How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Shen Lian's words really made Pei Lun's head spin.

How could Zhu Youjian be sitting in the back garden of Prince Xin's Mansion.

Today is the funeral day of Emperor Daxing.

According to the Ming etiquette, he had to wear hemp and mourn, personally support the coffin, walk all the way to Tianshou Mountain, give the imperial brother a posthumous title, and bury the eldest brother in the Xuan Palace.

Every item requires him to do it himself, how could he be sitting in Prince Xin's palace?

"Are you two...dazzled? Or is the special girl haunted?"

Pei Lun looked in disbelief and looked back at the sun in the sky.

The sun was rising at this moment, it was already the hour, and it stands to reason that the funeral procession was about to arrive outside Tianshou Mountain.

It can't be haunted in broad daylight.

"Go fucking up there and see for yourself!"

Shen Lian's face turned pale, he frowned and said something, then took Pei Lun's knife stick and stabbed it into the soil on the ground.

"Damn! Brother Shen, you already had such a method, why didn't you just use it and step on my head?"

Pei Lun cursed secretly, stood up on the sword stick, and climbed onto the edge of the wall.

But as soon as he got up, he almost lost his grip and fell down.

But the new emperor Zhu Youjian was actually standing in the back garden.

He was no longer wearing mourning clothes, but was wearing a black-winged benevolent crown and ocher-yellow colored robes, and was strutting in the pavilion in the back garden.

Pei Lun is going crazy!

It’s really Zhu Youjian!

Still wearing a dragon robe!

Why... why didn't he go to the funeral, but showed up in his own Prince Xin's palace?

Pei Lun's hands went limp and he almost fell off the wall.

Fortunately, Shen Lian and Wei Ting also climbed up again and helped him a few times.

"Brother Shen, this... this... this..."

Pei Lun swallowed and couldn't understand why this was the case.

"Shut up!"

Shen Lian let out a low drink, feeling a huge wave in his heart.

It is inevitable for Zhu Youjian to go to the funeral.

Otherwise, the entire funeral ceremony cannot be held.

But he was in Prince Xin's palace. Who was the funeral person?

A strange figure appeared in Shen Lian's mind, making him tremble even more.

That was the man he and Li Xin met outside Stone Village a year ago.

The guy who can change his appearance at will and is called a visitor from outside by his husband.

Could it be that this person has been hiding in Prince Xin's Mansion for more than a year, even dressing up as Zhu Youjian?

"somebody is coming!"

Wei Ting was also frightened, but he shouted low and saw someone walking into the back garden again.

Shen Lian and Pei Lun had to be more careful, lest they be discovered by the two people in the garden.

"My beloved concubine?... No, it's time to call you Zitong. Haha, Zitong is here! Come on, let's see how I look like."

Zhu Youjian stood in the pavilion, wearing a Yishan crown and a colorful embroidered robe. He proudly shouted to Princess Xin who had just walked over and Zhou Yingying, the Zhou family who was about to become the Empress of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhou Yingying frowned, looking at her husband's appearance, and kept sighing in her heart.

Too urgent!

Your Majesty, you are too hasty.

Your eldest brother has just died seven days ago and has not even been buried yet.

But you are already wearing dragon clothes and can't wait to ascend the throne and proclaim yourself emperor?

She sighed quietly, walked all the way to the pavilion, and whispered: "Your Highness... No, Your Majesty!"

The change of title has always made Zhou uncomfortable.

"What will you do if your servants and guards see you dressed like this?"

Zhu Youjian was in high spirits, and his face darkened when he heard this.

"Oh, Zitong, what are you afraid of!"

"I am already the ninth emperor, and I only need the enthronement ceremony to prove my identity."

"When can I not wear it? I have worn mourning clothes for seven days, but I have worn it out enough. Now there is no one else in the back garden, why can't I show it to you?"

Zhu Youjian also understood that dressing like this during a funeral was too shocking.

So there were only two people in the huge back garden, he and Zhou.

Seeing that her husband's face turned dark, Mrs. Zhou didn't dare to say anything more, so she had to force out a smile.

"Well! His Majesty is so handsome in his military uniform, quite like Liu Chezhi, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty..."

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty Liu Che also ascended the throne at the age of sixteen and became the young emperor.

Zhou Yingying's description of Zhu Youjian is quite appropriate.

"Hahaha!"

Zhu Youjian laughed loudly again, held his head high and took a few steps.

"What Liu Che! He was pretty good as emperor in his early years. How did he become so mediocre in his later years?"

"Being militaristic and obsessed with witchcraft!"

"I will never be like him!"

"Zi Tong, if you want to compare me, you should compare me to the First Emperor."

"Just take a look, how do I compare to Ying Zheng?"

Zhu Youjian shamelessly put himself in the same position as the First Emperor.

Zhou:......

The three people lying on the wall:...

You are extremely speechless!

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such a shameless person.

However, Zhou Yingying still praised against her will: "Your Majesty, you are even worse than the First Emperor..."

"Hahaha!"

Zhu Youjian smiled again and pulled his wife over.

