in the room.
Although Zhu Yi has countless beauties, this is really the first time he has done this with an Oriental girl.
This woman is really powerful. She has a small mouth and can swallow everything.
After the incident was over, Zhu Yi closed her eyes to rest, but Charlotte was still energetic and gently stroked Zhu Yi's python robe.
How come the embroidery on this dress is so exquisite? What kind of skillful hands does it take to make such an exquisite robe?
Zhu Yi noticed this and stretched out her hand, and Charlotte obediently leaned her head up, her thick tawny hair resting on Zhu Yi's chest.
"You are so awesome, I really want to bring you back to the Ming Dynasty..."
The woman didn't understand Zhu Yi's words, she just opened her big eyes, her blue eyes full of curiosity.
Charlotte is not married yet, but she had a relationship with the heir of another family a year ago. She learned these things from reading books, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful.
She didn't know what Zhu Yi was saying to him, but she felt very comfortable listening to his voice. This feeling of smooth words made her a little fascinated.
Charlotte half sat up, then she leaned down and kissed Zhu Yi's forehead.
Zhu Yi chuckled, she must be so good at getting things done.
Charlotte got out of bed, took down a portrait from her wall, carried it to the bed, pointed at the woman wearing armor and holding a French flag in the picture, then pointed at herself and said: "c'est notrehéros, puis- jeêtreeelle?”
"What are you talking about? I'm not good enough."
"C'est notrehéros, puis-jeêtreelle?"
Zhu Yi was still in a state of confusion, but she couldn't lift her pants to deny someone. Zhu Yi thought about it carefully, then pointed at the woman in the painting, then pointed at Charlotte, and gave a thumbs up.
Charlotte looked at Zhu Yi's movements and was so happy that she kept laughing. Then she suddenly remembered something and looked a little lonely.
This portrait is of France's national hero Joan of Arc.
A figure comparable to Napoleon in French history.
Thirteen-year-old Joan of Arc walked out of the countryside and claimed to be able to hear the voice of God. Of course, this may be self-packaging.
But her subsequent performance on the battlefield put God to shame. M.biQuge.biZ
In just four years, she became the commander-in-chief of the French army.
She held the flag, commanded the French army to victory again and again, and witnessed the coronation of their king.
Zhu Yi's ability to enjoy this kind of happiness was partly due to its influence.
Since France's victory in the Hundred Years' War, its degree of openness has once again increased.
After Joan of Arc was killed, although England took the lead and forced the Holy See to do this to retaliate against their king, the French king had a vague attitude and waited until many years after Joan of Arc was killed before marching into Lyon and forcing the Holy See to recognize their king. A miscarriage of justice, restoring Joan of Arc's reputation, arresting the clergy who were convicted many years ago and committing suicide, and allowing the superior Vatican to admit that they have done something wrong can prove the influence of France on the European continent at this time.
Even if he admitted it, so what? Killing a country's hero and a nation's hero in this way made the nobles, including the royal family, the knights, and even the common people question their Catholic faith during this period. That is because This incident disappointed France, the eldest son of Catholicism in continental Europe.
The English thought that burning Joan of Arc in this way would be a fatal blow to the French, but they made a mistake. Joan of Arc was killed, which aroused the national hatred of the French people and brought them together.
From then on, recovering the land in France was not only the responsibility of the nobles competing for the feudal lands, but became the obligation of the entire country. Joan of Arc's death united the country in a mysterious emotion
The French will dominate France. Whoever becomes king should be the choice of the French people, not the aristocrats of England. Since then, the French army has become more vigorous on the battlefield. Whoever takes in the English and sets up strongholds on the European continent will be killed. In this way, the Ingra people were forced to withdraw from the European continent and were unable to interfere in the affairs of the European continent for hundreds of years.
Joan of Arc used her own death to help her loyal but fearful king for the last time.
The death of Joan of Arc also made the French nobles and civilians more open-minded. She was later called a Catholic saint, God's gospel to the French people, God's miracle...
Of course, these are the thoughts of the French, but Zhu Yi cannot empathize with him. In his opinion, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a dead person now...
Zhu Yi picked up the portrait and looked at it, then put it aside, and then pushed Charlotte who was thinking about it: "How about we do it again."
Charlotte smiled faintly, she seemed to understand this sentence...
After the incident was over again, the two fell asleep.
