"I know you're difficult, but why isn't it difficult?" Colonel Zhu You took two steps forward, looked at the Jianyu who was held down by the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army in front of him, and said:

"It's these barbarians who are not even as good as dogs, slaughtering my people in Liaodong every day, and while they are talking, I don't know how many more people will die in their hands."

"My heart aches, but I am the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and I can't be without an inch..."

"I have never forgotten you!" Zhu Youxiao lifted the ginseng high, grabbed it fiercely, and said:

"This ginseng, I will order someone to hang it in Xinuan Pavilion, just behind my imperial case, let it alert me every moment, and tell me that there is a group of people like you who are working hard for Daming and Jianyu!"

"When you return to Liaodong, you can pass on my words today to everyone who is still oppressed by Jian, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youxiao, has not forgotten them."

"Please give me some time, give Daming some time!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Youxiao bowed deeply to the generals and colonels of the Dongjiang Army who came to present their prisoners.

Chen Jisheng followed Mao Wenlong deep behind enemy lines, and when he heard the emperor's sincere words, he recalled all kinds of situations he had seen in Liaodong.

His nose was sour, and he said, "Bring the rebel slave general Tong Yangzhen!" ”

When the words landed, a Jianzhou man with pigtailed hair was escorted by two burly Dongjiang military captains, one left and one right.

"Dog slave, when you see the emperor, don't kneel down!"

The two lieutenants glanced at each other and kicked hard, and the arrogant Jianzhou man roared, and then he knelt down.

Tong Yangzhen didn't react too excitedly, just glanced at Zhu Youxiao, who was standing in front of him, and said in Chinese with Jurchen words:

"This is you, the Emperor of the Ming Kingdom?"

Immediately, he spat out the numbing medicine that was stuffed into his mouth by the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army in front of his eyes, struggled to raise his head, and sneered.

"A little doll?"

If he said something foreign, Xiaoxiao would be nothing, but this rebel slave didn't know where to learn these Chinese words, so that the emperor could hear them clearly.

The two lieutenants felt derelict in their duties and hurriedly plugged Tong Yangzhen's mouth with black towels.

Zhu Youxiao stood with his hands in his hands, indifferently looking at the thick phlegm that he spit on the side of his bright yellow boots, without the slightest feeling of movement.

The emperor was so indifferent, and the ministers were all surprised and whispered.

Zhu Youxiao was silent, and hundreds of soldiers of the Dongjiang Army who came to sacrifice prisoners waited solemnly, and for a while, there was a deathly silence outside Chengtian Gate.

"I twisted his tongue first." Suddenly, Zhu Youxiao smiled coldly.

Hearing this, a lieutenant took out the black towel in Tong Yangzhen's mouth, poured a lot of anesthetic into it, took a knife from his boots, and took it directly into his mouth.

After a while, looking at the bloody tongue that was presented by the captain, Zhu Youxiao sneered a few times, turned around and left, and when he arrived at the Chengtian Gate, he left another sentence.

"Ling Chi."

......

On this day, the Yamen of Shuntianfu set up a big platform that was neither tall nor low overnight on the most prosperous archway street in Beijing.

At first, many people didn't know what it was about.

But early the next morning, the emperor ordered Ling Chi to rebel against the slave Tong Yangzhen, beheaded more than 100 Tartars for public display, and the news that they were named Jingguan spread all over the streets and alleys of Beijing.

"Have you heard, the Tartars captured by Zhenjiang Dajie have been tied up in Beijing!"

"I heard that yesterday the emperor also held a ceremony to sacrifice prisoners at Chengtianmen, and these Tartars will be repaid with blood!"

Just when the people below were chatting enthusiastically, more than 100 Jianzhou people were tied up by the soldiers of the Yongwei Battalion.

Along the way, the prisoner cars of the Tartars were thrown with rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and even worse, a mouthful of fishy yellow and foul-smelling phlegm was spit on their faces.

"slaves, cut them down!"

"It's too cheap to cut them directly, you should kill them all!"

"The emperor has done a good job, I am a master of slaves and thieves, and I should never die!"

This beheading and observation of the punishment was originally intended to let the Dongjiang army come.

