I'm really not the carpenter emperor

"Chen Jisheng, Chen Jisheng, the general of Zhenjiang, was ordered by Mao Wenlong, the commander-in-chief, to dedicate more than a hundred captive chieftains captured in the First Battle of Zhenjiang to the capital!"

"In the battle of Zhenjiang, the soldiers used their lives because we were willing to die for the emperor!"

"Long live the emperor, long live the Ming Dynasty!"

When the words fell, all the generals of the Dongjiang Army put down their swords and guns, and shouted in unison: "Long live the emperor, long live the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Youxiao laughed a few times and said: "The Dongjiang army is brave and flat!"

Chen Jisheng stood up, waved his hands back, and said loudly, "Bring the chieftain!"

All the officials looked back when they heard the words, and saw Dongjiang soldiers escorting a group of prisoners slowly coming.

Each of these prisoners was shackled, and each had a piece of red cloth with a large round hole and a red scarf pierced through the head, covering the chest and back.

Without ordering, the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army took off the headscarves of the captives one by one, let them see the majesty of the Ming Dynasty capital, and then pressed them to kneel on the imperial road.

"kneel!"

Seeing these ferocious Jianlu with braids behind their heads, all the officials were shocked, and some even got so frightened that they wanted to run away.

However, a soldier of the Dongjiang Army found that Jianlu was about to move in his hand, and immediately lowered his elbows to his head fiercely, pressing him firmly under his body.

That Jianlu gritted his teeth and broke free even harder.

The soldiers of the Dongjiang army knew that the emperor was watching, and they didn't dare to let him move an inch. They pulled out their knives in front of all the officials, and cut off two of his fingers without hesitation.

Accompanied by a scream, two blood spurted out wildly, and the Dongjiang soldier shouted viciously to the captive chief:

"Slave thief, you dare to be presumptuous after seeing the emperor!!"

Smelling the smell of blood in the air, all the civil servants around were terrified and their faces were pale.

Zhu Youxiao was condescending, and he felt even more relieved when he saw that these Jian prisoners were firmly held down by soldiers of the Dongjiang Army.

"Get out of the way, I want to go down!" Zhu Youxiao got up on a whim and wanted to go downstairs to see for himself.

"Think twice, Your Majesty!" Gao Panlong stood up and said, "The Emperor is a body of ten thousand gold, what should I do if something unexpected happens?"

Hearing this, the joy on Zhu Youxiao's face dissipated instantly, and he asked coldly, "Gao Aiqing, where is this?"

Gao Panlong's eyes met, the fear he had seen when he saw Jianlu just now disappeared completely, and he said loudly: "It's in the capital."

"Since Gao Aiqing knows that this is the capital of Daming, what else do you have to worry about?" Zhu Youxiao said as he went downstairs, closely followed by Wei Zhongxian:

"These frontier soldiers took Jianlu to the capital with their lives. If I dare not even look at it, what qualifications do I have to be their emperor!?"

Before Gao Panlong could reply, Zhu Youxiao had already walked down the Chengtian Gate and quickly came to Chen Jisheng.

Chen Jisheng didn't expect that the emperor would come down in person. He stared at Zhu Youxiao in a daze for a long while before he came back to his senses and hurriedly knelt down to salute.

Kneeling halfway, Zhu Youxiao supported him and said: "This ceremony of presenting prisoners is not only for the Dongjiang Army, but also for the warriors of the world!"

"Over the years, even if you don't have enough to eat and don't have warm clothes, you still guard the bitter cold land over there for generations, fighting with Jianlu with your lives!"

"I don't understand, why are you doing this?"

Chen Jisheng lowered his head, stepped aside, cupped his fists and said, "We are fighting for the emperor, to defend Daming!"

Hearing this, Zhu Youxiao gave him a positive look, then turned around and said:

"My lords, I called you here today. First, I want you to see what the Jian captives who are raging in Liaodong look like."

"These two are also for you to reflect on yourself, whether you are worthy of the current rich clothes and fine food!"

"I called you here in advance, but within half an hour, I have already complained. The frontier soldiers have been beaten by the wind and rain all day. Have they ever had any dissatisfaction?"

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Youxiao took out a ginseng from the large sleeve of his toga, and said coldly:

"This ginseng was brought back to me by Wang Tiqian from Pidao. It was dug out by a child."

