I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 394 The Old Man's Last Wish (Text!)

"Kalala...Kalala..."

The sound of the opening of the mechanism sounded, waking up the half-dead person lying in the cell.

Everyone looked up in a daze, looking at the direction the voice came from, wondering how the door that would not be opened all year would open at this time.

"Tap tap..."

There was a sound of slow footsteps, and through the faint light, they vaguely saw three people slowly moving forward.

The figure walking in front was wearing white filial piety and was holding a tray in his hand.

What was on the tray, they couldn't see clearly, but from the smell of the dirty air, they guessed that it should be a delicious meal.

Anyone on the road yet?
This is the first thought on everyone's mind.

The people locked here are all people who are not allowed to die.

It's not that I don't want to kill them, but that killing them is too cheap for them. Only such endless darkness and endless torture are the most severe punishment for them.

For people like them, death is an easy relief.

"It's the prince!"

I don't know who let out a low cry, and there was chaos in the cell.

The death row prisoners who were lying on the wet and cold ground quickly got up from the ground, rushed to the fence and knelt down.

"His Royal Highness, I beg you, give the guilty minister a good time!"

"His Royal Highness, please, as long as I can die, I will do anything."

There were cries of begging and ferocious kowtows again and again.

They don't beg for mercy, they just want a quick death.

Although the crimes they committed may go to the 18th hell, but the death row at the bottom of Jinyiwei is more terrifying than the 18th hell.

The forward pace didn't stop, the young man holding the tray didn't even look at the sides, and walked to the deepest step by step.

"Shut up, if you dare to speak again, the punishment will be doubled!"

Although in the eyes of others, the young man did not stop, but Ji Gang, who was following the young man, clearly saw that His Highness the Crown Prince in front stopped slightly.

The condemned prisoners who were praying loudly and kowtow heard the demon's voice and trembled in fear. They threw themselves on the ground and dared not move, let alone speak.

Ji Gang is in Jinyiwei Prison, that is the existence of Lord Yan.

If it is said who is the god outside, everyone may say the emperor, or they may say it is God.

However, in Jinyiwei Prison, if someone asks who is the god here?
Everyone would answer Ji Gang without hesitation.

This commander of Jinyiwei, who has gone through two dynasties, maybe even three dynasties, is more terrifying than death in Jinyiwei.

After walking through the cells where these important death row prisoners were held, they walked through several passages, and the three of them came to the well again.

"You all go down!"

After walking in, Zhu Zhangui in filial piety stopped.

Ji Gang, who was following behind, waved at the Jinyiwei guards who saluted Zhu Zhangui, and drove them all out.

"Your Highness! Would you like the two of us to accompany you down?"

After everyone left, Ji Gang closed the door leading to the outside, and softly asked Zhu Zhangui who had no expression on his face.

"No, you two stay here, he can't hurt me, and he won't hurt me."

Zhu Zhangui replied calmly, and walked towards the dry well where Hu Yu had already built a ladder.

This is one and a half months after the old man passed away.

The old man died, and his body could not be left outside for a long time. After simply arranging the next battle, Zhu Zhangui handed over the army to Zhang Fu.

He, his two uncles, his younger brother Zhu Zhanji, and a group of veterans escorted the old man back to Peiping by airship.

The next thing is to be busy for a long time. Zhu Zhangui numbs himself with various things every day, hoping that this can alleviate the grief in his heart.

It wasn't until everything stabilized and the date of the old man's funeral was set that Zhu Zhangui came to Jinyiwei Prison to do one last thing for his grandfather.

"When did you leave?"

Just as Zhu Zhangui's feet touched the ground, the old monk who reached out to take the tray in Zhu Zhangui's hand asked with a sigh.

"A month and a half ago, I slept with a smile on my face."

After receiving the tray, Zhu Zhangui walked to the table that the old monk had prepared earlier, put the tray on it, and took off the cover to reveal the contents inside.

A plate of West Lake vinegar fish, a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and a carved jug.

