The thunder roared, and Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment.

I thought that during the day, there were still blue skies and white clouds, and the sky was clear, why did it suddenly thunder at night?

However, Eunuch Wang has practiced reversing black and white Dafa all year round, and immediately seized the opportunity of this thunder sound, and immediately knelt down towards Zhu Qizhen, shouting loudly.

"Even the heavens praise His Majesty's sage, and respond with thunder!"

"Long live my emperor!"

After speaking, he bowed his head, which made a look excited.

Wang Zhen knelt down, and all his righteous sons knelt down, shouting 'Long live my emperor', looking at the expressions on their faces, one is richer than the other.

And Zhu Qizhen obviously enjoyed this kind of sycophancy, holding his head up slightly, as if he had made a decision comparable to Tang Zong and Han Wu to make the Ming Dynasty strong for ten thousand years.

Wang Zhen smiled even more in his heart, and the more than 1,000 private property he looted on this trip could finally be transported home.

Even if you don't make a contribution, you haven't run in vain.

It's just beautiful.

The other ministers in this room, such as Wang Zuo, the head of the household department, the squire of the criminal department, and other officials, wanted to speak, but finally held back.

Because they all know very well that even important ministers like Kuang Yu, who is in the military department, are useless to speak, so they are just looking for scolding when they open their mouths now, and maybe they will be hated by Wang Zhenji, and they will find an excuse to be killed.

"Zhang Fu!"

Kuang Wei looked at the British Gong Zhang Fu, which seemed to mean that you are an old minister of the Four Dynasties, the head of the nobles, and a famous general of a country, others are afraid of Wang Zhen's revenge and dare not speak, what are you afraid of? !

As a person who knows the soldiers, he clearly knows the benefits and disadvantages of the army camping in the civil fort, why is he always silent!

Regarding the burning gaze cast by Kuang Yu, Zhang Fu just lowered his eyes and lowered his head, and had no intention of speaking at all.

It is said that the years have smoothed the water chestnut, but on the body of the British Gong Zhang Fu, who was high-spirited and stepped on Annan, it is not said that it is the water chestnut, and the horn skin has been polished.

"Kuang Yu, Your Majesty has ordered the whole army to camp, do you have to resist the order?!"

Wang Zhen slowly stood up with the support of Yizi, and looked at Kuang Yu with a sneer, he had long wanted to kill this military secretary, and he was worried that there was no excuse.

“&#%***！”

Kuang Yu's heart was horizontal, his feet stomped, and he was just about to go out with Wang Zhenhuo.

And just then, the door was pushed open.

The moment the sound of the door babbling came out, everyone's brows were subconsciously wrinkled.

Although the civil fort is a dilapidated courtyard of a small fort on the edge, because of the presence of His Majesty the Emperor, this dilapidated courtyard can no longer be called a small courtyard, but has to be renamed the civil fort palace.

And this main house is the palace where His Majesty the Emperor and the ministers discuss state affairs.

Closed-door deliberations are a matter of state, and must not be disturbed.

And those who live below the fifth grade of the official residence are not even qualified to participate in the court meeting, so this door naturally cannot be opened immediately.

"Bold!"

The first to react was Eunuch Wang.

The dead eunuch shouted sharply, and the brocade guards guarding both sides of the door instantly rushed up, and the others also looked at the open door.

The pupils shrank suddenly.

Because, they saw a figure.

In his middle and prime, he began to look old, but between his eyebrows and eyes was the emperor's domineering and rigid intent, which made people dare not look directly, and he was wearing a red dragon robe.

In his hand, he was carrying a touching mace.

Robes?!

The moment they saw the dragon robe, everyone twitched out of their eyes.

Daming is not an era of freedom of dressing, in a fixed period of time, only one person can wear the dragon robe, that is, the emperor, the son of the emperor.

The prince can't wear it, and if he wears it, he will rebel and die of quack.

