Who is not afraid of death?

Maybe there is.

However, Zhu Gaosui obviously did not reach that level at this moment. His face was defeated, his eyes dissipated and despaired, and he fell down. King Zhao, who was once arrogant, now had no energy.

Like ordinary people.

The halo on his body also disappeared at this moment - in fact, it is understandable that no matter how noble a person comes to heaven and earth, everyone is the same, and when he leaves, he comes, and when he goes, he can't take away any good things to the bottom of the spring.

However, when they left, some people were silent all their lives, and later generations did not know that such a person had existed, while others left a gorgeous rainbow in this world hanging in history books.

This is also the dream pursued by countless people - leaving a name in history.

As a movie says: human death is not the end, real death is the complete forgetting of the living.

Tang Qingshan next to him sighed secretly.

He thought Zhu Gaosui would lose his pride and self-esteem as a vassal king next, and would lie at the feet of dusk like a dog falling into the water and beg him for mercy.

After all, not everyone can die calmly.

The dusk also sighed secretly.

pity.

Heroes are not that easy to do after all, and their backbone is worthless in the face of death.

but--

Both he and Tang Qingshan were wrong.

After a brief period of fear and despair, Zhu Gaosui's face gradually became firmer, and his eyes once again rose, and his eyes were sharply staring at the dusk, "Do you want me to commit suicide?"

Silence is silent at dusk.

Zhu Gaosui sneered, "I know what you think. If I die under the ravine and pass it back to Shuntian, my father will have to investigate this matter, but if I commit suicide, you will be easy to operate on this matter and can stay out of it."

Sunset shook his head and sighed, "If I had known today, why should I have been there?"

Zhu Gaosui stood up slowly, held the sword in his hand, raised his head, and laughed at the sky with a long laugh. Then he looked at the dusk with contempt, "You won. Although I know your intentions, I am not willing to exchange my demeanor for your passiveness on my father's side. Since I will die sooner or later, I cannot let the three words Zhu Gaosui become a laughing stock, but I believe that sooner or later, the father will still use your head to offer wine in front of my grave!"

Down breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really worried that Zhu Gaosui was unwilling to commit suicide, as that would lead to extremely troublesome follow-up, and it might even lead to a complete break between him and Zhu Di.

So the dusk is actually gambling.

The bet Zhu Gaosui has always been invincible on the battlefield to raise the arrogance of a victorious vassal king. Such arrogance made Zhu Gaosui not allow him to die under the scattered swords of a group of miscellaneous soldiers.

The dusk bet won.

Zhu Gaosui, the King of Zhao who had left a strong pen in history, had not had time to rebel in his life, but he committed suicide in this vast land before he could even rebel.

The long sword in his hand suddenly rotated, cutting off the throat and artery.

Blood gushed.

Before falling to the ground, Zhu Gaosui was not in pain or fear. He just looked at the dusk indifferently and struggled to say, "I'll wait for you first and wait for you below... At dusk, you will definitely die under my father's knife!"

but.

Just as Zhu Gaosui's consciousness gradually became blurred, he heard a familiar roar coming from a distance, with a sharp and anxious voice. When he heard it, he was the voice of the eunuch: "Your Highness, King Zhao, don't panic, I am here!"

Zheng He!

Zhu Gaosui suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at the dusk.

Hate is like a mountain.

At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of Dusk urging him to commit suicide - Dusk already knew that Zheng He was coming, so he forced himself to commit suicide, and committed suicide in front of Zheng He's eyes.

He was touched by his words again.

Zhu Gaosui thought of what he said when he first saw Dusk. Could it be that he could really predict the unknown?

pity……

Powerless to turn the world back.

Zhu Gaosui opened his eyes angrily and stared at the dusk, muttering a few words in his throat: Dog day scholar, I day you are immortal Banban!

Then he died.

Die with your eyes open.

Xun looked at Zhu Gaosui's corpse and remained silent for a long time. Until Zheng He rushed over and sighed, Xun didn't say a word, "The king succeeded and the king lost, but it was a pity that a generation of Zhao Kings."

He has the identity of the Zhu family royal family and the Jingnan martial arts. Standing in his position, he has a starting point like him, and in conjunction with the subsequent actions of the Ming Dynasty and the prosperous era created by himself and Zhu Di, he, King Zhao, Zhu Gaosui, could have become the king of Korea and Japan, and became a shining star hanging in the long river of history.

However... he stood in the wrong team.

Who should I blame?

No one blames it, he takes it upon himself. If he really wants to blame it, he will blame the imperial power.

He started to set out before winter and came to Changping around the Spring Festival. He hurried to find Zheng He who was in the evening to ask about the naval steel warships.

But he never expected that at the same time as he saw dusk, he also saw the scene of King Zhao of the Ming Dynasty committing suicide.

This is a big deal.

The death of the vassal kings was not uncommon in the Ming Dynasty.

But King Zhao was very unusual.

Thinking about excluding the interests of the throne, from the perspective of emotions alone, King Zhao Zhu Gaosui was His Majesty’s favorite and doting youngest son, and His Majesty is now old, which means that His Majesty has to bear the sorrow of a white-haired man giving away a black-haired man.

And Your Majesty is not an ordinary father.

He is the emperor and the common ruler of the Ming Dynasty.

His words can determine the life and death of thousands of people. Now his most doting young son dies on this vast land. The key is that you can't say that he is dying in battle...

In this way, how do you think Your Majesty will deal with it?

When the king got angry, he blew and drifted for ten miles.

It's finished.

This time, Urianha will be subjected to the thunderous wrath of Emperor Yongle. At least thousands of people are present, and at most the entire Urianha area will be subject to the storm of the Iron Cavalry of the Ming Dynasty.

At that time, not to mention that the Changping General Secretary will be held accountable for the Dusk, it may be a serious crime of extermination. Even if you are not careful, you will be implicated.

Zheng He looked at Zhu Gaosui's body, his thoughts were stunned.

Not far away, Sangtuo and Hulanbat had already received instructions from dusk. While Zhu Gaosui committed suicide and fell to the ground, he led his subordinates to retreat silently.

When will you not leave now?

Do you have to wait until you can catch it before leaving? It will be too late.

Zhu Yang was symbolically roaring to avenge Zhu Gaosui, and led his men to chase him for dozens of miles - in fact, he was also avoiding this scene. The less he knew, the more conducive it would be to subsequent review.

The two or three hundred people who followed Zheng He ignored the retreat because they did not receive Zheng He's order.

The grassland is very quiet.

It started snowing again.

After a long time, Zheng He raised his head and looked at the sky, reached out to take a few snowflakes, and said meaningfully: "It's snowing again. It's snowing day, is it really so suitable for killing people?"
Chapter completed!