The eldest grandson of Emperor Ming Dynasty!

Chapter 22 Zhu Yuanzhang Doesn't Believe

Zhu Yuanzhang sat by the window of the elegant room and waited for a long time.

For him now, every breath here is like a year.

Turning his head to look at the stairs several times, they were all empty.

Somewhat lost.

Also a little scared.

Afraid that what he saw was not what he thought.

Reason told him that it was absolutely impossible for Dasun to be resurrected.

But that portrait gave him infinite hope.

Finally, footsteps were heard from the other side of the stairs, and he turned his head to look again.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who is in his 60s, has blurred vision and cannot see very clearly.

It was the blurred face and figure that made him even subconsciously stop breathing.

As the man got closer and his vision became clearer, his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Zhu Ying went upstairs and saw the two people in the private room, she was a little surprised why she came to find her.

He walked over and was about to ask, when suddenly, the old man stood up.

Three steps and two steps walked to Zhu Ying's side, grabbed her, and said in a choked voice:
"Dasun, it's really you. Grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time, and you are finally back."

Zhu Ying looked confused, and it was hard to tear the old man away, so she could only comfort him: "This old man, see if you have admitted the wrong person."

"How could we admit that we were wrong, you are our grandson, we brought you up with our own hands."

Zhu Yuanzhang said excitedly, and then he was a little panicked: "Dasun, what's wrong with you, why don't you even know grandpa, is someone forcing you?"

Zhu Ying frowned slightly. Originally, when he woke up, he was just outside Nanjing City. There are many phenomena that can prove that he should be a descendant of a wealthy family in Nanjing City.

Could it be that this old man is really his grandfather?

"Old man, don't get excited, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Zhu Ying has a cautious personality. Of course, she will not expose her situation because of these two sentences, but comfort the old man's emotions.

At the same time, Zhu Ying turned her attention to the guard next to the old man, that is, Jiang Yu.

Signal him to persuade the agitated and crazy old man.

Jiang Yu felt Zhu Ying's gaze, but there was no movement.

Jiang Yu slandered in his heart: You are crazy, I want you to persuade Your Majesty.

In this situation, returning to the palace reckoned that direct execution would be considered light.

If one is not good, one may punish three or nine clans or something.

Don't say that His Majesty is just excited now, if he is really crazy, I have to accompany him to be crazy.

I saw the guards who didn't move at all and stared intently.

Zhu Ying was also helpless, so she had no choice but to support the old man, who was a little out of control, and do a good job on the seat in the private room.

"Da grandson, why did you forget grandpa, we are grandpa, take a closer look, do you have any impression?"

Of course Zhu Yuanzhang is not crazy, he is too excited.

What the hell is rational, go away.

With just one glance, Zhu Yuanzhang thought that this was definitely the grandson he brought up with his own hands.

Let alone ten years, even if it has been turned into ashes, he will still recognize it.

The only thing that terrified Zhu Yuanzhang was why the eldest grandson didn't recognize him when he saw him.

When my eldest grandson left, he was eight years old.

It is already the age of sensible and memorizing.

"Old man, don't worry, take a deep breath, we can talk slowly."

Zhu Ying didn't pull the old man's hand away, because he felt that the old man might be his grandfather.

After all, this emotional posturing doesn't look like a fake. If it was acted, it can only be given an Oscar.

And judging by the guard's appearance, he must have some background.

Although the clothes the old man was wearing didn't look very luxurious, there were quite a few patches here and there.

It does not seem to be a wealthy family.

But getting closer, Zhu Ying could find that although the old man's coat was very ordinary, the inside was definitely made of silk and satin.

This is not something ordinary people can afford.

Silk and satin, none of them are cheap.

Zhu Yuanzhang held on to Dasun's sleeve tightly, and would not let go no matter what.

The sense of reality brought by the clothes in his hands let him know that all this is real and not a dream.

After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang's mood finally stabilized gradually.

Seeing this, Zhu Ying took the lead and said: "Old man, I don't know what happened to your grandson, can you tell me, did he disappear when he was very young?"

"At what age did he disappear?"

Zhu Ying asked tentatively. At this moment, he already believed that there was a great possibility that he was the grandson of the old man.

From the words of the old man, it is not difficult for Zhu Ying to guess that she is very similar to the old man's grandson.

And listening to this meaning, it seems that he has been missing for many years.

Basically, it is very consistent with my own situation.

They look so similar, if they disappeared at a similar age, they probably wouldn't be wrong.

However, when Zhu Yuanzhang heard this sentence, Zhu Yuanzhang stopped suddenly.

His throat moved, but he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Just when Zhu Ying felt a little strange, the old man said: "Our eldest grandson died young ten years ago."

Huh?
This situation is better and somewhat wrong.

Zhu Ying frowned slightly, and asked again: "After the early death, did the body disappear, or was it stolen or something?"

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Zhu Ying, shook his head slightly and said, "That's not true. They will be buried in seven days."

In ancient times, there was a saying that children who died prematurely had great grievances and could not enter the imperial mausoleum.

It was Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma who loved their eldest grandson so much that they were forcibly buried in Xiaoling Mausoleum in Zhongshan.

So behind the star changes, the earth dragon rolls.When Qin Tianjian was saying that the great grandson was resentful and unwilling, Zhu Yuanzhang would kill him painfully, and the elite of Xiaoling Guards would be sacrificed and buried alive.

Zhu Ying was slightly silent after listening.

If he crawled out of the tomb, then it goes without saying.

But he was picked up by his adoptive father from the riverside, obviously he was given to Jiang by someone.

After a while, Zhu Ying still asked: "I don't know where the old man buried his grandson."

Zhu Yuanzhang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Near Linggu Temple."

Zhu Ying paused slightly upon hearing this.

This Linggu Temple is located on the southeast slope of Zijin Mountain, only a few miles away from the mausoleum of the Ming royal family.

It is a rare geomantic treasure land.

Being able to bury his grandson nearby shows that the old man's status is not too low.

It's just that at this time, Zhu Ying still felt a faint sense of loss in her heart.

From Linggu Temple to the riverside where he was picked up, few of them were tens of miles away.

This is indeed too far away.

After a little hesitation, Zhu Ying still asked: "Forgive me for being disrespectful, may I ask whether the grandson's graveyard has been dug up?"

"Who dares!!!" Zhu Yuanzhang shouted when he heard the words.

Zhu Ying sighed slightly in her heart, it seemed that she and the old man were probably not grandparents anymore.

But why does it look so similar to the old man's grandson?

The only possibility is that he does have some kind of blood relationship with the old man, but the possibility of being a grandparent is gone.

Even among the descendants, it is normal for distant cousins ​​to look similar.

Thinking of this, Zhu Ying said: "The younger generation was born in Hongwu five years ago, but I don't know the date of birth of the grandpa's grandson."

"This, how is this possible, grandson, did you remember wrongly, how could you be born in the fifth year of Hongwu?"

Zhu Yuanzhang asked eagerly.

You know, Zhu Xiongying was born in the seventh year of Hongwu.

Here, there is a difference of two years.

No matter how similar the looks are, the difference of two years, of course, no matter how you say it, it is impossible for them to be the same person.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Ying.

No matter what Zhu Ying said, his intuition told him.

The one in front of him is his eldest grandson, it's true, there is no doubt about it.

(End of this chapter)