Emotions can actually infect people, especially at this time, so countless people pushed towards the new army in Zhenguo.

Faced with the extremely excited people, the new army of Zhenguo still walked over silently, without looking sideways, as if isolated from this fanatical world, which made the guards guards garrisoned on both sides of the country suddenly feel embarrassed. The guards had to "fight" with the crowd and push them back with great strength, but the crowd is like waves. How can the thin guards resist it? So more guards roared in a hurry.

But at this moment, the cheers stopped suddenly.

I saw a carriage passing slowly, and the curtains on the carriage were opened. Behind the huge crystal glass on both sides of the carriage was a boy.

The boy was sitting on the sofa in the car, with a solemn expression on his face, which made people feel extremely dignified. This person was Zhu Houzhao.

Although he couldn't make fun at ease, Zhu Houzhao still looked at both sides curiously. Seeing these excited people, Zhu Houzhao couldn't help feeling excited.

He was particularly excited, but if it were the past, he had already done countless extraordinary actions, but today, he was sitting in the car with a rare honest and dignified look. His expression was very confusing, because at this moment, he looked a little majestic, and it was really like that. I believe that if the officials saw him at this time, they would definitely feel that the little emperor was completely different from the past.

But Zhu Houzhao did not help but show this expression. At this moment, countless thoughts were wandering around his mind like a lantern. He thought of Emperor Taizu Gao, Emperor Wen, and their return again and again. This was probably what he was like. He should be arrogant without anger and should have the demeanor of the emperor. The carriage was very sealed, but cheers were still heard. His eyes suddenly felt a little wet, and he was a little moved. This kind of emotion came more from himself.

Zhu Houzhao always felt that he was alone, no one understood him, and no one paid attention to what he was thinking in his heart. He always had a stern gentleman who told him what he should do and what he should not do. He felt like a puppet, and never could do what he wanted to do. The countless rules and regulations around him were like the magnificent Forbidden City. Every forbidden area had a high-sounding reason, which tied his hands and feet.

He fought again and again, but soon he was bounced back under greater pressure. So he gave up on himself and did all kinds of nonsense. After all, he was just a child who wanted to attract attention. What he recognized and his ideas were just a joke in the eyes of people.

Many times, even Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but become suspicious. His personality became changeable and unpredictable, so he didn't care about being confused. If you say you, I will be my own. I am such a person, and I will be a fool.

But now, when he saw many people in tears, saw many people cheering at him, and saw countless people reaching out to his carriage. Then, when they confirmed that this was his carriage, the cheers suddenly stopped, but Zhu Houzhao could still see the excitement that was beyond words. So along the way, the crowds of people were like big waves, and the crowds of people were hanging down, and countless people bowed to the ground and shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live along the way over, as he walked over and said, "Long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live along..."

"Long live my emperor!"

Zhu Houzhao listened to these words, and even looked at these people reluctantly with his eyes blinking. He had heard countless words about Long Live My Emperor before, but none of them made him feel sincere and sincere as it is now.

When the carriage passed, more people bowed down like waves, and the huge sound of long live even made the carriage feel shaken.

Zhu Houzhao clearly listened to the crowd's shouts. He looked straight at these people. Some were ragged clothes, some looked rich, some were scholars wearing turbans, some were low-ranking monks whom Zhu Houzhao despisedly called bald donkeys, and even little kids who were strapped on their necks and riding on their father's heads. Countless people's heads drooped heavily, and the sound of long live from the street to the end of the alley.

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Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but clench his fists. He suddenly thought, I was actually doing the right thing. My people originally needed nothing to be a dignified and decent saint lord who hid in the Forbidden City. What they wanted was that when disaster came, someone was willing to stand up to protect them. What they wanted was that when the barbarians attacked, they should not listen to the hopes of the ministers in the court. The emperor they wanted was clearly the one who could be at the forefront and shelter them from the wind and rain.

Thinking of the fact that he had secretly ran out of the Forbidden City and rushed to Tianjin, he did the right thing in his mood to fight the Folang Jiren to the end with Ye Chunqiu, so he got everything he had so sincere now.

These long live voices are not decorated at all. They are not like those ministers, who always shake their heads and pull their words and beautiful words in a bunch of flowers, nor are the eunuchs who bow their knees and servile faces. Even if Zhu Houzhao is childish, he knows that this simple long live voice is from the heart.

At this moment, Zhu Houzhao wanted to cry. His eyes were slightly red, but he was still sitting in the car dignified and solemnly because he knew that he could never cry at this time. He was the protector of the people and the father of his subjects, so he still sat upright, with a little wet under his eyes. But at this moment, his eyes were firm, and finally... he felt that he had realized the "low-mindedness" and found a path he thought was right. He even thought that I was not the late emperor, and I should not imitate Emperor Taizu Gao and Emperor Wen. I am me.

"I am I!" As if he was acknowledging himself, he murmured to himself in a low voice.

Behind Zhu Houzhao's car is Ye Chunqiu's car.

Ye Chunqiu did not show off this, so he pulled up the curtain of the car, so the whole car was covered tightly.
Chapter completed!