Didn't his brother Zhu Qizhen fall into blood because of the royal conquest? Why do you want to do this again?

"Those ministers have to let our brothers meet, what a deliberate intention, my good brother, since you have the ambition to lead the army to fight for the Ming Dynasty, with such courage, why do you have to suffer the humiliation of being captured......" Zhu Qiyu's heart couldn't help but put all the dissatisfaction on Zhu Qizhen's body, wishing that Zhu Qizhen would die under the civil fort at that time, why now.

Just as Zhu Qiyu was thinking wildly, the imperial chariot under him gradually slowed down, and a shrill and humble voice sounded in his ears. "Your Majesty, you have arrived at the Desheng Gate, please let Your Majesty come down......"

And on the avenue from Zhu Qiyu's imperial chariot, the former queen Qian, who was full of tears, was sitting on the phoenix chariot with the Empress Dowager Sun, and also rushed towards the Desheng Gate.

"Your Majesty, the concubine has come to see you......" Qian Yiniang, who was becoming more and more haggard, was looking at the tall city gate tower at the end of the road stupidly, and whispered, why didn't Empress Dowager Sun burst into tears, if it wasn't for Qian Yiniang's begging, how could she come here in person, which only increased her sadness.

"It's okay, the mourning family can also take a look at my unfilial emperor......"

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"Look, what's going on over there?" A Ming soldier who was standing on the gate tower of Desheng Gate suddenly pointed ahead and shouted, and the chief next to him suddenly leaned over and looked out, and saw a group of thorn elite horsemen surrounding a carriage, slowly galloping towards the Desheng Gate, about enough to see a figure in a bright yellow robe sitting on the carriage, Shi Chang couldn't help but change color slightly: "Could it be Your Majesty?" ”

Exclamations came and went on the walls of Yanjing in the Ming Dynasty, and at this moment, Zhu Qiyu, who was pale, had just stepped on the tower of Deshengmen......

"Unexpectedly, it turns out that the city wall of Yanjing City is so tall and majestic......" Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting on the carriage that was slowly approaching the Desheng Gate of Yanjing City, was surprisingly not the slightest nervous, but looked at the majestic Ming Yanjing with great interest.

The shape of this carriage is extraordinarily unique, and the interior decoration is extraordinarily luxurious, but around this carriage, it is nailed into a cover with a wooden leisure as thick as a human arm, just like a prisoner cart, and in front of it sits a tile spur driver, controlling four healthy horses, pulling this prisoner cart, which can be called the most gorgeous prisoner cart of this era, and marching towards Desheng Gate.

At this moment, the car surrounding Zhu Qizhen was driving slowly forward and was the one who was ordered by Boyan Timur to guard his great son. At this moment, Tarson saw that Zhu Qizhen still looked as usual, and while secretly respecting in his heart, he also faintly felt a little uneasy.

Nearly a thousand fine horses, with the carriage towards the Desheng Gate gradually approached, Zhu Qizhen suddenly raised his head to look at the Desheng Gate tower, he saw the emperor's honor guard on behalf of the emperor fluttering high above the tower, first stunned, and then he figured out why his younger brother appeared here.

Zhu Qizhen is really a little curious about this younger brother he has never met, historically, Zhu Qizhen just let this good brother be locked in a small dark room for eight years, if it weren't for the fact that several ministers took advantage of Zhu Qiyu's serious illness to embrace Zhu Qizhen and make a change to seize the door, I am afraid that Zhu Qizhen could only hide in the corner and draw circles in his life.

Above the city, the dragon flag of the Daming regiment swept away in the cold wind, and above the city, countless figures were running, the sound of the impact of the blades, the friction of the armor leaves, and the exclamations from time to time, all of which made Zhu Qizhen feel extraordinarily cordial.

Above the city, dozens of civil and military ministers all stood in front of the female wall, looking at the bright yellow figure on the prisoner cart on the other side of the moat, several old courtiers were already in tears at this moment, choked up and couldn't speak.

Yu Qian's face was red, his eyes were staring at the tile spur spirit rider who was escorting Zhu Qizhen, his eyes seemed to be about to spew out a fire hand, and the hand holding the long sword at his waist was already white.

Zhu Qiyu sat on a temporarily moved chair, his head hung slightly, as if he was asleep, only Wang Cheng, a confidant eunuch who served Zhu Qiyu, knew that Zhu Qiyu's hand that was stroking the jade pendant on his waist was trembling slightly.

Whether it is the head of the city or the city, there is a dead silence at this moment, and even those frivolous war horses have stopped their four hooves at this moment, and meekly look left and right.

On the high slope in the distance, a man in a brocade robe and gold armor also patted the war horse on his body first, and the smile on his face was indescribably happy and proud.

Boyan Timur had a faint smile on his face, but when he saw the back of Zhu Qizhen slowly standing up on the carriage, Boyan Timur tilted his head a little unbearably......

"Who's in the city?!" Zhu Qizhen stood up straight, and tried his best to beat the robe on his body with his sleeves to make it clean, this dragon robe also belongs to the captured victory of the Tile Thorn people, and the one he originally wore on his body has already been tattered and out of shape, some time ago, he also specially sent someone to send it, it can be regarded as a costume for his own performance, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

Zhu Qizhen's voice was a little hoarse, but it was quite loud, and it seemed extraordinarily clear and lofty in this wilderness, but when he roared, there was no echo from the city, even if Zhu Qizhen could see a pair of black and white eyes from the gap in the female wall, his eyes were full of surprise, pity, coldness, contempt, and sympathy, but he couldn't hear a response.

Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly, yes, there is still a son of heaven in the city, and he is just a big unlucky ghost who was captured by the Tile Thorns, and now that he is here, it is not an exaggeration to describe himself as greedy for life and afraid of death, not to mention, the civil and military ministers on the city wall, as well as his own brother, should understand that he is here to hit the morale of the Ming defenders?

Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath, and his voice was much higher than that. "I know there's someone above the city."

The Tile Thorn Iron Rider beside him was not nervous at all, and all of them squinted their eyes, looking at the great genius who was shouting with contempt, even almost pitiful.

The wind whistled from the ground and the river, and the dust and grass clippings almost fascinated Zhu Qizhen's eyes. The dead silence made Zhu Qizhen feel extremely sad, even chilling to the bone.

Is this the hometown I want to return to? Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but ask himself in a low voice......

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