"Your Majesty!" Lao Wang stood up and rushed to the female wall, watching Zhu Qizhen, who looked like a crazy demon, holding the short case and smashing the spur spirit riders who wanted to rush into the carriage, and continued to roar in that hoarse voice: "...... Not with the pro! No compensation! Don't cut the ground! Don't pay tribute! The Son of Heaven guards the country! The king is dead! ”

"Your Ministers obey!" I don't know who shouted hoarsely here, and in an instant, hundreds of civil and military officers above the city shouted in unison: "The ministers obey the order!" ”

Hearing the unanimous response, the smile on Zhu Qizhen's face added a little more, and viciously smashed the horse in his hand towards the head of a tile spur soldier who grabbed his feet, and he raised his head again: "Those who violate the will will will be spurned by the people of the world, and the thief who is condemned by the people of the world, even if Lao Tzu is dead, he will never let go of such a disloyal and unfilial person, I say your grandmother's, get out!" You're a two-b-raised ......."

"He's crazy! Quick, pull the wagon back! The pale-faced Detachment finally understood that there was no way to rush into the completely crucified prison cart to stop Zhu Qizhen from speaking, and if he didn't hurt his life, it would be wishful thinking to want him to shut up, so he had to indignantly command his subordinates to drive the carriage back quickly.

But the driver let Zhu Qizhen, the mad emperor, kick down from the gap in the prisoner car, and if he wanted to ride the carriage, he had to accept the violent beating of the mad emperor.

"Your Majesty......" The old minister Hu Hu, who was like snow, burst into tears, and his hands kept slapping on the city wall.

Yu Qian had already rushed to the women's wall, looking at the Son of Heaven who was trying to get close to the cage, and roared at the same time, Yu Qian felt a kind of remorse that he wanted to draw his sword and stab it into his heart.

Tens of thousands of generals stared blankly at the city outline, by the moat, the great emperor who did not have a trace of the majesty of the Son of Heaven struggled like a madman to fight with his hands and feet and on the ground one by one the soldiers who dared to approach the cage. While he couldn't say a word, he roared intermittently: "Yiniang! You remember, live well, for me! I want you to live well, and I'll come back to you......"

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Qian Yiniang couldn't break free from the hands of those eunuchs and palace maids, her tearful eyes looked at the carriage under the city stupidly, and nodded vigorously, she finally saw her husband again. Shook off a eunuch who was holding her hand, wiped the tears on her cheeks, showed a sweet smile, and shouted loudly to the city: "Your Majesty, the concubine will live well, and when you come back......"

Empress Dowager Sun hugged Qian Yiniang tightly, looked at the carriage that was gradually moving away, couldn't help but burst into tears, opened her mouth, thousands of complaints, countless worries, all turned into a heart-rending cry: "The queen mother is also waiting for you to come back, live well......"

Zhu Qiyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, all the original worries were gone, and in his heart, he had a little more admiration for this royal brother who was in a prison cell and could be arrogant, but more of a blessing. "That's fine, now you can be regarded as a culprit." Zhu Qiyu whispered to himself, as if at this moment, as the Son of Heaven, he was very merciful to forgive his brother's crime of losing power and humiliating the country.

On the top of the city tower, the performance of those ministers howling and crying made Zhu Qiyu feel a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart, if he didn't hold the identity of the Son of Heaven, maybe he would jump out and accuse these ministers, now he is the Son of Heaven and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, which sect did you follow just now?

“…… Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower is the river, and the upper is the star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. I don't know when, such a passionate chanting sound came from the gate tower of Desheng Gate.

Yu Qian Huoran turned his head and saw Wang Hong in the household department, the forehead of this civil official with a strong surname was still oozing blood, the official hat on his head was also a little crooked, and his face was full of tears. But his straight spine, as well as his majestic chanting voice, attracted more people to chant together, and in just a few breaths, the sound of Haoran, rumbling like thunder, roared over the capital city......

“…… One by one.

In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen.

In Qin Zhang Liangshi, in the Han Su Wu Festival.

For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood.

For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue......"

Zhu Qizhen gasped heavily, looking at the turbulent Ming Yanjing with satisfaction, the loud chanting sound, as if falling back into the depths of his soul, that is the famous Chinese martyr Wen Tianxiang's painstaking efforts, that represents the Chinese nation's unyielding mind for thousands of years, that represents the Chinese nation's unbending integrity.

"I'm about to become a fucking hero, right? But fortunately, my unlucky traverser finally didn't lose the face of our dignified Chinese man. Zhu Qizhen laughed self-deprecatingly. His painful voice could no longer shout a word, but his heart was impassionedly responding to the song "Song of Righteousness" that has been sung by countless Chinese sons and daughters through the ages

Tens of thousands of generals wept down, and more than 100 civil and military voices were hoarse, but tens of thousands of elite thorns were dumbfounded, lost their voices, and lost their courage.

"Kill him!" Far away from Lixu, but he could hear it clearly, and there was no trace of joy on his face, and he roared loudly, and the horsewhip in his hand was whipped wildly towards the guards beside him. "Go, kill him for me!"

"Big brother, I can't help it, if you kill him now, the 200,000 Ming army will become mourning soldiers!" Boyan Timur, whose face was also extremely ugly, stretched out his hand and stopped Ye Xian.

"Tell me what we should do?!" First, his eyes almost wanted to breathe fire.

"Attack! Brother, for now, we can't wait any longer. Boyan Timur took a deep breath and looked at the towering city wall of the capital division viciously.

The desolate sound of the horn echoed in the four fields of the capital division, and the towering arrow tower approached the head of the capital city with an ugly creaking sound, and looked down from an extremely high place, countless smoke and dust were like demons, and they were squeezing towards the heart of the Ming Dynasty......

The stirring voice echoed in the sky above the Ming Yanjing, and the people who were originally hiding at home poked their heads out one after another, and the young scholars and scholars in the Guozi Prison on Chengxian Street in Andingmen couldn't help but walk out of the room one after another, and couldn't help but respond softly, and finally chanted loudly.

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ps: The third watch has arrived, take a slow look, well, the third watch, the recommendation and collection of the relatives are also more violent!