Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1411 Killing Thieves

   Zhang Ran's face was pale.

   looked up at Zhu Houzhao who was aloof.

  His Royal Highness... alone.

  But...he acts as if no one else is there, and remains calm.

  That pair of eyes are as sharp as a cone.

  The eyes glanced over Zhang Ran, giving Zhang Ran a sense of horror.

  Zhang Ran's Adam's apple was rolling, obviously this guy in front of him was only one person, but he felt as if thousands of troops were right in front of him.

  The body of his own soldier was still lying in a pool of blood, and there was no more sound.

  Zhang Ran's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground with a slap.

  All ambitions, all desires, at this moment, all become a joke.

  His face was miserable, and he said in a short-term manner: "I... I have been wronged, I dare not rebel!"

   "My minister is wronged..." He broke his heart and knelt under Zhu Houzhao's horse, sobbing uncontrollably.

  The excitement on Zhu Houzhao's face gradually disappeared, and a pair of sharp eyes stared deeply at Zhang Ran.

   "Dog, you are so spineless!" Zhu Houzhao scolded: "You have no evil intentions, why are you trembling and crying bitterly?"

"Yes!" Zhang Ran hurriedly said: "I have no backbone, I am not a thing, I am nothing, Your Royal Highness, I have received the grace of the Crown Prince, and I admire His Highness even more, I... I can see His Royal Highness today. I'm so excited...so excited...my minister..."

  At this moment, Zhu Houzhao's expression became resentful.

  He wanted to throw a knife at him and make him look like a man.

But…

  In the whole world, there is no one who is a man.

  He smiled coldly, and didn't even bother to pull out the knife.

   Behind, a group of students galloped over.

   They looked puzzled.

   To fight or not to fight.

   It can be seen that the officers and soldiers of the Shenji Battalion are all unarmed, all bow their heads, and look trembling, which makes the hearts of the students sink.

  Bai got excited?

  Zhu Houzhao was disheartened, and pulled his horse: "Come here, Ming Zheng's punishment!"

   As he spoke, he rode away.

   Zhang Ran has realized something.

  He was about to open his mouth, wanting to argue.

  But several students, under an order, shot like lightning, and the long knife in their hands quickly chopped off.

   This is not a scholar, he is clearly an executioner, he is familiar with the road, and he is very professional.

   Zhang Ran was bleeding profusely all over his body. He covered his wound, and a student from the medical academy jumped off the horse and pulled out the dagger from his waist.

  The sharpness of the dagger did not wait for Zhang Ran's eyes to catch it, but it sank directly into his heart like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole.

  Being impartial, after all, he is a medical student and has a deep understanding of the structure of the human body. He can find out the position of the ventricle with his eyes closed.

"Uh…"

   Zhu Houzhao let out a miserable cry when he heard behind him.

  Zhang Ran clutched the handle of the dagger on his heart, shaking his body.

  The severe pain made him suffocate, and then he felt that life was passing by quickly.

  He wanted to yell, but he had no energy left. For him at this moment, cursing angrily seemed meaningless.

  This may be... the most ridiculous rebellion in history. It just started, but it ended in such a ridiculous way.

   And myself... that's exactly the joke.

  If I knew this, I should be braver.

   Zhang Ran fell down unwillingly.

  His body twitched for the last time, and then became stiff.

  Going up and down the Shenji Camp, they felt suffocation.

  They dare not look at Zhang Ran.

   But looking at the crown prince riding a horse.

   "Go and ask, is there anyone who wants to rebel?"

   "Your Highness." A student said with a bitter face, "The student thinks, maybe not."

   "How do you know if you don't ask?" Zhu Houzhao roared unwillingly, glanced at him, and retorted dissatisfiedly: "Maybe there are, the world is so big, there will always be a few heroes."

  The student lowered his head, tears were about to come out: "Your Highness, the student is not saying something depressing, but just feels... really not."

  Zhu Houzhao raised his head and looked at the sky. At this moment, his eyes were full of loneliness, he pursed his lips lightly, and spit out the words through his teeth.

   "Why don't you give it a try with a reward of ten thousand gold. With a heavy reward, there must be a brave man."

  The students were moved.

   I seem to be saying in my heart, Your Highness, this is what you said, don't regret it.

  Dozens of students behind him were also eager to try, and pressed the handle of the knife at their waists. This idea is good.

   Their big swords are already hungry and thirsty.

  Zhu Houzhao was suddenly happy, and grinned at the student who wanted to consult with the officers and soldiers of Shenji Battalion: "You think I'm stupid, I'm just joking."

  The students suddenly showed disappointment.

  Zhu Houzhao cheered up: "Take the head of Zhang Rangou, and leave. Leave the rest to the factory guards and withdraw the troops."

  The horse quickly arrived at the cavalry team of Xishan Academy. Immediately, the cavalry team booed.

  Say it earlier, it’s too late to rejoice.

   Thought he could behead a few people.

   Bad luck, no use for heroes.

  Everyone returned disgruntled, unwilling.

  The entire Shenji Camp was already petrified.

   They were silent one by one, and sent away a group of 'Kings of Hades'. For a long time, they couldn't recover.

  …

   Fengtian Temple.

  Emperor Hongzhi leaned comfortably on his imperial chair.

  He said to Zhu Zhiyu, wait a minute, and you will find out.

   But this wait was more than an hour.

  Emperor Hongzhi was not in a hurry, and drank a cup of tea slowly, with a relaxed and comfortable expression.

  But Zhu Zhiyu was kneeling on the ground. For him, this was a torment in his heart.

   What does His Majesty want to wait for?

  By the way, there is also Zhang Ran...how is Zhang Ran?

   Has he already accomplished something?

  If things come to fruition, Xishan Academy will be wiped out. Of course... His Majesty has recovered physically, but... there may not be a glimmer of hope.

   Beheading those damned scholars has created a fait accompli.

   At least let His Majesty see how powerful the clans are.

  Is he not afraid, not afraid?

  Fang Jifan's power comes from the academy, without the academy, His Majesty will save Fang Jifan for the sake of the entire clan.

or…

  Thoughts came one after another.

  People are like this, they will never die, they will always deceive themselves, and put a lot of hope on those illusory possibilities.

  In the hall... there was no sound.

  No one dared to speak. Occasionally, Emperor Hongzhi coughed slightly, but it was enough to make everyone fearful.

at this time…

   Outside the hall, there were footsteps.

  The footsteps are heavy.

   Step by step.

   Then... the footsteps stop.

  A person... stood at the entrance of the hall, and the visitor said loudly: "My son... I have seen my father."

  Hearing this voice, Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyes and saw his son.

  Zhu Houzhao has slowly entered the palace.

   Then, he threw a human head on the ground: "Father...the commander of the Shenji Battalion falsely preached the imperial decree and attempted to rebel, and my son beheaded him..."

  Everyone looked at Zhu Houzhao.

  Zhu Houzhao still looks energetic, with no signs of fighting anyone in his body.

  But the head he dropped on the ground was dripping with blood.

   So much so that the whole hall was filled with **** smell.

  The head rolled countless times, but it rolled to the knees of the kneeling Zhu Zhiyu.

Zhu Zhiyu lowered his head subconsciously, and then, he saw this familiar head, the blood splashed on his body, Zhu Zhiyu's scalp became numb and his face turned pale, he couldn't control his emotions and let out a cry of surprise :"ah…"

  …

  Ask for a few monthly tickets.

  (end of this chapter)