Who has not died once in 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 are no gods or Buddhas in this world. Relying on those illusory things will only end up being bullied to death by evil people. And the only one who can be relied on is himself.

He started out as a beggar monk, worked hard, and eventually became the greatest founding emperor in the land of China. At first, it was just because he had an obsession that he didn't want to die. He didn't want to be like his parents and be beaten by Yuanting's dog officials.

It killed him. He studied, grew, measured like crazy, and grabbed all the knowledge and resources that could help him survive. Later, he had a girl and a family, and his obsession became protecting his wife and future.

Children, 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 his family even more because he once lost his family. But Zhu Chongba has now become Zhu Yuanzhang, and this country has also become Zhu Yuanzhang after he ascended the throne.

His home.

It's not that he never thought that 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 return to the west. When he died, he would finally

The good girl is still alive and can die in her arms. Then Biao'er is crying on the bedside, and she looks at him and smiles. The family I left for you is rich enough. If you work hard, you won't starve to death. You idiot son has

What is there to cry about?

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? Biao'er... 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 allows others to bully us.

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. He was not wearing a dragon robe, but clothes made of tattered linen. He was holding a tattered mat in his hand, and on the mat was him.

His parents’ bodies were searched all over the world, but he couldn’t find a place to bury them.

Suddenly, the appearance of parents changed and turned into the appearance of Biao'er and the girl...

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 Empress Ma shouted: "Chongba, Chongba, come quickly! Su'er him!"

"Lao Wu! Sister!" Zhu Yuanzhang shivered, 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. A mess.

"Sister!" Lao Zhu rushed in. Queen Ma's face made him feel like he was in another world, but seeing the panic and helplessness on her face made him feel deeply.

"Chongba! Look at Su'er! Hurry up!"

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 this heat is If you cannot retreat, Your Highness may be in danger!"

"Quick! Give the acupuncture! Give the medicine! Aren't you the 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 get it in at all!"

"Even if you pour it in, by the time the medicine takes effect, it will be too late!" Li Yuanzheng said with difficulty.

"We don't care! If something happens to Lao Wu."

"I'll kill your nine tribes... No, we'll kill your ten tribes!" 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 Majesty the Fifth once taught me 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 Yuanzheng hurried to go Prepare cotton cloth and other necessary equipment, while the palace maids and eunuchs swarmed to get wine, and there was another chaos in the Qianqing Palace.

"...Boss Dog, again...fuckin' 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. Queen Ma had already burst into tears and hugged the twitching Zhu Su fiercely: "Xiao Wu'er, Xiao Wu'er, I'm sorry for you, you are like this You are filial and obedient, but your 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 trapped in a deep sense of guilt, but his heart skipped a beat when he heard this. What did Lao Wu dream about? Could it be that... he thought of the death of his future sister?

"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, almost fainting from crying. She did not hear what Zhu Su was saying. However, Zhu Yuanzhang put his ear to Zhu Su's lips.

, naturally after hearing this, he was stunned. Killing 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 he had fallen into an ice cave. At this moment, he really wanted to wake Zhu Su up and ask him thoroughly. In his heart, he regretted that he had been too suspicious before and did not ask carefully about the 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...he is mending 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, when there was not enough to eat and no warmth to wear..."

"...Cixi...I must sell you to Lichun Courtyard..."

"...Eight-Nation Allied Forces..."

"...The Sino-Japanese War..."

"...The July 7th Incident..."

"...Gentlemen...save me China!"

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 his dream, Zhu Su seemed to start from scratch.

In the end, I experienced the ups and downs of the future.

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 Lao Si? Could it be that in the future, he would dare to bully Lao Wu, his biological brother?

Liu Daxia... who is it? A treacherous minister like Qian Qianyi? Cixi? Could it be that she is a notorious poisonous woman?

Zhu Youjian...I think he is Chongzhen. But Zhu Qizhen...who is this? Which generation of Ming emperor is he? Or the restoration one?

"Lao Wu, wake up! Wake up! You can't sleep!" Lao Zhu shook his little son in tears. The safety of this little son is no longer just about him.

He is now tied to the rise and fall of the entire Zhu family in the next hundred years!
Chapter completed!