Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 312 Jiajing: Daoye has become

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I surrender, I surrender, I will never practice immortal cultivation again."

After a while, Lao Zhu threw away the jade ruyi in his hand.

"No, I think he's still not convinced, keep fighting."

Zhu Houzhao, who was holding down Zhu Houcong together with Zhu Youxiao, encouraged Zhu Houcong to continue with an excited look on his face.

"oops!"

Zhu Zhanji, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it anymore and kicked the guy on his raised butt.

"stand up."

Zhu Zhanji kicked Zhu Houcong again to remind him not to pretend to be dead.

Zhu Houcong, with a bruised face and nose, crawled up from the ground, wiped the blood from his nose, and his eyes rolled around. It was unknown what bad idea he was thinking.

Everyone present was a shrewd man. Seeing this guy saying he was convinced but his eyes were rolling around, they knew he must be planning something bad.

"Just do it now, so that this guy won't cause any more trouble."

The old man shook his head and urged Zhu Zhanjun to take action.

Zhu Zhanjun took out five pendants, and one golden one flew towards Zhu Houcong.

Zhu Houcong did not dodge, but instead looked excited.

After his body burst into golden light, he excitedly waved his fist and laughed out loud again.

"Hahahaha, I have succeeded, I have succeeded."

"Fuck you, whose uncle are you?"

Seeing this guy looking smug, Zhu Houzhao kicked him again.

Zhu Youxiao, who was standing by, scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Isn't his uncle your father?"

Zhu Houzhao:? ? ?

With the blessing of the pendant, Zhu Houcong officially confirmed that the people in front of him were really his ancestors.

He immediately prostrated himself on the ground and shouted, "I, the descendant of this generation, Zhu Houcong, pay my respects to all the ancestors."

Old Zhu was so angry when he saw this guy that he didn't bother to pay attention to him. The old man didn't look happy either.

Zhu Zhanji didn't want to look at this guy even more. Zhu Zhanjun was thinking in his heart, if the other party didn't have a dark gold pendant, who would the three dark gold pendants belong to?
Seeing that no one was paying attention to this guy, Fatty Zhu could only stand up and say, "This time we came here, in addition to looking for you, we also need to contract other people."

He turned around, took the list from Jia Xu, and handed it to Zhu Houcong: "If these people are in Beijing, you should summon them after dawn to see if there are any people we need among them."

Zhu Houcong nodded repeatedly, and after receiving the list, he looked at Zhu Pangpang with anticipation.

"Why are you looking at me? Go do your job."

Zhu Pangpang was a little confused by his look and asked in confusion.

Zhu Houcong also looked puzzled and asked, "Is there nothing else? For example, some immortal cultivation method, elixir, or something like that?"

Zhu Pangpang's heart skipped a beat, he clenched his fists and shook his head, "No, none of these."

After confirming that there really was nothing, Zhu Houcong said with some disappointment: "It turns out that there are also paupers among the immortal cultivators. I thought I could find something good. If I had known this, I would have..."

Zhu Pangpang finally couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the other person on the forehead.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? It's almost dawn, why don't you get down to business?"

After Zhu Houcong crawled away, Zhu Pangpang held his forehead and looked at Zhu Zhanjun helplessly and said, "Now I finally understand how exhausted you felt when you knew what happened next."

"Those who want to fight crickets fight crickets, those who want to be carpenters do carpentry, there are those who want to be generals, and there are those who want to practice Taoism and become immortals."

"Oh my God, what on earth did our Zhu family do to produce so many things?"

Zhu Youxiao, who was standing aside, lowered his head in embarrassment.

Zhu Houzhao didn't take it seriously. He had trained himself to be thick-skinned since childhood, and these little storms could not shake him at all.

The next morning, all the civil and military officials were urgently summoned to the palace.

The civil and military officials in the court were not surprised because they had received news that there was turmoil in the palace last night.

It was unclear what exactly happened, but their Majesty appeared before them with a bruised face.

Seeing Zhu Houcong with a bruised face and nose, all the civil and military officials in the court widened their eyes in shock, wondering who had the guts to beat the emperor in the palace.

Although various accidents occurred during His Majesty's southern tour, their execution ability was to either do nothing or kill the person directly, and there would definitely not be any bruised and battered people like this one.

An angry emperor is much more difficult to deal with than a dead emperor.

"Cough cough..."

Zhu Houcong, who appeared in the hall, did not sit on the throne immediately. Instead, he coughed dryly and ordered, "Move some chairs over."

When the civil and military officials heard this, they were a little surprised: "What kind of mind is this emperor having? He actually wants to move their seats."

Nowadays, being able to sit before the emperor is a remarkable achievement.

Many people are secretly wondering who has the honor of sitting in this position?

Is it Yan Song, who is in the limelight recently and has the potential to become the prime minister, or someone else?

Just as everyone was speculating, the eunuchs brought some chairs and placed them on both sides of the throne.

Immediately afterwards, while the civil and military officials were confused, Zhu Houcong came down from the throne and walked to the door in person as if to greet someone.

Soon, the sound of footsteps was heard, and Zhu Zhanjun and others strode into the hall while the officials were puzzled.

Old Zhu, who was walking in front, didn't care about the gazes of the civil and military officials at all. He walked straight up the stairs and sat on the throne.

