The envoys present might have hurt others, but most of them were gloating over their misfortune and secretly scolding the Zasak people for seeking death.
Daming's finger is thicker than your Zasak's waist, so it will be a matter of time before he is punished.
But no one expected that Zhu Jinghong would take action directly, let alone that he would take such heavy action.
With today's incident, he, Zhu Jinghong, has become famous internationally.
"I cured the Zhasak people's disease in a few times. There are very few people in the world who have this disease. Don't imitate them!"
"We are a country of Ming etiquette. It is natural for us to treat diseases and save people. Whoever is sick... we will treat and save those who are sick, and we will definitely be able to cure these difficult and complicated diseases!"
The scene was very quiet, and Zhu Jinghong's words with a loud voice reached everyone's ears.
The words contained a strong warning, which could be replaced by saying that if you don't obey, you will be beaten, and Ming will definitely win.
Everyone present was sad, but Hidetoshi Okamoto was in a happy mood. At least there was someone who was more embarrassed than him.
At the Junggar Mission on the other side, Battelle looked fierce after hearing this. He wanted to get up but was held back by Na Risong.
"What do you want to do?" Looking at his impulsive nephew, Narisong yelled in a low voice.
"I……"
Before Battle could speak, Narisong continued to scold: "If you have lived enough, if you want to bring disaster to the tribe, then get up now!"
The wailing on the imperial steps continued, but Zhu Jinghong stepped down the steps.
The reactions of the Junggar people have always been in his attention. If he doesn't click on these people now, he will feel uncomfortable.
There is no other way. With Ming's strength as the backing and his identity as the legitimate prince as a cover, he can really do whatever he wants here.
Under the attention of everyone, Zhu Jinghong stopped in front of the Junggar Mission table, followed by Lu Yuxin and Zhang Lin.
Zhang Lin and Zhang Lin were wearing the standard armor of standing guards. Their whole bodies were shining with golden light under the candlelight, and they looked particularly heroic.
"I've met the Thirteenth Master!" Risong stood up and saluted with his fists clasped.
Ignoring his reply, Zhu Jinghong said slowly: "You guys talked a lot just now... As far as I know, talking too much is also a disease!"
With just this sentence, everyone at the scene understood his intention, and they all wanted to watch the fun.
The chieftains in Tibet, the envoys from the Tuxietu Khanate, and the envoys from the two tribes of Namuduolun were all looking forward to what was going to happen next.
Just because they are adjacent to Junggar and have been bullied by them for many years, how can we not be happy to see them suffering now?
"Thirteenth Master, the wine in the Ming Dynasty is good. We outsiders have never seen such fine wine. We are grateful for His Majesty's kindness, so we drank a few more glasses!"
"Drinking made things worse and I was confused, so I said a few more nonsense. It's really damn... damn it!"
That Risong did not defend himself. While deflecting the conflict and admitting his mistake, he also praised Ming Dynasty and the emperor.
This kind of attitude of admitting mistakes would appear to be too unkind to Ming Dynasty if it were dealt with in the same way as the Zasak people.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Zhu Jinghong glanced at Battelle, who had an evil look in his eyes and did not restrain himself even at this moment.
"I can watch whatever I want!"
Knowing that something was going to happen to Battle, Matsumoto wanted to explain a few words that day, but Zhu Jinghong said with a smile: "Young man is so young and energetic!"
Battle scratched his neck and said coldly: "It's not as majestic as the Thirteenth Master!"
"brute……"
After scolding Battle, Narisong then scolded: "I told you that drinking will cause trouble, but who told you to talk nonsense? I think you are tired of living!"
"Junggar is not a subordinate of the Ming Dynasty, why should we..."
Before Battle could finish his words, he was slapped several times on the face, and Risong used all his strength that day.
Zhu Jinghong said coldly: "This kid has a tough mouth. You are using your strength to hit him like this. This problem cannot be cured..."
