The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Suddenly fell to the ground, the whole person's hands and feet were broken, and the bones on his shoulders were also broken.

Flying down from the high platform, the face hit the ground first, and countless sandstones on the ground directly penetrated into his head, and this head suddenly became a blood gourd, red blood water, surging out.

He can't move anymore.

Only the final consciousness remains, and the conditioned reflex generally breathes heavily.

His eyes closed slightly, and until now, the only consciousness he had left was only the face of the "Emperor".

What a terrible face.

Clearly calm, but daunting.

Obviously, his eyes are gentle, but he seems to have infinite chances.

He clearly speaks slowly and reasonably, but it is like a desperate spell.

Numerous guards, all cats leaning on their waists, leaning over their bodies, opened their eyes, and surrounded him with water, all of which were puzzling.

They can't explain it.

This Tatar was just as arrogant as before, but in a flash, he flew down.

People held their breaths and remained silent.

After silence.

Zhang Mao gave a roar: "Kill the king, kill without pardon!"

Suddenly, all the guards got up.

They shine in their eyes.

Is this credit?

who cares.

As a result, countless people shouted to cut off their swords and pierce their spears.

Suddenly the pupils contracted and enlarged, and in the unwilling eyes, it seemed to be saying ... Still?

Uh ...

Even if it was dying, the abrupt roar shouted abruptly.

In an instant, countless swords and spears trampled his flesh, and the severe pain caused him to faint, but the pain was new, and he lost consciousness again, and was awakened by pain, and then ... fainted again.

finally……

Suddenly died.

Almost chopped for meat puree, the kind that children can't eat.

…………

Fang Jifan looked at the guards under the Temple of Heaven contemptuously, and looked at the excitement of these people, so he still wanted to make a contribution.

On the Temple of Heaven, the bird is silent.

Leaders, look at me, I look at you.

Those who did not participate in the abrupt rebellion were relieved in their hearts, but what followed was fear, and they worshipped and they didn't know what to do.

The Liguan was scared and suddenly remembered his duties, pushing the pen, holding the bamboo board in his hand, and continuing to record.

Those who colluded with the abruptness, their faces remnant, and their faces as gray as death, had already returned to the leaders, kneeling down tremblingly.

Wang Shouren bowed his head, bent over, and picked up the sunglasses before he was suddenly taken off.

Sunglasses then blocked his calm eyes.

He sighed.

Wang Shouren mutated again.

Just like Ultraman.

From seeking Tao to enlightenment, he experienced enlightenment again after countless storms.

This is the benefit of diligent thinking.

People who know how to think, his thinking is endless, he will always climb to the peak of thought, and standing under the peak, just like standing on the Temple of Heaven, looking at the mortal beings under the peak , Wang Shouren's body, there is no sharp edge, no mercy to the people, but just a sigh.

Then, on this pair of sunglasses, dozens of leaders are reflected.

He carried his hand on his back and took a step forward: "Just before, there are still seven or eight people, why don't you go together?"

Seven or eight people hit one, and according to rational calculation, there is a chance.

but……

These kneeling chiefs felt that their feet were a little soft and could not stand up, nor did they want to stand up, so kneeling and feeling safe ...

Even if there is still a desperate opportunity, they have no thought of trying to fight in front of the "Emperor", and all of them are like pounding garlic: "Don't dare!"

"You missed a good opportunity." Wang Shouren smiled and didn't care: "I usually only play five at a time, and I can't eat any more."

Fang Jifan stood aside and didn't know what demon he taught him. Dare to love this time, you are still insulting the IQ of these Tatars.

The chiefs and the chiefs only felt that the soul was flying away and cried: "Don't dare anymore, it is the dog thief who is abrupt, bold and arrogant ... we will go to exterminate his tribe and vent his lord."

The "Emperor" grinned and said amiably: "Make an oath, it's not early, I'm in a hurry."

The alliance ... The alliance ...

The complicated etiquette begins.

Although everyone's mind is not in this etiquette.

But when the ceremony ended and dozens of chiefs and chiefs chanted the longevity of Emperor Ming and Supreme Khan, cheers came from countless officials and guards.

That scene just gave shock to too many people.

Xie Qian and Ma Wensheng showed incredible colors.

They couldn't imagine that His Majesty could easily and easily pinch a Tatar.

If you want to explain, the only explanation may be ... The Son of God, ordered by the heavens, has his own blessings!

People cheered, screaming long lived heartily.

This long lived voice broke through the clouds.

Fang Jifan was relieved for a long time.

At their feet, the leaders knelt, their eyes changed from timidity to awe, and they looked carefully at this big son, Supreme Khan.

At this time, no one remembered how his bones were related to Genghis Khan.

