Zhu Youjian: Taizu has an order! kill!

"That's easy to say."

"That's Taizu's brand!"

"If I am injured, how can I go to see my ancestors!"

"Damn, let's go! Go check the situation first!"

Old man Wu's words made Zhu Huakui even more irritated.

Although it makes sense, the people won't care too much once it's hurt.

When the time comes, this saliva will curse him to death!

However, he couldn't just retreat, so he had to go and see what was going on first.

Soon, Zhu Huakui arrived outside Nanjing with 500 cavalry.

Taking a look with a telescope, I saw an altar above the city gate.

There is another banner on the city wall.

It reads, "Unfilial descendant Zhu Huakui! Why don't Taizu's spiritual throne retreat quickly while he is here!"

Looking at these words, Zhu Huakui almost crushed his teeth.

That's too damn much!

How can you play like this!

Immediately he couldn't help but let people come forward and shout.

"Someone, come down and have a chat!"

At this time, Wen Tiren, Mo Shan, Feng Ying and others had been waiting here for a long time on the city wall.

Hearing what the messenger shouted, Mo Shan touched his chin and looked at the people behind him.

"Zhu Huakui must be in a hurry."

"Although Confucianism has declined to the point of shamelessness, it still has a mouth left."

"I don't know who dares to go down and scold this person for Taizu's orders."

"Don't worry, I will let you go down with Taizu's spiritual throne. Zhu Huakui will definitely not dare to be presumptuous."

After saying this, the Confucian disciples around him immediately stared with expressions as if they were joking.

Who knows if Zhu Huakui will give them a knife!

After all, even if he dares to rebel, he is obviously not the kind of person who is obedient.

"how?"

"You Confucians weren't clamoring for something to do before."

"This is a great achievement!"

"No matter whether I can come back alive in the end, as long as I scold him, he will definitely be remembered in history!"

"I'm giving you a chance!"

After waiting for a long time and no one spoke, Mo Shan frowned and spoke again.

Are you scared?

It seems that Confucianism has really declined.

"That's all, let me go."

"He's just a thief, but he wouldn't dare to do anything to me!"

Just when Mo Shan was about to say something more.

Huang Jin sighed and stood up from behind.

He was indeed not afraid of death, but he was worried that Confucianism would not be able to deal with the French and Mohist families after his death, so he was too afraid to take on the job.

But now, looking at the Confucian disciples around them, they don't even dare to fart.

Huang Jin couldn't help but feel a little sad!

A dignified Confucian...

A dignified Confucian!

He couldn't even keep his last bit of strength!

Is it true that God wants to destroy our Confucianism?

That being the case, let me leave the last trace of dignity for Confucianism in history.

"No!"

"You are the minister, how can you be involved in danger?"

"If you die, how will I explain to His Majesty?"

However, as soon as Huang Jin came out, Wen Tiren behind him directly objected with a dark face.

What a joke.

Huang Jin is the Minister of Rites, and if he dies in front of him, His Majesty will definitely hold him accountable.

And more importantly, he is now the leader of Confucianism.

If he died, the Confucianists would definitely be suppressed by the French and Mohist families until they could not hold their head high.

Once the Confucians leave the court, the existing situation will collapse instantly.

Today, His Majesty is proficient in the art of checks and balances, and will never allow such an imbalance between France and Mexico to occur!

As long as he appears, his target will instantly be aimed at the Legalists, Mohists and military strategists.

If you want to gain a foothold in the court, you must be able to see the situation clearly.

If the court was too chaotic, even he might not be able to die well.

"Forget it, let my Legal family members go."

"Master Huang, although he is useless, he still has to rely on you to manage Confucianism."

"If he dies, everyone will be in trouble."

Feng Ying obviously thought of this too.

He shook his head and agreed.

Then he turned around and looked at the Legalist disciples behind him.

"Who's going?"

It is different from Confucianism.

Feng Ying just said two simple words, and immediately fifty or sixty people stood up.

"I go!"

"Fuck you, do you know how to curse? Let me go, I must let this King of Chu know what shame means!"

"Go away, you can't even scold me and yet you dare to go up and embarrass me? Let me go!"

"Just shut up, me. Anyone who dares to block my future should first ask me if I can answer with this fist!"

The commotion that broke out instantly made Huang Jin's face look even more ugly.

"Shut up, me!"

"I am the Minister of Rites, so I have the responsibility to manage these rebellious anti-kings!"

"If I let you go, wouldn't it be a joke to everyone in the world?"

"Get out of my way!"

Huang Jin said as he prepared to walk towards the hanging basket on the other side of the city wall.

He was determined to go out for a walk today.

Confucianism has been weak for a long time, how can it continue to be looked down upon!

He just wanted to let people know that not all Confucians are cowards.

"Okay, okay, let the young people do this."

"You are sixty or seventy years old, don't join in the fun."

"Feng Ying, hurry up!"

Later, when Wen Tiren saw that the old man wanted to go up, he immediately took two steps forward and pulled him back.

While talking, he gave Feng Ying a look.

Stop fucking watching, why don’t you hurry up and get people out!

"Wang Fuzhi, go ahead."

"Your eloquence is the best here."

"But this matter is life-threatening, so you have to think carefully."

Feng Ying looked around at his disciples and finally landed on Wang Fuzhi.

He waved to him and explained the stakes.

When Wang Fuzhi heard this, he smiled very freely.

"No need to fear death."

"I, a disciple of Legalism, are born to be lonely ministers."

"If you are afraid of death, there is no need to stay here."

"Watch me talk to this man!"

die?

Isn't his Wang Fuzhi a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?

After saying that, he walked to the altar next to him, bowed three times and held Zhu Youjian's spiritual tablet in his chest.

Then he walked to the wall and stood in the hanging basket without any hesitation.

In the envious and jealous eyes of countless Legalist disciples, he walked down to the outside of the city with an indifferent expression.

When Zhu Huakui saw that someone really dared to come out, he immediately took two steps forward and stood still.

He pointed the long sword in his hand with a bad tone.

"Who are you? How dare you touch the spiritual tablet of my great ancestor of the Zhu family."

"You bastards don't even know the basic etiquette of a monarch and his ministers?"

"Why don't you kneel down quickly!"

Wang Fuzhi, who was holding the Taizu's spiritual throne, curled his lips slightly as he listened to Zhu Huakui's arrogant shouting.

Who do you think you are and how dare you make me kneel down?

He really thinks of himself as an emperor.

"Unfilial son Zhu Huakui, it is really disrespectful not to kneel down when he sees Taizu's spiritual throne."

"The reason why I invited Taizu's spiritual throne today is to let him see it."

"What does the anti-king of the Ming Dynasty look like today, so that he can have a good chat with your ancestors when he is underground."

Wang Fuzhi raised the spiritual tablet in his hand and blocked Zhu Huakui's words with a disrespectful word.

It's you who should kneel!

Dare to speak like this on horseback in front of your ancestors.

I think you really don’t even want to see me anymore!

(There are two more updates in the evening.)