Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

Inside the tent, the ministers brought by Zhu Qizhen all had their eyes light up when they saw Zhu Qizhen being beaten so badly, and their necks unconsciously stretched forward.

Several young military officers even clenched their fists and mimicked the gestures below, their expressions even more triumphant than when they had received military merit.

Seeing Zhu Qizhen being beaten so badly, they also wanted to smash their heads over his head.

In short, it can be summed up in one word: Awesome.

"Don't just stand there! Go ahead and kill this damned eunuch. Just do what you think is best; whether he lives or dies doesn't matter," Zhu Di said to Zhang Fu and the others beside him.

"Emperor Taizong, spare my life!!!" Upon hearing Zhu Di's words, Wang Zhen forced his head up and crawled forward a step.

Blood still clung to the corner of his mouth, he was missing two front teeth, and his speech was slurred. His appearance was more repulsive than maggots in a latrine.

After all, Zhu Gaoxu hadn't held back with those two punches; he'd landed two punches right in the face. This Zhu Gaoxu was still the Zhu Gaoxu who had been enhanced by the protagonist.

"Yes, sir!" Zhang Fu, Kuang Ye, and the others replied in unison. Upon hearing Zhu Di's order, their faces lit up with undisguised joy.

Some rubbed their hands together, while others had already unsheathed their swords, preparing to use the scabbards to strike the dead eunuch.

Fan Zhong immediately started looking for tools.

He looked around, picked up his most handy iron hammer, and weighed it in his hand: "One blow, and this damned eunuch's head will be blown open."

Seeing Fan Zhong's stance, Zhang Fu's eyelids twitched, and he quickly stopped him: "General Fan! Put that thing down! One blow from you and the man's dead, what's the point of us playing then!"

"Hehe, General Zhang, I was just angry because this jerk always gives me the cold shoulder." Fan Zhong scratched the back of his head and reluctantly put the hammer back.

"I'll use my fists, I'll use my fists?"

"Too vulgar." Grand Secretary Cao Nai flicked his sleeves.

However, he added slowly and deliberately, "But what you say makes sense. We can't let this eunuch die too easily, otherwise all the anger we've endured for half our lives will have been for nothing."

"The Grand Secretary is absolutely right." Grand Secretary Zhang Yi nodded in agreement, his face bearing the refined smile typical of a civil official, but his words were anything but refined.

"We'll give Steward Wang a good talking-to later. He's always been very particular about rules, so today we'll teach him what rules really mean."

Several military officers stopped dawdling and quickly stepped forward, surrounding Wang Zhen.

Fan Zhong cracked his knuckles as he flexed his wrists, while Zhang Fu rolled up his sleeves, revealing two old but still strong arms. Cao Nai and Zhang Yi, though civil officials, also rolled up their sleeves, looking like they were about to get involved themselves.

Of course, there is an order to beating people. Those who came up first are the top echelon of the Ming Dynasty, and others should naturally be ranked after them.

"You damn eunuch, weren't you supposed to be so energetic?" Fan Zhong squatted down and patted Wang Zhen's face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

"Eunuch Wang, the ground is cold. Get up and let the brothers massage you." Zhang Fu smiled, but his eyes were so cold they could freeze a fly.

"Hehehe... Eunuch Wang, we roughnecks have received your 'care' quite a bit on ordinary days, today it's our turn to take care of you." Minister of War Kuang Ye laughed, tightening his grip on the bronze wrist guard.

Wang Zhen trembled violently, pleading incoherently, "G-Gentlemen...please spare me! Please spare me! I...I know I was wrong!"

"Spare your mother!" Zhang Fu slapped Wang Zhen across the face, turning half of his face crooked.

"If I spare you, who will avenge Zhu Yong? Who will avenge the deaths of so many brothers? Damn it, it's all because of your blind command, you dead eunuch! Zhu Yong was ambushed by the Oirat at Yaoling, and his entire army was wiped out! All our brothers died at the hands of you, you eunuch dog!"

