eurekapd Chapter 208 My name is,
Chapter 208 My name is,
The two newly married princesses who were caught in the big net will return to Peking with their husbands soon.
One was to attend his brother's funeral, and the other was to escape disaster.
Anyone with a brain would think about it and would blame Zhu Yunwen for the attack on Prince Yan's Mansion.
After all, Zhu Di's second son, whom he nominally loved the most, really died.
Even if it was the eldest son who died, the literati and poets in Nanjing and the civil servants who had nothing to do but talk about the Zhu family's jokes would have another wave of conspiracy theories.
Zhu Gaoxu had followed Zhu Di in his campaigns since he was a child, and his reputation as Zhu Di's "beloved son", whether it was self-proclaimed or intentionally spread by outsiders, helped him gain the upper hand in the war of public opinion in this round of chess.
Zhu Di's illegitimate access to the throne was a source of worry for him until his death.
Later, an unfilial descendant changed his posthumous title from "Emperor Taizong Wen of the Ming Dynasty" to "Emperor Chengzu", which was only one character different from Li Shimin.
If the spiritual energy of the Ming Dynasty could be revived a little more, Zhang Zhiwei felt that Zhu Di would be able to resurrect on the spot, kick the coffin, and eat the damn child alive.
If Zhu Di's accession to the throne was legitimate, then Zhu Gaochi would be even more legitimate. And her ascension to the throne as a female emperor was a little bit unorthodox for that era, so the doubts she faced would not be too great.
The Qing Dynasty was just a chaos among the Manchus, but if a female emperor ascended the throne in the Ming Dynasty, the rats in Jiangdong would probably go crazy first.
Therefore, Zhang Zhiwei needed these two emperors to carefully manage the team, and she would be in charge behind the scenes.
When you ascend the throne in the future, the court and the people's hearts will be extremely stable.
Help her to unify East Asia once again and then turn her attention to the world.
Britain, the sun never sets, she's here again.
After four hundred years, what do you look like now?
Don't worry, there will be no more War of the Roses in your land this time.
The consciousness of national unity was brewing during the rule of the Ming Dynasty.
In less than a few hundred years, the tributary rule established in this way would allow the establishment of direct counties in Europe, right?
Should we call it the Chinese English tribe or the Welsh tribe? Or should we simply call it the Rose tribe? A new species named after the national flower is also a good summary.
Ahem, I thought too far.
The first head-on confrontation is about to begin, but you can't be too distracted.
Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes and moved his hands as if he was playing a guqin in the air.
Night is the carnival time for the dead.
Inside Prince Yan's mansion, even the summer insects fell silent. There was no movement at all in the empty mansion. Even the wind blowing the candlelight seemed to have stopped.
Zhang Baiyu slept soundly according to his biological clock.
But when her murderous perception forcibly woke her up, and she stood up in a trance and looked around in a daze, her life no longer belonged to her own.
The blood-stained silk threads sparkled in the faint moonlight.
In just a moment, the silk thread began to slowly retract and retreat into Zhang Baiyu's body little by little, and the blood on the ground was also recovered as if time was flowing backwards.
The white silk thread gradually wrapped Zhang Baiyu into a huge cocoon, and small and lovely seedlings broke out of the soil on the white cocoon.
Slowly, the white cocoon became smaller and smaller, and was replaced by a sapling that gradually merged into one, blossomed and bore fruit - a Zhang Baiyu wearing underwear sat on the bed again.
Her pupils, which should have been dilated, refocused, and her eyeballs rolled around in her eye sockets for a dozen times before finally finding their place.
She raised her limbs and twisted them randomly, making crisp sounds. She twisted her neck 360 degrees and uttered four tones of "ahhhhhh"...
Then she looked around, called the maid to drink a pot of water in Zhang Baiyu's voice, and then fell down and continued to sleep.
In the room, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
But since tonight, the smell of incense in Zhang's room has become stronger.
……
Guo Qing, who lived in a large courtyard on the west side of Prince Yan's Mansion, did not have as good a sleep as Zhang Baiyu.
She has been feeling very anxious since nightfall today.
The abnormalities in Prince Yan's Mansion that made her unable to ignore made her alert with all her concentration.
How strong must the enemy be to have such a sense of oppression...
If death had a smell, Guo Qing felt that the air she smelled now must be it.
Is it the unscrupulous Ma Qingye?
It must be her.
Ma Qingye was filled with the aura of death, and even though he had never practiced this kind of mysterious technique, he could feel it.
She actually took advantage of this moment to attack me? !
At this time, the news of Zhu Gaoxu's death had not yet reached the Prince of Yan's Mansion. Guo Qing's own intelligence network had long been disconnected, and the technological system had not been opened to cyber. She simply did not have the means to get the latest information in the first place.
She just felt that the current situation was extremely ridiculous.
She opened up her mind-reading abilities.
Through the prompts of ability use, it can detect the enemy within a half-mile radius, that is, a circle with a diameter of 250 meters.
but……
Dead people don't have thoughts.
The same goes for puppets.
Relying on the instincts gained from so many years of experience in the dungeon, the moment the ghost jumped over the threshold without warning and rushed into the house, Guo Qing quickly transformed and suppressed it with firepower.
A photon cannon, as the name suggests, is a particle accelerator cannon that reaches the speed of light.
The core theory of the photon cannon is to make the ballistic speed of heavy ions reach a diffusion speed almost equal to the speed of light, causing damage by heating the target.
According to the formula Hr=P/k*Pd*R2... (ps, this is a serious formula, please write it down in your time travel notebook)
All in all, it has a powerful killing effect on ghosts and monsters.
The high-temperature cannons that protrude from the mechanized arms are like a direct confrontation with the positive sun wave for the melted ghosts.
Ghosts are afraid of light, and so are corpses.
When the ghost disappeared, the death energy was transmitted back to the Nanjing City Lord's formation according to the formation, flickering, and was absorbed by Ma Qingye immediately. She clearly saw the ghost's death replay in front of her eyes.
"Damn it!"
Why do they all seem to be incompatible with her?
It's fine to have a puppeteer, but this bit of technology has to be related to "light" and "heat", right?
The scheming rats in the gutter, plus this annoying firepower.
No matter what, Guo must be buried here today! ??????
Ma Qing also took a deep breath and gathered her energy, and a thick gray aura rose up around her body.
As her energy accumulated more and more, in this pure deathly aura, one could even see terrifying human faces and spine-tingling screams.
"Blood and flesh are weak, sand gathers to form a sea, extract essence to temper bones..."
As the spells were chanted, a blood-drawn array gradually took shape in front of Ma Qingye.
A tall, ferocious but stylish body, which was very different from a zombie, stood in the center of the formation.
"You will obey my orders immediately, eliminate the disaster and prove your reputation. My name is, Hou!"