"That's good. There's no suffering if you don't have anything to do. It's not like your grandpa, who is always sick and suffers a lot when he leaves."

The old monk helped Zhu Zhangui arrange the dishes, and nodded with a smile.

"Indeed, except for a little cold and cough, everything else is fine. He just had a banquet before he left."

"Hehe, that's better, I won't be hungry on the way."

"Who cooked this fish? It's delicious!"

"My mother made it. She said that you like this dish. Today, I cooked it myself. The fish was transported by air from the West Lake. Oh, air transport is an airship, a kind of flying tool in Ming Dynasty."

"Well, I've heard of the fast one, but unfortunately I haven't sat in it before."

"Try it, my mother also asked me to tell you that I haven't made this dish for a long time, it's a bit raw, please don't mind."

"Hahaha, I haven't broken the vow to eat meat for a long time. Even if it is tasteless, I still cherish the deliciousness in my mouth."

The old monk was no longer reserved, picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, dipped it in some sauce, and put it in his mouth.

His eyes were slightly closed, his mouth chewed lightly, and the beard on his chin danced lightly as he chewed.

Zhu Zhangui took out the handkerchief next to him, and helped the old monk wipe off the sauce dripping on his beard.

The old monk didn't refuse either. He nodded in relief and exclaimed, "It's delicious!" Then he picked up the Yangchun noodles next to him, and ate a mouthful of fish meat and noodles.

The fish is a very large one, and the noodles are also a very large bowl.

The old monk had a great appetite, and the bowl of noodles was drained quickly, and there was only a pile of bones left in the fish. He even ate up the fish head, chewed everything that could be chewed, and swallowed it in pieces.

"call!"

Taking the handkerchief from Zhu Zhangui's hand, the old monk wiped his mouth and exhaled.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. It's been a long time since I've had such a delicious meal."

"I remember the last time, it was the penultimate time I had dinner with grandpa."

"The old man has a big problem with eating. He likes to bark his mouth, step on the stool with his feet, and likes to pick his teeth with his fingers from time to time."

"At that time, I loved cleanliness, and I was also obsessed with cleanliness. I always felt that grandpa was so impolite and dirty."

"But I'm afraid of him, and I don't dare to say it, so I can only endure all this."

"Later, I got used to it as time went by. It was the penultimate time I had dinner with him. At that time, he was already seriously ill and couldn't see."

"He didn't let the eunuch feed him, but asked me to feed him. After eating, he couldn't eat anymore, and said he wanted to listen to me."

"I knew in my heart at the time that he probably knew that I didn't have much time. I felt extremely uncomfortable at the time. I felt that my mouth was full of bitterness and tasteless, but I ate deliciously and was very full."

Zhu Zhangui sat quietly and listened to the other party. Sometimes when the other party looked over, he would nod to show that he was listening carefully.

The two talked and listened to each other, just like an ordinary old man, showing off his former glory.

After all, there is a time when there is a head.

After talking about his leaving the palace and hiding his experience for many years, the old monk stopped.

Zhu Zhangui poured him a glass of water, and the old monk took a sip and drank it.

"Did fourth uncle say how to arrange me?"

Zhu Zhangui shook his head.

"Can I decide for myself?"

Zhu Zhangui nodded.

A smile appeared on the old monk's face.

"Take me back to Jinling, and be buried with me and grandpa. Don't take any funeral objects, so as not to be disturbed by tomb robbers in the future. They dare not touch grandpa's tomb. They don't care if I am a smelly monk. A plain coat, a An ordinary thin coffin will do, and they will leave after opening it and checking if there is nothing there.”

"Oh, by the way, get me some wigs back and glue them on my head."

"Grandpa actually hates the monk very much. If I want to go like this, maybe he will dislike me even more. Maybe he was just scolded at first, but if I go like this, I might be beaten."

"Okay!" Zhu Zhangui nodded with a smile.

"Where is this wine?" The old monk picked up the jug, opened the lid and smelled it, his eyes lit up slightly.

