"Emperor Taizu, Weichen is terrified!" Cao Shoufu said tremblingly, his legs and feet were already trembling, his eyes widened, and he thought that he had seen it wrong, but this person was almost exactly the same as the one hanging in the ancestral hall before.

It is indeed Emperor Taizu.

What? Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang? The courtiers were incredulous.

One by one, the heart is in the throat, this is too weird, right? But the momentum of the person standing in the center is indeed really angry.

Among them, several elderly elders couldn't help but secretly look up a few times.

Yes, indeed!

"Lord Yu, in your opinion, but really?"

"Naturally."

"Grandpa, Da Ming is saved!" Cao Shoufu knelt down to worship, and the other ministers catered to him.

"Welcome to Emperor Taizu! Da Ming is saved! ”

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Cao Shoufu, you're confused, aren't you? How many years has his grandfather been gone? ”

"Not to mention that I haven't seen it, even if my father has seen it, there are only a handful of faces." Zhu Qizhen said nonchalantly.

"Presumptuous!" As soon as the strong voice came out, it carried the anger of the emperor.

In the government and the opposition, no one dared to respond, and Zhu Qizhen was directly frightened and fell from the imperial throne.

"Grandpa, it's the grandson who is not sensible, are you sitting here?"

He believed it, and he could have such courage, but only Emperor Taizu, the courtiers were in an uproar, and they lowered their heads like quails one by one.

I'm scared of my heart.

"Grandpa, now that the border land has been disturbed by Warat many times, my grandson has decided to conquer it himself."

"This shows that these arrogant people will be subdued." Zhu Qizhen said excitedly.

It can be described as a good strategy, which not only shows their determination to fight bravely, but also shows their strength of the Ming Dynasty.

When the words fell, he felt a little proud in his heart, and even felt that he was very likely to be like Grandpa Cheng, who would go north five times and subdue the Tatars.

"Are you going to do it yourself? Missing arms, legs, and a stupid brain? ”

Zhu Yuanzhang asked coldly.

Idiot! The people of Warat are tall and big, if they don't have the courage of the fourth, who would dare to recruit in person? Giving his life in vain, which elm head will go?

"Bastard, what are you doing in a daze? Bring the whip over. "The descendants of the Zhu family, he can't beat him?

"Grandpa, you ......" Before the words fell, the whip had already fallen on him.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Do you plan to bury the Ming Dynasty with your own hands?"

The courtiers looked at each other one by one, bowed their heads, and even tried to cover their ears and pretend not to hear.

This Zhu family's discipline of their children and grandchildren is a family matter, and when their ministers see it, won't they all lose their heads in the future.

"Ah, grandpa, I know it's wrong, I know ......," he yelled.

But it didn't work.

"Spare me, blame that Wang Zhen, he put forward the idea." Zhu Qizhen couldn't stand the pain and threw all the pots to Wang Zhen.

Zhu Yuanzhang stopped his hand, looked at the ministers who bowed their heads, and the old eunuch signaled one.

"You, instigated?" Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Wang Zhen, who was trembling.

He didn't dare to say anything, obviously because he was afraid of being in a hurry, since he knew that it was the ancestor, his courage had long been frightened.

"Taizu, Weichen is just loyal, and he doesn't have the slightest intention of framing today's saints."

"Wechen deserves death...... pounce! This person knelt directly on the ground, and before he finished speaking, he was directly pulled away by the guards.

"Wang Zhen bewitched the saint, and there is no forgiveness for killing!"