After about half a cup of tea.

Perhaps they were tired from the beating, so all the emperors and princes stopped, and they all put their arms on their hips and panted.

Looking at Fu Wang Zhu Changxun, who is lying on the ground with his head in his arms, there are not a few good pieces of meat left in his body.

However.

Ji Boying can clearly see it.

In fact, this super fat guy didn’t suffer any real injuries. He has too much fat on his body and it’s also very elastic!

A punch seems to hit a bouncy ball.

The defense power is 99999, which is directly filled up.

The reason why he didn't scream was because King Fu found that the harder he screamed, the harder the group of people used it. In this regard, regardless of men and women, they have the same purpose.

"Son...!"

Old Wanli looked at the poor Prince Fu and hurriedly walked up to Zhu Changxun lamely.

When King Fu saw his old father, he knelt down and hugged old Wanli's legs, and started crying.

O old father! You have to make the decision for your son!

Before he could even howl a few words, Xiao Zhu Si, Yongle Xiao Zhu and another young man Zhu Houzhao were forced to separate the father and son, and dragged Prince Fu to Lao Zhu and Ji Boying.

"Zhu Changxun, I'll give you two choices."

Ji Boying stared at this fat man who pretended to cry for a second.

"First, take the initiative to donate all the money in the government for national use."

"Two, passively withdraw all the money in the house to fund the state."

Zhu Changxun was stunned, covering his face and looking at Ji Boying.

"This, is there any difference?!"

"Of course there is a difference."

"If you take the initiative, you can get a good reputation."

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Changxun.

When it comes to amassing money, Zhu Changxun, the blessed king, is no less capable than his father, Wanli, or even better.

After Zhu Changxun came to the vassal, he was not satisfied with the 20,000 hectares of fertile land given to him by Wanli, the feudal lord, and allowed his slaves to annex land everywhere, swallowing up large tracts of fertile land from the people.

He even used his status as a prince to act as a protective umbrella for all kinds of evil, and tried every means to make money, causing the people of Henan to become resentful and eager to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Summarize it in sixteen words: Do whatever you want, commit all kinds of evil, tax and expropriate, and do whatever you want.

During the Chongzhen period, "thieves broke out in the middle of the Qin Dynasty and there was a severe drought in Henan", and the tragic scene of "people eating each other" appeared among the people. However, the King of Fu, Zhu Changxun, did not notice this at all, so he continued to squeeze the people.
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The officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty passed by Luoyang and said one after another: The palace has millions of dollars, but we have to die at the hands of thieves.

"Master Immortal, can you think about it again? I can..."

Old Wanli gritted his teeth and stomped his feet slightly.

"I can transfer some money from the inner treasury to Taicang to make up for the shortage of pay for the nine-border army."

Ji Boying frowned and took another look at Old Wanli.

He now understands why Old Wanli would rather send eunuchs to collect mining taxes in various places than to levy commercial taxes. I dare say that Old Wanli really does not regard the country's money as his own money, and only cares about his own inner treasury.<

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How can the country survive with such a king?

"I do it for his own good."

The words fell.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed.

All the emperors and princes are accustomed to this sudden change in fantasy.

Old Wanli and King Fu Zhu Changxun were so shocked that their expressions changed greatly, and they looked at the sudden changes in the surroundings in astonishment.

In fantasy.

The location where everyone is located is in front of the main entrance of Zhougong Temple.

At this moment, in the middle of the crowd, there is a huge boiling iron pot. In this iron pot, there is a red-hot 'pig' that is struggling and wailing with the last bit of strength. In addition to onions, ginger and garlic, there are also side dishes.

There are several skinned sika deer.

The people around were all holding broken bowls, with strong expectations in their eyes.

"Hey, the people in this big pot look very familiar."

Zhu Changxun was stunned for a moment. He looked at the people in the pot and took a closer look. His expression suddenly changed and he stepped back. He was so frightened that he sat on the ground, with shit and urine gushing out.

"This, how can this be me!"

It is normal for Zhu Changxun to have this reaction. After all, anyone would be frightened if they suddenly saw the real scene of being thrown into a pot.

Old Wanli's face also changed drastically when he saw it, and his heart was trembling.

How come our precious heart and liver are cooked?!

In the Ming Dynasty, this was the second vassal king to receive such treatment. Zhu Changxun was much better than the previous one, and he even had some side dishes.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Lao Zhu glanced at the people around him, then looked at the 'fat pig' in the boiling cauldron, which was almost completely boiled. He frowned slightly and asked.

Everyone else was also frightened. After all, this was the Prince of Cooking, and he was doing it in front of a lot of people. It was not a normal thing.

"After Li Zicheng conquered Henan and stationed in Luoyang, he dug all the money from Prince Fu's palace for payment, and cooked several sika deer together with Prince Fu in front of Zhou Gong's temple, and the people shared them."

"It's called the Fulu (Deer) Feast."

When these words fell into the ears of Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di and others, their hearts trembled.

They were eaten by the common people.

This is so much the hatred of the people.

Moreover, all the looted people's wealth and money ended up being used as military pay for the rebels.

Instead of doing this, it is better to deposit it into the national treasury as soon as possible.

"I, the descendants of the Zhu family, are actually so corrupt."

Lao Zhu took a deep breath, with a hint of anger and coolness in his eyes.

He looked at the already pissed King Fu, with disgust in his eyes. He couldn't figure out how his descendants could give birth to such a waste with his strong bloodline, Lao Zhu.

Suddenly.

Like the wind passing by.

The scene of the Fulu Banquet is gone, and everything disappears like bubbles.

If you continue to put it down, it will be a scene of sharing food. It is really evil and inappropriate.

At this time, Lao Zhu suddenly stood up.

I saw the Ming Dynasty Taizu walking in front of King Fu Zhu Changxun in the eyes of all his descendants, his eyes slightly lowered.

"Brother gave you two choices."

"Then we'll give you two choices."

"First, demote yourself to a commoner, leave the clan, and donate all the money in the house for the benefit of the country."

"Two."

Lao Zhu raised his hand slightly, and A Biao handed over the mace at the right time.

"At this very moment, we, the Great Patriarch of the Ming Dynasty, will rectify you with our own hands using family law."

Zhu Changxun knelt on the ground, trembling.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked at Lao Zhu, and under the gaze of all his ancestors, he spoke.

"I, I, I choose three."

There is a kind of wisdom, which is called sincerity.

There is a kind of death called death.

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PS: Regarding the death of King Fu, there are theories about the Fulu Banquet, and there is also the theory that the body was dismembered because the epitaph of King Fu was found. Which one it is, history is hard to say.
Chapter completed!