"Chongba, what's wrong with you?" Late at night, in Kunning Palace, Queen Ma was awakened by her husband who was tossing and turning. She found that her husband was looking at the curtains in a trance, and she couldn't help but worry.
"Sister, did we wake you up?" Seeing that he accidentally woke up his wife, Lao Zhu sounded a little apologetic.
Since the conversation in Qianqing Palace, he has fallen into negative emotions. After Zhu Su left, he picked up the sword again and chopped the imperial case in Qianqing Palace to pieces.
He wished he could kill all those ignorant officials and traitors who dared to insult his descendants, so as to alleviate the hatred in his heart!
However, those are all characters more than two hundred and seventy years later. Even if he, Zhu Yuanzhang, could open up the world and create such a great foundation as the Ming Dynasty with his own hands, he could not travel through time and space and kill all those guys two hundred years later!
He slashed at the desk with his sword crazily, but he couldn't dispel the fury in his chest at all!
Finally, Queen Ma came after hearing the news and stopped Zhu Yuanzhang, who looked like a madman.
Seeing Queen Ma, Zhu Yuanzhang finally stopped being furious. He just sat down in the chair slumped without saying a word.
Empress Ma didn't ask any questions. She dismissed the palace guests and, just like she did when she was still in her late teens, she personally changed her husband's clothes, washed him, took off his boots, and soothed him to rest on the bed.
Then stay by your husband's side and accompany him quietly.
The Qianqing Palace was already in a mess, so it was naturally uninhabitable. So tonight the couple is staying in Kunning Palace.
However, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was no longer furious, still couldn't sleep.
He didn't dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the flames of war all over his country, his people being trampled by foreigners, and his descendants hanging from dead trees!
Like a nightmare!
"Chongba." Queen Ma looked at Lao Zhu worriedly. "Did Su'er say something to you just now?"
"...Sure enough, I can't hide it from our sister." Lao Zhu glanced at his married wife and smiled bitterly. He couldn't fall asleep either, so he simply stood up and sat at the round table in the corner of the room.
He stretched out his hand to pour himself a bowl of cold tea, tilted his neck, and drank it all.
"You are even more exposed, why are you drinking cold tea?" Her shoulders felt slightly warm, and it was Empress Ma who took a robe and put it on her husband.
She took advantage of the situation and sat down opposite Lao Zhu. "Tell me, Su'er... what did he say?"
"He..." Lao Zhu hesitated. He didn't want his wife to bear this burden.
"Chongba, I am your wife." Queen Ma's face was extremely serious. "No matter what happens, you and I should shoulder it together."
"Could it be that you think that I, from a small family, am not worthy of Emperor Zhu Zhu?"
"Sister, what, what do you say..." These words can be said to be detrimental to Lao Zhu, and Lao Zhu immediately became discouraged.
"This...sigh. Let me tell you."
"Lao Wu... told me the death of the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"
"The Ming Dynasty...the last emperor?" Empress Ma was stunned, and her heart suddenly tightened.
His eldest son is the prince, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty... and also her future descendant!
"It's...what does it look like?"
"Alas!" Lao Zhu sighed, and then under the moonlight in the room, he told Queen Ma exactly what Zhu Su said.
"He...he actually..."
"He was hanged..."
After saying that Chongzhen hanged himself on Meishan, Queen Ma's eyes were already red.
"Let your son escape for his life, but you would rather die than escape."
"Kill your wife, kill your daughter, and then commit suicide."
"Before I died, I still felt guilty that I had failed my ancestors."
"Such a staunch emperor is willing to plead with thieves not to hurt any of the people..."
"I would rather die without a complete body..."
"This...this is a good boy..."
Queen Ma was sobbing. Seeing Lao Zhu being so angry before, he thought that it must be the various unfilial acts of the subjugated king that made him so angry.
But I didn't expect that he would be such a child who would rather break than bend and serve the people wholeheartedly.
In all the dynasties, have we ever seen such a resolute and brave king who conquered his country?