"I know you are praising me and exaggerating!"

"But Zitong, just watch and see how I will govern the Ming Dynasty after I ascend the throne."

Zhou Yingying was pulled hard by the little emperor, her pretty face turned red, and she realized that there was no one else around, so she didn't hide away.

However, she still persuaded Zhu Youjian to sit down, and she asked quietly from the side.

"Your Majesty, you didn't go to support the funeral, but you let that person go. Wouldn't it... wouldn't others see the flaw?"

"How can it be!"

Zhu Youjian shook his head happily, thinking that person can even pretend to look like you, pretending to be me is easy.

Even if the other party can imitate my speaking voice and walking posture so perfectly, how can I still tell?

Zhou Yingying became more and more worried.

"His Majesty……"

"I still can't figure out why I kept him in the house. That man is so weird that I still don't dare to take another look at him."

"Since you have ascended the throne, why... why don't you drive him away?"

"I……"

Zhu Youjian fell silent.

Wife, I also have difficulties.

If that man could be driven away easily, why would my special mother call him master?

But many of these things could not be disclosed to his wife and could only be vaguely stated.

"He said he was tired of staying, and we in the Ming Dynasty had no reason to let him stay any longer."

"After I ascend the throne, he plans to visit Goguryeo, Dongwa, Annan...and even Womor, Ottoman, Spain, England and other places."

Zhou Yingying gradually widened her eyes.

She had never heard the names of these countries before.

That is to say, she is about to become a queen, and she has gained some knowledge about paying tribute from other countries in recent years.

That person's footprints will be all over the world?

However, Zhou Yingying was relieved and firmly believed that her husband could manage the entire Ming Dynasty without him.

But when one question fell, another question rose.

"Your Majesty, I have heard that... I have also heard that..."

Seeing no one around, Zhu Youjian was about to wear a Gunlong suit to have a toss with Zhou.

It can be seen that the daughter-in-law kept asking questions and gradually became impatient.

"What else have you heard?"

Zhou stammered and said, "I heard that you sent soldiers to assassinate the Queen in Kunning Palace?"

Ok?

"Who the hell told you? Is it that old dog in Han Zicheng?"

Zhu Youjian suddenly became furious and threw the fruit plate on the table.

Han Zicheng is the pawnshop owner and the housekeeper of Prince Xin's Mansion.

Clang.

Seeing that her husband was furious, Zhou Yingying was so frightened that she quickly knelt down.

"No...I don't care about Butler Han's affairs. Your Majesty, I'm just worried in my heart and asking too much. If it makes Your Majesty unhappy...I...I'll never give up until I die."

Seeing his wife's frightened look, Zhu Youjian felt a sense of accomplishment.

If I still believe in the King, how can I make heaven and earth tremble with every move I make?

He stepped forward to help his daughter-in-law up and comforted her with gentle words.

"Haha, you can't kill me! For me, it's just a death sentence!"

"Zi Tong, don't be afraid. If she dies in Kunning Palace, I will tear it down and rebuild it for you! It's just a dead person, so why worry..."

Zhu Youjian said a few words, then thought of the empty treasury, and changed his words again.

"But since Grandpa Taizu, how many queens have died in Kunning Palace, it's okay! At worst, I will find some Taoist priests for you to perform rituals..."

But that's not what Zhou Yingying is worried about.

She also knew about the poisonous oath her husband had sworn before the late emperor's spirit, and she was even more worried about whether the oath would come true.

"But Your Majesty...if you give Queen Zhang death..."

Zhu Youjian was completely impatient.

"Hmph! You are so worried about that! Since ancient times, things have depended on people. I have worked diligently and worked hard to restore the Ming Dynasty and revive it."

"I don't know how many ancestors are below to protect me! Are you afraid that the oath will come true?"

"I tell you the truth, I not only want to kill Zhang Yan, I also want to kill Ke Yinyue, Wei Zhongxian, and even the Guanshan Taibao Feng Lixin, and even the entire Eunuch Party, Dongchang, Jinyiwei, and everyone related to this matter. All people...will be killed without mercy..."

Zhou Yingying was shaken all over after hearing this. She really didn't know how many lives would be lost after this killing.

Zhu Youjian didn't care anymore.

Because he had been holding the vigil for seven days, the flesh and blood had disappeared. Now he saw his beautiful and charming wife, and he was wearing a dragon robe, which was almost full of BUFF.

The sun was shining brightly, and the little emperor was breathing rapidly. Taking advantage of his wife's unpreparedness, he put a hand through the collar.

"Zi Tong, come on, let me relax for a while while there is no one here..."

Zhou was shocked. She never expected that the emperor would favor her here. She was so frightened that she wanted to hide but couldn't.

"His Majesty……"

"Shut up! I asked you to put your hair up, put your hair up..."

"Um..."

For a moment, soft words of eroticism echoed in the back garden.

And the trio who kept peeking.

Shen Lian, Wei Ting, and Pei Lun had fallen from the wall and were sitting on the dirt outside, looking at each other.

The three of them turned pale and could not say a word.