The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

Empress Ma's tone was not loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of authority.

Xu Miaoyun trembled with fright and quickly kowtowed, saying:

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

"It is my fault for not keeping a good eye on His Highness, the Sixth Prince!"

"This humble woman deserves to die!"

She lay prone on the ground, her forehead pressed against the earth, not daring to lift her head even slightly.

Zhu Ming watched from the side, feeling somewhat guilty.

So he tugged at Empress Ma's sleeve and said with a smile:

"Mother, it's not Sister Miaoyun's fault."

"I did everything by myself; she couldn't stop me."

"If you're going to punish someone, then punish me."

Empress Ma glanced at him and said irritably:

"You seem quite loyal to your friends?"

"What punishment will you receive?"

"You're to be punished by killing two more imperial officials?"

Zhu Ming: "..."

The little guy shrank his neck and obediently shut his mouth.

Fortunately, Empress Ma was quite understanding.

She raised her own son; how could she not know what kind of person he was?

Given Xu Miaoyun's doting affection for Zhu Ming.

Let alone stopping them.

A simple "good sister" from her might make her forget even her own surname!

How could anyone stop him?

Empress Ma then sighed and waved her hand.

"Get up, I will not punish you."

"However, I require you to tell me everything that has happened since you left the palace, without any concealment."

Xu Miaoyun was taken aback, then quickly kowtowed and thanked him:

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Empress!"

Then she stood up and dusted off her skirt.

She raised her head and secretly gave the Sixth Prince a look.

Those eyes clearly conveyed four words.

May you have good fortune!

Zhu Ming: "..."

The little guy shrank his neck, his heart skipped a beat.

It's over.

Sister Miaoyun is going to sell him off.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Miaoyun stood up straight and recounted everything that had happened along the way in detail.

From outside the palace gate.

Then he met Lin Xiu'e and her daughter.

Then there's Fan Changyu, Qian Youde, the four major families, and the grain depot fire.

Everything was included, and everything was clearly organized.

Empress Ma sat in her chair, listening intently while frequently glancing at Zhu Ming.

That look in his eyes was very complex.

There was surprise, heartache, and anger.

There was still a trace of... pride?

Zhu Ming felt a little uneasy under their gaze.

Standing there, I didn't know what to do with my hands and feet.

He scratches his head for a moment, then picks at his fingers.

In the end, he could only look up and give Empress Ma an awkward smile.

The result was that his smile looked worse than his tears.

Xu Miaoyun finally finished reporting the matter.

The lobby fell silent instantly.

Empress Ma turned her head, her gaze fixed intently on Zhu Ming.

Not moving at all.

That gaze seemed to see right through him, from head to toe.

The little guy felt uneasy under their gaze, swallowed hard, and broke out in a cold sweat.

With one last grit of teeth.

Forget it.

Sticking your neck out means you'll get cut, whether you stick your neck out or not.

He turned his back, stuck out his buttocks towards Empress Ma, and struck a pose of "I'll take any beating or punishment."

"Mother, why don't you hit me a couple of times to vent your anger?"

"But you can't hit me too many times, just two at most. If you hit me too many times, I'll cry."

who ever thought,

Empress Ma stepped forward, picked up Zhu Ming, and held him in her arms.

"Smack!" He planted a kiss on his left cheek.

Then, with a "smack," he kissed her on her right cheek.

He kissed Zhu Ming so hard that his face was covered in saliva.

The little guy froze, his eyes wide, looking completely bewildered.

What's going on?

Weren't you going to hit him?

Empress Ma held him, her face full of pride, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"My precious son, you didn't do anything wrong, why would I hit you?"

Zhu Ming was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "But I killed someone."

The smile on Empress Ma's face gradually faded.

She held Zhu Ming in her arms, her tone calm yet carrying a domineering air.

"They deserve to die. For the evil deeds they committed, they deserve to die ten thousand times over."

Zhu Ming raised his head and looked at his mother's face.

This moment.

He suddenly realized.

The woman in front of me was never some gentle, kind, soft-hearted, or compassionate young lady.