And this child died in such a... tragic way.
Queen Ma stared blankly at the frosty moonlight on the ground. In that moonlight, he seemed to see a young man who looked exactly like Prince Zhu Biao, kowtowing to him with a sad face, and then resolutely stretched his neck into the knot hanging on the dead tree...
"He died with hatred." Lao Zhu gritted his teeth with hatred, and these words almost jumped out from between his teeth. "'But all the ministers have misunderstood me.' He was fooled by those officials who killed him with a thousand swords!"
"Damn it, these corrupt officials deserve to be killed, they all deserve to be killed!"
"Chongba, don't be impulsive." Empress Ma quickly stopped him. He was afraid that he would act impulsively on the officials in the court. "That child of Chongzhen was born more than two hundred years ago. The officials at that time have nothing to do with the officials in the court now!"
"Isn't it the same?" Lao Zhu glared, "Look at those officials, our children and grandchildren asked them for money with shame, and gave away more than a hundred thousand taels. The bandit army came into the city and directly scraped out seven Ten million taels! Seventy million!"
"These scholars talk so much about benevolence, righteousness and morality that they don't even want to show their shame! In my opinion, eight out of ten of them won't be considered innocent if we strike the court with this big sword!"
"Then you can't kill indiscriminately!" Queen Ma raised her eyebrows, showing that she was in no way unworthy of Emperor Hongwu's rage. "Now that the world has just been settled, you want to kill the courtiers because of something that will not happen for more than two hundred years. Who will serve as your errand in the future? Why do you want to be the emperor?"
"Then... what should we do?" Lao Zhu said angrily. "Knowing that our children and grandchildren will be bullied like this in the future, we, as ancestors, can only do this and watch?"
"That's not true." Queen Ma wiped the tears from her eyes, took Lao Zhu's hands, and asked Lao Zhu to face her.
"Chongba, I am a woman and should not interfere in the court's political affairs."
"But Chongzhen is also my descendant, so I have to say this."
"We cannot control the situation two hundred and seventy years from now, and we cannot stop it."
"But we can take care of it now!"
"Sister, what are you talking about?" Zhu Yuanzhang also guessed something.
"Chongba, God allowed Su'er to travel to the present, and this is our chance." Empress Ma said solemnly. "You are the emperor who founded the Ming Dynasty, and Su'er knows the future progress of the Ming Dynasty."
"No, I'm afraid it's more than that. What kind of enemies will the Ming Dynasty face in the future, what kind of enemies will it face, the shortcomings of the emperor's future policies... and even which policies are good for saving the country, and which policies will distort the truth, Su'er must be Dumen'er clear!"
"With Su'er here, you can help your descendants repair the holes in advance and avoid that tragedy!"
"Huh?" Lao Zhu looked shocked.
In fact, he may not have thought of this section. But just hearing about the tragic situation of his descendants, coupled with his anger at the shameless behavior of Qian Qianyi and others, completely blinded his reason.
He is an angry person by nature.
Coupled with the fact that he learned that the military household system he was proud of would completely collapse in the future and became the gravedigger of the Ming Dynasty, this kind of frustration made him, who had always been confident, begin to doubt himself.
He even thought, could it be that God was controlling all of this from somewhere? It allows a dynasty to never escape the three hundred years of reincarnation.
Could it be that the demise of the Ming Dynasty was also fate?
But now Queen Ma's words were like clearing the clouds and revealing the sun, making him understand what he should do.
The stagnation in his chest turned into a burning ambition. The angry Emperor Hongwu is back again.
"My sister is right! Yes, so what about two hundred and seventy years? Even if God has decreed that our Ming Dynasty's life span is only two hundred and seventy years, now that we know this, we will say goodbye to Grandma Te's God. An arm-wrestle!"
"Filling the holes is not enough. We must create a true Ming Dynasty that will never be easy!"
In this late night, the low roar of Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang will eventually resound throughout the entire history with the help of that young dragon!
