Chapter 117 The Xunyang embankment bursts (6.2k, please subscribe and vote monthly!)

April 28th.

This day sounds a bit familiar.

Zhu Xiongying thought for a moment and realized that this seemed to be the day when Lao Zhu would ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor.

As early as half a month ago, the emperor announced the emperor's intention to meditate on the emperor's grandson in front of the ministers in the Wenhua Palace, and issued an imperial edict to the world.

Now the entire Ming Dynasty knows that on April 28th, this empire will usher in their new emperor.

Even Da Lang, who sells sesame cakes on the street, knows about this, and it is certainly impossible for Zhu Laosi, who calls himself the King of the North, not to know about it.

It can be seen that Zhu Laosi set this date because he was obviously deliberately disgusting Zhu Xiongying.

When he thought of this Zhu Laosi, Zhu Xiongying suddenly felt a little unhappy.

In the process of daily practice, he discovered that his great teleportation technique was actually blocked from the north by a mysterious force.

This must have been done intentionally by the Cangtian Dog Thief. It seemed that he was afraid that he would secretly do it to Zhu Laosi.

Haha, oh my God.

Standing up, Zhu Xiongying twisted his waist and did a small set of radio gymnastics.

Although this newly built leisure chair is good, it is still not as good as a big bed.

After fighting Xue Ji for 600 rounds last night, I actually felt a little sore in my back.

After finishing the exercises, the archmage raised his hand and faced forward a little, and the six-foot-six-inch evil-killing sword was suspended in front of him.

The sword technique of "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" passed through my mind quickly.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan."

Zhu Xiongying gave a sharp shout and fell down.

In an instant, the evil-killing sword in front of him made a buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, the sword body trembled as a phantom, and one sword turned into three swords, floating in the air simultaneously.

Transforming three swords is not enough. There are still seven swords to reach the entry-level stage of the mission goal.

But it's not a big problem. With the great talent of the Archmage, this kind of sword technique training only needs to be practiced more than a dozen times, and it can be achieved naturally.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has a summons from the Fengtian Palace."

At this time, Xiaobao quickly came to the Star Observation Tower and said urgently.

Fengtian Palace?

Lao Zhu had some kind of seizure. He didn't go to court or receive an audience, so why did he suddenly run away to Fengtian Palace?

"Um."

Zhu Xiongying said softly, waved his hand and put the evil-killing sword into the ring, and the next moment his figure disappeared from the place.

Xiaobao is also used to Zhu Xiongying's way of moving.

I don't know from which day, His Highness Taisun began to appear elusive, disappearing with a 'whoosh', and then reappearing with a 'whoosh'.

Xiaobao tidied up the objects in the Star Observation Tower, took a deep breath, and happily went to the Imperial College to study.

Forbidden City, Fengtian Palace.

The majestic palace and the wilderness are like ink. At this time, the entire hall is so silent that it is terrifying. Even if a pin drops to the ground, you can still hear it clearly.

At this time, on the dragon chair above the Jinluan Hall, Lao Zhu, wearing a golden cloak, was sitting, staring at the hall, with a cold face that was almost cannibalistic.

In the middle of the hall, two people were kneeling.

One is King Zhu Shu of Qi who came back from Shandong by crossing mountains and rivers.

It takes thousands of miles to travel from Shandong to Yingtian, and Zhu Shu was riding in an extremely slow prison car. In addition, he encountered a mudslide halfway, so it took him more than ten days to reach Yingtian.

As for the other one, it was the young King of Liao.

However, at this time, the noble Prince Ning was covered in tatters and looked like a beggar. He was kneeling on the ground with his head hanging down and his body was trembling faintly.

After Zhu Quan took away his hometown and lost his fiefdom, this guy escaped from Liaodi with more than a dozen of his trusted followers. A few days later, he encountered bandits and bandits. He fled in a panic. His followers died and scattered.

of scattered.

In desperation, His Royal Highness the King of Liao could only continue Lao Zhu's old trade, begging for food all the way to make a living. After much deliberation, he finally decided to come to Yingtian. No matter what crime he would be sentenced to in the end, at least he would have enough food here.

"My grandson, please pay homage to your imperial grandfather."