"It's not early, I'm lacking, and drive!"

Wang Shouren was reluctant to stay longer, his task was only to make this big gift come to a successful conclusion.

The leaders still knelt down, and Wang Shouren took a step, and they walked one step at a time, and said one after another: "May I work for the Supreme Khan, and die."

Wang Shouren glanced back at them: "People who conspire with the sudden, go to Datong tomorrow to convict, and the rest are here to stay."

The leaders no longer have any thoughts, some people are trembling in heart, and some people are convinced: "Yes."

Wang Shouren got off the platform, and Fang Jifan followed him.

Who knows that the ritual officer, with bamboo slips and pens in his hand, runs faster, and it is impossible to tell your majesty when he is on the high platform.

This is a historic moment, you have to record it, you may want to talk about it later.

Fang Jifan pushed him aside: "Go away!"

The Liguan would like to say, what is wrong with you, he is unreasonable, but he glanced at Fang Jifan, and when he came to his mouth, he swallowed back with interest, with a bit of grievance in his eyes, Fang Jifan has hurriedly followed Go up.

For Wang Shouren to reach too many people.

Liu Jin was very clever and made Luan prepare under the high platform and chanted: "Your Majesty was assassinated, but now his body is unwell, Wen Wu and Zhu Wei retreat, don't disturb your Majesty."

Wang Shouren got off the platform and got into the Luan drive. The horse and horse immediately set off without any slight stop, and hurried to the direction of Datong.

Other people and things.

Now it is not Wang Shouren who can make the decision.

After all, he is a false emperor. Here, it is best to make no decision.

Even for those abrupt party members, he just let them join the Datong for guilt, as to how to deal with it, to kill or to stab, it is the Hongzhi emperor's business.

Now, the chicken feathers in this place will be cleaned up by themselves.

Luan drove back quickly, and soon arrived in Datong.

Along the way, all the entourage were discussing.

The leaders who remained near the Temple of Heaven were silent.

Today ... they finally understand why this Daming is always indifferent.

Dare to love this emperor Ming, one is ruthless than the other.

This is a very complex emotion.

But let all Tatars understand that their time has passed.

It also made countless Jurchens understand that although their time has not yet come, they may never come.

And now ... the only thing to do is how to think about how to be a courtier and how to reflect your own value.

Any other delusions will only be as ridiculous as abrupt.

Overnight.

Throughout the desert, it seems that a legend has begun to spread.

In this legend, there is a man called the Supreme Great Khan, who is eight feet long, with eyes as big as a cow, dark and dark, with one punch, he can kill ten cows, the glacier on the top of Qilian Mountain, under his fist, It's just a piece of cake.

This man like a **** now becomes the master in the desert, in the desert, thousands of souls are in his mind.

…………

And now ... this man has slowly woken up.

Looking at the bed, it's a bit dazed.

Who am I and where is this? What am i doing

Before the emperor Hongzhi started to regain his memory.

A smiling face appeared in front of him.

Zhu Hou looked at his father emperor beautifully and said kindly: "Father emperor, you are awake, how is the father emperor so well-behaved, and fell asleep? The son is worried about death. Fortunately ... , Turning a crisis into peace, son-in-law ... happy. "

Emperor Hongzhi looked at Zhu Houzhao in silence.

Zhu Hou Zhao smiled more sincerely.

He commanded: "Xiao Jing, hurry, serve tea to the father emperor."

Xiao Jing limped.

In fact, he didn't faint at all.

He dared not go out and told the outsider the truth, and dared not have other thoughts. He pretended to be lying on the ground and pretended to be dead. He pretended to be full of more than two hours. recovered.

Upon hearing Xiao Jing didn't go, he was furious and beat him for half an hour. Now Xiao Jing has begun to hate his father and mother, why should he let himself be an eunuch.

What's the use of being an eunuch? I've worked hard all my life. Isn't it a person's punching bag?

Seeing that Emperor Hongzhi woke up, Xiao Jing suddenly felt that he had found a backer, cheered up, poured tea, and handed it to Emperor Hongzhi ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Emperor Hongzhi was still lying on the couch, his eyes were confused, and then , Is already furious.

This son!

Emperor Hongzhi was trembling with anger.

Today ... but the day of the customs clearance.

I ... I ...

It was actually broken by the prince.

This son, is he crazy?

Such a big thing, also allow him to play tricks?

Emperor Hongzhi was silent, sat up, took the tea pot, and took a sip of tea, but the anger was not only extinguished, but burned more vigorously, it was almost ascending! (https: //) "Ming Dynasty Prodigal Son" only represents the author ’s point of view. If you find that its content violates national laws, please delete it. The https: // position is only dedicated to providing health. Green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!