Chapter 153 Don’t be a good baby

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Zhen Qin never expected that she had already met the future husband in her fantasy twice.

Seeing Zhen Qin stunned, Zhu Jinghong asked with a smile: "What? Your aunt is moving out again and you plan to become an official for me?"

Zhen Qin felt so ashamed to do it for an official of this status, looking at Zhu Jinghong's joking smile, and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Her real purpose was to choose the princess, but now she exposed her "unbearable" side in front of the future prince.

"He won't think that I have a bad personality and like to bully others, right?"

"What a disaster. I'm afraid I won't be able to choose the princess this time. All my sisters at home congratulated me!"

"If I go back, I won't be laughed to death!"

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed and anxious Zhen Qin became. Tears welled up in her eyes for a moment and she looked pitiful.

No, it's just a joke. She doesn't think I'm bullying her, right? Zhu Jinghong thought to himself.

The frozen scene at this moment made Zhen Qi extremely anxious, and reminded her again: "Sister, this is the Thirteenth Master, why don't you hurry up and pay your respects!"

"Folk girl Zhen Qin, pay homage to the Thirteenth Master!"

Seeing that Zhen Qin was full of grievances, Zhu Jinghong really didn't understand her thinking, so he said: "No courtesy, everyone, get up!"

Zhen Qi stood up, bent her waist and replied: "Thank you, Thirteenth Master. My little sister has never seen the world, so please forgive me, Thirteenth Master!"

After hearing this, Zhen Qin felt even more uncomfortable. Her image was already in bad shape, and her brother's words were like stepping on her again.

Can this princess still be chosen? Zhen Qin was particularly desperate.

Even at this juncture, she secretly glanced at Zhu Jinghong, hoping to see clearly the flaws in Zhu Jinghong's appearance so that she could comfort herself and reduce losses.

But the result is that there is nothing wrong with Zhu Jinghong's appearance, and his heroic spirit is even more eye-catching. Zhen Qin not only fails to reduce the loss, but feels that she will lose a lot if she doesn't marry.

To be honest, it is really strange that ancient society could develop such a thinking as hers.

"It doesn't matter... you are going to see the concubine, so just do what you want!"

"Yes...student farewell!"

Zhen Qi took her sister and left as if she was amnesty.

After walking more than a dozen steps, Zhen Qin couldn't help but look back at Zhu Jinghong, feeling even more uncomfortable.

How can I maintain my image as a lady after I have leaked everything? How can I still have the nerve to run for the title of princess? Isn’t it awkward to get along as a couple...

Zhu Jinghong didn't know that someone had already thought so much about him.

At this moment, he shouted twice, and the guards who were beating the Japanese stopped, but they were all beaten into pig heads.

Not to mention going to the audience, if they can walk after lying down for a few months, they will be considered recovered.

Several people were lying on the ground, wailing in pain from their bodies.

Walking towards the beaten people, Zhu Jinghong stopped in front of Okamoto Hideyuan, with the toes of his boots only a few centimeters away from his nostrils.

Looking down at Hideyuan Okamoto and others, Zhu Jinghong slowly said: "You barbarians still dare to be arrogant in our Ming Dynasty. Today, I will teach you on behalf of my parents... what are the rules!"

"Somebody come!"

"Master Thirteen's orders!" A group of drunkards replied quickly.

"Drag out!"

"yes!"

Officials from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward again and advised: "Thirteenth Master, you must not..."

Glancing at the other party, Zhu Jinghong asked: "Do you think they can still go to see my father in this state?"

"this……"

"These Japanese, who are afraid of power but not moral, have done so much evil in the southeast? Do you know?"

Glancing at the officials from the Ministry of Rites who disagreed, Zhu Jinghong said to himself: "Today they are in the forbidden area, and they dare to be so arrogant and wanton. Beating them up is not a big deal. If I hadn't been in a good mood today..."

"I have to kill them!"

Not to mention, although his reputation in Beijing is not very good, his majesty is indeed deep, and the last sentence brings out a strong sense of oppression.

Walking up to the officials of the Ministry of Rites, Zhu Jinghong said with a smile: "Of course, what I say may not be right. You can also tell my father that what you think is the truth is just..."

Reaching out and patting the other person's shoulder, Zhu Jinghong suppressed his smile and said, "We can no longer be friends!"

Help, I'm just a small director of the Ministry of Rites, how dare I be your Thirteenth Master's enemy... The official of the Ministry of Rites wailed in his heart.

Although civil servants pay attention to integrity, they are still in the minority. Now that the emperor is powerful, they are even rarer.

"Thirteenth Master, I also feel that these people are too rude and dared to rush into you... If you didn't kill them, it's your fault!"

From the beginning to the end, the head of the Ministry of Rites did not care about the life or death of the Japanese. He just wanted to complete the task and bring the people back.

In the current world view, the Ming Dynasty was so powerful that all nations came to the DPRK, and neither the government nor the public took Japan seriously.

"now it's right……"

Zhu Jinghong smiled, making the head of the Ministry of Etiquette breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing Okamoto Hideyuan and others being dragged away, Zhu Jinghong asked with a smile: "What's your name?"

"Shi Nianxing, the head of the Ministry of Rites!"

Zhu Jinghong replied: "Very good, I will remember you!"

Just after he finished speaking, the sound of drum music came from the direction of Fengtian Gate, which meant that the Great Court Meeting was over.

"Go ahead...I have to go see the Holy One and ask him to punish these madmen!"

"Yes Yes!"

Shi Nianxing was eager to leave, but he was still a little worried that Hideyoshi Okamoto's death would affect his performance of duties.

After Shi Nianxing left, Zhu Jinghong also straightened his sleeves and rushed towards the Qianqing Palace.

Objectively speaking, what he did today seemed a bit ridiculous, and Zhu Jinghong had no choice.

The current situation is that the prince and Prince Rui are fighting fiercely, and no matter the outcome, it has nothing to do with him.

If he is willing to be a good boy, or concentrate on practicing martial arts like his predecessor, he will basically have no chance of becoming the emperor.

By then, no matter who takes office, life may not be easy for him.

Yes, he couldn't even trust the kind prince.

If he doesn't want to leave his destiny to the control of others, Zhu Jinghong must do something about it.

At least when Zhu Xianming was in power, he could save his life no matter what he did. After all, he had the talisman of the queen.

Of course, Zhu Jinghong didn't regret beating the Japanese today. He felt that he was kind-hearted even if he didn't kill these people.

"Let's get rid of it later, then we'll talk about suppressing Japan, and then we'll bring up naval construction, and then..."

Today's Daming Navy can be said to be better than nothing, so he has been thinking about the idea of ​​naval construction for a long time.

I beat up the Japanese today, so I can talk about this. It's the best of both worlds.

Nowadays, European powers are competing for territory all over the world. The importance of the navy can be imagined.

The Ming Dynasty has lagged behind the times. If it does not increase its naval investment as soon as possible, it will only be more difficult to catch up in the future.

"It is the historical mission of the time traveler to save the regrets of the times, so..."

"I don't really want to be emperor, I just do it as a last resort!"

Within the palace wall, Zhu Jinghong murmured in a low voice, not forgetting to wear a high hat at this time.

(End of chapter)