"She said she wanted to use this ginseng to buy food, my lords, does anyone of you want to sell it to her?" Zhu Youxiao raised a ginseng in his hand, his tone became colder, and every word was stern.

Hearing these words, Gao Panlong and others were at a loss.

At this time, Wei Zhongxian, who had already sensed the sacred intention, hurriedly winked at Gu Bingqian, a cabinet scholar.

The latter saw that all the officials leading the "eunuch party" knelt down on the ground, and they all expressed their willingness to donate food to Phi Island. The remaining Donglin party members neither stood nor knelt.

sell food?

Just such a small ginseng, how much food can you buy?

Chen Jisheng stood aside, his eyes were red, he was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

It turned out that the emperor who was far away in the capital knew about the situation of Phi Island.

He and all the generals of the Dongjiang Army knelt down together and shouted loudly: "Even if we die, we will not be able to repay the emperor's favor!!"

Chapter 62 Ling Chi

"I know it's difficult for you, but it's not difficult for you?" Zhu Youxiao took two steps forward, looking at Jianlu who was being pinned down by soldiers of the Dongjiang Army in front of him, and said:

"It's these barbarians who are worse than dogs, slaughtering my people in Liaodong every day. As I speak here, I don't know how many innocent people will die at their hands."

"My heart hurts, but I am the emperor of Ming Dynasty, I can't lose my size..."

"Zhen, I have never forgotten you!" Zhu Youxiao held up the ginseng, held it tightly, and said:

"This ginseng, I will order someone to hang it in the Xinuang Pavilion, behind my imperial case, so that it can wake me up every moment, and tell me that there are people like you who are working hard for Daming and Jianlu! "

"When you return to Liaodong, you can pass on what I said today, and tell everyone who is still oppressed by the Jian captives that the Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Ming Dynasty has not forgotten them."

"Please give me some time, give Daming some time!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Youxiao bowed deeply to the generals and schools of the Dongjiang Army who came to offer prisoners.

Chen Jisheng followed Mao Wenlong deep into the enemy's rear, and when he heard the emperor's sincere words, he recalled all the situations he had seen in Liaodong.

He had a sore nose and said, "Bring Tong Yangzhen, the General of Rebels!"

As soon as the words fell, a man from Jianzhou with money and rattail hair was escorted by two burly captains of the Dongjiang Military Academy, one on the left and the other on the right.

"Dog slave, don't kneel down when you see the emperor!"

The two school lieutenants looked at each other and kicked hard. The arrogant Jianzhou man let out a muffled growl before he knelt down with a "plop".

Tong Yangzhen didn't react too excitedly, he just glanced at Zhu Youxiao who was standing in front of him, and said in Chinese with Jurchen words:

"This is you, the emperor of the Ming Kingdom?"

Immediately, he spit out the anesthetic stuffed into his mouth by Dongjiang soldiers, struggled to raise his head, and sneered.

"A little doll?"

If he spoke a foreign language, the school would be fine, but this rebellious slave did not know where he learned these Chinese words, so that the emperor could understand them clearly.

The two captains felt dereliction of duty, and quickly covered Tong Yangzhen's mouth with black towels.

Zhu Youxiao stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the thick phlegm he spit on the edge of his bright yellow boots, without feeling angry at all.

The emperor was so indifferent, all the officials were amazed and whispered.

Zhu Youxiao remained silent all this time, while hundreds of Dongjiang Army soldiers who came to offer up prisoners waited solemnly. For a while, the outside of Chengtian Gate fell into deathly silence.

"Let me wring his tongue first." After a while, Zhu Youxiao sneered.

Hearing this, a captain took out a black scarf from Tong Yangzhen's mouth, poured a lot of anesthetic into it, took a small knife from his boot, and put it directly into his mouth.

Not long after, Zhu Youxiao sneered a few times, looking at the bloody tongue brought up by the captain, turned around and left, and when he arrived at Chengtian Gate, he left another sentence.

"Ling Chi."

……

On this day, the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion built a large platform that was not too high or too short overnight in Pailou Street, the most prosperous place in the capital.

At first, many people didn't know what it was for.

But in the early morning of the next day, the news that the emperor decreed that Tong Yangzhen, the slave of Ling Chi, beheaded more than a hundred Tartars and sealed them as Jingguan, spread throughout the streets and alleys of Beijing.