And the appearance of this person, I don't know why, the ministers always seem to feel a little familiar, as if they have seen it in some painting.

Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting on the dragon chair, was also stunned.

WTF？

So bold?

Wearing a dragon robe in front of Lao Tzu?!

If you don't peel off the skin of your old man today, you old boy doesn't know how to write dead words!

"Dare to encroach on the Son of Heaven and wear dragon robes."

"Jinyiwei listens to the order and corrects this person on the spot!"

For this dragon-robed man who didn't know where to come out, Wang Zhen immediately roared with a shrill voice.

However, the next moment.

When the other three figures followed closely across the threshold, each carrying a different cold weapon in their hands, and appeared in the second ranks, most of the people in the room were stunned, and their hearts trembled.

Two dragon robes, one python robe.

Of course, the main thing is not what these three figures are wearing, but who these three faces represent him.

As an official in the Ming Dynasty, unless it was a bloodbath of officialdom like in the Hongwu period, in order to maintain the operation of various departments of the imperial court, there would be cases of rapid promotion of officials as a last resort.

But except for Hongwu, the subsequent officialdom promotions basically follow the rules of first taking the scientific examination and then climbing up step by step.

It would take twenty or thirty years for a new scholar to climb to the level where he could go out with the emperor.

Therefore, most of the Wenchen in this house are Jinshi in the Xuande and Orthodox periods, and a small number of Jinshi are Jinshi in the Yongle period, such as Kuang Yu, Wang Zuo and other high-level officials of the six departments.

Another example is Zhang Fu among the nobles, who followed his father Zhang Yu to follow Zhu Di Jing Nan.

Of course, including Wang Zhen, this dead eunuch is the palace he entered in the last years of Yongle, and he was fortunate to meet Emperor Yongle a few times.

The moment these three figures came into his eyes, the arrogant eunuch Wang, the arrogance on his face instantly froze.

Surprised? Not surprised?

"What are you doing in a daze? Don't let me take it yet! ”

Only the Ming God of War, the man who is drummed, doesn't know at all.

Originally, a person wearing a dragon robe suddenly appeared, and Zhu Qizhen already felt extremely unhappy, and now a few more ran out.

It's really unbearable for uncles and aunts, and I'm not afraid that I, the emperor, will be a cadre?!

Well?

Zhu Qizhen suddenly felt that something was not quite right, why didn't his words work?

Subconsciously looked at Wang Zhen beside him.

I saw that the whole person of the eunuch was stunned, stunned in place, his eyes were about to pop out, as if he had seen a ghost, his lips trembled and he opened his mouth, and he couldn't say a word neatly.

"Tai, too, too, Emperor Taizong!"

Among the ministers, several old ministers led by Kuang Wei, and several old generals led by Zhang Fu were the first to kneel, and they all went through the Yongle Dynasty and naturally recognized the true face of Emperor Taizong.

"Welcome to Emperor Taizong!"

The first to shout these words was Kuang Yu, and only the reader's brain turned fast.

In the reader's view, everything that cannot be explained by Confucianism can be attributed to theology.

Regardless of the damn thirty-seven twenty-one, this is today's no way, the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty have appeared!

And, more than one!

The other courtiers and nobles who had never seen Emperor Yongle were stunned for a moment.

Emperor Taizong?!

Big brother, are you kidding me?!

But the stunned is confused, even the bigwigs knelt, and their little brothers naturally knelt down with them, and their expressions looked like they had seen a ghost.

However, this Emperor Taizong has not finished shouting.

Three and three figures, six figures crossed the threshold together.

When he saw the person coming again, Kuang Yu and Zhang Fu, the old ministers of the four dynasties, opened their mouths, but they didn't shout anymore, because they didn't know how to shout.

There are three emperors Taizong, forget it...

How come there are still three Emperor Renzong...

Three more emperors?

It's numb...

Completely numb.

How can this be worshipped? I can't worship my head if it's rotten!