A voice slowly sounded in the Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Shu and Zhu Zhi were both startled, and subconsciously looked up and to the side. They had no idea when Zhu Xiongying appeared.

"Their two lives are given to you."

Lao Zhu's voice was very soft and fell in the ears of Zhu Shu and Zhu Zhi, making them both startled. They subconsciously looked at Zhu Xiongying, the arrogant vassal king, like two dogs wagging their tails begging for mercy.

This scene made Lao Zhu, who was sitting on the dragon throne, look disgusted.

How could he, the majestic Hongwu Emperor and a great lord of his generation, give birth to such a cowardly and incompetent son?

"My grandson obeys the order."

Zhu Xiongying bowed lightly.

How could he not know what Lao Zhu was planning?

Zhu Xiongying didn't care about the lives of these two guys at all. It didn't matter whether they were killed or not. Old Zhu also knew this.

But Lao Zhu insisted on calling him here specially, and even solemnly set up a place in Fengtian Hall.

There are two reasons.

First, Lao Zhu is still soft-hearted about his bloodline. He doesn't want to see his descendants killing each other, so letting himself show mercy and spare the lives of these two guys can make up for his relationship with the princes and uncles of the vassals to a certain extent.

Second, the edict of the Zen throne has been announced to the world. The emperor's grandson will succeed the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty on April 28th. Before succeeding to the throne, he will pardon his two uncles. In this way, the name of the holy king will be spread all over the world.

It is helpful for the new king to stabilize his rule.

Zhu Xiongying glanced at Zhu Shu and Zhu Zhi, and then spoke calmly.

"The title of King Zhu Shu of Qi will be removed, and the title of King Zhu Zhi of Liao will be removed. From now on, he will be demoted to a commoner and banned from the sect's residence for ten years."

When Zhu Shu and Zhu Zhi, who were kneeling on the ground, heard this, they breathed a huge sigh of relief.

From their current point of view, it is enough to save a small life.

And when Lao Zhu, who was sitting on the dragon chair, heard Zhu Xiongying's words, a smile of relief appeared deep in his eyes.

Zhu Zhi and Zhu Zhi were different from Qin King Zhu Xi. Zhu Xi was a traitor to the enemy and could not be killed without killing him.

While Zhu Zhi was thanking him, he couldn't help but look at Zhu Xiongying a few more times. He remembered the letter written by Zhou Wang Zhu Ji. The letter said that if he took the initiative to come to Yingtian to plead guilty to the emperor's grandson, the emperor's grandson would invite him.

Drink today's new tea, the 398-person kind.

He wanted to open his mouth to ask, but Zhu Zhi held back.

"Take it down."

Lao Zhu shouted softly.

Immediately, Jinwu guards came in and dragged Zhu Shu and Zhu Zhi out like dead dogs.

Then, Lao Zhu took a deep breath and slowly prepared to stand up.

Seeing this, Zhu Xiongying took a step forward, and his figure appeared beside Lao Zhu in an instant, holding him with both hands.

Lao Zhu was already used to the eldest grandson's body-changing movements.

"Go for a walk with Grandpa Huang."

"good."

Zhu Xiongying nodded and helped Lao Zhu slowly down the Jinluan Palace. The old eunuch on the side had already pushed the wheelchair over.

Then Lao Zhu sat on it very familiarly.

This made Zhu Xiongying a little surprised. He remembered that Zhu was very resistant to wheelchairs before. No matter how serious his illness was, he still insisted on walking with crutches.

It seems that everyone will change, even a down-to-earth emperor like Lao Zhu.

Zhu Xiongying pushed the wheelchair, and an old man and a young man slowly left the Fengtian Hall.

The sky is cloudless and the spring breeze blows on my face, making me feel very comfortable.

"The spiritual grains you sent do taste very good. I heard that you want to use these grains for disaster relief?"

Lao Zhu said with a smile.

As early as the first expansion of Linggu, Zhu Xiongying had already sent it to the palace to improve Lao Zhu's food. It didn't matter whether these Linggu could help Lao Zhu open his spiritual roots. It was enough if they could help Lao Zhu relieve some of his physical pain.

Already.

"Yes, the household department has been ordered to order everything."

Zhu Xiongying nodded.
To be continued...