"Have you heard that the Tartars captured by the Zhenjiang Great Victory have been tied up and brought to Beijing!"

"I heard that yesterday the emperor held a prisoner offering ceremony at Chengtianmen, and these Tartars will pay their debts in blood!"

Just as the chatter among the common people was in full swing, more than a hundred Jianzhou people were tied up and escorted by soldiers from the Yongwei Battalion.

Along the way, the Tatars' prison cars were thrown full of rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves by the onlookers. What's more, they spat a mouthful of foul-smelling thick phlegm into their faces.

"God damn slaves, cut them off!"

"It's too cheap to cut them directly, we should kill them all!"

"Your Majesty has done a good job. I, Da Ming, should not die against slaves and thieves!"

This beheading and execution was originally planned to have the Dongjiang army come.

But just last night, after tossing and turning, Qi Jin still decided to enter the palace to face the saint, and won this opportunity for the Yongweiying in front of Zhu Youxiao.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Yongwei Battalion lined up on both sides of the platform, and solemnly pressed the Jianlu one by one to kneel down, without saying a word, and swung their swords down.

Seeing Jianlu's head rolling to the ground, many people shouted and cursed, saying that they let out a vicious breath.

As for Tong Yangzhen, he was stripped naked and tightly netted, his body covered in fish scales. Right in front of everyone, the skilled executioner cut [-] knives.

During the execution, Tong Yangzhen no longer had the toughness he pretended yesterday.

Facing the common hatred of the soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty, he was afraid and panicked. He didn't know how to defeat such a nation.

The cohesion of the Han people is really not comparable to that of the Jianzhou people.

At dusk, a bead of sweat slipped quietly on the executioner's forehead, and he breathed a sigh of relief after lightly cutting the last knife.

In an instant, the people who had been watching for half a day burst into cheers and applauded endlessly.

There are wealthy businessmen who spend a lot of money for this last piece of slave meat.

There are even scholars who travel to the school and write several poems for this grand event, which are widely circulated among the market.

……

That night, in the Maoqin Palace in the Forbidden City, Zhu Youjiao taught Zhang Yan to copy "The Story of Yue Fei Breaking the Winter Window" hand in hand.

If you don't teach later, it's the fault of the emperor.

As Zhang Yan's husband, Zhu Youxiao felt that he had to let her know what books should be read on weekdays.

It is better to read less about Confucianism, otherwise you will be like the Donglin Party, and you will be stupid to read.

"No, it's not right for you to write like this. Bring a pen." As he spoke, Zhu Youxiao took the pen from Zhang Yan's hand and wrote flamboyantly on another piece of paper.

Zhang Yan turned her head sideways, looking at Zhu Youxiao's serious face.

"Queen, take a look, who can write better, you or I?" Not long after, Zhu Youxiao put down his pen and said to her triumphantly.

It wasn't until this time that Zhang Yan came back to her senses. It turned out that she had been staring at the emperor for a long time.

Feeling her face was slightly hot, she hurriedly looked down.

The next moment, he laughed.

The emperor's writing is very distinctive, and it does not look like it was taught by Sun Chengzong and other great sages after a banquet.

"The character "emperor" has a very different style, with a dignified body, concubine..."

"How is it?" Zhu Youxiao became energetic.

"I don't want to talk too much, but..." Zhang Yan pursed her lips and smiled, "The emperor can show it to Mr. Sun and the others."

Hearing this, Zhu Youxiao threw away the pen and gave her a sharp eye.

"Show them, don't they want to bother me with one head and two big ones?"

Looking at the emperor's rascally look, Zhang Yan felt even more interesting.

Even she herself didn't know that at this moment, the strange feeling in her heart towards the young emperor was gradually getting closer.

"By the way, you and I are here!" Zhu Youxiao suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but drag Zhang Yan to run out of Maoqin Hall, came to the empty courtyard, and asked:

"Do you like flowers?"

"I like it, Your Majesty, girls like flowers." After Zhang Yan finished speaking softly, she suddenly said, "Your Majesty, what kind of flower do you think my concubine looks like?"

Zhu Youxiao was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to reply.

My later life is just a poor and dead house, so in a hurry, I don't know what can make a girl smile.