Da Ming: I told you to die for your cause, why are you actually going to die?

Chapter 67 Come on, Old Zhu, let's go crazy together! [Seeking monthly votes]

The deaths of the two palace maids had not yet caused any disturbance.

Old Zhu vomited blood and fainted again, leaving everyone present stunned.

The entire Fengtian Hall Square instantly fell into an eerie silence, frozen in a state of extreme shock.

But beneath this silence lie countless hearts battered by raging waves.

"He's a good guy."

Zhu Yunwen hid in the shadows of the palace gate, looking at the figure that stood tall like a war god, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

In particular, Zhang Biao's furious denunciation of the nobles and his contempt for imperial power shattered the ice wall in his heart that he considered the child a "useless bastard" and a "mother-killer."

He clutched the cold, muddy oil paper package containing the cold pig's trotters tightly in his arms, his knuckles turning white, his whole body trembling violently with excitement.

"Yun Tong."

Seemingly noticing her younger brother's unusual behavior, Zhu Mingyue stepped forward and grasped Zhu Yunwen's arm, as if to give him a bit of strength to calm him down.

In fact, not only was Zhu Yunwen's current emotion indescribable, but she herself was also shocked and bewildered by Zhang Biao, who was like a demon god.

She felt as if the whole world was collapsing and spinning.

Those deeply ingrained notions of 'ruler-subject relationship' were shaken to the brink of collapse by this outrageous scene before them.

She instinctively gripped Zhu Yunwen's arm tightly, as if it were the only piece of driftwood, and said in a voice trembling with sobs and fear, "Grandfather, and that Imperial Censor Zhang, they've both gone mad."

"Hmph! I guess I misjudged him! No! I wasn't wrong! He really is a madman!"

Zhu Mingyu, standing to the side, put her hands on her hips and snorted, but her gaze never left the figure.

The barefoot man standing in the center of the square.

He's absolutely stunning!

Although she would never admit it.

But Zhang Biao pointed at that group of nobles who were usually high and mighty and cursed them mercilessly. Even his ruthless grandfather was so angry that he vomited blood. How shocking!

An unprecedented surge of heat, filled with a strong destructive urge and inexplicable excitement, churned within her.

In particular, Zhang Biao's insult to Lao Zhu, "If you shouldn't die, then who should?", made her feel like her blood was boiling.

She bit her red lips tightly, staring intently at Zhang Biao. As for Zhang Biao saying that her legs were white and long, she had long forgotten about it.

In stark contrast to the feelings of Zhu Yunwen and her brother, Huang Zicheng, who was about a hundred meters away from them, was in a completely different state of mind.

This tutor to the Crown Prince, a Hanlin scholar, and the future 'Imperial Tutor', was now ashen-faced, his legs feeling like lead, unable to move an inch.

He looked at Zhang Biao and felt a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, making his whole body tremble like a leaf falling in the autumn wind.

"A madman, a lunatic, utterly wicked, and deserving of the wrath of both gods and

His lips trembled as he repeated the words over and over, his eyes unfocused, filled with extreme fear and bewilderment at the collapse of his values.

Every word Zhang Biao uttered was like a heavy hammer blow to the principles of loyalty between ruler and subject, propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame that he had upheld throughout his life.

In particular, the phrase "Please let the Ming Dynasty die" echoed in his mind like a curse, almost causing him to lose control of his bladder on the spot.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the Eastern Palace, with only one thought in his mind.

It's over! Prince Yunwen's position as heir apparent is probably doomed!

Zhang Biao is a demon even more terrifying than Chen Youliang!

He must be eliminated! He must be reduced to ashes!

the other side.

The three Zhu brothers, Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaochi, who rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, also witnessed this historic moment.

For a subject to berate the emperor three times in a single day is probably an unprecedented event.

But then Zhu Gaochi lowered his voice and quickly gave an order to the guards beside him:
"Quickly! Send this urgent message! Report this matter to my father without missing a single word! Be quick!"

The Prince of Yan, known for his composure and wisdom, now had none of his usual calm on his chubby face. His narrow eyes were wide open, filled with extreme shock and a hint of indescribable unease.

He watched as Zhang Biao, with his tongue alone, unleashed a raging inferno, tearing the fig leaf from the very top of the Ming Dynasty court to shreds.

The impact of that scene far exceeded that of a battle involving thousands of troops.

He clenched his fists instinctively, his palms sweating profusely.

Zhang Biao's final declaration, "Please let the Ming Dynasty die," struck him like a thunderous bell.

He had a premonition that the situation in Yingtian Prefecture was about to change.

And that censor named Zhang Biao will undoubtedly be at the heart of this storm!
Meanwhile, Zhu Gaoxu, standing nearby, was staring intently at Zhang Biao, having completely forgotten his previous disdain for Zhang Biao.

This hot-tempered and fierce general rarely admired anyone except his father, Zhu Di.

Now, Zhang Biao's words, "This knife of mine is for killing jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards," instantly ignited the flame of power and dominance within him.

He slapped his thigh hard and couldn't help but growl in a low voice:
"Good! Well said! That's fucking satisfying! You're a real man! A million times better than those pedantic intellectuals!"

His gaze toward Zhang Biao was filled with undisguised admiration and fervor, even a hint of worship.
If his older brother hadn't been holding him back, he would have loved to rush out and cheer for Zhang Biao!

As for Zhu Gaosui?
This "little fanboy" and "delivery guy" of Zhang Biao was so excited that he was trembling all over and had tears in his eyes.

He was still tightly clutching the pig's head meat that Zhang Biao had praised, as if it were a sacred object.

"Brother Biao. Brother Biao"

He muttered to himself, looking at the figure in the center of the square who seemed like a god descending to earth, listening to the earth-shattering curses and declarations, he felt his blood boil and his scalp tingle.

No nobles or ministers, they're all just chickens and dogs in front of Brother Biao.

He had previously described Zhang Biao as Wei Zheng, the father of Zhu Di, but now he felt this was an insult to Zhang Biao.

Would Wei Zheng dare to criticize Li Shimin like that? Would he dare to shout, "Please, Great Tang, go to your death!"?
Would he dare make the entire court of nobles and the emperor vomit blood and faint?!

That's Biao Ge for you! One of a kind!

He desperately wanted to rush out right now and tell everyone, "That's my brother! I delivered takeout to him while he was in prison!!"

As the focus of everyone's attention, Zhang Biao stood motionless the moment Lao Zhu fell, his expression as calm as a mirror-like lake.

Perhaps in many people's eyes, he was an invincible person, having lost both his parents, living in poverty, and having no relatives or friends.

But he didn't think so.

Because in the long river of history.

One person's invincibility is nothing more than the courage to withstand ten thousand men.

Only the invincibility of a group can create a massive wave.

Just like today's series of events, without Shen Lang and the others, Zhang Biao would never have been able to break Old Zhu's trap, let alone turn the tables in the end.

What he wants to do is bound to clash with the way the world is as it is.

One person's strength is ultimately limited.

so.
"Come on, Lao Zhu, let's go crazy together."

He muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear, "If this world is unjust, then let me break it."

Even in death, one should maintain a clear mind.

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