Zhu Jianshen was stupid.

You are going to die, why do you want to take me?

You said it impassionedly, but you turned your head and wanted to send me on the road first? Are you sick?

However, Wang Qin grabbed him and dragged him over without any reason.

Zhu Qiyu looked at him calmly: "Prince, in the past eight years, if I really want to kill you, who can protect you?" ”

"I killed you today, not because of your biological father Zhu Qizhen."

"Rather."

"As the prince of the Ming Dynasty, the future son of heaven, you should have the generosity of the king's death!"

"Don't learn from Zhu Qizhen, like a dog, wag your tail and beg for mercy first! In order to survive, recognize Warat as a father! ”

"He is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Not a dog!"

"I'm the fourth generation of the Ming Dynasty!"

"There are no cowards!"

"Come on, prince, it doesn't hurt, it'll be fine soon!"

Zhu Qiyu pulled out the sword of the Son of Heaven, and the tip of the sword was pointed at Zhu Jianshen.

Zhu Jianshen sat on the ground, rubbing back constantly, his face was full of horror, and tears rained down: "Your Majesty, don't kill me, don't kill me......"

There was a hot flow in the crotch of his pants, and he peed his pants for the third time.

"Coward!"

"A coward like your father!"

"How can my Ming royal family have such cowards! Damn it! ”

Zhu Qiyu was furious.

You're not a coward, why don't you stab yourself to death first?

You're targeting me!

Zhu Jianshen used both hands and feet, desperately retreating.

"Your Majesty and slow ......"

Wang Qin seemed to hear the sound of horses' hooves.

But Zhu Qiyu no longer said anything, and poked down with a sword.

"Ahh Zhu Jianshen screamed miserably.

Wang Qin hugged Zhu Qiyu and shouted: "Your Majesty, there is the sound of horses' hooves!" The sound of horses' hooves! ”

But the sword has already been poked down.

Zhu Jianshen screamed and trembled, and he was directly incontinent, incontinent and incontinent!

The scream was as if it had been poked to death.

As a result, Zhu Qiyu looked down and saw that his sword poked under the prince!

didn't hurt the flesh at all, and the tip of the sword was pierced into the pants, turning the good pants into a pair of open pants.

"Where did the sound of horses' hooves come from?" Zhu Qiyu really didn't mean it, this kid withdrew too quickly, and he suffered by himself.

"It's the movement of the noon gate! It must be that Jingying is here! ”

Wang Qin's face was full of excitement, and he shouted at the guards: "Yu Shaobao has arrived!" Jingying has entered the palace! Cheer up and protect the Emperor! ”

He asked the eunuchs to surround Zhu Qiyu.

Xuan Ying's eyebrows were raised, and her eyes flashed with pride.

But at this moment, a team of defeated troops came in embarrassment, and when they got closer, they saw that it was Gao Gu, who was very embarrassed.

"Your Majesty, the Huiyin Gate is lost, and the prince is seriously injured......" Gao Gu's voice was desolate.

Zhu Qiyu was just about to be furious.

Boom, the gate of Fengtian is broken!

The wolf-like border army rushed in, and the guards didn't even dare to resist, so they knelt down and surrendered, and there was chaos in front of the door.

"Emperor, enter the palace quickly!"

Wang Qin protected Zhu Qiyu and retreated into the Fengtian Palace.

Zhu Qizhen was full of stench, red eyes, like a bloodthirsty beast, and rushed in with a sword: "Zhu Qiyu! Get out! ”

He exploded!

was scolded by the prince first, and his face was lost.

Then he was slapped in the face by persimmons, and the emperor's dignity was not left at all.

He is now not an emperor, but a flame of vengeance!

A blazing fire that burns the heavens and the earth!

Burn Zhu Qiyu to death, and kill Zhu Jianshen, the disobedient and unfilial bastard!

With a bang, the gate of the Fengtian Temple closed.

Zhu Jianshen shrank his head like a quail, because he was one step too slow and was locked at the door.

"Rebel! Unfilial son! ”

Zhu Qizhen was furious when he saw him, and rushed over with his sword.

Zhu Jianshen is really a dog.

After being an emperor for eight years, my crazy uncle wants to kill him, and my biological father, who has been imprisoned for seven years, wants to kill him, what did I do wrong! Why are they all aimed at me? I'm only 10 years old!

Zhu Jianshen didn't dare to kneel down and plead guilty, so he ran away.

"Stop! Rebel son give me a stop! ”

Zhu Qizhen raised his sword to chase.

But he was pulled by Shi Biao: "Emperor Taishang, the business is important!" ”

Zhu Qizhen glanced at him coldly, and Shi Biao shrunk his neck: "Emperor Taishang, Yu Qian has led his troops into the palace, and he will fight quickly." ”

"Yu Qian?"

Zhu Qizhen's eyes were full of anger: "Okay, kill Zhu Qiyu first, and then slaughter that little rabbit cub, I don't have such a son!" Knock on the door! ”

"Yes!"

Shi Biao organized his soldiers to bang on the door.

He sent someone to inform his uncle to hurry up and support the Fengtian Temple.

At this time, Liu Yongcheng, the eunuch who attacked Huiyinmen, also led his army to gather.

"Participate in the Emperor!"

Although Liu Yongcheng is a eunuch, he is a famous general, who followed Taizong's five expeditions to Mobei, quelled the rebellion of the Han King when Xuanzong, repeatedly broke the three guards, and made great achievements.

Zhu Qiyu attached great importance to such a person after succeeding to the throne and ordered him to control the Beijing camp.

But I can't imagine that I killed the original owner, this is another two or five boys!

It's not just him.

