"Your Majesty......" Fan Zhong wanted to speak again, but Zhu Qizhen's raised arm stopped him from blurting out the words. You are hiding here, as long as those thorns find out that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is here, these twigs will be overjoyed, and they will not be able to search carefully, and after they have withdrawn, you will manage to bring this edict with you, and then hand it to the Jingshi. ”

"But Your Majesty, how can the last general bear to see you fall into the hands of the thorn thieves?" Fan Zhong gritted his teeth and gurgled at the root of his teeth, and a pair of big copper bell-like eyes stared viciously at the tiles who were slowly moving upwards at the foot of the hillside.

"Don't forget what I said earlier." Zhu Qizhen opened his mouth and said in a low voice, and finally came up with an emperor's style. I regretted running for a day, tired like a dead dog, and couldn't shake out a bit of the king's spirit, but it played a role. "What's more, I expect that the ancestors will not dare to be rude to me, and you and I will definitely meet each other."

"Your Majesty is right, the Ming Dynasty cannot be said to be without a king. Your Majesty's ability to make such a decision is indeed a blessing to me and the people of the world. I am willing to stay and continue to serve Your Majesty. The head of the guard was also moved to tears.

"But Your Majesty, those thorn thieves don't know you, in case you ......" The middle-aged eunuch's mouth began to tremble, and his face was as blue as if it had been painted.

"Oh yes, which of you understands the words of the Watts?" Zhu Qizhen slapped his head and thought of a serious question, this was five or six hundred years ago, when the national Mandarin was not popularized, and he was useless even if he played a standard Beijing film. It seems that it is necessary to popularize Mandarin education, otherwise, even the other party will think that you are going to rob. That's a bad luck......

"I know a little bit." The head of the guard spoke quickly.

Very good, all the problems have been solved, and the grim situation can no longer tolerate crookedness, and Fan Zhong also knows that at this moment, Zhu Qizhen is using his example as bait, which is a method that cannot be forced, and it is a difficult sacrifice made for the beautiful today and tomorrow and even the future of the Ming Dynasty.

Fan Zhong, the fierce general who knew the righteousness of the battlefield had tears in his eyes at this moment, and kowtowed three times to Zhu Qizhen: "Your Majesty take care, even if the minister dies, he will die under the Jingshi City, today, the minister can no longer protect His Majesty, I hope Your Majesty will take care of himself, if he says that Your Majesty has any accidents, the ministers should follow Your Majesty under Jiuquan." After saying this, Fan Zhong hatefully threw away the mace in his hand, took the war knife handed over by the head of the guard, and turned around and ran towards the bushes without looking back.

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Zhu Qizhen smiled bitterly with some regret: "It's a pity, there are too few places to hide here, otherwise, I really hope that you can all hide, in this way, one more person will go back, and this edict will be safer." ”

"Your Majesty, are they really not going to use swords against you?" The head of the guard tightened his grip on the weapon, and couldn't help but ask again.

"As long as they know my identity, it is always more important to take me, the living former Ming Emperor, to receive a reward than to mention my head." Zhu Qizhen sighed. The figures of the Tile Thorns were becoming clearer and clearer. "It's just that I'm suffering you." Zhu Qizhen looked at these seven or eight loyal guards, and his heart warmed, if it weren't for them, as well as the desperate protection of those dead guards, Zhu Qizhen believed that he was afraid that he would have been chopped into pulp by those crazy tile spur soldiers when he just left the camp. And now, he has to take the initiative to appear in the eyes of those thorns.

"Your Majesty is for the eternal prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, even if we die, we will have no regrets." The head of the guard smiled, the smile on his face so sincere, revealing a sense of relief. And the guards with knives behind him also smiled, looking at these good men who regarded death as home, Zhu Qizhen had an indescribable shock in his heart, it was such a person who supported the Ming Dynasty, and was able to drive the Mongols who controlled most of the Eurasian continent out of the Central Plains, and in the hundreds of years since, they have been struggling.

Who said that the backbone of the Chinese was extinct by the time of the Song Dynasty? Looking at the thorn people who were struggling to climb towards the small hillside, opening their teeth and claws and screaming, Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath of the salty air, raised his head, and let the howling wind dry the moisture in his eyes. At this moment, the dignity of being an emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the dignity of a Han emperor made him forget all his fears, and he stood there, looking down at the cavalry under the mountain, as if they were just hateful reptiles.

"#¥%#@@......" The head of the guard had already thrown away the weapon in his hand and stood in front of Zhu Qizhen, shouting loudly in his stammering Mongolian. And Zhu Qizhen could only continue to stand stupidly and stand there surrounded by a group of guards who obeyed his orders, threw down their weapons and became defenseless.

The roar of the head of the guard first made those tile spur cavalry who had approached them no more than twenty steps away, and then it seemed that they were arguing about something, and several tile spur cavalry raised the scimitar in their hands, with a eager expression, seeing the performance of these tile spur soldiers, Zhu Qizhen's little heart suddenly hung to his throat.

And at this moment, a Chinese dialect like sandwiched rice sounded from among the tile spur cavalry. A well-armored man pushed away the soldiers in front of him and stood in front of Zhu Qizhen and the others, a pair of thin eyes viciously examined the guards in front of him who had already dropped their weapons.

In the end, his gaze fell on Zhu Qizhen, who was standing in the circle surrounded by those guards, and shouted in stiff Chinese: "Who is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, stand up." ”

Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath, tried hard to push away the guards who wanted to use their bodies to protect themselves in the center to avoid injury, and slowly walked out, trying his best to control the two soft legs that were almost untenable, Zhu Qizhen vigorously hypnotized himself that he was carrying out a completely simulated three-dimensional personal role-playing game. Make an effort to be able to stand up straight. "I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."

"You say you are the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor of those Han people?" The Centurion's eyes shone with a cruel glint in his slender eyes, and his hand was already on the hilt of the scimitar at his waist. The tall and burly Han man in front of him was indeed dressed in an unusually luxurious manner, and the color of the clothes was bright yellow that ordinary people would never dare to wear, which made this Centurion of the Tile Spur couldn't help but feel his heart jumping.

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