I don't know if it was because of the busy schedule and overwork, but Zhu Yi suddenly felt chilly while sleeping.
He sat up suddenly, breathing heavily, and woke up Charlotte who had just fallen asleep next to him.
Charlotte looked at Zhu Yi nervously.
Zhu Yi kept breathing heavily and felt restless.
Why am I so scared?
what happened.
After a moment of pause, Zhu Yi gradually calmed down.
He glanced at Charlotte next to him and thought: "I must be thinking that I am not tired enough. Let's do it again..."
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During the Ming Dynasty, in the Qianqing Palace.
Zhu Jianshen sat in front of the dragon case with a solemn expression. After a while, Zhang Bao ran in in a panic.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the imperial doctors are at their wits' end. Duke Cheng Guo may not be able to bear it tonight."
After hearing Zhang Bao's words, Zhu Jianshen was stunned for a moment, and then quickly stood up: "I'm going to see Duke Cheng Guo."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty can't go?"
"Why?"
"First of all, the draft is being held for His Majesty. This is a great event. How can we see life and death again? Secondly, what is causing great harm to the country is an acute illness. His Majesty is concerned about the country and the country, so he cannot make such an urgent arrangement without caution. This slave cannot act according to orders, and I hope your Majesty will think twice before acting. Your Majesty, listen to the old slave's advice and don't go. Now that Duke Cheng is unconscious, you can only see him in embarrassment. Your Majesty, he doesn't want this either. He looks like a saint."
After listening to Zhang Bao's words, Zhu Jianshen sat down slowly. After thinking for a while, he said, "You can go and take my place to see Duke Cheng off."
"Yes, Your Majesty..." After Zhang Bao finished speaking, he slowly exited Qianqing Palace.
Zhu Jian sighed deeply.
Old friends are dying one after another, like leaves falling in the wind...
My life has just begun, but many people have reached the end of their lives.
It's a bit sad.
Zhu Jianshen suddenly remembered that the Queen Mother Sun, whom he had called Grandma Huang for more than ten years, was getting old.
Her body and bones are not as good as before, and the imperial doctor goes to her more frequently.
Because Duke Cheng Guo didn't see his son before he died, could he let his grandmother not see her son before she died?
At this moment, Zhu Jianshen felt a little guilty.
After a long time, Zhu Jianshen threw away all the bad emotions in his heart and thought about how he would deal with it if Duke Cheng really left.
Zhu Yi now goes to sea for herself.
It has been two years, but it stands to reason that the title of Duke Cheng is to be handed over to the son of Duke Cheng. It would not be appropriate to wait for Zhu Yi for a few more years, not to mention the vast sea, turbulent waves, and unknown life and death.
It's impossible to keep the title of Duke Cheng Guo waiting.
After thinking for a while, Zhu Jianshen didn't think of any proper way to deal with it, so he could only delay it for two or three years to give Zhu Yi some time.
Zhu Jianshen stood up and walked out of Qianqing Palace. He looked at the stars in the sky and said nothing. Maybe death is a new beginning, or maybe death is death...
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Duke Cheng Guo had always been in good health and had no other bad habits except for those hobbies. It was something that no one could have imagined that he suddenly became seriously ill and couldn't afford it.
At this time, there was a lot of crying and shouting in Chengguo Duke's Mansion.
Cheng Guogong's four sons, five daughters-in-law, and five married daughters all knelt aside, crying loudly.
Duke Cheng Guo, who was on the bed, had a sallow face and thin muscles, a blackened face, and his whole body was full of energy. Although he was breathing heavily, looking at how weak his breath was, he was destined to not be able to hold on for long.
Zhu Shou was lying on the bed, his body was weak, but he could hear the cries of the children. He wanted to call someone, but he no longer had the strength to speak.
Really dying.
But the British father lived to be over eighty.
Why do you have to die when you are sixty?
Which link has the problem?
Is this my destiny?
Forget it, forget it, there are no young or old in the Palace of Hell, everyone is treated equally.
The only regret is that he did not meet his legitimate son Zhu Yi, the eldest son who he loves and hates...
Cheng Guogong was not afraid of death. He was very calm. He felt that he might not die soon after he felt unwell in the Chinese Army Governor's Mansion.
He immediately returned to the house, first looked at his old buddy, the sweaty horse named Xiaohong, and with the help of his own soldiers, he got on the horse, walked around in the yard, and then put his son-in-law on the horse. Grandson Zhu Fu called over, grabbed Zhu Fu's hand and wrote the words "loyalty and righteousness" on it.
