The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 1291

[1291. Chapter 1229 Long live the emperor]

. The hearts of the people are scattered.

Suddenly I felt very powerless.

If this continues, I’m afraid it won’t be long before there will be no more Tatars in the entire desert.

Of course…this is his last chance.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and then he said coldly: “This time is a great opportunity. When we swear the oath, it is the moment when we are closest to the Ming Emperor. As long as this is the moment, we take action and take down the Ming Emperor… Then, the desert will be back in our hands again!”

The seven or eight leaders had already made plans. They all looked at Tu Wu, and one of them said: “It’s just…even if they capture the Ming Emperor, what can they do? If

we establish another emperor, we will end up like the Wala people back then.”

Tuwu snorted coldly: “Of course I know that even if we capture the Ming Emperor, we can temporarily hold him hostage and escape deep into the desert, but it will be very difficult. Soon, a new emperor will appear in the Ming Dynasty, and then they will continue to wage war against the desert. But… what we want to create is discord between the desert and the Ming Dynasty. We have captured their emperor, and the Ming Dynasty is still willing to trust the Tatars. At that time, I am afraid that all the Tatars who have defected to the Han people will be expelled or even killed by the angry Han people. In order to deal with the revenge of the Han people, the tribes in the desert will unconsciously reunite. The shepherds who try to defect to the Han people will also obediently return to us. As long as we can unite as one, then the Han people cannot be matched. Even if the Han people are powerful, as long as they abandon the policy of being gentle, this desert is so vast. We can temporarily avoid its sharpness, just like migrating north.”

His eyes were like knives, he glanced at everyone, and said seriously: “If the Han people are gentle, I will be no different from ordinary herders in ten years. In the Han war, even if we are defeated again and again, our descendants will still be princes.”

The leaders fell silent.

This is the crux of the matter.

The Ming Dynasty was too Huairou. The nobles could not bring the herdsmen to eat well, but the Han people could, and they could eat deliciously. How could the herdsmen still be willing to serve the nobles and be driven by the nobles? But once, It seems that these old nobles have lost the respect of the herdsmen, and the herdsmen no longer follow the ancient traditions. If they are in Tuwu, they are nothing.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to simply capture the Emperor of Ming Dynasty and let Da Mo and Ming Dynasty attack each other. No matter how brutal the war is, as long as the Tatar tribe is still there, then… Tuwu and others will still maintain their dignity.

The desert… are you still afraid of fighting? Killing for ten years, killing for thirty years, killing for a hundred years, even if they are defeated repeatedly and all the blood of herdsmen and Han people is shed, it may not be a bad thing for Tuwu and others.

The leaders looked at Tutu solemnly.

Suddenly a parchment was opened, which was the drawing of the altar. He pointed on the parchment and began to arrange it.

“I’m afraid I won’t succeed.” Some people couldn’t help but worry.

“It will definitely succeed.” Tu Wu vowed: “I Tu Wu can already bow a horse at the age of five. Ten or eight men can’t get close to him. The Emperor of Ming Dynasty is extremely weak. As long as I can get close to him, I only need one finger. You can take him down if you take his head, and then you…”

…

A large number of people have arrived at the altar.

Zhang Mao was busy taking several officials from the Ministry of Rites to meet Luan Jia at his place.

He got under the carriage and bowed down: “I have seen your Majesty, old minister.”

The ‘Emperor’ sat in the carriage and said nothing.

This made Zhang Mao a little strange.

On the other hand, Fang Jifan came out slowly on horseback. He took off his sunglasses and looked around. He saw that this was a continuous Han army camp with no end in sight.

The leaders of each tribe had already prepared. They each brought their own trusted tribesmen to welcome him under the Temple of Heaven.

The accompanying cabinet scholar Xie Qian, the minister of rites Zhang Shengren, and others also showed excitement. When they came out of the pass, the endless wilderness as far as the eye could see made them feel cheerful.

Fang Jifan sat on the horse and said: “Your Majesty, your Majesty got up too early in the morning and is a little tired. Please step aside first. Your Majesty has decreed that this alliance will show that our Ming Dynasty treats all tribes on the grassland equally.” , all the people inside and outside the pass are regarded as your own kindness by your majesty. There is no need for the officials to follow you, just let me take some guards and Liu Jin and Eunuch Liu to accompany you.”

Zhang Mao felt suspicious.

Why is it different from what was previewed before?

But how dare he neglect it? Since this was His Majesty’s wish, what else could he say? After saying yes, he retreated with the accompanying courtesy officers.

Not long after.

The ‘Emperor’ got down from the carriage.

When his boots landed, Dashi’s blanket had already been cushioned under his feet on the grass, and the blanket stretched all the way to the Temple of Heaven.

Fang Jifan hurriedly got off his horse, and he and Liu Jin, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded the ‘Emperor’.

The emperor didn’t say a word. He wore sunglasses, a crown of heaven, and a royal robe, and walked toward the Temple of Heaven step by step.

They walked for more than ten steps, and the accompanying imperial guards followed them in great force. Suddenly, flags were fluttering, and a huge crowd followed the ‘Emperor’ to the altar.

Fang Jifan seemed a little hesitant. Looking at the stone steps, the guards had stopped and surrounded the altar.

