‘Kiro.’

‘Why don’t you call me a cockroach?’

In the Fengtian Hall, Ji Boying, who was sitting on the dragon throne, felt a little nauseous.

At this moment, he somewhat understood why Zhu Zhanji, who was known as the Hexagonal Emperor of the Ming Dynasty by later generations, did nothing when he first came to the throne. He spent all day thinking about how to dethrone Hu Shanxiang from the post.

Help this Sun to ascend to power.

The "jilang" sound that Mr. Sun subconsciously shouted turned out to be a "jiezi" sound!

And it’s still a seamless transformation!

It was clear that the sound was normal a second ago, which was like tea.

This kind of charming ability that can only be developed by a special tea master has been burned into the bone marrow.

A woman like Sun, who is like a fire, was called misfortune in ancient times, green tea in later generations, and princess in mountains and flowing water.

As for Zhu Zhanji, it is obvious from his appearance that he is a tea drinker. If he follows Ji Boying back to the future, he will definitely be a frequent visitor to teahouses in major apartment buildings in office buildings.

"Kiro, you, you are back..."

Mrs. Sun completely ignored the burning pain from the slap on her face just now and hugged Zhu Zhanji.

She speaks softly, and her face is full of mist.

"You..."

Originally, Zhu Zhanji's slap was very effective, but the moment he was hugged by Sun, his tea addiction suddenly came over.

In the palace, Yu Qian, Wang Zhi and other civil servants all looked stunned.

Astonished, he knelt down without hesitation.

"I respectfully welcome the late Emperor to show his sage!"

Ma Shun on the side was also confused.

The late emperor?!

Before he successfully hugged Eunuch Wang's lap, he was just an unknown member of the Jinyi Guards. He was not even qualified to go on duty in the Forbidden City. How could he have the chance to see Emperor Xuande's face?

"Ma Shun, if you don't kneel down when you see the late emperor showing his holiness, are you trying to rebel?!"

Yu Qian shouted coldly.

With the title of rebel, why did Ma Shun throw water, but Yu Qian threw it back intact.

Deng.

Ma Shun's heart trembled, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground.

"My lord, my Majesty, Commander Ma Shun of the Jinyi Guards, respectfully welcomes the late Emperor to show his sage...!"

Zhu Zhanji glanced at this guy with a cold light in his eyes.

He remembered very clearly that the Immortal Master said that when Wang Zhenxian was in charge of eunuchs, everyone from Si Lijian Dongchang to Jin Yiwei were all lackeys.

"Father, Father...!"

Zhu Qiyu's eyes turned red and he knelt down and kowtowed.

Hmm?

Zhu Qiyu, who had just knelt down, was stunned. The man in front of him looked familiar.

In front of Zhu Qiyu, there was another person squatting, except that his head was swollen like a big watermelon, and his facial features were hazy like his own cauldron.

At this time, Mrs. Sun whispered, completely ignoring that this was the Fengtian Palace of the government.

"Kirou, do you know how much I have missed you these years."

Mrs. Sun looked up at Zhu Zhanji with tears in her eyes.

"Since you left, every late night in the past fourteen years, I have been tossing and turning. Every time I see Jirou in my dreams, the bed is completely wet when I wake up."

After saying this, a blush appeared on his cheeks.

"I..."

Zhu Zhanji just wanted to be tough again.

"Shh... don't talk."

Sun's class 18 tea artist danced, picked up a thin finger of jade green onion, put it against Zhu Zhanji's lips, and slowly leaned on Zhu Zhanji's chest.

"Let me hear your heartbeat, and let me not wake up from this dream..."

Sitting on the dragon throne, Ji Boying's scalp was numb from listening to it.

This is the first time he has felt so uncomfortable since he started working in the Ming Dynasty.

Sister Sun, you are over 40 years old and have grandchildren. Can you pay attention to your influence and consider other people’s feelings?!

Ji Boying stood up and walked slowly to the middle of the steps of the palace.

It was also at this time that the dozen or so kneeling ministers noticed Ji Boying's appearance, and they all looked surprised.

As for the late emperor’s apparition, this thing can also be explained by theology.

After all, in the Ming Dynasty, Taoism, Buddhism and theology still had a large market. From the princes and nobles to the common people, they all burned incense devoutly and prayed for the blessings of the gods.

But how to explain the appearance of Ji Boying?

This doesn’t look like the Buddha in the temple or the Taoist ancestor in the Taoist temple.

"Don't be angry, Immortal Master, Zhanji knows you are wrong."

When Zhu Zhanji saw Ji Boying getting up, he quickly pushed Sun away.

In front of his subjects, his son, and his little tea master, he respectfully bowed to Ji Boying to admit his mistake.

"As a man, there is nothing wrong with you."

"What you are wrong is that you have forgotten who you are."

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Zhanji and then at Sun.

This charming woman who is over forty years old is extremely well-maintained.

With a face like an oval, she actually looks like a girl in her twenties, quite girlish. At the age of over forty, she still looks like a wolf and has such charm. It really feels like she was in her teens or twenties.

, I can’t imagine it.

It’s really understandable that Zhu Zhanji couldn’t bear it.

However, he is an emperor, so there is no excuse for that.

"Zhanji sincerely follows the teachings of the immortal master."

Cold sweat fell from Zhu Zhanji's forehead.

This scene stunned the kneeling King Yu Qian and other civil servants, the Jin Yiwei commander Ma Shun whose legs were still trembling, and the Sun family who was pushed away.

The late Emperor actually saluted this person?

Who is this person?

Immortal Master?!

"You should listen to the holy words of the Immortal Master with all your heart."

Zhu Zhanji straightened his back and shouted loudly to the officials in the palace.

"I will obey the Immortal Master's holy orders!"

A group of important ministers headed by Wang Zhi, the heavenly official, all responded to his orders.

"Yeah."

Ji Boying glanced at the kneeling orthodox ministers and Yu Qian who had not yet achieved success.

"Today, by the will of heaven, from now on, Zhu Qizhen will be deposed as emperor."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in Fengtian Hall was buzzing in their minds.

Zhu Qizhen?

Where is Zhu Qi Town?

It was also at this time that King Yu Qian, Mashun and Sun saw the figure squatting on the ground. From the swollen facial features, Zhu Qizhen's appearance could indeed be vaguely distinguished.

"My son..."

Sun's body trembled, and she leaned over and hugged Zhu Qizhen.

Baozong's pig-sized head felt a little dizzy, and his swollen eyes opened just a slit.

The moment I saw that it was my own mother, my lips trembled with excitement, and then I burst into tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry, just come back. We don't care about the emperor. If you don't deserve it, then you shouldn't..."

Mrs. Sun held Baozong's pig-headed head in her arms and comforted him repeatedly.
To be continued...