The Holy Emperor of Ming

Chapter 318 Long Live Your Majesty (4600 words)
The two men withdrew their gaze from the boiling crowd of hundreds of thousands of people and looked towards Zhu Houzhao as if they had realized something.

They were all surprised and happy.

Your Majesty is going to become stronger!

What no one noticed was that in an inconspicuous place in the distance, an old man wearing a bamboo hat and a black robe raised his eyebrows.

There was a look of incomprehensible surprise in his eyes.

After thinking for a while, he stepped back silently and no one noticed his presence here.

It was not until they were out of the capital that the old man turned around and looked in the direction of the imperial palace, frowning slightly.

Don't get too close anymore.

Could it be that Zhu Houzhao is really the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor?
He was able to acquire such strength in such a short period of time, surpassing all the people since the Spring and Autumn Period.

Given his dragon-like foundation, even I would be unable to do anything to him.

Unfortunately, the stronger he becomes, the greater disaster he will bring to the world.

Unless he can break through the limits of the world.

It's impossible. For thousands of years, no matter how talented a person is, it would be impossible for him to break through the limits of the world.

Even in the ancient times, when the power of heaven and earth was even more intense, several Holy Emperors and those born gods were unable to break through.

After all, it is impossible for a real dragon to grow in shallow water.

There was no way Zhu Houzhao could break through.

Just keep watching and see how far he can go.
Listening to the boiling sound there, the old man disappeared without a trace.

On the Chengtian Gate, Zhu Houzhao's aura became even more domineering, powerful, and heroic, like a giant supporting the sky and the earth.

Hundreds of thousands of people have quieted down, but their blood is still boiling, turning into rolling heat waves that rise up and dispel the coldness of the capital.

"The prisoner submission ceremony will now officially begin."

Zhu Houzhao spoke loudly and waved his hand: "Take the prisoners to the middle."

Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry followed the order and more than 5,000 people from the 13 wings of the Mongols were divided into four distinct waves and escorted to the center of the square.

There were only two people in the front wave, and both of them looked extremely ugly.

The second wave of four people.

The third wave consisted of more than 300 people.

The fourth wave consisted of about 5,000 people.

"Let them kneel down facing the people of the Ming Dynasty," Zhu Houzhao said again.

Suddenly, many of the more than 5,000 people had ferocious expressions on their faces, especially the two leaders, whose eyes were wide open and extremely angry.

"Kneel down."

The dragon rider didn't care about them at all. He hit the men's knees with his spear and scolded them.

Most of the people knelt down obediently, but a few stubbornly refused to kneel and stared at the dragon rider fiercely.

The dragon rider sneered, swung his spear hard while it whistled.

"boom!!!"

Those who were still standing were immediately forced to their knees, even though they were roaring ferociously and unwillingly.

Only the two people in the front were still standing straight.

"Zhu Houzhao, I am the Grand Master, how can you humiliate me like this?"

One of the two men shouted angrily.

"Grandmaster? I don't care what Grandmaster you are. If you offend the Ming Dynasty, even the gods must kneel here before me.

When I capture Temujin and his men, they will all kneel here and apologize to the people of the Ming Dynasty." Zhu Houzhao said domineeringly.

"Okay~~!"

"Your Majesty is right!"

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Among the hundreds of thousands of people, there was a warm cheer, pride, and enthusiasm.

Xiong Kuohai and Wu Tianxi immediately rode their horses forward and took action themselves, hitting the two great masters hard on their knees with their spears and sticks.

The two grand masters whose powers were sealed could not bear it and knelt down. They tried to struggle to stand up, but they were pressed down by the weapons of the two men and could not stand up.

He could only glare at the two men with anger and murderous intent, but he was powerless to rage.

Most of the officials and royal family members around also felt a sense of pride and deep awe.

Proudly, this is the Ming Dynasty today.

What about the Grand Master?

You have to kneel here too.

Of course, they knew in their hearts that a grandmaster should not be insulted.

The same is true even if they are from an enemy country.

If you make a grandmaster kneel down, what will the other grandmasters think?

Only Your Majesty can make two great masters kneel down in public, and even make the gods kneel down.

They understand the meaning of this, so how can they not be in awe?

Equally awed and even more frightened were those great grandmasters who came to watch, taking advantage of this achievement.

For example, Shangguan Jinhong, Guan Yutian, Chi Zunxin, Binghuang and so on.

Looking at the two kneeling grand masters, I couldn't help but think of myself.

If they had to kneel down in front of hundreds of thousands of people like they do now, it would probably be more painful than death.

For the first time, they were glad that they were still useful and were people of the Ming Dynasty.

"Did you see this? These are the people captured by our Ming Dynasty in this battle.

In this battle, our Ming Dynasty killed more than 100,000 people from the thirteen wings of the Mongols and captured more than 5,000 people.

Those two are the great masters of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty. Their names, well, are not important." Zhu Houzhao had somewhat forgotten the names of these two people, but it didn't matter.

The two grand masters struggled again. They didn’t even have names, so it wasn’t important.

The two had never been bullied like this before.

