Zhu Cilang felt cold. If there was such an official in the Ming Dynasty, why worry about not destroying the country? Moreover, he was very sure of one thing, such a stupid official was definitely not just Chen Hongji.

At this time, everyone could see that the prince was angry, and all the subordinates around Zhu Cixuan were worried about this foolish prefect. Chen Hongji was probably going to live to the end.

But Chen Hongji himself didn't know that he thought that the young and elegant prince admired him very much, so he said with joy in his heart: "Of course, this must rely on the wise and magical martial arts of the crown prince. When the crown prince comes, the thief will escape after hearing the news. However, the crown prince can set up an altar in the mansion to sacrifice to the heavens, and ask God for blessings and bless me to win the Ming flag."

Zhu Cilang nodded: "It's very true, Prefect Chen is right. I thought that a big pot should be set up in this courtyard and a pot of boiling oil should be boiled in the pot."

Chen Hongji looked shocked and didn't quite understand what the prince said. At this time, the Taoist priests on the platform were still muttering words, and some were squirting flames in their mouths.

These Taoist priests observed their expressions and looked at the prince of the current dynasty. It seemed that the prince was so obsessed with gods. Such sincere believers are rare. If you don’t perform hard, how can you win the favor of the prince?

If the performance was good and the prince was appreciated, he would not have received a lot of rewards. So several Taoist priests spit out clouds and jumped wildly on the stage.

Chen Hongji scratched his head, and suddenly a flash of inspiration: "I understand. Your Highness means setting up an oil pan. Throw the ghosts, monsters, ghosts, and demons into the oil pan and fry them?"

Zhu Cilang nodded again: "What does it mean to explode some villains who paint ghosts? This palace means to blow up a living person to sue God."

The prince is so cruel, Chen Hongji couldn't help but fight a cold war: "This, what the prince's prince is talking about, is it a living person who is fried?"

Zhu Cilang said "yes" and fryed the living person. He sacrificed to heaven and blessed the palace flag to win.

The torture was too cruel, but Chen Hongji wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "There are several death row prisoners in the palace of Weichen. Yes, they can be thrown into the oil pan and worship God."

This time, Zhu Cilang shook his head: "The death row prisoner cannot do it. You have to find an important person. Only when you blow it up can you smell and truly show your sincerity."

At this time, Chen Hongji was obviously a little panicked: "No, I don't know who the Prince wants to blow up?"

Zhu Cixuan pointed at him: "You."

Chen Hongji was so scared that he knelt down with a thud: "Your Highness, you must not be able to do anything. I am not at fault, how can I put it in this oil pan?"

"You are not at fault?" Zhu Cilang suddenly became angry: "You dog official is stupid, with rumors and rumors, fabricated ghosts and gods, pretended to dream, and betray people's hearts. Come and take off his black hat for me, and cut it out of the mansion!"

Kill a prefect?

That's right, the first thing Zhu Cixuan did when he went to the local area was to kill the highest local official and the prefect.

Chen Hongji was so scared that he was scattered. He still didn't know what he had done wrong: "Your Highness, your Highness, your Highness, your Highness, your Highness, your Highness!"

The two soldiers around Zhan Yunpeng went to raise Chen Hongji without saying a word and dragged him out of the yamen.

No one of the officials from the Zhangde Prefecture Office dared to say a word. All the officials in the government office were silent. Two soldiers of the Tiger Army dragged Chen Hongji out of the yamen. Chen Hongji struggled fiercely and screamed: "Give me your life, your Highness, please spare me!"

Who cares about your shouting? The Hu Ben Army is a veteran who has been through the battlefield for a long time and has long been used to life and death. They have always obeyed His Royal Highness the military orders unconditionally. Not to mention killing a prefect, even if they kill a first-rank official, they will not hesitate at all.

"Ah!" With Chen Hongji's scream of abrupt ending, his voice immediately stopped. Everyone knew that a dignified local magistrate was chopped off by the crown prince.

He had not gone through any judgment, legal procedures, and court orders. Zhu Cilang just like this, killing a prefect with just one sentence.

Does he have this right?

The Grand Marshal of the World was in charge of the military and political power of the whole country. At this time, Zhu Cilang had the right to deal with any chief official, let alone a small prefect.

Several Taoist priests who were still dancing their swords just now were so scared that they were stunned. They were stunned and wanted to run away, but they didn't dare. Because they were surrounded by officers and soldiers, and surrounded by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's guards.

The two Hu Ben soldiers who had just left came back at this time, and one of them bowed to Zhu Cixuan: "Your Highness, the magistrate has been sentenced to death."

Zhu Cilang nodded, and only then did he notice the trembling Taoist priests: "You monsters, drag them out, and each of them will hit twenty big boards again."

Twenty big boards are enough for these Taoists to suffer. Forty big boards are either dead or injured, and the taste of twenty big boards naturally means half of your life will be lost.

Several Taoist priests repeated the same words as Chen Hongji: "Your Highness, your Highness, your Highness..."

Sun Wangcai, who was beside Zhu Cilang, pointed to the statue of the god in the government office: "Your Highness, this..."

Zhu Cilang glanced at the statue of the god in the yamen lobby. At this time, the Zhangde Mansion was made like a temple by Chen Hongji. It can be seen how stupid this idiot magistrate is on weekdays.

"It's smashed, it's all for me!"

The soldiers of the Hu Ben Army broke into the government office and smashed it. The entire prefect's office was in a mess.

However, Zhu Cilang was still angry. He wanted to enter Zhangde Mansion and get a trace of useful military information. Unexpectedly, he knew nothing about Li Zicheng's movements.

There was no way. After the vanguard of the Tiger Army entered Zhangde Mansion, Zhu Cixuan had to send spies to inquire about the situation in Kaifeng City.

Three days later, the news came, at least for now, which was good news, Kaifeng City had not yet fallen. Zuo Liangyu fought the most glorious battle in his life, but Li Zicheng did not conquer it.

This is undoubtedly good news for Zhu Cixuan and others. As long as Kaifeng City is thrown away, they will have hope of rescue.

However, this time, I was facing Li Zicheng's 700,000 army and Zhu Cilang's 12th Regiment Battalion. Only the vanguard of the Hu Ben Army arrived at Zhangde Mansion. It would take some time for the follow-up troops to keep up.

The Hu Ben Army was a cavalry of all kinds, with strong mobility. However, the number was too small, only more than 3,000. These three thousand people were like a candle shaking a tree in front of Li Zicheng's 700,000 army.

But Zhu Cilang couldn't wait, and Kaifeng City was at risk of falling. Zhu Cilang was confused and helpless when he was helping Kaifeng.
Chapter completed!