The last to cross the threshold were Xu Da, Zhu Neng, Liu Sheng, Tianshun Yu Qian and Hong Xi Zhu Gaoxu, who were no longer concerned.

As for Ji Boying, he had already appeared in the house the moment he stepped over the threshold, but everyone's eyes were focused on the Ming Emperors, and no one noticed his appearance at all.

"Father, father?"

The arrogance on Zhu Qizhen's face was completely put away at the moment when Xuande Zhu Zhanji appeared.

He ascended the throne at the age of nine, and he has never seen his grandfather Zhu Gaochi, nor his grandfather Zhu Di, nor has he had the opportunity to meet his grandfather Zhu Yuanzhang, and even the vague memory of his childhood makes him not remember the specific appearance of his father Zhu Zhanji now.

However, the beard on Xuande Zhu Zhanji's face and the light in his eyes will never be forgotten.

It's like using high-tech to copy a bunch of clones of your father, but as long as the father who raised you gives you a look, you can instantly tell which one your real father is.

This is, father and son.

Yongle Xiaozhu and Hongxi Xiaozhu have never raised such a Zhu Qi Town, so naturally there is no such father-to-son prestige.

Xuande Zhu Zhanji ignored Zhu Qizhen, with a cold face, he walked past the ministers with a black iron rod and came to Zhu Qizhen.

"Father, Father......"

Don't wait for the exit of this imperial word.

'Smack'.

Emperor Xuande's other hand was raised, and his backhand was a slap, and he slapped Zhu Qizhen in the face.

Before Zhu Qizhen, who had a golden star in his eyes, could react to why he was being beaten, Emperor Xuande grabbed Zhu Qizhen by the collar and directly dragged Zhu Qizhen off the dragon chair.

Emperor Xuande, who had just survived his critical illness, was alive and well at this moment, as if he was returning to the light.

After doing all this, Emperor Xuande held the iron rod and retreated respectfully to the side.

The ministers kneeling on the ground were stunned, when the emperor was dragged off the dragon chair by the first emperor, wouldn't it be equivalent to being deposed?!

'Who is this man?' ’

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man wearing a red dragon robe and holding a mace at the beginning.

They always felt that this face looked a little familiar, but they couldn't say where they had seen it, and the guess in their hearts became more and more inventive.

I saw Lao Zhu carrying a mace and walking to the dragon chair with a serious expression.

Looking at this dragon chair made of pure gold, his eyes were cold.

Pro-Zheng also carries a dragon chair?!

What the fuck are you out for war or sightseeing?!

Lao Zhu glanced at Zhu Qizhen, who was being carried aside with a confused face.

For this great-great-grandson who gave birth to a rather heroic face and actually ruined the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty, the ancestor held the mace's hand and couldn't help but clench it a little more.

But as the saying goes, family ugliness should not be publicized.

Turning around, Lao Zhu sat on the dragon chair, his eyes swept over the orthodox ministers in the room.

At this moment, if Kuang Yu and Zhang Fu can't react to who Lao Zhu is, they will be a pure fool.

Now I don't care what is going on, just think that it is a great rise in theology, and everyone is kowtowing and worshipping.

"Welcome to the manifestation of Taizu!"

"Welcome Taizu......!"

“…………”

The voice came out of the house, and the pro-soldiers standing guard outside the house were stunned.

Taizu?

The bigwigs in this room are all schizophrenic played by Eunuch Wang?

"Get on your knees!"

Xuande Zhu Zhanji smashed Zhu Qizhen's back calf with a stick.

Zhu Qizhen, who was already confused, had his brain buzzing, and subconsciously knelt in front of Lao Zhu.

"Get out of here, there is no will of us."

"Starter, slash."

The ugliness of the family is not publicized, and the children and grandchildren are taught a lesson, of course, they cannot be watched by these courtiers.

Lao Zhu's gaze, cold and cold, fell on the bodies of these orthodox courtiers, and everyone was trembling when they were watched.