"Yeah! You jerk!" Fan Zhong kicked Wang Zhen from behind.

"You spend all day flattering the Emperor, turning a perfectly good campaign into a complete mess. The army should have marched straight to Datong after leaving Juyong Pass, but you insisted on taking a detour to show off! Later, after suffering a defeat at the front, you announced a retreat, then changed course again after only forty li! You're treating hundreds of thousands of troops like monkeys!"

"You damned eunuch! For your own worthless baggage, you forced the army to camp at Tumu Fort! There's no water here, do you even know that! No water! The soldiers are so thirsty their throats are parched, the warhorses are so thirsty they can't get up, and you, on the other hand, are sitting in your tent drinking tea!" Kuang Ye also gave Wang Zhen a couple of punches and kicks.

"Isn't Chief Eunuch Wang very impressive? We wanted to see the Emperor, and you tried everything to stop us. Why are you lying on the ground now? Huh? Get up! Chief Eunuch!" Grand Secretary Zhang Yi said with a smile while punching and kicking.

Seeing that Zhang Fu was panting heavily, Wang Zuo, the Minister of Revenue, quickly stepped forward to help him: "General Zhang, please make way for him. You're so old, go and rest over there. Don't tire yourself out any further."

Zhang Fu shoved Wang Zuo's hand away and straightened his back: "I have plenty of strength! Besides, with Emperor Taizong in front of me, how can I say no! Cough cough cough—"

He was already over seventy years old. This veteran general, over seventy years old, standing on the battlefield, exuded an aura that seemed to have come from the Hongwu Dynasty, enough to make all the young men in the tent unable to lift their heads.

You tell me about Zhu Qizhen, this over seventy-year-old general who has been on campaigns for so long, how experienced he is! You didn't listen to the old general, but insisted on listening to that damned eunuch! You've really lost your mind.

The scene inside the tent was extremely strange.

On one side, Zhang Fu, Fan Zhong, Zhang Yi, Cao Nai, and other civil and military officials surrounded Wang Zhen, punching and kicking him with great enthusiasm.

Wang Zhen rolled around on the ground, his howls growing weaker and weaker, like a mangy dog ​​whose tail had been stepped on.

Empress Xu stood to the side, looking left and right, occasionally covering her face with her sleeve; it looked painful just watching her.

Zhu Di stood there expressionless, seemingly lost in thought, occasionally glancing in Wang Zhen's direction with an icy gaze.

Zhu Gaoxi watched the show from the sidelines, with Marshal Tianpeng standing behind him. It was also the first time he had seen such a scene, and he stood there happily.

Little Zhu Zhanji looked left and right, his big eyes full of curiosity, as if he were watching a unique variety show.

On the other side, the three brothers Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaochi, and Zhu Gaosui were surrounding Zhu Qizhen, conducting a warm and friendly "family education".

While unleashing a torrent of words, Zhu Gaochi used his massive physique to relentlessly pound Zhu Qizhen: "You bastard... how could you listen to that damned eunuch! You've utterly disgraced the emperor!"

"If I had known I had a son like you, I would have preferred the second son to sit on the throne."

"No way, boss, I don't really care about this throne right now! You sit on it yourself!"

Upon hearing Zhu Gaochi's words, Zhu Gaoxu immediately retorted.

Then he attacked Zhu Qizhen with both fists and feet, cursing, "You little brat, you're pretty capable! You wiped out 500,000 elite Ming soldiers in one battle! 500,000! What are you even living for? Huh?"

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? You even wanted to call the guards to chop us up? You unfilial descendant, you even wanted to chop up your ancestors? And you called us demons? Now you know to beg for mercy? Too late!"

Zhu Gaosui lived up to his reputation as the arrogant hermit, and was also the most cunning of them all. He would always target people's vulnerable spots where they couldn't be injured, and he would curse them while hitting them.

The three brothers took turns punching and kicking, making Zhu Qizhen cry out for his parents.

Crying for his father won't help, because his father, Zhu Zhanji, is still a child! And his mother is in the palace!