Who does not die once in this life? Zhu Yuanzhang was not one of those mediocre emperors in history. He knew that everyone's life was limited. He prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, but his relatives still died one after another. At that time, he knew that there were no gods or Buddhas in this world. If he relied on those illusory things, he would eventually be bullied to death by evil people. And the only one you can rely on is yourself.
He started as a begging monk and continued to struggle, and eventually became the greatest founding emperor in this land of China. At the beginning, it was just because of his obsession that he did not want to die. He didn't want to be killed by Yuanting's dog officials like his parents. He studied, grew, and measured like crazy, grabbing all the knowledge and resources that could keep him alive. Later, he had a girl and a family, and his obsession became to protect his wife and future children and carve out a land for them to live on.
Later, when he became the emperor, his obsession became to protect the people under his command and pass on an iron-barrel-like Ming Empire to his descendants.
In the final analysis, in fact, he is still the same Zhu Chongba, the Zhu Chongba who cherished this family even more because he once lost his family. It's just that Zhu Chongba has now become Zhu Yuanzhang, and this country has become his home after he ascended the throne.
It's not that he didn't think he would die. When he thought about it, he could work for his descendants for a few more years. When the destiny came, he would directly hand over the burden to Biao'er and then return to the west. When you die, it is best if the girl is still alive and can die in her arms. Then Biao'er was crying on the bedside, and she looked at him and smiled. The family I left for you is rich enough. If you work hard, you won't starve to death. What do you have to cry for, you little son of a bitch?
Just like those farmers who have worked hard all their lives and earned a few acres of land to pass on to their sons, they are content and have nothing to worry about.
But...the girl will die? Biaoer...will die too?
Lao Zhu considered his own death, but never thought that his family would die.
We are the emperor, we are the most powerful people in the world, and our Zhu family is no longer just a run-down tenantry in Fengyang who can be bullied by others.
How could our family... be still dead?
His thoughts seemed to go back to that day when he was scorched by the scorching sun a long time ago. What he was wearing was not a dragon robe, but clothes made of tattered linen. He was holding a broken mat in his hand, and on the mat were the bodies of his parents. He searched all over the world, but could not find a place to bury his parents.
Suddenly, the appearance of parents changed and turned into Biao'er and sister...
Seeing that Lao Zhu was trembling, Mu Ying quickly stood up and supported him: "Father! You..."
He had never seen Lao Zhu look so weak and helpless, and said hurriedly: "Father! Please come back to your senses! His Royal Highness and Godmother are still here, everything is just a child's speculation!"
"You must not injure the dragon's body because of this!"
Lao Zhu was shaken back to his senses. In front of him was still the gorgeous palace of Qianqing Palace, but his weather-beaten face was already filled with tears.
Suddenly I heard a panic outside, and Queen Ma shouted: "Chongba, Chongba, come quickly! Su'er him!"
"Lao Wu! Sister!" Zhu Yuanzhang shivered all over, wiped his old tears carelessly, and ran out with great strides. He saw the imperial doctors holding up their robes and running towards Zhu Su. The palace maids and eunuchs no longer cared about the rules in the palace. It was a mess.
"Sister!" Lao Zhu rushed in. Queen Ma's face made him feel as if he was from another world, but seeing the panic and helplessness on her face made him feel heavy in his heart.
"Chongba! Look at Su'er! Hurry!"
On the bed, Zhu Su was purple all over, with two terrible blushes appearing on his cheeks. His face was twitching in pain and fear, and steam was visible on his forehead. Li Yuanzheng said in panic: "No! If the heat cannot go away, His Highness the Fifth Prince may be in danger!"
"Quick! Give acupuncture! Give medicine! Aren't you an imperial doctor?" Lao Zhu picked up Li Yuanzheng's collar.
"The acupuncture has been applied, but it has no effect. The medicine... His Majesty the Fifth Prince gritted his teeth tightly and couldn't take it in at all!"
"Even if you drink it, by the time the medicine takes effect, it will be too late!" Li Yuanzheng said with difficulty.
"We don't care! What if something happens to Lao Wu?"
"We will kill the nine tribes... No, we will kill the ten tribes of you!" Lao Zhu's angry voice sounded like a demonic Shura.
"...Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have an idea!" Under the pressure of the ten clans, Lao Yuanzheng finally had an idea. "His Royal Highness the Fifth once taught an old minister a way to reduce fever, which is to wipe the palms and soles of the hands and feet with strong liquor..."