But just last night, Qi Jin tossed and turned, and still decided to enter the palace to face the saint, and won this opportunity for the Yongwei battalion in front of Zhu Youxiao.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Yongwei Battalion were lined up on both sides of the platform, and they knelt down one by one with solemn faces, and without saying a word, they waved down with a knife.

Looking at the heads of Jianyu rolling to the ground, many people were screaming and scolding, and the Tao was ruthless.

As for that Tong Yangzhen, after being stripped naked, he tightly netted it, strangled out his whole body full of fish scales, and in front of everyone, the executioner with exquisite skills cut his feet with 3,400 knives.

At the time of the execution, Tong Yangzhen no longer had the hardness that he pretended to be yesterday.

In the face of the common hatred of the Ming army and people, he was afraid and panicked, and he didn't know how to defeat such a nation.

The cohesion of the Han people is really not comparable to that of their founding people.

In the twilight, a drop of sweat quietly slipped from the executioner's forehead, and he gently cut the last knife, greatly relieved.

Suddenly, the people who had watched for a long time were thunderous and applauded.

There are wealthy businessmen who spend a lot of money for this last piece of slave meat.

There are also scholars who have written several poems for this grand occasion, which are widely circulated in the market.

......

That night, in the Maoqin Hall of the Forbidden City, Zhu Youjiao taught Zhang Yan to copy "Yue Fei's Breaking the Winter Window".

If you don't teach, the emperor is wrong.

As Zhang Yan's husband, Zhu Youxiao felt that it was necessary for her to know what books should be read on weekdays.

Confucianism should be read less, otherwise it should be the same as the Donglin Party, and it would be stupid to read.

"No, it's not right for you to write like this, bring a pen." As he spoke, Zhu Youxiao snatched the pen in Zhang Yan's hand and wrote the dragon flying and phoenix dance on another piece of paper.

Zhang Yan tilted her head sideways and looked at Zhu Youxiao's serious face.

"Queen, take a look, who is better between me and you?" After a while, Zhu Youxiao put down his pen and said to her triumphantly.

It was only at this time that Zhang Yan came back to her senses, and it turned out that she had been looking at the emperor for a long time.

Feeling a slight burn on her face, she hurriedly looked down.

The next moment, it was a sneer.

The word emperor is very distinctive, and it does not look like Sun Chengzong and other great sages preached on the feast day.

"The word emperor has a very different style, a strict posture, a concubine..."

"How?" Zhu Youxiao came to the spirit.

"It's not good to say much about the concubine, but..."Zhang Yan pursed her lips and smiled, "The emperor can show it to Mr. Sun and them." ”

Hearing this, Zhu Youxiao threw the pen away and rewarded her with an eye knife.

"Show them, don't they want to bother me with one head and two big?"

Looking at the emperor's rogue appearance, Zhang Yan felt even more interesting in her heart.

Even she didn't know that at this moment, the strangeness of this young man in her heart was gradually getting closer.

"By the way, you and I are here!" Zhu Youxiao suddenly thought of something, couldn't help but say, pulled Zhang Yan out of the Maoqin Palace, came to the empty courtyard, and asked:

"Do you like flowers?"

"I like it, Your Majesty, girls like flowers." After Zhang Yan finished speaking softly, she suddenly said, "Your Majesty, what kind of flower do you think the concubine looks like?" ”

Zhu Youxiao was stunned, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.

In his later life, he is just a poor and sour house, and in a hurry, how do you know what flowers can make girls smile.

Zhu Youxiao thought for a long time, then pointed behind Zhang Yan and said vaguely: "It's like that." ”

Zhang Yan looked over and saw that the emperor compared himself to the wild chrysanthemum on the side of the road, and there was a slight disappointment in his eyes.

Soon, though, her eyes lit up.

I saw Zhang Yan running to the place where Zhu Youxiao pointed with his fingers, picking the wild chrysanthemum and putting it on his head, came back and turned around, and asked shyly:

"Is it pretty?"

"Good, good-looking!"

Zhu Youxiao sighed in his heart, a real beauty, even if she is just wearing a roadside wild chrysanthemum on her head, can look so beautiful.