The dazzling sunlight sprinkled on his body, and his face was like a layer of faint golden light, making his whole person seem to ripple with a layer of golden light, standing in the wind, and the sleeves of his robe were flying fiercely.

"Don't force this king to kill you!" He also narrowed his eyes first, and the treasure knife in his hand was half-sheathed, the snow-bright knife light was full of bone-soaked coldness, and the sound of grinding teeth out of the sheath was like the blood-devouring moan of the hellish demon.

"It's time to sacrifice oneself for righteousness. Here is my great head. If you take it, please do it yourself! Zhu Qizhen's spine was inserted straight, facing the fierce wind, with a relaxed smile on his face, and his voice was passionate, even the gale could not be torn or broken, just like the heavy mallet, which smashed into the hearts of a dry thorn tartar, so that they almost lost their breath and thinking.

Suddenly, Yuan Bin seemed to see the scene of standing on the execution ground of Yuan Dadu more than a hundred years ago, the generous man chanting the quatrain that had been sung through the ages, and generously sacrificing his life for righteousness, tears blurred his eyes at some point, and he knelt down in front of Zhu Qizhen, lying on the ground for a long time.

Ha Ming bowed deeply, the three masters and servants, one standing and two kneeling, looking from the back of the sun, the tall and burly Zhu Qizhen was like a proud boulder that seemed to stand on the hillside outside the city of Xuanfu for thousands of years......

The wind blew the battle flag of the thorn fiercely, and the soft roar of the war horse echoed in the wilderness, and he first looked at the master and two servants, the half-sheathed scimitar, as if it was heavier than the masonry of the city wall of the Xuanfu, for a while, he was speechless, and at this moment, he had the illusion that he was a humble prisoner of war at the feet of Zhu Qizhen.

"It's a good man......" The general of the tile spur muttered quietly, shook his head secretly, reined in, and turned away, he felt that he didn't want to face that figure again, as if if he looked at it more, his eyes would be blinded by dazzling flowers.

Boyan Timur looked at the straight back of Zhu Qizhen, followed his gaze, and saw the battle flag on the head of Xuanfu City, which was equally impressive and proud......

"I really underestimate the heroes of the world...... Boyan Timur sighed deeply, and patted the beloved horse under him a little lonely, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was sighing.

Above the city, Yang Hong, a Xuanfu guard dressed as an ordinary Ming soldier, held a wooden gun in his hand, trying to see the figure in a bright yellow robe a hundred steps away, although he couldn't hear the answer from there.

But he still saw the scene of the tile spur general drawing his sword, and the bright yellow figure stood so proudly, as straight as the green pine that was scattered by the sun, Yang Hong couldn't help but have hot eyes, and slowly knelt down on the city wall, the hand holding the wooden spear was too hard, and his nails pulled out the blood from his fingers, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He knew that he would never forget this scene until he died, and he did not want to forget it......

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It was almost autumn, and the vast plain was full of heavy golden and ripe charm, but all along the way, I saw the soldiers of the Nawa Thorn roaring back and forth, and there were no peasants with happy faces, children playing in the fields, and the smoke that was gradually cooking.

Looking at the heavy golden spikes in his hand, under the impatient urging of those tile spur cavalry, Zhu Qizhen stood up, tightened his hand again, glanced at Tuo Ersun and the others lightly, took a step, and continued to walk along the road.

"This Nanren emperor really doesn't want to live anymore." Staring at the back of Zhu Qizhen, recalling the scene a few days ago, Zhu Qizhen stood proudly under the hillside, Detachment had no reason to be deflated, Detachment raised his horsewhip, and slashed in the empty place as if venting, thinking stupidly. Turn around and order your subordinates, continue to move forward, and be sure not to let Zhu Qizhen and his party leave their sight.

"Your Majesty, when you're tired, get in the car and rest for a while, right?" Ha Ming, who was driving the ox cart, saw Zhu Qizhen's slightly stumbling footsteps, and couldn't help but call again.

Zhu Qizhen smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, if you walk more, you can get used to it, speaking of which, these days, I have been walking longer and longer, maybe one day, with my legs, I can also walk back to Daming and Jingshi." ”

Hearing this, Yuan Bin, who was following closely behind Zhu Qizhen, felt hot in his chest for no reason. "Your Majesty will be able to go back."

"Of course. As long as we live, we will definitely be able to return to Daming. Zhu Qizhen smiled, in a happy mood, and even made him ignore the stinging pain coming from the soles of his feet.

The carriage and horses walked slowly, and the journey continued, but today, Zhu Qizhen was still the same as a few days ago, not sitting in the ox cart, but using his legs, walking step by step, until he couldn't walk anymore, then he would return to the ox cart to rest, and then jump off the ox cart and continue to move forward.

Around him, those Tile Thorn soldiers watched the strange behavior of this great tomorrow with cold eyes, and even some people were still talking wantonly, laughing provocatively and arrogantly from time to time, Ha Ming, who knew Mongolian, had a gloomy face like iron, but every time he wanted to retort or scold back, he was stopped by Zhu Qizhen's gaze.

"Although I am a great tomorrow, but now that we are in the enemy camp, I can guarantee your safety when you are by my side, but I cannot guarantee that everyone will not be humiliated, after all, our identity is now just a group of captives."

"But I swear that he will repay them a hundredfold of any reproach we have suffered in the camp of the Watts!" Zhu Qizhen swore viciously when the three of them faced each other in private.

No matter how Ha Ming and Yuan Bin persuaded him, Zhu Qizhen didn't take the ox cart again, not because he had a nerve to torture himself, but as a senior traveler from the 21st century, he understood very well that physical health was not something that came from sitting down, but that he needed to force himself to exercise.

It seems that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty has few long-lived people except for Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di, who have been fighting all their lives, whether it is due to genetic diseases or not, exercising their bodies is the most important thing. When Zhu Yuanzhang was young, he led the army to the east and west. And Zhu Di is not bad, when he is old, he often organizes self-guided tours to kill people and set fires to travel on the prairie, so his physique is also quite strong.

After that, his grandfather and father, these two must not exercise all year round, and if they don't exercise, they will naturally become weak and sickly, so they are very short-lived.

As an excellent time-traveler who traveled from later generations, Zhu Qizhen has always regarded the saying that the body is the capital of the revolution.

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ps: Ladies and gentlemen, you are working too hard, and I'm sorry for you if you don't work hard, today in order to celebrate entering the top ten, I specially add more, so thank you for your strong support! Don't let up and keep up the good work!