The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

In his desperation, he even spoke the truth, "again"...

In the army formation under the city, they remained motionless, watching Zhu Zaihou's performance quietly.

Zhu Zaihou was furious: "You bunch of rebels! Don't you recognize me? I'm already the Ninth Five-Year Lord, enthroned as emperor..."

"Who gave you the courage to be the emperor?"

A slow voice sounded from the army formation.

The lineup split like a tide.

A gigantic royal holy car, with 16 people in a sedan chair, slowly walked through the crowd and came to the city.

On the city wall, Wan's face was bewildered.

Dongfang Bu secretly called it not good.

In the prince's camp, he was the only one who knew that Jiajing was still alive.

He originally wanted to tell Zhu Zaihou earlier so that he could make preparations earlier, such as deceiving his courtiers that Jiajing was a fake emperor, and then creating some black material to attack Jiajing's identity, and let Jiajing prove that "I am''I" and "I am" I", in this way, maybe there is still salvation.

It's a pity that Zhu Zaihou was too busy last night, busy with the game of little bees in the flowers, he, the Duke of Xichang, who was riding the savior alone, couldn't see him!

This is more embarrassing.

So, under the attention of all the people, and with Zhu Zaihou's bewildered expression, Emperor Jiajing's holy car slowly lifted the curtain, and a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling appeared in front of everyone, with a pair of cold dragon eyes staring at him. Zhu Zaihou on the city wall!

Emperor Jiajing!

Zhu Houcong!

Safe and sound, back to Beijing!

Right under the city, right among the hosts!

Zhu Zaihou, the snot bubbles burst from fright...

Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng, Zhang Rong, Xu Pengju, etc. on the top of the wall are all cold...

Now, the sky is falling.

They all thought that Emperor Jiajing had made a "Daxing", and Gao Gong had even decided on the temple name and posthumous title of Emperor Daxing. !

According to Long Qing's instructions, Gao Gong should submit this posthumous title on this day, and prepare to use it as a clothes tomb in the Yongling Mausoleum where the emperor lives.

(Zhu Zaihou and Gao Gong thought that Jiajing was in Taishan, and there was no corpse left for the bombing. Of course, there was no way to collect his body, transport it back to Beijing, and send it to Yongling for burial, so they could only make a clothes tomb.)

Unexpectedly, Gao Gong was here and met Emperor Jiajing again!

Gao Shoufu was so frightened that his hands trembled, and he even dropped the posthumous title, and fell directly to the city wall, and then the strong wind blew, and it blew in front of the general in the front row.

The general picked it up and looked at it, his hands trembling with fright, and hurriedly sent it to Jiajing.

"Possession?"

Holding the memorial, Jiajing was so angry that his lungs exploded...

"That's unreasonable! You bastard! You son of a bitch!"

I'm still prosperous, you group of rebellious officials, even gave me a posthumous title?

"Eh, that's not right... Qin Tian obeyed the order of the heroic holy god Xuanwen Guangwu Hongren Da Xiaosu Emperor..."

Jiajing thought about it and looked at the posthumous name.

"This posthumous title is not bad..."

Jiajing handed over the posthumous title to Huang Jin, and said lightly: "It's over! Let someone engrave it for me in Yongling in advance! Save my descendants, give me a posthumous title indiscriminately!"

Many courtiers have MMP in their hearts, and they don't know whether to speak or not.

Other emperors are taboo about this, you are a good old man, you have to draw up a posthumous name before you die, so you don't get bad words, right?

What are you guilty of?

Jiajing looked up at his son, Zhu Zaihou with a petrified face, smiled and said: "What's wrong? Haven't you bothered enough? My father is back, won't you open the door for me?"

Zhu Zaihou's body trembled.

Others don't know his father, so doesn't the prince know him?Underneath the city is his real father, Zhu Houcong!

In Zhu Zaihou's heart, ten thousand muddy horses galloped past.This old man, why is he like a ghost, why doesn't he die?

Zhu Houcong said leisurely: "Oh, Zhang Tianshi always told me in the past that the two dragons will not meet each other. Otherwise, the first dragon will be hurt. Although I believed it, I was still half-believed, so I always gave you a chance. Unexpectedly, once our father and son separated , in this situation, the two dragons really met! Hehe, you are a fake dragon, and I am a real dragon. When these two dragons meet, one of them will definitely be hurt."

(of the king)

Everyone: "..."

Zhu Zaihou: "..."

As expected of the old superstition Jiajing, at this juncture, they are still promoting feudal superstition.

Zhu Zaihou was furious: "You are talking nonsense! You are clearly just a fake emperor who looks like your father! I will kill your head myself! I am the real Dragon Emperor!"

"Bastard, I am the real dragon emperor!"

Above the city wall, under the city wall, the two emperors were scolding each other.