The ‘Emperor’ climbed up the stairs step by step.

All the ministers came to the steps one after another.

Fang Jifan looked at the emperor who was alone on the high platform.

Looking at Wang Shouren’s back.

Originally…everything was planned.

Wang Shouren went up and made an alliance with the leaders.

After that, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are in heaven.

But at this moment.

Fang Jifan hesitated.

Do you really want Wang Shouren to go up?

What if there is danger?

The Tatars are all very powerful.

This is his own disciple.

Fang Jifan lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed.

He thought silently in his heart, I still have to live, I have to live strong, my Fang Jifan…

Fuck your uncle Fang Jifan…

He comforted himself in his heart, but in an instant, Fang Jifan raised his steps, climbed up the stairs, and died. Just die. Eighteen years later, he will still be an eloquent, honest, kind, and innocent man.

Fang Jifan quickly climbed up the steps and caught up with Wang Shouren.

The etiquette officer behind him wanted to say something, but he couldn’t help but say, Qi Guogong…this…in the regulations, you are not allowed to go up.

But after all, they couldn’t stop it, and they didn’t dare to stop it.

Wang Shouren saw his mentor quickly ascending the steps. Behind him, he did not look back, but his body trembled slightly.

Then, the master and apprentice climbed onto the high platform in tacit understanding.

Immediately afterwards, more than seventy leaders filed up the stone steps.

Fang Jifan sided with Wang Shouren.

Wang Shouren glanced sideways at his mentor, and said to Fang Jifan: “Teacher, please step away.”

“Why.” Fang Jifan was very nervous. He dared to pat his chest without hesitation and said that he was afraid of death. Those who keep saying that they are not afraid of death are, in nine cases out of ten, liars. Life is so precious that people would betray their closest relatives, their friends, and their conscience for it, except Fang Jifan.

Wang Shouren wanted to say something. He was wearing sunglasses, and Fang Jifan could not see his eyes behind the sunglasses. But then, he suddenly blurted out the words and swallowed them in his stomach.

As a martial arts practitioner, he could feel the crazily beating heart of his mentor.

Wang Shouren calmly waited, and the leaders went up to the high platform one after another. Then, according to etiquette, they had to salute the ’emperor’.

Among the more than seventy people, there were Jurchens, Tatars, Siberians and Mongolian leaders who had just been expelled from the west of the Ural Mountains. They all prostrated themselves and spoke in unison, using the Chinese they had learned from the ritual officials. : “I pay homage to the Supreme Khan!”

The supreme here means heaven. In the beliefs of various tribes in the desert, heaven is the supreme.

Seeing everyone kneeling down, the ‘Emperor’ finally spoke: “As the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, do I still have to deal with the affairs of the ministries?”

This rhetorical question was unexpected.

In the corner of the altar, there was a ceremony official. At this time, he began to take out the bamboo slips and began to record.

The leaders prostrated themselves on the ground and succumbed to the knees of the ‘Emperor’. The leaders did not know how to answer, so they had to shout: “Long live!”

Under the sunglasses of the ‘Emperor’, there was no trace of happiness or anger: “I own the four seas and serve the world. Parents, you and your guests are just following the destiny. I treat Han and foreigners equally, and tell all the people outside the customs to rest and recuperate well. I am the emperor of the Han Dynasty. Now that you have ascended to the title of Supreme Khan, I will take it upon myself. If you accept it, you can rest assured and wait for my decree, and I will treat you well.”

The kneeling leader had extremely complicated thoughts after hearing this.

Some felt lucky, some were unwilling, but at this moment… they all prostrated on the ground and could only continue to shout: “Long live!”

“Today, the sky is above, someone… comes to get meat.”

The ‘Emperor’ shouted A sound.

After hearing this, the eunuchs at the bottom of the steps prepared the already cooked lamb legs and put them on the altar.

The ‘Emperor’ tore off a piece of mutton on the plate and put it into his mouth. Then, meat is given to the leaders.

Everything seems to be going well…

Could it be…that no one was up to no good at all?

Fang Jifan, who was standing behind him, had extremely complicated thoughts.

But… watching Wang Shouren eating mutton, Fang Jifan realized that he was a little hungry.

By the way, who came up with this rule of giving meat? It is very suitable for the occasion. As the emperor of Han Dynasty, if there is meat to eat, I will ask you whether it tastes good.

The leaders all tore off the mutton from the plate, put it in their mouths and ate it.

Everyone shared the mutton given by the ‘Emperor’.

The ‘Emperor’ said: “Sacrifice to heaven.”

After he finished speaking, a leader said: “Your Majesty, your Majesty, I am unexpected and want to offer a treasure to show my sincerity to Your Majesty.”

The ceremony officer was stunned, obviously there is no such procedure. .

The ‘Emperor’ was happy: “Oh, I don’t know what kind of treasure it is. Come and take a look at it.”

Tu Tu’s face was filled with joy, he stood up, took a step forward, took out a sheepskin bag from his arms, and put the sheepskin-wrapped thing in it. Shake it, open it, and suddenly… a sharp blade is in hand!

………

The third update will be sent soon, please vote for me.

(End of chapter)