Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Reincarnation of Eighty-One Years (Ticket Collection)

also noticed something first, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Boyan Timur, who was still about to move, and smiled. "Okay, second brother, don't be angry for a mere eunuch. The little eunuch doesn't know how to be polite and humble, and it's not a big deal. Xining, haven't you ever thanked Lord Pingzhang for not killing?! ”

Xi Ning didn't understand where he was excusing himself, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone was even more humble. "Thank you Lord Pingzhang for not killing, the villain is willing to smear his liver and brain to repay Lord Pingzhang and the Taishi."

Boyan Timur's face was cold, and his eyes were fixed on the eunuch who was lying on the carpet like a leper dog, and it took a while to let go of the big hand holding the scimitar at his waist. Snorted coldly: "If it weren't for my brother's sake, I would have taken your dog's head today." ”

"Thank you, Lord Pingzhang, for teaching the slave and maid to never forget." Xining buried his head deeply, but there was boundless hatred in his eyes, of course, a lackey like him who was hugging the tile's thick legs naturally didn't dare to be rude to the powerful Boyan Timur, what he hated was the captured son of the great tomorrow Zhu Qizhen, if it weren't for him, how could he be exiled to the tile, if it wasn't for him, how could he be almost slaughtered by Boyan Timur.

The resentful hatred made Xining hate the fallen great tomorrow more and more, and even longed for him to die immediately......

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"Your Majesty, you shouldn't promise them." Yuan Bin was dumbfounded for nearly half an hour before he slowly spoke, his slightly trembling voice revealing a hint of sadness and despair. In the past, Yuan Bin had never paid attention to the surname of the Son of Heaven, but after getting along for more than two months, he knew very well that the Son of Heaven would never bend his head, so when the time came, it would inevitably anger the Tile Thorn people, and Yuan Bin didn't even want to think about this kind of consequence.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are doing this, you are completely putting yourself to death, and Weichen is willing to go to the Jingshi City on behalf of Your Majesty." Ha Ming knelt down in front of Zhu Qizhen and choked up.

"Okay, okay, you two big men, what's the point of crying? In your eyes, do you still have me? It's all for me to sit down. Zhu Qizhen, who helped and appeased for a long time, but had no effect, couldn't help but shout with a cold face.

"I don't dare." Yuan Bin and Ha Ming hurriedly sat up straight, but their expressions were still like mourning.

"How can I not know about your concern for me? But now, I have to do it. Zhu Qizhen sighed lightly, glanced at the brand-new bright yellow dragon robe that had just been sent, and showed a bitter smile on his face. I don't want to, do you think that if you wait for someone first, you won't dare to embarrass me? ”

Hearing this, Yuan Bin and Ha Ming's heads couldn't help but hang lower.

"Nowadays, the capital division is empty, and most of them are prepared troops transferred from all over the country, and the courtiers are also panicked when they have no heart for war...... Daming has this crisis, to speak, it is not because of me, but when the time comes, under the capital city, it will be an opportunity for me to make up for the mistakes I made before. ”

"The ministers also died with His Majesty." Yuan Bin gritted his teeth and bowed down again, and Ha Ming also bowed down in front of Zhu Qizhen fearlessly.

Seeing that the two of them were so decisive, Zhu Qizhen's heart couldn't help but feel hot, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled. "Get up, I didn't say I would die, what are you anxious about? Moreover, you can't go. ”

"Why?!" Ha Ming couldn't help but say in a hurry.

"Because I am the emperor and the son of heaven of the Ming Dynasty, they don't dare to make a move against me under the Jingshi City, otherwise, the 200,000 rabble will also become a mourning soldier who makes the world tremble." Although Zhu Qizhen was not too sure in his heart, at this moment, his expression seemed so firm. "But you are different, but if they have nowhere to vent their anger when they arrive, but they want to kill you to vent their hatred, how can I stop them?"

After hearing what Zhu Qizhen said, Yuan and Ha also felt that there seemed to be some truth, and with Zhu Qizhen's insistence, they could only give up their plan to follow Zhu Qizhen to the next trip to Najing City.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, if Your Majesty is ...... Ministers never live alone. ”

"Unless you see my corpse with your own eyes, I will not allow you to kill yourself, and leave it to be useful to help me!" Zhu Qizhen stretched out his hand and patted the shoulders of the two of them vigorously......

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Two days later, on October 11, the 14th year of orthodoxy, on the head of the Daming Yanjing City located at the northern end of the North China Plain, I finally saw the smoke and dust that covered the sky, and the rumbling hooves like a storm crashing on the shore.

More than 57,000 tile spur elite, with an arrogant and barbaric state of seniority, to the first year of the Gongwu in August, by the first general of the Ming Dynasty Xu Da led the army to capture the Yuan capital of the past, now the Ming Dynasty Jingshi, after nearly a hundred years, the iron hooves of the Mongols appeared again at the northern end of the North China Plain, and the banner of the Mongols fluttered high again.

"Eighty-one years, eighty-one years have passed, and we, the descendants of the blue wolf and white deer, are once again standing under the walls of this capital." First, the supreme leader of this Tile Thorn Army, at this moment, was looking at the tall and majestic city wall of the Jingshi with tears streaming down his face. The other generals and ministers wept with joy and wept bitterly.

From August of the 28th year of the Great Yuan Dynasty to the 28th year of the Ming army, the Ming army captured the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, and Yuan Huizong began to flee north, the iron cavalry of the Mongols has never been able to see the old capital that countless Mongolian warriors yearn for the most, representing the symbol of the nomadic enslavement of the farming people.

Looking at the tall city wall, looking at the panicked Ming defenders on the city wall, he also took the horsewhip in his hand and pointed directly at the Beijing Division. "It's still us Mongols who have come here, but this time, it's not the Erjin clan who no longer have their blood surnames and authority, but our Junggar clan."

"One day, our Lotus clan will definitely be able to replace the Son Jin clan and become a new generation of golden family." I was so excited that I thought of the bright future and future first, and my eyes couldn't help but moisten.

The cheers of the Tile Iron Riders came in waves, and they howled excitedly, like wolves that were hungry to the extreme, but saw the delicious fat lambs that had been trapped in their prey range.

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ps: The second more arrived, the pros took a look slowly, rubbed their fingers, the big ** is coming, the pros still have tickets and tickets, and there are collections!