Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 325 Chapter 325, Zhu Cilang's gun shocked the audience, and all the clans were imprisoned
Some people say that the heart of a general who leads an army is as hard as stone.

A life that is extremely precious to a normal person is just a number to a leading general on the battlefield.

Thousands of lives are still just a number.

There is a kind of temperament in such a person, a kind of silent, cold, people can't help but want to retreat after seeing him, and dare not make any contact with his eyes.

This is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Cihong, who made great contributions in the Southern and Northern Wars.

Zhu Cixiang looked around, and everyone lowered their heads in fear.

Zhu Cihong said, "Who is the King of Fortune Zhu Yousong?"

For some reason, after Zhu Yousong heard Zhu Cihong's words, his heart tightened.

But this matter was originally in Zhu Yousong's calculations, and he originally wanted to overwhelm Zhu Cihong's momentum in public.

Zhu Yousong settled down, and said, "His Royal Highness, I am here. Is it too much for you to cut the clan's treatment without discussing it with our clan?"

With Zhu Yousong's words, the other clans began to become more courageous and protested one after another.

"That's right, His Royal Highness, this is the life-saving money we rely on for survival."

"Your Highness, it's not like we don't know that Ming Dynasty's finances are tight. Even if we pay more or less [-]% or [-]%, we can't take away all our money."

"That's the reason. We all belong to the old Zhu's family. Why can't we discuss it?"

Even though these clan members were yelling at Zhu Cixiang in Prince Fu's Mansion, they were not stupid either, and their tone of voice was much gentler in person.

This is the future emperor. Even if he can't offend the entire clan, wouldn't it be easy to crush one or two particularly jumping ones to death?
Seeing this, Zhu Yousong felt a little complacent, and raised his voice: "His Royal Highness, all the respected elders and seniors of our old Zhu family are here. Should you give everyone an explanation today?"

When many clans heard the words, they booed and agreed in various ways.

Zhu Cihong listened calmly for a moment, then took out a pistol from his arms, and fired a shot at the sky.

"boom!"

This shot directly shocked all the clans. Many people screamed in fear on the spot, and the scene became a little chaotic for a while.

Zhu Cihong remained expressionless and continued to shoot.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After firing a magazine, Zhu Cihong shook his hand, and the empty magazine fell out. Then he put a new magazine into the gun with his right hand and retracted the gun. The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth.

Zhu Cixi smiled: "Are you worthy of negotiating terms with me?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and there was no sound for a while.

Zhu Yousong's cheeks also twitched violently a few times, and he wanted to speak, but in the end he didn't speak.

It's not that I don't want to refute, but mainly because of the pistol...

From the heart to the heart.

Zhu Cihong still kept smiling, and said: "You so-called Zhu's royal family, for so many years, have nothing more than relying on the family business of your ancestors, lying on the ground to eat and drink, have you made any contribution to Daming?"

"In the past, life in the Ming Dynasty was easy, so it didn't matter if we kept you trash. The worst thing we could do was build two less palaces."

"But what about now? How tense is Da Ming's life? You trash don't want to share his worries for Da Ming, but you still want to suck Da Ming's blood?"

Speaking of this, Zhu Cihong showed a sneering expression on his face: "The relatives are all fucking and still have the fifth service. How many of you bastards are in the fifth service with me? There is absolutely no room for negotiation on this matter. Now, get out of here!"

Zhu Cihong's words were so loud that everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Opposite Zhu Cihong, Fu Wang Zhu Yousong's face also changed drastically.

He really didn't expect that Zhu Cihong's attitude would be so firm in the face of so many clans coming together to exert pressure!
The clan was also in chaos, and many people's eyes fell on Zhu Yousong.

At this moment, Zhu Yousong has become their last life-saving straw.

Zhu Yousong naturally knew this very well. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, you..."

boom!
A bullet passed by Zhu Yousong's side, which frightened Zhu Yousong so much that he yelled and burrowed into the carriage.

Zhu Cixiang glanced at the general of the Imperial Guard not far away: "What are you still doing? These guys dared to surround the imperial city and attack the palace gate. They have already committed a serious crime! I will capture them all and put them in the prison of Beizhili Prefecture to live." Interrogate and see if there is any hostile force behind it!"

The general couldn't hold back for a long time, and after Zhu Cihong's order, he naturally obeyed the order, shouting for his subordinates to start arresting people.

Thousands of imperial guards rushed over directly, like a tiger entering a herd of sheep, and arrested all these clans one by one.

For a time, the square outside the palace gate was filled with cries, and all kinds of begging for mercy and curses were also heard.

"Zhu Cihong, you are simply Ying Zheng, Yang Guang!"

"Fu Wang save me!"

"Lord Fan, save me!"

Fan Jingwen was dumbfounded watching this scene.

It took a while for Fan Jingwen to come back to his senses, and subconsciously moved forward, wanting to go to Zhu Cihong's side to intercede with the clan.But he was stopped by the British public who had just arrived.

Fan Jingwen was stunned: "Prince Yingying, you..."

The Duke of England said softly: "Master Fan, this is the family affairs of the Zhu family, what are we doing with it?"

Fan Jingwen wanted to say something else, but Li Banghua coughed and suddenly said with a smile: "The show is over, everyone, go back to work."

Several ministers and servants smiled at the same time and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, back to work!"

"Hey, the old man's budget for this year hasn't been made yet."

"Master Li, what happened to the matter that we two took the lead that I told you the day before yesterday?"

Fan Jingwen watched helplessly as these colleagues hooked their shoulders and walked away without looking back, he couldn't help but laugh.

The British Duke laughed, and patted Fan Jingwen on the shoulder: "Let's go, Master Fan. By the way, I also want to discuss with you. Why hasn't the Ministry of War allocated funds to your Ministry of Households last month?"

Fan Jingwen glanced at the arresting scene not far away, where there were still crying fathers and mothers, and stroked his beard.

"No money!"

After saying that, Fan Jingwen turned around and left.

The British public was in a hurry and went directly to catch up.

"If you don't have money, you have to give me an explanation. Mr. Fan, stop here and don't run away!"

When Zhu Cixiang heard what the British Duke said, he turned around and saw the British Duke chasing Fan Jingwen. He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and smile.

"Old Fang, go back to the palace, there is nothing more to do with me here."

Fang Gongqian immediately drove back when he heard the words, but he was still a little worried.

"Your Highness, if His Majesty finds out about this, I'm afraid there will be some trouble."

Zhu Cixi laughed when he heard this.

"Father is the emperor, how could he not know about this?"

(End of this chapter)