"Then go quickly! Come on! Liquor! Bring all the liquor in the palace! Hurry!" Lao Zhu couldn't bear to listen to his rambling explanation, threw Li Yuanzheng away, and shouted loudly. Li Yuan was rushing to prepare cotton cloth and other necessary equipment, while the palace maids and eunuchs were rushing to get wine. There was another chaos in the Qianqing Palace.
"...Boss Dog, and...fucking chicken soup..." Zhu Su moaned weakly on the bed.
"Lao Wu, what are you talking about? Dad and mom, listen..." Lao Zhu and Queen Ma quickly fell in front of Zhu Su.
"My mind...Gan...is so messed up...Who am I...?"
"Brother...don't...you...don't die..."
This murmur made Lao Zhu and Queen Ma's hearts melt. Empress Ma had already burst into tears and hugged the twitching Zhu Su fiercely: "Xiao Wu'er, Xiao Wu'er, it's my mother who is sorry for you. You are so filial and well-behaved, but my mother still doubts you..."
"Mother...you, don't...don't go...don't...don't leave me and my father..."
"If Mom doesn't leave, Mom won't go anywhere. Mom will stay here with you." Mrs. Ma hugged her little son tightly.
Lao Zhu was still feeling deeply guilty, but his heart skipped a beat when he heard this. What did Lao Wu dream about? Could it be that...it reminds me of the future girl's death?
"Good nephew...you are very good...your hands...are full of the blood of our uncles..."
"You want to kill all the Zhu family..."
"I... just want to be a free king... Why do you force me... Why do you force me..."
Zhu Su continued to murmur, Empress Ma was so sad that she hugged Zhu Su and just cried loudly. She almost fainted from crying, and she didn't hear what Zhu Su was saying. Zhu Yuanzhang put his ear to Zhu Su's lips, and naturally heard what he heard. He was stunned. Will he kill all the Zhu family? who is it? Who dares to do this?
Good nephew? who is it? In the future, my Zhu family will have a nephew who kills my uncle?
My Zhu family can actually fight against each other?
Lao Zhu felt like falling into an ice cave. At this moment, I really want to wake Zhu Su up and ask him thoroughly. In my heart, I even regretted that I had been too suspicious before and didn't ask carefully about future generations.
"Fourth...you have changed..."
"I...I'm old...Why are you still afraid of me..."
"...Zhu Qizhen...you stinky, shameless bitch...you have the nerve to restore..."
"...Liu Daxia...you are an eternal sinner..."
"...Don't kill Zhang Taiyue...he is working for my Ming Dynasty...to mend the sky with one hand..."
"...Zhu Youjian...you have tried your best...damned wild boar skin..."
"...Okay...what a prosperous age of Kangxi and Qianlong with no enough food and no warmth..."
"...Cixi...I must sell you to Lichun Courtyard..."
"...Eight-Nation Allied Forces..."
“…The Sino-Japanese War of 1894…”
"...The July 7th Incident..."
"...Gentlemen...save me, China!"
"...Long live China...the Republic..."
Zhu Su's voice became weaker and weaker. Lao Zhu leaned against his lips, fearing to miss even a syllable. But Zhu Su's voice eventually turned into a series of meaningless murmurs. In the dream, Zhu Su seemed to have experienced the ups and downs of the future from beginning to end.
His dream lasted six hundred years!
Of course Lao Zhu didn't understand. He tried hard to remember every word Zhu Su said, but his heart was still full of confusion: Lao Si? What happened to the fourth child? Could it be that in the future, he would dare to bully his younger brother, Lao Wu?
Liu Daxia... who is it? A traitor like Qian Qianyi? Cixi? Could she be a notorious poisonous woman?
Zhu Youjian... I think it was Chongzhen. But Zhu Qizhen... who is this? Which generation of Ming emperor was he? Or the Restoration?
"Lao Wu, wake up! Wake up! You can't sleep!" Lao Zhu shook his little son in tears. The safety of this young son is no longer just a matter of his own.
He is now tied to the rise and fall of the entire Zhu family in the next hundred years!
"Here comes the wine!" Li Yuanzheng and several eunuchs carrying wine rushed in. Lao Zhu hurriedly stepped aside and watched anxiously as the eunuchs hurriedly gave Zhu Su first aid.
