At noon the next day, a team of men and horses galloped from the west, foaming at the mouth of each war horse, constantly snorting their noses, and they were already galloping to the point of losing their strength. Immediately, the knights were equally tired, but they all looked determined, and looked at the high walls in the distance with stern eyes.

The man at the head was twenty-four or five years old, with a neat short beard, a dark face, a dignified appearance, and a pair of tiger eyes revealing a majestic gaze. It is His Royal Highness Zhu Zhanji, the long-lost grandson of the Ming Dynasty!

It has been about ten hours since Wang Xian's subordinates sent the news, and His Royal Highness Taisun has miraculously appeared in Beijing!

"Your Highness, the news is right, the gate of the capital is closed, how should I enter the city?" Qin Zhu, who was behind the grandson, looked worried: "Do you wait for it to get dark, and try to get Hou Ye's people to take you in?" ”

"No! Lonely is a dignified grandson, how can he learn from the generation of chickens and dogs and thieves, and he has fallen into his own prestige! Zhu Zhanji said coldly: "Raise the banner of loneliness!" Just call open the city gate! ”

"Yes!" His Royal Highness Taisun made a decision, Qin Zhizi no longer persuaded him, and led the crowd to escort Zhu Zhanji forward.

At this time, although the city of Beijing was not as prosperous as in later generations, it had a population of one million, and the city was already crowded, so it naturally developed outside the city. Outside the nine gates, near the barracks, there are already quite a lot of towns, densely populated, and quite prosperous.

There was no martial law outside the city, and the streets were full of soldiers and civilians, looking at this team of galloping people, they all watched with their eyes, and when they saw the bright yellow banner with the word 'Zhu' written on it, and the young man with the black face under it, the people all exclaimed: "It's His Royal Highness Taisun!" His Royal Highness is back! ”

Zhu Zhanji did not squint and led the crowd through the town.

These days, the city gate is closed, and the people outside the city have been speculating, and now they see that His Royal Highness Taisun is back, how can they not follow the reason to see the excitement, they have put down their work at hand, and followed His Royal Highness Taisun to Fucheng Gate.

Zhu Zhanji seemed to have the consciousness to wait for the people to follow, slowly rode his horse, and walked leisurely to the city.

The defenders on the Fucheng Gate had long been aware of the abnormal movement under the city, and they all came to the head of the city to look down, and couldn't help but turn their heads and ears.

"That person seems to be His Royal Highness the Taisun, right?"

"What do you call it like, it's simply that!"

"Really?"

"His Royal Highness Taisun has been in the capital for so many years, I don't know how many times I have been in and out of the city gate, how can I admit my mistake!"

The soldiers were talking about it, but the next moment they were all suddenly silent, because the thousand households who were in charge of the defense of Fuchengmen Gao Zheng heard the sound and climbed to the top of the city.

"Go back! What does it look like to huddle together! Gao Zheng had a straight face, scolded his subordinates first, and then slowly walked to the city wall, looking at Taisun and the others who had already arrived in front of the moat.

"Who's under the city?" Gao Zheng asked knowingly.

"Are you blind? Can't you see that it's His Royal Highness Taisun? Qin Zhi, who was beside the grandson, said sharply: "Hurry up and open the city gate!" ”

"It's too far away to see clearly." Gao Zheng didn't buy his account at all, and said coldly: "The capital is under martial law, and the city gate is closed, and it is not allowed to be opened without permission!" ”

"Bold! His Royal Highness Taisun was ordered to return to Beijing, but you dare to stop it, don't you want to die?! Qin Zhiliang took Huang Aya in his hand, and the sound of anger spread throughout the city.

"Ordered? Where did the will come from......" Gao Zheng was stunned, he didn't expect that there was a will in the hands of the grandson.

"Of course it's the emperor's will!" Qin Zhu said in a deep voice: "Do you dare to resist and disobey?!" ”

......Although Gao Zheng took refuge in King Zhao, he borrowed his eight guts, and he didn't dare to say that he dared to resist and disobey the order in front of everyone. I had to drop a sentence: "Wait, I'll ask for instructions." So he hurried down the city and rushed to report to King Zhao......

In the West Garden, King Zhao has been hesitant and can't make up his mind, and he is naturally very unhappy these days. He is resourceful, but lacks the courage to make decisions, and before he needs to make a final decision, he can lift weights and lay out calmly, but when it comes to lifting the lid, he is full of gains and losses, lest he be careless and lose everything.

His Royal Highness King Zhao, who has always loved cleanliness, actually has an extra layer of cyan stubble on his face, and his eyes are even more bloodshot, and he has lost his former demeanor.

When he got the report, he was even more startled, broke the tea cup in his hand at once, stared at Eunuch Yang with red eyes, and said, "What did you say?!" ”

"Lord Qiqi, His Royal Highness the Grand Sun has arrived outside the Fucheng Gate, holding the holy decree to enter the capital and face the holy ......" Eunuch Yang repeated stubbornly.

"How is that possible?!" King Zhao roared: "Where did he get the holy decree?!" "Behind the hysteria, there is a deep fear. The grandson is the emperor canonized and recognized by the whole world! It's something he, a prince can never compare......

"Naturally, it was given to him by Yang Shiqi." Zhao Yingyin's voice sounded in the ears of His Royal Highness King Zhao, and the old eunuch appeared at the door and said coldly: "Your Highness, when the interruption continues, the evil consequences will appear immediately." ”

"It's only been two days,......" King Zhao wanted to argue, but he bowed his head gloomily. The old eunuch was right, if he made a decision on the spot, in two days, no matter whether he succeeded or failed, he would already have results.

