormitory - outside the Qianqing Gate.

This...... Walked three miles less!

The south study was originally a side hall of the Qianqing Palace, and it has not officially become the south study that plays an important role in history at this time.

Kabula went in and passed the message, while Zhu Cijiong was guarded by a group of guards, kneeling on the Hanbai stone steps.

He turned his head to look at the copper turtle and bronze crane on the left and right, the sundial and Jialiang, and there was only a sigh.

In the depths of his memory, he lingered with it countless times, at that time, he was the third prince and the object of the stars and the moon.

At this time, the left and right guards and eunuchs surrounded him in the core.

The only difference is that when everyone looked at him in the past, it was a curtain and a reverence; At this time, everyone's eyes on him were cold and mocking!

He closed his eyes, deep inside, unwilling to churn.

I don't know if this is the unwillingness of the original owner......

Don't worry, it belongs to you, I will help you take it back, what belongs to this world, I will let it sweep away the dust and restore the light of the bright moon.

Zhu Cijiong's eyes were firm.

Dog Tartar mistook me for 300 years in China!

Zhu Cijiong knelt on the ground for a long time, until his legs were numb to the point of losing consciousness, and then the eunuch's singing voice was passed in turn.

"Long live the Lord has an order, see your majesty Zhu Cijiong, the prisoner of crime!"

"Long live the Lord has an order, see your majesty Zhu Cijiong, the prisoner of crime!"

……

"Get up, follow the sprinkle family, don't lose the rules."

A little eunuch who looked clear and beautiful appeared in front of Zhu Cijiong's eyes.

Zhu Cijiong stood up slowly, his numb legs couldn't stop shaking.

He swore that he would never taste it again!

Every time he took a step, Zhu Cijiong felt as if his legs were overpowered, and he was numb as if he had been constipated for two hours......

Niang Xipi, this dismount is ruthless enough!

Zhu Cijiong gritted his teeth.

Entering the south study, Zhu Cijiong didn't dare to look up, and honestly followed the guidance of the eunuch and knelt on the gold bricks:

"The sinner Zhu San has seen the Holy Emperor of the Great Qing Dynasty, long live Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live!"

The situation is stronger than people, even though Zhu Cijiong doesn't want to admit it, but he has to say that in the face of power, he has no capital to resist, so he has to make a change.

Hearing Zhu Cijiong's nondescript words, Kabula, who was standing beside Kangxi, was about to get angry, but was stopped by Kangxi.

"You are Zhu Cijiong?"

Kangxi, who was sitting behind the Ming Huang case, sounded very majestic.

As the former owner of this hall, Zhu Cijiong naturally knew that this was not Kangxi's original sound - in the Forbidden City, every hall was designed like this.

The unique design makes the sound more deep and deep under the effect of echo.

to embody the majesty of the superior.