Is this the rumored Emperor Taizu?!

In the past, I learned from the history books how difficult it was to be an official during the Hongwu period, everyone wanted to go home to farm, and did not want to be an official.

It is only at this moment that they deeply feel what it means to be immersive.

Standing in front of this Emperor Taizu, there was a feeling that he could be stabbed at any time.

"Obey Emperor Taizu's decree!!"

Kuang Yu, Zhang Fu, and Fan Zhong all shouted at the top of their voices.

Under Lao Zhu's deterrence, they even forgot the sense of crisis brought by Wara for a while, and they all got up quickly and exited the house with their heads down.

It wasn't until he walked out of the house that Kuang Yu dared to take a long breath, he didn't dare to breathe in the atmosphere in the house just now, and his back was already full of cold sweat.

"Gong Zhang, what's going on?"

He looked at Zhang Fu, and Zhang Fu also looked at him.

"You read a lot, why do you ask me? If I want to know, what else am I going to do! ”

The corners of Zhang Fu's eyes twitched, because he saw Zhu Neng...

At that time, Zhu Neng was worshiped as the general of Zhengyi, and he marched to Annan in the south, and he Zhang Fu accompanied the expedition as the right deputy general, and halfway through the march, he saw Zhu Neng on the couch breathing, and he took over the position of commander.

How do you feel about a senior who has been dead for almost 50 years that you have witnessed with your own eyes, suddenly appear alive in front of you? Are you afraid?

"By the way, how do I feel that I saw Yu Qian just now, didn't he stay in Kyoto?"

Hubu Shangshu Wang Zuo also wiped the sweat from his head, and sighed a few times.

"That's true."

Kuang Yu was stunned, when he drew up the list of officials to be recruited, for the sake of safety, a basic principle was set, just in case, the first and second leaders of the six departments must be left behind.

After deliberation in the Ministry of War, Kuang Yu, the secretary of the Ministry of War, went out with the emperor, and Yu Qian, the squire of the Ministry of War, stayed behind in the Ministry of War.

"Don't say Yu Qian, I also saw the King of Han, when Emperor Xuande issued an order, I took someone to roast him..."

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"Wang Zhen, he doesn't seem to have come out."

Fan Zhong, who was standing on the side, kept looking at the door, and when the door was closed, he still didn't see Wang Zhen's figure.

When the words fell, everyone's eyes lit up.

Inside the house.

Wang Zhenwang, the eunuch, was bowing down, smiling at Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Emperor Hong Xi, Emperor Xuande and others.

"Then, that, Your Majesty, you, you talk about family affairs, slave maid, slave maid will retire first."

As soon as the cat bent his waist and wanted to turn around, Xiao Zhu Si and Yongle Xiao Zhu had already pressed Wang Zhen's shoulder alone, with a murderous smile on their faces, they all knew that this Wang Zhen was the first eunuch in the Ming Dynasty.

Wang Zhen's body trembled, and cold sweat flowed wildly on his temples.

All the power he attached to Zhu Qizhen was all showy in front of these Ming ancestors, after all, he couldn't even figure out whether these emperors were humans or ghosts.

And Zhu Qizhen, who was kneeling in front of Lao Zhu, looked confused, he subconsciously raised his head, and his neck shrank in fright.

Because ten pairs of eyes glowing with cold light were staring at him in a circle.

"Our Zhu family has such descendants, it's really my fault as a Taizu."

"Today."

Lao Zhu carried a mace and slowly stood up.

"Let's teach the future generations with our own hands."

Raise the mace in your hand.

Together with the mace, Zhu Qizhen's eyes were accompanied by a horse chopping knife, an iron whip, a large fish-headed knife, three bone hammers, and three black iron rods with a cold glow.

From birth to the present, His Majesty Baozong has felt for the first time what is called despair.

'Mother... Save me! ’

‘SOS！！ ’

(End of chapter)