Am I a traitor?

No!

I'm not!

In the face of this kind of trumped-up accusation, Zhu Mingzhong did not refute it, or even defend himself, he looked up at the sunshine.

The sun is blazing!

Looking at the clothes on his body that became the swan song of the Han family after three hundred and fifty years, Zhu Mingzhong gently plucked a few straws from his body, and then flicked off some gray grass, his movements were so light that in the eyes of outsiders, he even looked a little cautious. But anyone can feel his love for this garment from his actions.

This is the clothes of the Han family!

The river wind blew the wide sleeves, Zhu Mingzhong, who had finished sorting out his clothes, raised his head, he looked towards the handsome platform, only to see Zhang Huangyan in a big red auspicious suit, looking at the Daming flag blown by the river wind, looking at the people on the deck were either indignant or calm, looking at the clothes and hair crown of the Han family that had finally become a swan song.

Suddenly, a poem came to his mind.

"If you are alive, you will be Chinese, if you die, you will be bright, and if you die, you will be heavy, and if you are ......seven feet, you will be light."

Plagiarism!

This naked plagiarism, even in front of its original author, but Zhu Mingzhong couldn't laugh, and he didn't even know why he behaved like this, at this time his voice was low, but in that silence, his voice spread to the surroundings, to the ears of Zhang Huangyan and others, only to make everyone's faces change.

No one thought that at this time, he would write a poem.

"Give it mighty, turn it into thunder, give it spirit, and turn it into a sun star ......"

"If you are alive, you will be Chinese, if you die, you will be bright, and if you die, you will be heavy, and if you are ......seven feet, you will be light."

Reading this poem silently between his lips, even Zhang Huangyan's heart and soul were broken, looking at the fearless young man, he doubted his previous judgment.

"Did you guess wrong?"

"Zhang Gong, poetry is like his person, if he can do this poem, he will be a loyal person, and he wants to come ......"

Before Chen Hui finished his words of dissuasion, he only heard the man shouting loudly again.

"Today, Zhu can sacrifice to my Ming world, which is really Zhu's luck,"

When will people be able to face life and death calmly?

Before this time, Zhu Mingzhong didn't know, and he never thought that one day, he would be on the execution platform and face a different situation, but for some reason, that fear disappeared.

Although fearless and fearless, there is always some unwillingness in my heart!

After shouting these words, Zhu Mingzhong said.

"Zhu still has a word of persuasion before leaving, for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, and please don't believe in Lang Tingzuo's plan to slow down the army! Please don't believe Lang Tingzuo's plan to slow down the army! Please don't believe Lang Tingzuo's plan to slow down the army! ”

After three shouts in succession, Zhu Mingzhong's expression was still very calm.

Yes!

Perhaps, this is his mission to travel to this era, if his own head can pass the previous words to Zheng Chenggong's ears, perhaps, China's history will change, maybe......

There may be countless possibilities in the future!

Perhaps his mission is to pass on this message and change history.

Yes!

This may be your own life!

"Hmmm! Lang Tingzo! ”

frowned, Zhang Huangyan didn't know that Lang Tingzuo was the governor of Liangjiang in Dongyu, and his military and political affairs in Liangjiang, the governor of Nanjing, was also the commander of Dongyu guarding Nanjing this time.

A delaying tactic?

Why is that? At this moment, he even wanted to walk over and ask him directly why he was talking so wildly.

Zhu Mingzhong didn't know the doubts he left on others, he seemed to have figured out everything, raised his eyes and saw Jiao Mountain, thinking that Zheng Chenggong had sacrificed to the sky on Jiao Mountain before, but would this heaven and earth still be the sun, moon and sky of the Ming Dynasty? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh and say.

"It's a pity that such a great country has fallen into a bloody state!"

After a sigh, Zhu Mingzhong looked at the wooden stake on the torture platform, the stake was full of black and red, it was the traces left by the residual blood, since this is his mission, then complete it!

"I have the intention to kill the thief, but I can't return to the sky. Die a well-deserved death, quickly, quickly! ”

There is no fear, some are just a kind of free and easy, just like in a dream, now, for Zhu Mingzhong, all that is left is just to complete the mission, after finishing this "Desperate Poem", Zhu Mingzhong freely bowed to Zhang Huangyan and others, no resentment, no begging, and some are just a kind of calm and indifferent.

"Please also ask Lord Zhang to remind the country surnamed Ye not to believe in Nanjing's plan to reduce allegiance and deceit and delay the army! In the next day, I will send you off with my head, and I wish the army a successful Northern Expedition! He is under the nine springs, and he will look at the sun and the moon and the sky will be restored! ”

After that, he directly lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt on one knee on the deck, pillowed the execution stake, and looked directly at Zhang Huangyan and the others with his eyes, no resentment, no hatred!

"Hey ......"

The knife and axe hand holding the big knife on his shoulder snorted according to the rules of thousands of years, picked up a bowl of wine, drank it all and spit at the blade, and then said to Zhu Mingzong.

"On the orders of Lord Lang, the execution, please ...... No wonder! ”

Zhu Mingzong, who was kneeling on one knee and resting his head on the torture pile, smiled slightly at the knife and axe hand, and he did not feel the slightest fear when his wish had been granted.

"Please!"

The knife and axe hand carrying the ghost-headed broadsword, when he heard the "please", his whole body trembled, and he had cut off the heads of many people, and he had never seen such a strong man, this person's smile, that "please". It made his heart tremble, his legs and knees lost his strength in an instant, and he knelt down as soon as his knees were weak, and then he couldn't stop muttering in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang dialects, "Please don't blame the adults and the like", and dare to go under the knife again.

The sudden episode changed the atmosphere on the ship, whether it was a soldier or a military general, all of them turned their attention to Zhang Huangyan! In the eyes of each of them, the person who can compose such a poem must be a loyal person, not a spy sent by the Eastern Prisoner.

But no one opened their mouths to beg for mercy first, and it seemed that everyone was waiting for others to speak first.

In fact, even Zhang Huangyan himself now doubts whether he is too "arbitrary". If it was an ordinary spy, he was afraid that his legs would be weak sooner than the time, and he begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face, but this person ...... Thinking of his two desperate poems, as well as the pure heart in every word, is there such a spy?

But...... Just when Zhang Huangyan hesitated, Chen Hui said respectfully on the side.

"My lord, I think this son is by no means detailed, Ming Zhong Ming Zhong, its name can be seen its loyalty, in my Ming loyalty is more complete in the poem, please think twice!"

"Please think twice!"

"Please think twice!"

Someone took the lead, and naturally someone followed, when the sound of harmony sounded, Zhang Huangyan looked at Zhu Mingzhong who was pillowing sideways on the guillotine pile, looking at the face that did not have a trace of fear, and even now it is still extremely calm, he vaguely felt that he might really have misunderstood him.

However, if the sentence is suspended, will it ...... Looking at those soldiers again, most of them were also unbearable, obviously, they were also infected by their two desperate poems, and they were convinced that they would not be spies.

What to do?

Is it to kill, or is it ......

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