The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

The Mishui River is rich in water, and its water potential rises very fast, filling the dam soon. However, 2 people are still raising and strengthening the dam to carry more water, like 15 people in the same barrier lake.

Wang Yi was at a high place, watching the dam and the formation of the barrier lake, and asked Hou Kuan, the butler beside him: "This, can Jiajing be drowned?"

Hou Kuan said triumphantly: "My lord, have you heard the story of Guan Yu's flooding of the Seventh Army? The guards around Jiajing are at least tens of thousands of elites. Even if we do our calculations with our hearts or our minds, we may not be able to win. What's more, we are rebels. Rebellion, the following will conquer the top, the name is wrong, and the words are not right. I will definitely not win. But it happens that the Chengtian Mansion is low-lying. If we use this Sushui River to save enough water, we can release the water to flood the Seventh Army, allowing the Jiajing fleet and Chengtian Mansion , and became bastards together!"

In the end, his eyes were full of fierceness.

You know, the population of Chengtian Mansion is hundreds of thousands, plus Jiajing's dragon boat fleet, as well as the refugees from Sichuan, the total number is probably a million.

If the Weishui River dams up, the barrier lake collapses, and the Weishui River immediately forms a flood peak and flows down the river, millions of people will suffer.

But King Yi didn't care.

The tyrannical gene of the Zhu family in his blood has awakened, he laughed loudly and patted Hou Kuan and said, "Great plan! Great plan!"

Hou Kuan said flatteringly: "At that time, the prince will command [-] elites and take a boat down the river. It will be easy to silence everyone and get the emperor's seal and edict. Then plant and frame them to the supervisor who stayed in Beijing. Prince, say that he killed Jiajing. King Yi, you can play the banner of the Qing emperor and launch another battle of Jingnan, then you can wipe out all dissatisfied people, and become the emperor!"

Yi Wang laughed out loud, full of anticipation.

Here, one problem can be explained. Zhu Di's rebellion really set a very bad precedent for his children and grandchildren.

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Jiajing arrived at the altar of the ceremony.

This altar was ordered to be built by him before the southern tour, and it was completed three months ago.

Sure enough, the altar stood on the peak of Xianglong Mountain. It was very magnificent, with a height of tens of meters. It was all carved from white marble, like a place of immortals in the clouds.

Jiajing was also very popular with poetry. He wrote poems and wrote Fu: "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand. Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the people in the sky."

Chen Hong on the side applauded desperately: "Good poems, good poems! Your Majesty has a great literary talent!"

Everyone: "..." You won, and we just quietly watched you two pretend to be aggressive.

Feeling the gazes around him, Jiajing's old face turned red, and he turned back to scold Chen Hong from embarrassment: "Good poetry, shit, this is Li Bai's poem, you ignorant slave!"

"Yes, the younger one is ignorant..." Chen Hong laughed dryly: "Your Majesty, please go this way!"

He took Jiajing to the altar, as if he was afraid that Jiajing would change his mind at the last moment, and Yan Song or Lu Bing would pay homage on his behalf.

The memorial ceremony for the Three Emperors and Five Emperors is about to begin.

The people below were surrounded by the elders and folks of Chengtian Mansion, discussing one by one.

"Look, the emperor is about to start the sacrifice of the Three Sovereigns and Five Sovereigns."

"The emperor really has the demeanor of an ancient benevolent monarch."

"Our Anlu can produce a Jiajing emperor, it is really a blessing."

Hearing the flattery of the folks, Jiajing was even more complacent. His face was flushed after taking the medicine, and he stood at the top of the altar and began to shake his head and recite the memorial articles for the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors aloud. His energy was really fluttering Desire to be immortal, as if to communicate with the sage Renjun.

If he had read these articles in the past, he probably would have given up his career long ago, but today he is very excited.

Just when Jiajing's pretentious ceremony entered the climax, bursts of loud cries suddenly came from nowhere.

Jiajing was in high spirits, and was very upset when someone interrupted him. A pair of gloomy dragon eyes looked down at the altar.

"Who's making noise?"

He was condescending, but saw a spectacular scene.

Hundreds of thousands of disaster victims, dressed in rags and tatters, helped the old and the young, and came up, crying loudly: "Your Majesty, we are the victims of the Sichuan flood. We have no food to eat. I beg you!" Elderly people provide food for disaster relief."

"Yeah, we have no way to survive. Please also ask for the emperor's grace!"

"Give me something to eat!"

Jiajing was dumbfounded, with a bewildered expression on his face.

Yan Song and Lu Bing looked at 513 at each other.

Unexpectedly, these victims were so powerful that they broke through the troops sent by the Chief Secretary of Sichuan to stop them and still came here.

The messenger of the Sichuan chief envoy rushed under the altar with a face of embarrassment, and muttered to Yan Song: "My lord has tried his best, but he still can't stop these victims. It seems that some of them are instigating, and the victims insist on When they came to the emperor's altar, they thought that otherwise they would not be able to get relief, even if my lord put the precious rice in front of them, they still remained unmoved."

Yan Song frowned, Lu Bing lost his composure, and commanded Jin Yiwei to shout: "There are so many victims, how can it be proper to be so noisy? The emperor's grand ceremony has been disturbed! Come on, persuade the victims to leave! No way!" Get closer to the altar!"

Jin Yiwei acted immediately to stop the victims.

But the number of victims is too many, tens of 10, and many of them have ulterior motives and make various provocations.

"Only when we see the emperor make a big mess, can we survive!"

"These royal guards don't let us get close to the emperor, they obviously don't want to rescue us!"

"We just want to have something to eat! Why don't you let us see the emperor?"

Hundreds of thousands of disaster victims were coerced by others, and they rushed to the altar like a tide.

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Chapter 351 Assassination! 【4】

Refugees broke through the barriers and came surging.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, Chen Hong, the eunuch who was in charge of guarding the imperial guards, stood up and shouted at the tens of thousands of guarding guards: "You all have nothing to eat? Why don't you hurry up and stop these troublemakers? What if They rushed up and disturbed the grand ceremony, and all of you will fall to the ground!"