She and her father crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, step by step.

Dead people I've seen

He had seen more living people than Zhu Ming had ever seen.

How could someone like that be a hypocrite from a novel?

Empress Ma patted Zhu Ming's head and said earnestly:

"Ming'er, remember this: killing is acceptable."

"But kill those who deserve to die!"

"Those who do evil, it is permissible to kill them."

"A person who does good will not touch a single hair."

"Do you understand?"

Zhu Ming nodded emphatically:

"Understood!"

Empress Ma smiled with satisfaction.

She kissed him on the forehead again.

"That's my good son."

in the lobby.

Wang Defa knelt on the ground, listening with a pounding heart.

Is this really the Empress's personality?

He secretly glanced at Empress Ma.

He quickly lowered his head again.

Fortunately, he didn't choose the wrong side.

Empress Ma held Zhu Ming in her arms, feeling increasingly proud as she looked at him.

Especially when I think about how this child was dealing with those disaster victims.

The words he spoke, the things he did, and the demeanor and sense of responsibility he displayed.

He's even better than the eldest brother, Zhu Biao.

Empress Ma became increasingly pleased with herself.

I really want to drag that Zhu Chongba guy over here right now.

Let him take a good look.

Look at the son she raised, does he even know what's good for him?

Who said that in the first place?

"The son you raised only knows how to cause trouble and act lawlessly, relying on his supernatural abilities!"

Oh.

Let's take a look now.

Whose skill level is actually lacking?

Empress Ma held Zhu Ming affectionately for a while before finally remembering the important matter at hand.

She gently put Zhu Ming down, straightened her clothes, and put away her smile, saying seriously, "Ming'er, there's something I need to tell you."

Zhu Ming raised his head and obediently replied, "Mother, please speak."

"Mao Xiang, you must send him back to the palace."

Zhu Ming was taken aback: "Mao Xiang?"

If Empress Ma hadn't mentioned her, he would have almost forgotten about her.

(Mao Xiang: Sixth Prince, in the end, we have misplaced our trust.)

Empress Ma nodded and explained to the little one:

"Your father plans to establish a new institution."

"Mao Xiang was the person he had been choosing for a long time."

"I can't stay here forever and delay important business."

Zhu Ming stroked his chin, his eyes darting around.

A new organization?

Could it be the Embroidered Uniform Guard?

The image of that majestic flying fish robe instantly flashed into his mind.

He wore bright yellow silk embroidered with lifelike flying fish patterns, and a gleaming embroidered spring knife hung at his waist.

As they walked, their clothes fluttered, and their swords flashed.

The slogan is: "The Embroidered Uniform Guard is handling a case; all irrelevant personnel must get out of the way!"

Tsk tsk.

He's really handsome.

but……

Zhu Ming's lips curled into a wicked smile.

He then established his own organization.

Let's call them—Bad People.

At that time, their attire will be even more dashing than that of the Imperial Guards.

Empress Ma, unaware of Zhu Ming's ulterior motives, continued:

"As for Imperial Physician Dai, he can stay by your side."

She sighed, rubbed her temples, and said with a hint of self-reproach.

"It's also my fault for being careless. When you left the palace, I forgot to send a physician with you."

"In case any thieves poison us along the way, we can treat them immediately."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ming couldn't help but smile.

Poisoned?

His body has been completely transformed by gourmet cells.

No matter what you swallow.

Whether it's delicacies from land and sea or simple meals, it doesn't matter.

Even if it's poison that goes straight through the intestines.

Once it enters the stomach, it is broken down into the purest energy and absorbed completely in no time.

To others, it was a death warrant from the King of Hell.

to him.

That is the highly nourishing Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup.

Drinking a bowl of poison is more nourishing than drinking a bowl of ginseng soup made from a thousand-year-old ginseng.

This could be considered a different kind of immunity to all poisons, right?

However, Zhu Ming did not intend to say any of this.

He nodded, revealing a well-behaved and sensible expression:

"Mother is so thoughtful. It's definitely more convenient for me to have Physician Dai by my side."