"Who do you call yourself?"
Sitting on the throne, Zhu Yuanzhang, who finally began to face Chu Ze's existence, could not remember his previous self-identification for a while.
This shows how little he valued Chu Ze before.
"Your Majesty, I am a time traveler. It is defined as traveling through time and space."
"Yes, yes, time traveler. You just deliberately miscalculated the inheritance of my Ming Dynasty title. I hope you can use this to attract our attention, right?"
"..."
Listening to Zhu Yuanzhang's questioning, Chu Ze felt speechless for a moment.
I just really don't know the Ming Dynasty's title inheritance model.
However, Chu Ze thought about it and felt that it was quite normal for Zhu Yuanzhang to ask this question.
Emperor Hongwu's suspicion and his desire for control are almost directly proportional.
And Chu Ze did indeed deliberately miscalculate. To put it bluntly, he had expanded the numbers infinitely just to let Zhu Biao and others calculate by themselves.
The results you calculate by yourself are definitely more shocking than what others say.
Didn’t you see, Zhu Biao’s face turned pale with fright when he used the algorithm he just used to deduce the number of descendants of the Ming Dynasty clan in future generations...
"Let me ask you, you are obviously already the successor of my Ming Dynasty. And now you have joined the imperial court. Although you are only a small ninth-grade chief registrar, you have already entered an official career."
"It stands to reason that you have a bright future now. Why do you have to go to the palace and just want to die?"
After seeing Chu Ze's silence, Zhu Yuanzhang did not pay too much attention to this issue.
Regardless of whether Chu Ze had made a miscalculation on purpose or unintentionally about the descendants of the clan.
After all, he has now successfully attracted Zhu Yuanzhang's attention.
Among so many officials in the court and so many clan members in the royal family, no one even noticed this problem, but a young man named Chu Ze directly spoke out about it.
This was enough for Zhu Yuanzhang to look at him differently, but it was one thing to look at him differently. If he couldn't explain why, he would still have to die.
"Hey... Your Majesty, actually I also have my own reasons for having no choice but to live. Who would want to die if I could live!"
"But compared to the painful death in the future, I hope to have a quick death..."
After hearing Zhu Yuanzhang ask why he went to the palace just to seek death.
Chu Ze, who originally looked calm, now had a face on his arm and looked particularly depressed.
As a person of later generations, Chu Ze deeply understood how dangerous it was to be an official during the Hongwu period.
It can be said that the mortality rate of becoming an official in the Hongwu year was definitely higher than that of going to the battlefield.
After traveling through time, when Chu Ze discovered that he had not inherited any memories of his predecessor, he actually felt desperate.
"Stop it, we don't want to hear it now, you always ask for pleasure and other nonsense. We want to know the reason!"
Seeing Chu Ze starting to say "good death" again, Zhu Yuanzhang also frowned deeply.
At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang even felt that the guy in front of him was crazy!
Wouldn't there be something else to say besides seeking death?
You are such a good living person, why do you always think about death?
When he heard Zhu Yuanzhang ask him why he wanted to die, Chu Ze also sighed deeply and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with helplessness in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, let me say it first. I am truly a time traveler. I come from later generations. In other words, my words do not represent my personal thoughts to a large extent. They are simply the evaluation of history by later generations."
"Don't take it too seriously if I say anything unpleasant. Anyway, just treat me as a dead person."
"As I said before, it's true that my body is from this dynasty, but now my soul has become another person."
"And I can't remember a single thing that this body has experienced."
"If this identity is just an ordinary person, maybe the problem is not big. It can be said to be amnesia or something."
"But what is very disappointing is that I was an official during the Hongwu period, and I was also a newly promoted official. However, now, I should have read poetry and books, but I can't even recite a few sentences from the Four Books and Five Classics. "
"Under this situation, if I continue to be an official and suddenly reveal my secret one day and be exposed by a colleague, then what will fall on my head will be the serious crime of malpractice in the imperial examination."
"Besides, there is another problem. People in later generations don't use writing brushes. We have been using pencils, ballpoint pens and the like since childhood."
"It can be said that as soon as I write a word now, I will be exposed immediately... A master who was promoted from a civil servant, but the handwriting written by a dog is uglier than that written by a dog. Do you think this is not enough to kill me? Life?"
After Zhu Yuanzhang heard Chu Ze's words, he squinted at Chu Ze with some doubts.
Finally, he waved his hand to a big man in brocade clothes who had been waiting next to him.
After seeing Zhu Yuanzhang's actions, people around him also understood and arranged for people to send pen, ink, paper and inkstones.
After Chu Ze saw these things, he didn't show much surprise.
Zhu Yuanzhang didn't even need to say anything, he sat directly on the ground, picked up the brush with strange movements, and began to write on the paper in front of him.
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were fixed on his hand holding the pen from beginning to end.
Most people who have never practiced calligraphy have one thing in common.
That is, their hands are not steady enough.
At this moment, Chu Ze, who was holding the brush, had his hands shaking like chaff.
This action is difficult to achieve when deliberately imitating it.
Because this is the body's instinctive reaction.
After just one glance, Zhu Yuanzhang could basically make a conclusion.
The person in front of me actually can't write...
"You are not modest at all...this handwriting is indeed uglier than the one written by a dog..."
Looking at the four words "Hello, Your Majesty" that Chu Ze managed to write on the paper with great effort.
That crooked shape, one light and one heavy stroke.
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't stand it anymore and threw the words in his hand to Zhu Biao who was standing aside.
Zhu Biao, who had regained consciousness at this time, also stood up again.
After taking Chu Ze's 'Mo Bao', he almost laughed out loud.
"Your Majesty, can you believe that I am telling the truth now?"
Although his original work was ridiculed.
But Chu Ze didn't take it too seriously.
What is written is ugly, and there is nothing to admit.
"Based on just reading and writing, we still can't believe your so-called statement that you are from a later generation."
"But I can be sure that you are indeed illiterate..."
