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

at this time,

Huang Zian walked back to the stands.

He raised the gong in his hand and struck it a few times.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, Huang Zi'an continued, "Fellow villagers, the facts are right there in front of you. Do you still think His Highness is bragging?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

"Mr. Huang, we have misunderstood you!"

"Master Huang, we were wrong, we were ungrateful. Please don't hold it against us commoners."

"Yes, we kowtow to you and apologize. Please don't be angry with us!"

However, Huang Zi'an reached out and stopped them.

"Hey, why are you apologizing to me? I didn't conjure up this food. You should be thanking the Sixth Prince."

"It's because His Highness is kind-hearted and cares about you that he went to such lengths. Now you know who you should thank the most, right?"

The people suddenly awoke as if from a dream, and shouted at the top of their lungs:

"It's the Sixth Prince!!!"

"His Highness the Sixth Prince is truly a living Bodhisattva!!!"

"Long live the Sixth Prince! Long live the Sixth Prince! Long live the Sixth Prince!!!"

When tens of thousands of people shouted "Long live the Sixth Prince!" together, the sound was so loud it seemed to shake the city walls.

Huang Zian quickly reached out and pressed down.

He worried that if he didn't intervene, they might keep shouting for an hour without stopping.

As the crowd gradually quieted down...

Huang Zi'an continued, "I know everyone is excited, but please don't get excited yet."

Everyone: "???"

Huang Zi'an: "Next, please welcome our Sixth Prince to the stage to speak to everyone!"

Everyone: "!!!"

The Sixth Prince has come too?

The people stood on tiptoe, craned their necks, and looked around.

What does the Sixth Prince look like?

Is he over seven feet tall, with a straight and upright figure, and a face that exudes a dragon-like appearance...?

Just like the Little Dragon Man!

However, the next second...

The curtain at the shed was lifted, and a beautifully sculpted little boy stepped out.

He was about one meter tall, with fair and delicate features, a well-defined nose and eyes, and looked like a man destined for good fortune.

Seeing this, many people could hardly believe their eyes.

"Could this be... the Sixth Prince?"

"Why is the Sixth Prince a child?"

The voice just fell.

Hearing this, a young woman nearby immediately turned and glared at the person who had spoken, retorting, "What's wrong with a child? Who says the Sixth Prince can't be a child?"

And you know what? When they saw the Sixth Prince's appearance, at least half of the women present were moved by maternal instincts.

If I could be called "Mom" by the Sixth Prince, that would be absolutely amazing!!!

Zhu Ming walked to the front of the stands.

The stands were three meters high, while Zhu Ming was only one meter tall; his short legs made it difficult for him to climb the steps.

A servant nearby was quite perceptive and was about to kneel down to serve as a footrest for His Highness.

Zhu Ming stopped him.

He straightened his chest and put his hands behind his back.

Next second,

A cloud of mist rose from beneath Zhu Ming's feet, gradually coalescing into an auspicious cloud.

Then, dragging his body, they slowly rose into the air.

"It's flying...it's flying."

"Am I seeing things? The Sixth Prince is actually flying!"

The people stared wide-eyed at the bizarre scene before them, their faces filled with horror.

What did they just see?

The Sixth Prince, who looks like a child, actually flew up on auspicious clouds!

This is divine!

Someone knelt down with a thud.

And that was like flipping a switch, followed by a second, a third...

More and more people knelt down, looked at Zhu Ming in the stands, and kowtowed devoutly.

As soon as the little guy stepped down from the auspicious cloud and his feet were firmly planted, the somersault cloud immediately turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared.

Zhu Ming took two steps forward, but before he could speak, he was startled by the scene below.

He hadn't even spoken yet, so why did they all kneel down?

"Ahem...Please rise, everyone. There's no need for such a grand gesture."

However, none of his subordinates listened to him.

Everyone looked up at Zhu Ming in the stands with excitement on their faces.

In a year of severe drought, when life seemed hopeless.

Suddenly a deity appeared, bringing everyone food and the hope of survival.

At this moment, let alone simply kneeling in worship,

Even if they were asked to give up their lives, they would probably do so without hesitation.

Zhu Ming shouted a few more times to get everyone up.

He found that none of the people below were willing to listen to him, so he simply stopped caring about it.

"Since everyone is here, I'd like to say a few words."

Zhu Ming adopted the demeanor of a veteran cadre about to give a speech.

But the content they talk about is completely different from those who spend hours talking about nothing of substance.

"First, the local county magistrate, Qian Youde, was corrupt, lawless, and disregarded human life. His crimes were heinous, and I have brought him to justice."

"Besides him, anyone else who colluded with him, profited with him, or oppressed the people, will be sent down to keep Qian Youde company once I find out who they are!"

The voice just fell,

A cheer immediately rang out from the crowd.

"Well done! Your Highness is truly a saint!"

"Thank you, Your Highness, for upholding justice for us commoners. We are willing to repay your kindness with our utmost gratitude!"

"Your Honor, Your Honor!"

Many people who had suffered persecution at the hands of Qian Youde wished they could rush onto the stands, hug the Sixth Prince's legs, and weep bitterly.

Among them, some were driven to ruin by Qian Youde, while others had their wives sexually assaulted in front of them...

Now that the wicked deserve to be punished, their pent-up resentment of many years has finally erupted at this moment.

The people chorused to shout that Zhu Ming was a just and upright official, their voices rising higher and higher, as if they wanted to tear the sky apart.

And in the shed that was set up not far away,

Xu Miaoyun held the Empress's arm with both hands.

The two stood at the doorway, looking at Zhu Ming on the stands and listening to the deafening cheers of the crowd.

Empress Ma smiled gently, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Miaoyun, do you know, when Ming'er was first born, she was only this small."

As she spoke, Empress Ma gestured with her hand, indicating a tiny little thing, her tone full of heartache.

"When his older brothers were born, each of them weighed seven or eight pounds and cried loudly, which could be heard outside the delivery room."

"Only Ming'er, who weighed less than three pounds when she was born, was as thin as a kitten and couldn't even cry."

"The imperial physicians who were guarding the door all turned pale. Some of them advised me to take it easy, saying that the child was born with a weak constitution and might not make it through the night..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Miaoyun felt a sudden tightness in her heart, as if someone had grabbed her heart.

Even though she knew Zhu Ming would be safe and sound in the end, she still couldn't help but feel nervous.

Empress Ma recalled the scene and said it half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"I told them that if they couldn't save my Ming'er, then they didn't need to live either, and they should all go down and be buried with my Ming'er."

After Empress Ma finished speaking, she turned to look at Xu Miaoyun, who looked surprised, and said softly, "Aren't you surprised that I could say such a thing?"