This is the result of everyone's discussion.

Zhu Zhanjun's identity was too difficult to explain, and it did not have much of an impact on the civil and military officials.

Old Zhu is different.

The founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty and a massacre machine among officials, even an honest official would tremble at the mention of his existence.

So everyone decided that when they go to this future world, Lao Zhu will be the leader to intimidate all civil and military officials.

Zhu Zhanjun is the planner and decision maker, responsible for deciding the plan and making judgments. "How dare you! Who dares to ascend the throne?"

Before Zhu Yuanzhang even sat down, an imperial censor stood up angrily.

"Shut up, this is the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Taizu Gao."

Zhu Houangcong shouted directly, then turned around and shouted outside: "Someone, drag him out for me."

"No need."

Old Zhu waved his hand, very satisfied with the censor who dared to stand up and question him directly.

When the situation is unclear, anyone who dares to stand up is either a fool or a fearless person.

"Yes."

Zhu Houcong quickly agreed, with an apologetic smile on his face, and invited the old man, Zhu Zhanjun and others to take a seat one by one.

"Everyone, I summoned you here today not because I want to see you, but because Taizu, Taizong..."

"Isn't it Chengzu?"

The old man who had just sat down snorted in dissatisfaction.

Zhu Houcong lowered his head in embarrassment. He thought about it in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

"I'm sure you are all familiar with this person, my cousin, Emperor Zhengde Zhu Houzhao."

In fact, the entire civil and military hall had fallen silent long before Zhu Houzhao showed up.

It is only the 22nd year of Jiajing, and only more than 20 years away from the Zhengde year.

Although Yang Tinghe and others are dead, young officials from the Zhengde period are still alive.

There are still many officials in the court who have impressions of Zhu Houzhao.

Even though a lot of time had passed and the memory was a little fuzzy, after Zhu Houcong's reminder, everyone remembered it.

"It's bad. Something's going to happen."

After listening to the introduction, many civil and military officials felt a chill in their hearts.

Although they were curious about how these ancestors survived to the present day, the fact that they were recognized by Zhu Houcong meant that it was absolutely true.

If there is no fake...

Thinking of the brutal methods used by Old Zhu and the old man, many officials present began to tremble.

Especially Yan Song, who was full of energy and preparing to challenge the position of Prime Minister of the Cabinet, had already broken out in cold sweat on his forehead.

Emperor Jiajing needed him and chose to approve of what he did, but Emperor Taizu Gao and Emperor Taizong would not tolerate his bad habits.

For a moment, Yan Song felt like he was going to die.

After introducing the group, Zhu Houcong said to everyone, "This time when the ancestor comes back, there are two things to do."

All the civil and military officials were startled and waited anxiously.

Zhu Houcong looked around and called out to someone, "Yu Dayou."

Yu Dayou, who was standing at the end of Wuguan, was stunned for a moment and then quickly stood up.

He happened to be in Beijing on business during this period. He had almost finished his work today and was about to go back, but he was notified to attend court later.

Yu Dayou was a little confused at the time. How could a guard general like him be qualified to attend court?

Although he was confused, he still came over obediently and stood at the back of the officials, thinking that he would go back after the court session.

Unexpectedly, the emperor called his name at the beginning.

"Your servant Yu Dayou respectfully wishes the Emperor Taizu Gao good health."

After hearing this, Lao Zhu nodded with satisfaction.

Although this guy was a military general, he also had good vision. Coupled with the evaluation of him by later generations, Zhu Yuanzhang liked him more and more.

Everyone was also curious, why did these big guys look for a small garrison general?

Just when everyone was puzzled, Zhu Zhanjun stood up and said, "Yu Dayou, my Ming Dynasty is waging war elsewhere and is in urgent need of outstanding generals. Someone has recommended you. Are you willing to go with us to continue fighting for the Ming Dynasty?"

Yu Dayou's body trembled and he knelt on the ground with an excited look on his face.

"minister……"

As soon as he started to speak, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

When Zhu Houcong introduced these emperors just now, he was standing at the back. He was so surprised at that time that he forgot what the title of this strange emperor was.

"Emperor Shengzong."

In order to give his subordinates some strength and prevent them from being bullied in the future, Zhu Houcong whispered a reminder to prevent the subordinate from making a fool of himself and causing the ancestor to dislike him and give up on choosing him.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go through fire and water for the Ming Dynasty, even if it means my death."

"very good."

Zhu Zhanjun didn't care about those small details and took out the remaining four pendants.

Sure enough, one of the dark golden lights shone into Yu Dayou's body.

Such a divine scene made all the civil and military officials present stare with their eyes wide open, and many of them understood what was going on.

These ancestors came back to select people to become immortals.

In an instant, everyone looked at Yu Dayou with envy and jealousy.

"I am also willing to go through fire and water for the Ming Dynasty, even to the point of being torn to pieces. Please, Your Majesties, give me a chance to be loyal to you."

"Your Majesty, I am willing to..."

In an instant, the whole court was in turmoil, and the generals bravely stepped forward one by one, kneeling on the ground and praying loudly.

Even some civil servants, regardless of whether they could lead troops in battle or not, slid down and knelt in the middle, kowtowed and begged Zhu Zhanjun to give them a chance to perform.

(End of this chapter)