"Those four are the innate generals among the Thirteen Wings.

Those more than 300 people were from the Qiexue Army.

The rest are from the other thirteen wings." Zhu Houzhao continued to introduce them with great interest, and finally asked loudly: "These people have offended our Ming Dynasty. What do you think should be done with them?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Hundreds of thousands of people shouted in unison.

When everyone is united, mountains and seas can be moved.

Even after experiencing it several times, many officials, royal family members, and martial arts masters were still shocked by this momentum that seemed to be able to move mountains and fill the sea.

The more than 5,000 captives who knelt down all had pale faces and showed fear.

They may not be afraid of dying on the battlefield, but such scenes make them deeply feel their own insignificance and completely crush their will.

Even the two great masters were in turmoil.

"You're right, he deserves to be killed." Zhu Houzhao smiled with satisfaction.

“However, we can’t just kill them like this. Killing them like this would be too easy for them.

In our Ming Dynasty, there are still so many roads that have not been repaired, so many dams that have not been built, and so many mines that have not been dug.

These people should use their future time to contribute to the prosperity of our Ming Dynasty.

Do you think so? "

"Yes!!"

Hundreds of thousands of people responded without hesitation.

The two great masters of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty and more than 5,000 people suddenly felt afraid.

Does this mean that I will have to work for the Ming Kingdom until I die?

Thinking of that situation made them feel terrified.

"Take them away." Zhu Houzhao waved his hand, and the dragon riders took these people aside.

Zhu Houzhao's expression became serious. He swept his eyes over everyone and shouted in a serious tone: "The surrender of prisoners is over. Now, there is something more important."

This sound seemed to have infinite magic, calming down the passions of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Bring up the ashes of our Dragon Riders and Jinyiwei brothers." Zhu Houzhao said solemnly.

Many people understood and looked at him with admiration and respect, saying that he was worthy of being His Majesty.

It is by no means just relying on one's own military force.

Five hundred and eight Wudi Dragon Riders, with heavy expressions, rode on horses, each holding an urn, and came to the center of the square.

There were also 156 Jinyiwei who also walked to the center holding an urn. These people had been following Emperor Wu’s dragon cavalry back to the capital.

Everyone knew what it was, and their faces became heavy.

"In this battle, 508 Dragon Riders of the Emperor Wu died, and 156 Jinyi Guards died.

These 664 people are all great and are heroes of our Ming Dynasty.

Their names should be known by all the people of the Ming Dynasty and should be remembered forever by our Ming Dynasty.

Afterwards, their ashes will be placed in the Temple of Meritorious Officials and worshipped by the Ming Dynasty from generation to generation.

Now, let me tell you their identities and names. You can remember as much as you can.

Mingfang in the capital, Li Kuang, the Dragon Rider. Taiyuan in Shanxi, Dong Hua, the Imperial Guard.

Wu Ming, the Dragon Rider, arrived in Kaifeng, Henan.

Beijing..."

In the silent world, only Zhu Houzhao's voice echoed.

One name after another, as well as their identities, came out of his mouth without hesitation.

It seemed as if the names of these people were already engraved in his memory. He didn't need to recall or think about them, he could just name them.

Ten, fifty, one hundred, two hundred...
The capital city was extremely quiet, so quiet that it seemed a little scary.

Because in this silence, it seems that there is a force brewing that is going to change the world.

This power exists among Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry, among the Embroidered Uniform Guards, and among hundreds of thousands of ordinary people.

It even exists among officials, nobles, and royal families.

As one name after another is added, the power continues to grow and grow.

Liu Jian, Xie Qian, Zhu Wusi and others looked at Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry and the Embroidered Uniform Guards.

The Dragon Riders and the Embroidered Uniform Guards were almost all tense, their eyes were red, and they tried hard to hold back something, but they couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Looking at the common people, officials, and royal family members, many of them also had red eyes and were crying.

Tears are not just sadness, but also a kind of excitement, a kind of fanaticism that cannot be controlled and seems to burn everything.

Finally, they looked up at the figure on the city wall who was reading out names one by one very seriously.

An extremely majestic figure.

'Your Majesty, do you know what you are doing?'

'Perhaps His Majesty really doesn't know, he is just doing what he thinks is right.'

They controlled their own fluctuating emotions and felt extremely confident, proud and confident.

Zhang Sanfeng, Zheng Gong, Mi Wentian, Zhang Daoyun, Hengdao Toudao and other powerful people also truly felt the boiling of their blood.

Out of their own control.

More or less, perhaps without them even noticing, a hint of reverence emerged in their eyes.

On the Chengtian Gate Tower, most of the women's eyes were red with tears. Amidst their various ups and downs in thoughts, they all had the same feeling.

Your Majesty, I am sad!

Time passed little by little, and more than half an hour had passed, but no one felt bored and left.

Finally, Zhu Houzhao stopped talking. Six hundred and sixty-four names and identities were all spoken out without missing a single one.

After a slight pause, he continued: "These people are the heroes of my Ming Dynasty.

But it's not just them, there are many more Ming heroes fighting for the Ming Dynasty.

