Signed to Zhu Cihong, Prince of the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 332 Chapter 332, Zhu Cihong meets Fu Wang again, Zhu Yousong breaks the defense with two sentences
Unlike other dynasties, the three chariots of the Ming Dynasty were the emperor, the supervisor of rituals and the cabinet.

Needless to say, the emperor was the lord of the Ming Dynasty, and the supervisor of ceremonies was the emperor's close person, so he was naturally inclined to the imperial power, while the cabinet, as the spokesperson of the official class, was more inclined to the official class, and the three parties formed a dynamic game.

When the troika reached a consensus and acted in unison, the power that erupted was undoubtedly very astonishing.

In just one day, another group of criminals were arrested in Beijing.

In this regard, the common people in the capital were nothing more than gloating, and said a few words with emotion, "I already knew that these guys have problems, and dare to resist His Highness the Crown Prince? I really want to die."

But what the common people don't know is that what happened this time is actually completely different from the last clan riot.

Fu Wang Zhu Yousong sat in the carriage, watching the approaching Beijing city through the window, with a dull expression on his face.

Zhu Yousong certainly hopes to return to Beijing, but definitely not in this way.

All of Zhu Yousong's followers have been taken to the capital prison. Now he only has a team of extremely elite Dongchang fans around him to ensure that the Fu King will not escape or be killed.

Zhu Yousong's eyes fell on Fang Gongqian not far away, with an extremely resentful expression in his eyes.

"This damned running dog! If this king is able to get out of trouble one day, he will definitely crush your entire family surnamed Fang!"

Fang Gongqian suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhu Yousong. Zhu Yousong was startled, and quickly closed the window of the carriage, not daring to look out again.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped.

Fang Gongqian's voice sounded again: "My lord can come out now."

Zhu Yousong remained motionless.

With a bang, the car door was pushed open forcefully, and a black gun barrel stretched out from the outside, pointing at Zhu Yousong.

"My lord can come out now." Fang Gongqian's voice was still so calm.

Zhu Yousong was silent for a few seconds and began to move his body.

Soon, Zhu Yousong got out of the carriage.

Seeing the buildings in front of him, Zhu Yousong was taken aback for a moment.

He was not sent to the prison, but was sent directly to the Daming Palace.

Fang Gonggan held a musket in his hand, and raised the barrel of the gun to Zhu Yousong with a smirk: "My lord, go in, His Royal Highness is still waiting for you."

Zhu Yousong moved into Duanben Palace step by step, and saw Zhu Cihong.

Zhu Cihong was eating.

Zhu Yousong took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and saluted Zhu Cihong: "I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince."

Zhu Cihong nodded, and said, "Come here, bring another pair of bowls and chopsticks to King Fu. King Fu, you are hungry after traveling all the way, let's eat something with Bengong."

Zhu Yousong was a little dazed, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only sit down.

Soon someone served Zhu Yousong the bowls and chopsticks, and of course the food.

Zhu Yousong inspected these meals intently, and found that they were some very simple home-cooked dishes, which obviously did not match his status as a prince.

Zhu Yousong subconsciously looked up at Zhu Cihong who was not far away, and then he found that the food in front of Zhu Cihong was also the same.

Zhu Yousong's expression suddenly became a little complicated.

Zhu Cihong looked at Zhu Yousong, and said with a smile: "Why, I'm not used to it? My father has been practicing strict thrift recently, so naturally as a prince, he must obey his father's teachings."

Zhu Yousong nodded and picked up the chopsticks.

Although it is a home-cooked dish, it is made by the royal chef after all, so the taste is naturally much better than that of ordinary people.

But Zhu Yousong obviously didn't have the intention to eat, so the food tasted the same.

After a while, Zhu Cihong put down his chopsticks and burped with satisfaction.

Zhu Yousong also put down his chopsticks.

Zhu Cihong looked at Zhu Yousong and said, "Why did you collude with Jiannu?"

Zhu Yousong was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't."

Zhu Cilang said: "Of course you have. Wang Dayu has already been captured by this palace. The cabinet has already started to convene the three divisions to interrogate, and the supervisor of ceremonies and Dongchang will assist. All things will come to light within a few days."

Zhu Yousong's body shook visibly, and his face became pale.

Zhu Cihong looked at Zhu Yousong, and said patiently, "Why did you collude with Jiannu?"

Zhu Yousong said nothing.

Zhu Cihong chuckled, and said: "Actually, I know it even if you don't say it. It's just that your father wanted to fight for the throne and didn't fight for the emperor's grandfather, so you don't accept it, right?"

Zhu Yousong still didn't speak.

Zhu Cihong's smile became more and more intense: "Maybe you don't know, in this world, if it's not yours, it really isn't yours, because your Fu Wang lineage just doesn't have this fate, understand?"

Zhu Yousong's body shook violently, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Who said we don't have this fate? It's just, it's just... bad luck!"

Zhu Cihong laughed loudly: "Bad luck? You are such a silly boy. Let me tell you, why did the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty support my grandpa instead of your father? Is it really because my grandpa is the eldest son?"

"Don't forget, when the emperor's grandfather was made the crown prince, my emperor's uncle was also made the emperor's grandson at the same time!"

When Zhu Cihong said this, he looked at Zhu Yousong mockingly: "So, it was my grandpa and uncle who defeated you and your father, understand? It's not only your father who failed, but also you!"

As if being hit hard, Zhu Yousong suddenly yelled: "Stop talking!"

Zhu Yousong crouched on the ground with his head in his arms.

Zhu Cixiang looked at Zhu Yousong in front of him and shook his head in disappointment.

This is the first emperor of Nanming in history?
It's no wonder that Nanming couldn't sustain it like the Southern Song Dynasty. Don't look at Zhao Gou who has been scolded for hundreds of thousands of years. Compared with Zhu Yousong, he doesn't know how much stronger he is.

At least people still know how to reuse Yue Fei, right?

Zhu Cihong lost interest in continuing to talk with Zhu Yousong, and with a wave of his hand, Fang Gongqian immediately understood, and called several palace guards to drag Zhu Yousong away.

Zhu Cihong sat quietly for a while, waiting for Fang Gongqian to reappear, and then spoke slowly.

"After the conversation just now, I can basically conclude that Zhu Yousong cannot be the main messenger. The next focus is on the relationship network of the eight Shanxi merchants in Beijing, understand?"

Fang Gongqian should be respectful, and then retreated.

Zhu Cihong was silent for a long time, then sighed softly.

"This Daming is really a mess that has been infiltrated everywhere."

Zhu Cihong thought that he was successful enough to be a tinkerer in the past few years, but he didn't expect to turn around and see that this Ming Dynasty was as rotten as a fishing net, with meshes everywhere!

Really tired.

(End of this chapter)