Da Ming started to ascend the throne

"Sinner Qinglian, pay homage to the emperor, may I ask the emperor to do it for the White Lotus Sect?"

Zhu Youjian smiled slightly:

"As expected of the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus, if she is not ordinary, she actually knows that I am here for the White Lotus Sect, so be flat!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Qinglian is a sinner, she should kneel down and report back!"

No matter what Qinglian has done before, she is her own woman now after all.

What's more, Qinglian has changed her past and sincerely surrendered to him.

Zhu Youjian reached out and pulled Qinglian up:

"Pingshen, the past has become history, I believe in you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty"

"Qinglian, if it is said that the second sage and the third master of the White Lotus Sect were ordered by several feudal lords, what do you want to say to me?"

Qinglian was taken aback for a moment, then said:

"Impossible, the Daming feudal lords have no real power, they only have some money, how can they be ordered to move them, the emperor should not listen to slanderous rumors and misunderstand good people."

"Oh...Qinglian is really unusual, she has the same idea as me."

Hearing the emperor praised her, Qinglian bowed again and said:

"The emperor praised the prize, the White Lotus Sect actually no longer exists, and all their cores have been wiped out by the emperor.

As for the assassination of the emperor, it was just to get revenge on you and revive the White Lotus Sect.

Is the emperor the one who was arrested and confessed that he was instigated by the Daming vassal. Their purpose of doing this is to make you fight among yourself. "

Chapter 147 Landing on Jeju Island

"Night Thoughts"

"Tang Dynasty, Li Bai"

"Moonlight in front of the window,"

"It's suspected to be frost on the ground."

"Looking up at the bright moon,"

"Low your head and think about your hometown."

In a thatched hut not far from the seaside in Jeju Island, a young child is holding a book in his hand, shaking his head and reading Tang poetry aloud.

Standing beside the young boy was a white-haired old man, watching the young boy proficiently recite Tang poems, the old man nodded in satisfaction.

After reciting a few Tang poems, the young boy looked up at the old man and asked the question in his heart:

"Grandpa, why do you teach me to read these Tang poems aloud every day? People will recite more than 100 poems. When can we go back to that distant home?"

The old man turned to look at the sea, his eyes full of longing, and their hometown was on the other side of the sea.

After a while, he turned around and walked towards the young boy, reaching out to touch his grandson's head:

"Hurry up, Xiao Ming, don't worry, soon our Heavenly Soldiers from Da Ming will come to pick us up and return to Da Ming."

The toddler stared at his grandpa with big innocent eyes, and suddenly pursed his mouth:

"Grandpa is lying. You have been saying this for several years. Is Daming big? Is it bigger than the entire island of Jeju?"

"Hahaha, it's big, of course it's big, it's a hundred times bigger than the whole of North Korea. When we, Xiao Ming, return to Daming, you'll find out how big our great country really is."

Both grandparents and grandchildren were Ming people. Many years ago, their family followed their son to North Korea because Huang Taiji suddenly launched an attack on North Korea.

As a result, his son was killed in battle, his daughter-in-law committed suicide and died for the country, leaving only their grandfather and grandson. The entire Ming people on the island were almost wiped out by the Eastern Captives. The grandparents and dozens of Han people were lucky to escape.

After the entire North Korea was completely annexed by the East, not only killed most of the officials who were close to Ming Dynasty, but also banned speaking Chinese, wearing Han clothes, and following Han customs.

Not to mention the books related to Ming Dynasty. They invented a kind of characters that look like ghosts, and used them to replace the Chinese characters that have been popular for thousands of years.

The grandparents of the elderly and dozens of Han people have also become the objects of their strict supervision. Once they are found to violate the regulations, they will be killed immediately, and there will be no mercy.Mobile terminal../

In desperation, the grandfather and grandson quietly left the village and came to live in this remote seaside to solve the problem of food and clothing, relying on stealthy fishing for a living.

The old man often sits by the sea with his grandson, and they hope that one day, they can see Daming's battleship appearing by the sea.

Because the old man knew that Daming once had an invincible navy.

"They are here, and we can often hear them speaking Chinese and reciting Tang poems."

Suddenly footsteps came, and someone could still be heard talking. The old man was taken aback, and hurriedly told Xiao Ming to put away the books, and he went to the door to watch.

I saw a group of people, surrounded by a man with a money rat tail, walking quickly. Among them were soldiers from the Eastern Captives, traitors and lackeys from the village, and officials and soldiers from the Li Dynasty.

"Old man Zhang, you are teaching your grandson to learn Chinese again, right? I have long discovered that you often do this kind of thing. Don't you know that the masters don't like it?"

The person who led the way was Li Chengming, a rascal in the village, and he became proud when he saw the old man.

Seeing this person, Lao Zhang felt disgusted to the extreme:

"What are you doing here? We didn't do anything illegal, and you didn't give us land. The old man can only make a living by fishing at the seaside."

Li Chengming snorted coldly:

"Hmph, old dog Zhang, you are lying, let us go in and search."

When Xiao Ming heard the scoundrel scolding his grandfather, he didn't want to at that time. He pointed at Li Chengming with his little finger and scolded:

"You are the old dog, my grandpa is a good man."

Li Chengming was furious, stretched out his hand to give Xiao Ming a palm, then grabbed Xiao Ming's collar and lifted him up:

"Little bastard, if you dare to curse again, believe it or not, I will throw you to death."

The old man turned pale with fright, and hurried forward to hug Xiao Ming:,

"We really didn't do anything, please spare my grandson."

"Go away."

Li Chengming put Xiao Ming down, kicked the old man to the ground, walked quickly into the room, and began to search.

Soon I collected two or three books of Tang Poetry and Song Ci, which the old man usually used to teach his grandson to read, but today I didn't have time to put them in a more secret place.