Chapter 188

Chen Hong froze upon hearing this.

"You..."

A sharp "Smack!" rang out.

Zhu Di's large palm slapped across Chen Hong's face.

"I ask you a question, you must answer!"

Before Chen Hong could even come to his senses.

Zhu Di slapped Chen Hong's face again with his large palm.

"Speak, yes!"

Chen Hong's eyes bulged round.

Looking at Zhu Di in disbelief, he stammered

"You, you..."

Seeing Zhu Di's hand raised high.

Chen Hong blurted out

"Yes!"

123, Yang Tinghe: It's over, the Emperor went out for a round and went mad!

During the Zhengde era.

On the Xuanfu grasslands.

For the batch of pills he had just produced.

Jiajing sprinted toward the distant Xuanfu City as if injected with adrenaline.

Before Jiajing could run far.

A sound of hoofbeats came from the distance.

Jiajing's heart immediately gave a "thump".

Could it be that he ran into the Tatars?

He glanced around at his own attire.

Only then did Jiajing sober up slightly.

Fortunately, he had no habit of wearing the dragon robe!

Unexpectedly, that cavalry unit surrounded Jiajing anyway.

The old Daoist Priest looked up in confusion.

Immediately, he saw a familiar face.

—Jiang Bin!

In history.

After Zhu Houzhao's death, Jiang Bin was stripped of military power, imprisoned in the sixteenth year of Zhengde, and only executed after Jiajing ascended the throne.

That is to say.

Executing Jiang Bin.

was the first official matter Jiajing handled since ascending the throne.

"Jiang Bin...?"

Jiajing murmured softly.

At that moment, Jiang Bin also jumped off his horse and knelt on one knee.

"Your subject arrived late to protect Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Jiajing then remembered.

At this moment, he had already become the face of his cousin.

Looking at Jiang Bin before him.

Jiajing helplessly sighed again.

"Bring the horse."

Riding a horse is better than walking on foot.

Although Jiajing had lived in seclusion in the deep palace for nearly ten years.

he still knew how to ride.

In the Ming Dynasty, although some Emperors were rather lazy.

the skills of riding and archery were still mandatory to learn.

The old crooked tree where Zhu Youjian hanged himself was actually the place where Ming Emperors practiced riding and archery.

Although he had not ridden a horse for several decades.

After climbing onto the horse, Jiajing quickly adapted.

He galloped straight for Xuanfu.

By the time he returned to Xuanfu.

Jiajing's old face had already turned iron-green.

If he rode any further, Jiajing would probably vomit right on the horse.

As soon as he arrived at Xuanfu.

Jiajing saw another old acquaintance.

—Gu Dayong.

Fortunately, Jiajing had seen all these people before.

Thus, they all recognized him, and no one noticed any flaw.

But even so, Gu Dayong, Zhang Yong, and Jiang Bin all sensed that the aura of this "young Son of Heaven" before them had changed slightly.

The moment they saw Jiajing.

Gu Dayong immediately ran over.

"Your Majesty, I've held all the officials back beyond the pass—this time, Your Majesty can play outside as long as you like!"

Jiajing walked steadily toward the carriage in the distance.

Only after climbing into the carriage did Jiajing speak two words.

"Return to the capital!"

At these words.

Zhang Yong, Jiang Bin, and Gu Dayong all froze in place.

Gu Dayong, his heart aching, looked at Jiajing and asked,

"Your Majesty, have you been injured? Don't scare your servant!"

Jiajing ignored Gu Dayong.

He casually tapped the wooden side of the carriage with his hand.

A sharp "tap~" echoed.

Then he fell silent.

An inexplicable pressure instantly surged over the three men's hearts.

Gu Dayong didn't pause to think.

He immediately climbed onto the driver's seat and cracked his Ma Bian across the horse's rump.

The horse, stung by pain, began to move the carriage forward slowly.

Zhang Yong mounted his horse.

He rode ahead to clear the way.

The gates of Fucheng.

The tightly shut city gates slowly opened.

A carriage slowly rolled out.

Grand Secretary Liang Chu, upon seeing this, immediately stepped forward to advise.

Before he could speak,

Zhang Yong, riding his horse, shouted loudly,

"The Son of Heaven's decree: return to the capital!"