"Your Highness," Zhao Ying looked at King Zhao, now everyone was a grasshopper on a rope, so he could only suppress his anger, and said in a deep voice: "If you can make up your mind, the old slave will give up this life and send you to the Great Treasure!" After a pause, he lowered his face and said, "If you can't make up your mind, the old slave can only let people open the city gate and let His Royal Highness the Taisun enter the city." ”

After Zhao Ying finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.

King Zhao's complexion changed several times, and he finally made up his mind, and laughed loudly: "Father-in-law stays, in fact, this king has already made up his mind, just to see if his father-in-law is determined to go with this king to the end." ”

"......" Zhao Ying stood still and looked back at King Zhao, although he knew that this was not the case, but he couldn't study it in detail, so he could only say lightly: "It's good that the prince has an idea." ”

"It's just that I don't know if my father-in-law has already taken a palace gate?" King Zhao looked at Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying nodded and said softly: "Yonganmen." ”

"Great!" King Zhao was overjoyed when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "This king will leave the palace immediately and gather his subordinates to deploy operations. ”

"May I ask the prince, what should I do with the grandson?" Zhao Ying asked.

"Open the gates and let him in!" King Zhao regained his usual calm and wisdom, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth: "Letting him out of Beijing is always a scourge." Now he has thrown himself into the net, saving the king a lot of effort. ”

"The prince is very worried." Zhao Ying nodded. Originally, I was worried that the entry of the grandson into Beijing would set off many storms. But now that he is ready and determined to catch it all, the grandson is naturally not as good as being in Beijing outside Beijing, and it is naturally better than being in the palace outside the palace.

"You send someone to protect him from entering the palace, and don't let him come into contact with idle people." For the sake of prudence, King Zhao added.

"Yes." Zhao Ying responded softly and asked again, "What about Wang Xian?" ”

"Do as you say." Once King Zhao made up his mind, he would no longer drag mud and water.

"Okay." Zhao Ying nodded approvingly, this is what it looks like to achieve great things.

As for saying yes, it is natural to kill Wang Xian before launching......

"After dealing with the matter here, my father-in-law should also hurry to this king's mansion and finalize the final major event." King Zhao looked at Zhao Ying deeply and said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Zhao Ying nodded in response......

His Royal Highness Taisun and his entourage waited outside the Fucheng Gate for a full hour before the city gate slowly opened. I saw Zhao Ying, the eunuch of the Admiral Dongchang, leading a hundred Dongchang Fanzi wearing a big red python, and 500 brocade guards wearing flying fish suits and embroidered spring knives on their waists, majestic and dazzling.

Seeing Zhao Ying's posture, Zhu Zhanji's pupils shrank, and he rode on the horse, pursed his lips, and his face sank like water.

"The old slave greets His Royal Highness." Zhao Ying bowed to the grandson in a proper manner, and then bowed and said, "Please follow the old slave into the palace." ”

"Father-in-law Zhao," Zhu Zhanji's heart sank, knowing that he had guessed correctly, Zhao Ying wanted to get himself directly into the palace and not let himself come into contact with anyone. "Is this what my imperial grandfather meant?"

"Your Highness, please." Zhao Ying avoided answering, and turned sideways to invite His Royal Highness Taisun into the city.

Zhu Zhanji stared at Zhao Ying coldly for a while, and finally could only enter the city with him. After all, the emperor is critically ill and everyone knows that he, as the emperor's favorite grandson, should go straight to the palace as soon as he enters the capital. It is really unreasonable to shirk and not enter the palace.

Although he knew that Taisun was going to be more auspicious, due to the rules, Qin Zhu could only leave most of the guards outside the city, and personally brought a few people to serve with His Royal Highness Taisun.

The street has long been emptied, and except for the Dongchang Jinyi Guard, you can only see the soldiers of Shuntianfu, and not a single ordinary person can see it. No matter how sluggish Zhu Zhanji is, he can smell the thick uneasy atmosphere in the air.

The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, and the black clouds are overwhelming the city and the city is about to be destroyed.

Zhu Zhanji was 'escorted' by Zhao Ying all the way and went directly into Xiyuan.

As soon as he entered the West Garden, Zhu Zhanji rode his horse and galloped, and Dongchang Fanzi was shocked when he saw this, and was about to stop him, but was stopped by Zhao Ying. The old eunuch put his hands in his sleeves, looked at His Royal Highness the Taisun who was rushing away, and said with a smile: "Let him go......"

"Grandpa!" His Royal Highness Taisun galloped all the way to the gate of the dormitory, turned over and dismounted with a shout, and ran quickly towards the palace.

"Your Highness......" Eunuch Yang was about to stop when he saw this.

"Get out of the way!" was pushed by Zhu Zhanji and hit the ground with his buttocks, and he really rolled to the side.

Pushing away Eunuch Yang who was blocking the way, no one dared to stop His Royal Highness Taisun. Zhu Zhanji strode towards the inner hall, his eyes were full of tears, and his expression was very distressed.

Entering the inner hall, Zhu Zhanji saw the skinny emperor, lying on the dragon bed with a gossamer. His Royal Highness the Taisun could no longer suppress the tears in his eyes, and rushed to the side of the dragon's bed crying, shouting in a lost voice: "Grandpa Huang! ”

But no matter how he called, Zhu Di refused to wake up. Zheng He, who was on the side, also had red circles in his eyes, and persuaded him for a while before he recalled His Royal Highness Taisun from his deep pain.

Zhu Zhanji inquired about Zhu Di's condition in detail, and knelt in front of the dragon bed without saying a word, only staring at the emperor tightly, as if he wanted to keep his appearance in his heart forever.