"Emperor Taizu, I am terrified!" Cao Shoufu said tremblingly, his legs and feet were already shaking, and his eyes widened. He thought he had seen it wrong, but this person was almost exactly the same as the one hanging in the ancestral hall before.
It is indeed Emperor Taizu.
What? Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang? The courtiers were in disbelief.
One by one, their hearts were in their throats. Isn't this too weird? But the aura of the person standing in the center is indeed true.
Some of the elders among them couldn't help but secretly glance up.
Yes, indeed it is!
"Master Yu, in your opinion, is this true?"
"Of course it is."
"Grandfather Taizu, the Ming Dynasty can be saved!" Cao Shoufu knelt down and worshiped, and other ministers responded to him one after another.
"Welcome Emperor Taizu! The Ming Dynasty is saved!"
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
"Cao Shoufu, are you confused? How many years has his grandfather been gone?"
"Not to mention that I have never met him, even my father has met only a handful of times." Zhu Qizhen said nonchalantly.
"Presumptuous!" A strong voice came out, filled with the anger of an emperor.
No one in the government or the public dared to respond, and Zhu Qizhen was so frightened that he fell from the imperial throne.
"Grandpa, my grandson is ignorant. Are you here to take the seat?"
He believed that only Emperor Taizu could have such courage. The courtiers were in an uproar and lowered their heads like quails.
Almost scared out of my wits.
"Great Grandfather, the border areas have been disturbed by the Wala for many times now, and my grandson has decided to conquer it himself."
"This shows that these arrogant people will be conquered." Zhu Qizhen expressed with excitement.
It can be said to be a good strategy, which not only shows their determination to be brave and good at fighting, but also shows their Ming Dynasty's strength.
As he finished speaking, he felt a little proud, and even felt that he might be like Grandpa Cheng, who went to the north five times to conquer the Tatars.
"Are you going to fight in person? You don't have any arms or legs and a stupid brain?"
Zhu Yuanzhang asked coldly.
idiot! The people of Wala are tall and powerful. If they don't have the courage of the fourth child, who would dare to conquer them personally? If you die in vain, which elm-headed person will die?
"You bastard, what are you doing standing still? Bring me the whip." He can't beat the descendants of the Zhu family?
"Grandpa, you..." Before he could finish his words, the whip had already fallen on him.
"Personal expedition, who do you think you are?"
"Are you planning to bury the Ming Dynasty with your own hands?"
The courtiers looked at each other in shock, lowered their heads, and even wanted to cover their ears, pretending not to hear.
Disciplining the children and grandchildren of the Zhu family is a family matter. If these ministers see it, they will lose their heads in the future.
"Ah, Grandpa, I know I was wrong, I know..." he yelled.
But it was of no use.
"Spare me, it's all Wang Zhen's fault. He came up with the idea." Zhu Qizhen couldn't bear the pain and threw all the blame on Wang Zhen.
Zhu Yuanzhang stopped and looked around at the ministers who were bowing their heads. The old eunuch gestured to one.
"You instigated it?" Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at the trembling Wang Zhen.
He had not dared to say anything, obviously because he was afraid of being impatient. Ever since he found out that he was an ancestor, his courage had long been shattered.
"Taizu, I am just loyal and have no intention of harming the current Holy One."
"Wei Chen deserves death..." Plop! The man knelt directly on the ground, and before he could finish speaking, he was pulled away by the guards.
"Wang Zhen deceived the Holy One and killed him without mercy!"
