little emperor of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 147 Curse
"Father, please leave a will to make my son the crown prince!"

It turned out that this turbulent, life-and-death supreme being had such a weak day.

There is only one thing that is fairest in God, and that is time. Since when is he in his prime, he is waiting to die.

Looking at his father, who was panting non-stop on the huge pillow, and looking at his decayed face, Jing Wang Zhu Zaizhen felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

"The matter has come to this point, and my son has nothing to say. The imperial doctor has already told the truth, and you are not going to succeed."

"The ministers in the previous cabinet were all discussing to make that trash the crown prince. In order to protect themselves, this minister had no choice but to come up with such a bad policy. I beg my father to forgive me."

After being extremely angry, he seemed to have regained his calm. Emperor Jiajing looked at his son kneeling on the ground coldly. There was no joy or anger in his eyes, only sadness.

Sometimes silence is more awe-inspiring than sound. The terrible silence made King Jing feel an inexplicable tremor in his heart. That point of pride disappeared as quickly as smoke and snow melted, and at this moment he suddenly wanted to give up the idea of ​​forcing the palace, although it was only for a moment, but it did exist.

After a moment of panic, he regained his firmness. The horse entered the lane, the arrow was full, and it was impossible to turn back.

The expression on King Jing's face changed, and he couldn't escape Jiajing's eyes.

Emperor Jiajing sighed, closed his overwhelmed eyes tiredly, and spoke slowly, with a calm and clear voice: "What you have done today has violated a taboo, even if I leave a will, you really have confidence Facing all the people in the world, facing the verbal criticism of the ruling and opposition officials? Can you really sit securely in this position?"

Zhu Zaizhen, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head, his eyes were burning with endless eagerness and madness.

"Father really likes to joke. What is a big taboo? Do you mean that I committed a big taboo by usurping the throne?"

Jiajing's cold eyes gave King Jing a great stimulus. If the name is not correct, the words will not go well, and if the words are not correct, the work will fail. King Jing understands the truth of this sentence, although his expression at the moment is full of contempt for this sentence , but only he knew in his heart that Jiajing's words pierced his heart like a knife, like a wounded and furious beast, so he decided to fight back.

"My son, I would like to ask Father, how did Emperor Chengzu sit on the throne? He also usurped the throne, right? Hmm...killed his nephew to usurp the throne?"

I finally got my wish and saw the weird flush on Jiajing's pale face. Anyone who is familiar with Jiajing knows that this is the precursor of the emperor's anger every time. When the emperor is angry, does the blood flow all over the world?Thinking of every time he saw this expression in the past, he would be terrified every time, fearing that disaster would happen, but now he saw a joke, and suddenly grinned, a happy and wanton smile.

"If this is called a big taboo, then the Emperor Chengzu can commit it, why can't my ministers do it?" With a sneer, "what are you afraid of? My ministers will stop their mouths with blood for thousands of miles! Follow me Those who rebel against me will perish, isn’t that what your father taught me since I was a child?”

There is no father and son in the Tian family, and no family affection in the big position. This sentence is indeed an extremely vicious curse.

Jiajing listened and watched in a daze, and closed his eyes in despair when he heard half of it. When he opened it again, his hazy eyes fell on his own hands.

Once upon a time, the skin of these hands was tight, firm and strong, but now they are wrinkled, weak and yellow?

I have killed many people with these hands in my life, including ministers, rebels, concubines, court ladies, eunuchs...

But it never occurred to him that when he was about to die, would his hands be stained with the blood of a biological son?
Looking at King Jing who was full of fighting spirit, Emperor Jiajing didn't jump into a rage like he expected, and sternly reprimanded him.

The tired eyes are just like the calm river surface, and there are too many unpredictable depths hidden in it.

Suddenly sighed: "Since the crown prince passed away, my sons have come and gone, and now only you and King Yu are left."

When a person is about to die, his words are also sad. Jiajing's desolate tone aroused the resonance of King Jing, and his voice involuntarily lowered.

"Father, please forgive me, I really have no choice but to do everything to protect myself."

Whether it was self-preservation or greed, Jiajing could see clearly, no matter how piercing Ren Hou's voice was, it could not move Jiajing's heart.

"At this time, what else can I say?" Shaking his head with great regret and pain, two lines of muddy tears rolled to both sides, wet Huang Ling's pillow.

"All I can say is, you're in a hurry..."

After saying this sentence, Emperor Jiajing groaned in his throat, slowly closed his eyes, and his flushed face gradually turned gray.

The deep voice echoed continuously in the empty hall...

"If you want to be the Nine-Five Supreme, you must learn to be able to endure loneliness, and you must learn to be able to endure."

"You have to remember that what you did today is that you dug your own grave with your own hands, and you can't blame others for everything in the future."

"I'm tired...you just know it."

King Jing stood in front of the dragon bed in a daze, watching his father swallow his last breath with difficulty.

The dead man's complexion was ugly, but his complexion was even uglier than the dead man's at this time.

He didn't get Jiajing's will, but it doesn't mean that Jiajing didn't leave a will.

When his elder brother, who was born a month earlier than him, that is, King Yu Zhu Zaihou stood in front of him cowardly and cowardly, King Jing Zhu Zaizhen wished he could immediately pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

But he soon discovered that standing in front of King Yu stood Xu Jie, Gao Gong, Zhang Juzheng...and many other people of all kinds.

Behind them, a group of Jinyiwei wearing flying fish suits and holding embroidered spring knives were escorting the Dongchang and Shangzhiwei under his control.

Xu Jie sneered and took out a secret decree written by Jiajing himself. It was not until this moment that Jing Wang Zhu Zaizhen finally understood the meaning of the urgent words that Jiajing left for himself before his death.

It really was too hasty...

The ending is predetermined and cannot be changed.

Since then, there has been an additional record in Ming history: Zhu Zaizhen, the fourth son of Ming Shizong Zhu Houcong, and his mother Jingfei Lu.In the 18th year of Jiajing, he was granted the title of King Jing. He died in the De'an Palace on the 45th of the first month of the [-]th year of Jiajing.

Royal secrets have always been kept secret by everyone.What is passed on by word of mouth is not necessarily false, but what is recorded in ink is rarely true.Whether it is true or false, whether it is death or life, no one can tell clearly except the person concerned.Everyone in the world thought that King Jing was dead, so he was dead.

Little did he know that a few years later, a Daoist Chongxu suddenly appeared in the arena.

A light north wind blows the treetops on the side of the road, and there is an endless rustling sound, which seems to be indifferent and ethereal, but also seems to hide murderous intentions.

Daoist Chongxu's eyes suddenly caught fire, his tall body trembled and trembled, he was in control of the situation, turning clouds and rains has always been his forte, but he never expected that he would still be defeated by his father after all.

If possible, he really wanted to go back to that moment and ask his father, who was sleeping in the imperial mausoleum, if he was really in a hurry?
If you go back to the beginning again, can you really get your wish?
It's a pity that there will never be ifs in this world, just like there is no regret medicine to sell.

Suddenly raised his head, looked at the golden sun that released thousands of golden rays from the transpiring sea of ​​clouds, and said word by word: "Remember what Grandpa said, if you can't replace it in this world, then at any cost, even if it disturbs the world, you must subvert it." This country is gone!"

Seemingly stunned by this devil-like curse, Qiao Yun's wide-eyed eyes were filled with suspicion, and he was speechless.

Not far behind them, a person quietly stared at them under the shadow of a tree not far away.

His eyes are complex and hesitant, but his figure is still as straight as a sword.

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