"My Ming Dynasty's Kung Fu emphasizes the use of energy, four ounces to move a thousand pounds...it just overcomes his problem!"
After saying this, Zhu Jinghong waved, and several guards came immediately.
"You guys come and treat him!"
"yes!"
Several guards immediately stepped forward. Battle wanted to resist but was restrained.
Zhang Linchong let out a sigh of relief, walked straight to Battle, and slapped him down.
Seeing his prince being beaten, Xurigan couldn't sit still. As the number one warrior, he couldn't just sit back and watch all this.
However, Risong saw the opportunity early that day and came over to hold his shoulders in advance, and warned him when he made any unusual movements.
"If you don't want him to die, don't move!"
Risong was very calm that day. He didn't feel sorry for Battelle, just because this guy was just bringing it upon himself.
Now I can borrow Daming's hand to teach him a lesson.
I think after this incident, this kid will be calmer and understand that there are people outside the world... So Risong thought.
At the scene, Zhang Lin's slaps came one after another. Although the sound was small, it was extremely harsh. Everyone watched with interest, but they forgot about the three people howling on the imperial steps.
"Thirteenth Master, I can also do that... transform energy. I think Zhang Lin is tired from beating him. Why don't you let me go up and try it?"
Hou Jing appeared next to Zhu Jinghong. He was not involved in the crippled knee just now. He did not want to miss this event.
"Then give it a try!" Zhu Jinghong said expressionlessly.
"Brother Zhang, take a rest first...I'll do it!"
Looking at Battle whose face was swollen, Hou Jing twisted his neck and pinched his knuckles, looking impatient.
At this moment, in the attic of Wuying Palace, several girls were observing the situation outside through the windows.
Nowadays, Wuying Palace is heavily guarded. It stands to reason that there will be no one here, unless these people can ignore the rules.
Obviously, Zhu Yunsheng, as the legitimate princess, has this ability.
The emperor arrived at Kunning Palace just now. The emperor and the empress checked her homework and gave her a holiday when they were satisfied.
So Zhu Yunsheng slipped out of Kunning Palace and took the attendant to Wuying Palace, just because she wanted to join in the fun.
Zhen Qin asked: "Who was beaten? His face was swollen as big as his foot basin!"
"Those barbarians don't know etiquette and dare to offend my fourth brother. My thirteenth brother should beat them up!"
The person who spoke was Zhu Yunsheng. Apparently they had been here for a while, otherwise they would not have known about the offense against the prince.
Fortunately, Qiqige didn't come over, otherwise she would have lost control on the spot when she saw her brother being beaten.
When he came this time, Zhu Yunsheng only brought Zhen Qin and Baochai, and asked Yang Jingting and Qiqige to "stay behind" in Kunning Palace to deliver news to her at any time.
"The banquet given by the Wuying Palace was originally to win over the countries, but the Thirteenth Master caused such trouble... I'm afraid he will be punished again!"
Saying this, Baochai felt even more afraid of her family.
Even the envoy was beaten like this. It was really because of his mercy that his brother was not chopped down with a knife.
Not only Baochai thought so, Zhu Jinghong also felt at this moment that he was too kind-hearted.
After all, Emperor Jing more than a thousand years ago used a chessboard to smash his brother to death in public, which was much more serious than today.
Why should I compare myself to Liu Qi?
Zhu Jinghong scratched his nose and felt that Gaozu or Emperor Wu were more suitable for him.
"Okay...it's almost done. Help the person down and get some rest. The disease will be cured after a few days of sleep!"
After Zhu Jinghong finished speaking, Zhang Lin asked: "Thirteenth Master... what if he still can't get better?"
Looking at Na Risong coldly, Zhu Jinghong said calmly: "Then we have to increase the dosage of medicine until it is cured... We must not compromise with the pain!"
These words also had a certain meaning, to which Narisong responded: "What the Thirteenth Master said is absolutely true, and the foreign minister also thinks it should be so!"
(End of chapter)