Zhu Fu asked in confusion: "Grandpa, what did you write in your grandson's hand?"
Duke Cheng Guo smiled and said, "The word is loyalty. I hope that after my grandson inherits the title, he will be loyal to his superiors and sincere to his subordinates, diligent and studious, honest and steady, humble and benevolent, sincere and kind, and stay away from women. Don't Disappoint my expectations."
Zhu Fu felt dizzy when he heard that. If his father knew that his grandfather said these words to him, he would definitely jump up and yell at his grandfather: "Tell me, you old man, are you an old fool? Can you do this?" , or your son, I can do this, we can't do it, you ask my son to do it, isn't this embarrassing, old man, don't put so much pressure on my son..."
After saying these words, Cheng Guogong asked his servants to take Zhu Fu down, fearing that he would die in front of him, and then he smiled bitterly: "You little bastard, you are really right, dad can't wait for you You're back, haha, but dad won't make it easy for you. Your title was given to his grandson. If you come back and scold me on my grave, I will give it to Hou Taining in a dream and ask him to beat you up."
After saying these words, Zhu Shou fell down and fell unconscious.
After Zhu Shou fell into coma, the Chengguo Duke's mansion was immediately in chaos. First, he sent someone to invite the doctor, delivered the letter to the palace, and then called all his daughters and sons who were away from home back to the mansion.
Among the five sons and five daughters of Duke Chengguo, in addition to Zhu Yi, there is another son who is qualified to inherit the title.
It is Zhu Ji, the second son.
Zhu Ji knelt on the ground, sobbing softly. He looked at his father lying on the hospital bed from time to time, hoping that he would open his eyes and call his nickname.
He knelt down and called dad with tears in his eyes, but he felt strange in his heart, what is going on, my dad is going to die soon, why do I still think about these messy things.
Of course, when his eldest brother was here, he had nothing to do, but now that his eldest brother was at sea, Zhu Ji had some illusions that he might become the new Duke Cheng of the Ming Dynasty.
Compared with Zhu Yi, Zhu Ji is more like a qualified son. He listens to his father in the Duke's mansion, his wife in his own home, and his leaders outside. He is meek and polite. But in Zhu Shou's view, But he is cowardly and incompetent.
Zhu Shou, who was lying on the bed, coughed. It was as if this sound had used up the last strength in his life and stopped breathing.
The imperial physician who had been standing by him shook his head after checking...
The female relatives immediately rushed forward and howled loudly.
At this time, Zhu Ji had more messy thoughts.
He had always been filial, but the strange thoughts in his heart at this time made him feel ashamed.
In order to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, he kept kowtowing. The thumping sound attracted the attention of many people. His wife Zhao went to pull him, but he threw her away.
He was still kowtowing one by one.
When the father left, the son's first thought was the title. He was not worthy of being a son.
It was under this heavy impact from head to head that his thoughts gradually became clearer, and he began to cry loudly. His tears fell to the ground one by one as he lowered his head.
At this time, his sister-in-law, Mrs. Hu, Zhu Yi's wife, said: "Zhu Ji, your eldest brother is not in the house. You are the legitimate son of the family. You have to come forward to deal with my father's death. I feel sad, but I can't be cowardly or hurt." You, don’t kneel here anymore. People from the palace, people from the Fifth Army Governor’s Mansion, and people from the capital camp are all in the outer courtyard. We are all female relatives. It is not convenient for us to come forward. You can go and tell them that the Ming Dynasty Duke Cheng Guo passed away."
After hearing what his sister-in-law said, Zhu Ji stopped punishing himself, looked at his sister-in-law, and nodded.
There were blood stains on his forehead. He slowly stood up and looked at his father lying on the bed, feeling painful in his heart: "Brother, when will you come back? We have no father..."
In the outer courtyard of the Duke Cheng's mansion.
The place was full of people.
Yang Hong, Guo Deng, Jing Yuan and other Wu Xun who were in Beijing, as well as the governors of the Five Army Governor's Mansion, the governor generals, Tongzhi, the generals of the Beijing camp, and Wu Xun's juniors were all there, and Zhang Bao from the palace also arrived in person. They waited anxiously in the outer courtyard.
At this moment, Zhu Ji, who was in despair and with red eyes, walked out...
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