A wet slender hand didn't know when it landed on Zhu Qizhen's hand, Zhu Qizhen was slightly stunned, and raised his eyes to look at the owner of this slender hand, Naren County Lord.

"My eldest brother and my second brother have already agreed to your request, don't be too sad, you know?" Looking at this delicate face that overflowed with deep concern, as well as the soft voice that made people feel calm, Zhu Qizhen showed a faint smile and nodded. "Thank you......"

This sentence was so light that even Naren thought she had misheard, and looking at the figure of Zhu Qizhen galloping towards the place where the prisoners of war had gathered, Naren felt like a panicked deer slamming into her heart, hitting her face and making her face hot and hot. "He actually thanked me?" The corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, and a sweet smile rippled from the corners of her mouth, scattered on her delicate face.

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"Who's coming?" A prisoner of war stood up, stared at the horse and looked at the person who was in front of him, and after seeing the face of the person who came, the face of the captured Ming internal guard was instantly extremely bloody. "Your Majesty! It's Your Majesty, it's Long Live Lord! ”

One person, two people, gradually, almost all of them stood up and squeezed towards the low fence erected by the prisoner of war camp.

The haggard, withered, gloomy, and even desperate faces gradually became vivid in Zhu Qizhen's eyes, their eyes became eager, and their expressions became vivid, even the dirty clothes on their bodies also looked so bright in Zhu Qizhen's eyes.

He galloped his horse to a distance of more than ten steps from the fence, but was stopped by the soldiers guarding the prisoner of war camp, and Zhu Qizhen stopped.

"Weichen, the last general to meet Your Majesty...... Long live the ...... "Everyone behind the fence made all kinds of calls, Zhu Qizhen bit his lip tightly, trying to make his spine stand taller on horseback, so that those prisoners of war in the distance could also see his appearance.

After almost a cup of tea, the roaring and crying in the prisoner of war camp gradually stopped, and everyone's eyes fell on Zhu Qizhen's proud figure like a green pine.

At this time, Naren, Detachment Sun and others had already rushed over, and Yuan Bin and Na Ha Ming had already jumped off their horses in front of the horses in Zhu Qizhen, and were arguing with the tile spur soldiers who were blocking the horses in Zhu Qizhen.

Soon, under Naren's hint, the Tile Spur soldiers guarding the prisoner of war camp retreated stupidly, but they were still watching from both sides, after all, the vast majority of Ming prisoners of war were held here, and if something went wrong, their lives would not be saved.

"You ......" Zhu Qizhen opened his mouth, but as soon as he shouted two words, he felt that his throat was really blocked, and there was an urge in his heart to smash the low fence so that these Ming soldiers could return to their homes now.

"Your Majesty, the ministers can see that Your Majesty is safe and sound, and I will wait for death without complaint! I only hate to be cowardly as ministers, and I can't fight to the death to protect His Majesty. A tearful captured general couldn't help but slam his head against the fence, his voice hoarse like that of a desperate lone wolf.

The sound of choking was everywhere, and a sad and desolate atmosphere spread in the prisoner of war camp, Zhu Qizhen couldn't hold back any longer, turned over and jumped off the horse, and pushed away a tile spur soldier who wanted to stop him again, with so much force, that he even directly pushed the strong tile spur soldier to the ground.

In the angry eyes and shouts of those tile spur soldiers, under the attention of those Ming prisoners of war, Zhu Qizhen strode forward to the low fence, although it was said to be low, but it was still at least nearly one and a half people tall, Zhu Qizhen looked at the sad and excited face of the first line across the fence, threw the Mongolian fur hat on his head aside, and untied the thick Mongolian robe on his body and threw it aside. In front of those Ming soldiers who were struggling to survive, he revealed his thin Han costume.

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Everyone looked at Zhu Qizhen, who behaved unexpectedly, and watched him comb his hair with his hands, and after combing his robe, he was solemn as if he was sacrificing heaven and earth, his hands were wrapped around his forehead, and he reached the ground......

Above millions of people, the king who is always high above, even in the face of the fierce soldiers of the tile spurs, and the great tomorrow son Zhu Qizhen, who is not a little half-bent, but in front of this extremely simple prisoner of war camp, he bowed his proud head to the Ming soldiers who were captured by the tile thorns, and bent his spine that seemed to be made of steel in front of the enemy......

"I here, Xiang Er, and the people of the Ming Dynasty who have already paid for their lives because of my sins in the Tumubao Change......" Zhu Qizhen's voice was not high, and even a little hoarse because of excessive emotion, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone nearby.

Porphy ...... The Ming prisoners of war behind the fence were in tears at this moment, kneeling on the ground in unison, and saluted the great emperor who bent his back towards them. "The ministers will die and dare not accept the gift of His Majesty."

"Please accept my gift on behalf of those Ming soldiers who have died because of my mistakes......" At this moment, no matter how sensational the words came to his mouth, they became tasteless bitter scum, and he couldn't express Zhu Qizhen's feelings. Otherwise, how can I bear it? How is the heart at ease? ”

There seems to be a voice crying in his heart, maybe it is the will that Zhu Qizhen still has in this body, presumably, he will also agree with his own approach, right? The corners of Zhu Qizhen's mouth curved slightly, straightened his spine, and walked horizontally to the other side of the fence, just like Fang Cai, long to the ground, as if he didn't do this, he couldn't face it, or he couldn't make up for the guilt in his heart.

Behind the fence, there was no longer a single Ming man standing, and they all fell to the ground, and the direction in which their heads bowed was moving with Zhu Qizhen's heavy and staggering footsteps.

Naren's blue eyes stared at Zhu Qizhen's gloomy and lonely figure without blinking, looking at his head and spine that had not bent down even in front of his brother towards those prisoners of war, at that moment, Naren felt a warmth overflow from his eyes, slid over his cheeks, and finally, dripped on the back of his hand, soaking out a piece of coldness.

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ps: 200,000 heroic souls, should be sacrificed, should be sacrificed......

Friends, as soon as the update arrives, take a slow look, the number of fans is actually two hundred and five, which is really ...... Uh, I feel cool, but I also feel a little bit like that......