His adopted son Liu Ju is a diehard loyalist of Zhu Qizhen.

"What's my name?" Zhu Qizhen's voice was low.

"Slave Liu Yongcheng, long live Emperor Hewu!" Liu Yongcheng lay on the ground.

The corners of Zhu Qizhen's mouth curled.

Looking at the incomparably familiar Fengtian Temple, it's been eight years, and he's back!

The guy who stole the throne will soon be punished by the most cruel punishment in the world! I want him to live, not death!

Boom!

The Mukden Gate has been broken!

Zhu Qizhen's eyes burst out with a blazing light.

It's back!

I'm back!

Eight years later, I'm finally back, reigning once again!

He stood at the gate of the Fengtian Temple, looking into the hall.

Everything is so familiar, even a floor tile, it gives him a sense of familiarity.

He's back, he's Zhu Qizhen back!

It's worth it after suffering so much for eight years.

It's just that......

There was a mouse, a rat that made him feel extremely bad, and he sat on the dragon chair and looked at him condescendingly!

Even though he has been defeated, he is still looking at me with the attitude of a victor!

Why are you looking at me like that?

You have been defeated, should you kneel at my feet and ask me to forgive you?

Isn't it?

That's what I did back then......

Zhu Qiyu!

Those discordant scenes flashed in his mind, and he suffered more losses today than he had suffered in a year in Warat!

Zhu Qizhen's eyes were full of anger, and he pointed at him: "Zhu Qiyu! It's great that you dare to live! ”

"Zhu Qizhen, why don't you kneel when you see me?"

Zhu Qiyu, who was sitting on the dragon chair, spoke slowly, he sat upright, holding the sword of the Son of Heaven, and looked down at Zhu Qizhen.

"You are worthy of being called me, too!"

Zhu Qizhen roared: "Bastard! Unsightly bastard! ! ”

"Huh."

"Zhu Qizhen, poke your chest with your hand and ask yourself, are you worthy to sit on this dragon chair?"

"I don't mention the defeat of Tumu Fort, nor do I mention that you recognize Warat as your parents, let alone that you called the door to Xuanda! None of this is mentioned! ”

"I'll ask you!"

"You are a historian, how should you write this history?"

"I am brilliant and bright, reshape the Chinese clothes, and recreate China, how great!"

"Four generations of heroes, all virtuous monarchs, great achievements, countless!"

"I ask you, how do you ask the historian to write about you?"

"What kind of face do you have to enter my Zhu Clan's temple? And the four emperors of Taizu, Taizong, Renzong, and Xuanzong? ”

"Shameless?"

"Do you call the door?"

"Do you want to be a Hanjian?"

"Is it up to you to restore by force?"

"Hahahaha!"

Zhu Qiyu laughed loudly, and stopped abruptly: "I will ask you, what qualifications do you have to sit on this dragon chair again?" ”

"Answer me!"

"Zhu Qizhen!"

Zhu Qizhen was trembling all over, he didn't want to listen to Zhu Qiyu anymore, he didn't want to hear a word, he didn't want to hear a word.

His words were like knives, and every word poked him in the heart.

I didn't even dare to look at him......

"You, go, get him down! Go! Zhu Qizhen pointed at Shi Biao and roared.

Shi Biao promised.

He walked up the steps step by step, walking on His Majesty.

As the son of a border general, he is not even qualified to enter the Fengtian Temple.

Stepping on His Majesty, he was getting closer and closer to the dragon chair, looking at the Son of Heaven sitting on the dragon chair, but his heart was slightly shocked, Zhu Qiyu's face was full of arrogance, and his expression was a little disdainful.

He had also seen the Son of Heaven before, but Zhu Qiyu was weak and deceitful at that time, looking like a good old man, and he was full of childishness.

Why is it that when I look at him now, he is full of ...... Heroic!

That's right, it's heroic!

So what, the king is the king and the loser, the power struggle only depends on winning or losing, and everything else is useless.

But.

Zhu Qiyu suddenly stood up and swung his sword violently.

Shi Biao was taken aback.

Looking at Zhu Qiyu's haggard appearance that could be blown down by the wind, he never thought that Zhu Qiyu would dare to swing a sword to slash him.

By the time he reacted, it was too late.

The blade of the sword tore open his body, and he rolled down from His Majesty Dan, leaving a shallow blood mark on his body with the Sword of the Son of Heaven.

"His Majesty the Son of Heaven, how can anyone other than the Son of Heaven set foot on it!"

Zhu Qiyu panted with his sword, and his expression was furious: "Zhu Qizhen, do you want to be an emperor or a puppet?" ”

"What is Danma? It is a symbol of imperial power! ”

"Those who are not emperors, those who step on them die!"

"You let the foreign minister set foot on His Majesty, do you also let him sit on the dragon chair? To be an emperor? ”

"Zhu Qizhen, you waste!"

"I can't keep the throne!"

"Now that you have been victorious, as the victor, you dare not personally walk on the dragon chair and drive down I, the king of death, what are you!"

"And you!"

"I will cut you with a thousand knives and punish your ten clans!"

Zhu Qiyu pointed at Shi Biao: "You take another step up, I will take a look!" ”

Shi Biao swallowed his saliva inexplicably.

Obviously, he is tall, strong and brave, and Zhu Qiyu is weak, but he is really a little scared in his heart.

Xuanying, who was shrinking in the corner, saw all this in his eyes, his eyes were full of shock, the Emperor Taishang obviously had the upper hand, but he was crushed to death by Jinshang!

Don't they all say that they are weak and can be bullied?

But when his sword was slashed, how could he have a half-weak appearance, and it was clearly full of heroism.

It's the emperor who is weak and can be bullied......

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