If someone else gets the throne and can't keep him, Zhu Yijun will naturally not let this kind of person survive in the world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 He looked down at Li Rusong and said sharply: "If it weren't for you, Da Ming would die!"

This sentence seems to be an appreciation for Li Rusong, but it is actually a knock on the mountain. Li Rusong was so frightened that he hurriedly kowtowed, where does he look like a general who is fighting in all directions now?

"The minister is guilty, the minister should not plant eyeliner in the Shenji camp, the minister deserves ten thousand deaths, and the crime deserves ten thousand deaths. Li Rusong felt aggrieved, but he had to do it, although he had already put life and death aside. But even death is heavier than Mount Tai, if the emperor is really punished like this, wouldn't he be wronged?

"You don't have to die, just one death is enough. Zhu Yijun pressed his hand on Li Rusong's shoulder, and his eyes fell on the saber at his waist.

The military generals of the Ming Dynasty were not allowed to bring knives when they entered the palace, and Li Rusong had always obeyed the rules. This time, I don't know if I forgot it in a panic, or if I deliberately made a mistake. If he is given a death now, will he jump off the wall in a hurry? Zhu Yijun thought of this, and bent down to support Li Rusong's elbow, "General, get up quickly, I'm just joking." ”

Li Rusong would never have thought that the emperor would dispel the idea of killing him because he saw him bring a knife into the palace, and Zhu Yijun's suspicious personality actually saved his life.

"You have done a great job in quelling the rebellion, and I should reward you. Zhu Yijun suddenly became pleasant, which made Li Rusong at a loss.

"It is the mission of the minister to protect me, and I dare not ask for reward. Li Rusong lowered his head, he couldn't figure out the emperor's thoughts, and the emperor might be testing himself.

"You go down first, and I will consider the matter of the reward. Zhu Yijun said

This is the end? Li Rusong said in his heart, but it was obvious that the emperor was not ready to speak anymore. Then he had no choice but to retreat, bowed, and obediently pushed open the door and walked out.

At the beginning of the night, although the cold wind outside the hall is cold, it is better than being afraid inside. Li Rusong closed the door and saw Chen Ju at the door, "Buddha", he called softly.

Chen Ju nodded and gave him a color. Li Rusong comprehended that he would cross his hands on his sleeves and go silently.

Suddenly, Zhu Yijun in the hall said, "You still haven't come in?"

Chen Ju pushed open the door and walked in, "Shengshang", he knelt at the door as soon as he stepped into the main hall.

"The jade-faced man is not dead, he has come to see me. Zhu Yijun walked to the dragon chair and sat down, extremely angry when he remembered what happened in the afternoon.

"Is he bad for the saint?" Chen Ju raised his head, his eyes showing concern.

Zhu Yijun is cold-blooded and ruthless on weekdays, but somehow in the face of Chen Ju's concerned eyes, his heart warmed, "It's okay." He said lightly, looked at the mountains of twists and turns in front of him, and sighed: "If I start to serve the country diligently from now on, will it be too late?"

"It's too late!" Chen Ju heard him say this, and suddenly there was hope in his heart.

"But I'm tired. Zhu Yijun leaned on the dragon chair, looking lonely and lonely.

The most painful thing in the world is not that others don't understand you, but that you don't understand yourself. Zhu Yijun is such a person, he used to think that he didn't go to court because of Xu Jinyu, but now he doesn't know why.

"Saint" Chen Ju wanted to wake him up, but he didn't know where to start.

"Instead of being a wise emperor, it's better to be a faint king, don't you say?" Zhu Yijun laughed at himself.

"No!" Chen Ju stood up, this was the first time he had stood up without Zhu Yijun's permission.

Zhu Yijun didn't expect him to say this, he looked at Chen Ju in surprise, and saw a flame in his eyes.

Although this old man is old, he still has ideals and visions. Chen Ju walked over and looked at Zhu Yijun like an elder, "Whether a person can achieve great things and pass on the eternals has always had nothing to do with his ability and identity, the most important thing is his heart." ”

Zhu Yijun completely agreed with his words, "I also want to be a good emperor, the merit is in the community, and the benefit is in the future." But then I will have to work all day long, the people will be happy, but it is I who suffers!" At this time, his true feelings were revealed, and Chen Ju was also a pain in his heart.

Zhu Yijun put his hand into the dragon case, took out a silver bowl, pulled out a sword with his right hand and cut it on his left wrist, the delicate skin and flesh were cut, and blood flowed into the bowl.

The glass embedded in the walls glowed a bewitching red, but it was much less than the blood in the silver bowl. Chen Ju watched Zhu Yijun's behavior close to self-harm, but he didn't stop it, because he was used to such things.

"The Buddha has the heart to save the world, and he would rather destroy himself. I admired you, so I was willing to use my true dragon blood to save you. But sometimes I am jealous of you, jealous that you can do anything for the sake of your ideals. I also want to be a good emperor, but I don't dare!"

More than half of the blood in the silver bowl was over, but Zhu Yijun had no intention of stopping. As the lord of a country, he is usually very majestic, but tonight he spoke his heart for the first time.

"I think that since I can't be a good emperor, then help the Buddha fulfill his wish. But sometimes I am jealous, why can the Buddha gamble desperately, but I am willing to be a faint king, and I am not willing to fight again when I am scolded by future generations? ”

Zhu Yijun's self-contradictory approach can be said to be a pathology, but divine doctors can cure diseases, but they can't cure people's hearts. As long as a person does not give up on himself, even if the whole world gives up on him, there will still be hope. But once he gave up, then even if everyone had hope for him, it would be in vain.

The blood just reached the mouth of the bowl, Zhu Yijun took out the brocade from his sleeve, it was the piece that Xu Jinyuxiu showed back then, and he slowly bandaged the wound himself.

"Is there a whereabouts of the person that the Buddha has been looking for for many years?" he pushed the silver bowl towards Chen Ju, and at this moment, the ruthless Son of Heaven's face showed a little softness.

Chen Ju shook his head, picked up the silver bowl and put it to his lips, although the bowl was full of blood, but not a drop came out, smelling the smell of blood, and his heart struggled. I don't know how many times this is, and when will it end?

Everyone else calls himself Buddha, but in order to survive, he must drink Zhu Yijun's true dragon blazing blood every month to suppress old diseases. He is really ashamed of the honorific title of Buddha, but he must live, because he lives to save the world.

After Chen Ju drank the blood, his face was much better, and he became energetic. He put the bowl back on the dragon case and didn't thank you. It seems that at this moment, the relationship between him and Zhu Yijun is no longer that of a monarch and a minister, and some of them are like friends who cherish each other.

"From now on, I won't let you do anything evil. Zhu Yijun smiled sadly.

Chen Ju was relieved when he heard this, and then heard Zhu Yijun say: "I only ask the Buddha for one last thing." ”