They have various identities, including soldiers, officials, Jinyiwei, eunuchs, palace maids, craftsmen, doctors and so on.

Anyone who dedicates himself to the Ming Dynasty is a hero of the Ming Dynasty."

"The Ming Dynasty will never let down any hero and make them shed blood and tears.

I also want to say something to all the heroes of the Ming Dynasty, as well as their parents, wives, and children: if you have any difficulties or are bullied by anyone, don't be afraid.

You are the only one who is right, and I will definitely make the decision for you.

No one can bully the hero of the Ming Dynasty, no matter who he is.

Even if he is the king of heaven, I will cut him into pieces."

The thunderous sound revealed an immense ferocity, but not many people here were afraid.

There is only peace of mind, pride and enthusiasm.

That force also silently increased to a limit.

"Okay, the prisoner presentation ceremony is officially over, everyone go home.

Don't crowd, walk slowly, and be careful and safe." Zhu Houzhao calmed down his excitement and waved his hand.

As the voice fell, the silence at the scene was broken by the sound of hundreds of thousands of people breathing heavily and excitedly.

"Long live your Majesty!"

Suddenly, such a loud voice sounded from somewhere.

In an instant, it seemed as if the sleeping world had awakened.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

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The sound that seemed to burn everything came one after another, tearing through the sky and shaking the capital.

Emperor Wu's Dragon Cavalry, Embroidered Uniform Guards, officials, and hundreds of thousands of civilians, except for a very small number of people.

One by one, they raised their hands high and shouted enthusiastically from the bottom of their hearts.

Those blazing gazes seemed to be able to melt the hardest steel in the world.

At this moment, nothing can stand in their way.

Except their majesties.

Zhu Houzhao was stunned for a moment, feeling a little surprised and confused.

But he immediately stopped thinking about it because he felt the most sincere expectations.

Suddenly, the clear eyes curved up and revealed a happy smile.

He listened to more than a dozen cheers with great enjoyment, then waved his hand and said, "I heard it, I will definitely live forever.

Okay, everyone go home, spread out carefully, don't crowd."

But this time, no one listened to Zhu Houzhao. The four words "Long live the emperor" kept echoing in the sky.

"Your Majesty, you should leave first, otherwise the people may not leave." Liu Jin said in a voice message.

Zhu Houzhao felt that this made sense, and waved his hand again, saying, "Everyone, go home. I am going home too. There are still many things waiting for me to deal with. Let's go."

After saying this, he waved his hand for the last time, turned around and disappeared in front of hundreds of thousands of people.

The four words did not stop, and after a long time, they gradually faded away.

But all kinds of excitement and enthusiasm are far from over.

Emperor Wu’s dragon rider.

"In this life and after death, I will definitely be called out outside Chengtian Gate." Yang Zaixing said firmly with red eyes.

"Yes." Yue Fei, Gao Chong, Xiong Kuohai, and every dragon rider nodded.

Among officials.

Liu Jian took a deep breath and said firmly, "Your Majesty is back. The reform should be deepened and there should be no mercy."

Senior officials from the cabinet, six ministries and other departments all nodded.

In the royal family.

"You have heard what your majesty said. Go back and think about it carefully. If you cannot contribute to the Ming Dynasty, how can you be considered a member of the royal family of the Ming Dynasty?" Zhu Wusi turned his head and glanced at the royal family members, and said in a deep voice.

Some people agreed with it, some were deeply touched, some disagreed, and some hesitated and remained silent.

But no one dared to show any reluctance.

They were really scared, afraid that the force just now would tear them to pieces.

Those who are afraid are not just them, but also officials, nobles, and so on.

Among the hundreds of thousands of people who dispersed.

"Students, we must study hard, dedicate ourselves to the Ming Dynasty, and become heroes of the Ming Dynasty."

"Today I know that if I am not called out by name at Chengtian Gate after my death, then my life in this world will be in vain. I want to join the army. Damn it, if your majesty had mentioned my name just now, I would have brought honor to my family and even have a separate page in the family tree."

"Yes, the martial arts world today feels really meaningless. A good man should serve his country.

The heroes of the country are the real heroes.”

"Son, you must study hard and serve the Ming Dynasty in the future. Be a hero, understand?"

"Your Majesty, you really have those who sacrificed for the country firmly in your heart. Apart from Your Majesty, who else would be so kind to us?"

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The turbulent words and the burning hearts spread in all directions as the crowd began to disperse.

At this time, still on the Chengtian Gate Tower, but out of sight of the people below, Zhu Houzhao was smiling happily.

He has been standing here since just now, listening happily and never getting tired of it.

Not until most of the crowd had dispersed did he turn around and look at the women who had been quietly looking at their husbands.

"Let's go home." Zhu Houzhao said happily.

"Yes." The girls responded with amusement and tenderness.

Leading the ladies towards the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Houzhao could not help himself while they were still on the way.

"How is it? Am I majestic?"

"Am I powerful? Now I must be invincible in the world. No one can be my opponent."

"Do you miss me at home? I miss you all the time."

"Do you guys get along well at home? Do you ever have any arguments?"

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