Zhu Zhangui looked at him and replied softly: "I heard from my grandfather that this is the wine prepared by my great-grandfather when my uncle was born. I kept it in the cellar and said that I would drink it when my uncle got married."

"It's a pity that my uncle died early due to illness, and the wine has been left there untouched."

"Later, when my grandfather went to Jinling, he found that they were still there and did not touch them. Later, he moved the capital and brought them here. When I got married, I opened 10 altars. When Zhanji got married, I opened 10 altars. My father ascended the throne. Another 10 altars were opened that day."

"The rest are still there. Grandpa ordered that only when there is a big event, you can take out the ten altars and share them with everyone."

"Today I took out the ten altars, and put the nine altars by Grandpa's side. He is a good drinker, so I plan to let him take it with him."

"I opened the altar that was left behind, took out a pot, and put the rest in front of Grandpa's spirit."

"So it's these wines!" The old monk nodded suddenly, took the big bowl that held the noodles just now, washed it briefly with clean water, and poured all the wine into the bowl, which was a big bowl.

Looking at the amber liquor, the old monk smiled and said, "Fourth Uncle is really a good drinker. I didn't dare to touch these wines back then, but he was fine. He found a reason and drank it."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine bowl, stood up and faced the direction of Jinling, put the bowl in front of him, and kowtowed a few times.

Then he got up and came to the bed, took off his hemp shoes, held the wine bowl, looked at the wine inside, and was silent and dazed.

Zhu Zhangui didn't bother to bother, but got up slowly, came to the bed and knelt down.

The old monk turned his head to look at Zhu Zhangui who was kneeling beside the bed, and said with a smile, "I have a son who also bears the character Gui."

Zhu Zhangui nodded, "I've met him before, he doesn't know anything, he doesn't understand anything, he doesn't even know how to communicate at the most basic level, I ordered him to be given the highest treatment, and let him live his life without worry. .”

"Also, in our family, his life like this is actually very good."

After finishing speaking, the old monk picked up the wine bowl and poured it down.

"Good wine!"

When the last drop was drunk, the old monk blushed and praised, and handed the wine bowl to Zhu Zhangui with difficulty.

"When I'm gone, break it into pieces."

Zhu Zhangui took the wine bowl and held it above his head, the old monk smiled.

Resisting the discomfort in his body, he exhausted all his strength and lay quietly on the bed.

"Grandpa...father...unfilial...unfilial...children come...come...come..."

After all, the last word was not uttered. The old monk's eyes were wide open, and the corner of his mouth with black blood showed a relieved smile.

"Uncle, go all the way!"

Zhu Zhangui bit his lip, let out a low growl, and slammed the bowl in his hand to the ground.

"Whoa..."

The bowl was smashed into pieces, and a broken piece even left a bloodstain on Zhu Zhangui's face.

Zhu Zhangui didn't seem to feel any pain, but just stared blankly at the old monk lying on the bed, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Woooooooo..."

Painful cries came from the bottom of the well, and Ji Gang and Hu Yu, who were guarding the mouth of the well, silently knelt on the ground.

They knew that this was the last cry of their allegiance in this life.

From today onwards, the people they are loyal to will no longer shed tears, let alone have the opportunity to cry wantonly like today.

Because the person they are loyal to will grow into a real man, shoulder everything his grandfather gave him, and stir up the heavy burden of the Ming Dynasty.

A coffin was carried out from Jinyiwei Prison in the middle of the night.

The leader is a young man holding a spiritual tablet. There is no name, no honor position on the spiritual tablet, only a big "奶".

When they walked out of Jinyiwei Imperial Prison, there was already a young man kneeling outside the door who looked frightened, also dressed in filial piety, a little at a loss.

Zhu Zhangui walked up to the other party and handed him the spiritual tablet in his hand.

"Take him home, and kneel next to the coffin to guard him for 7 days, you know?"

The young man nodded blankly, he didn't know why he did this, but since this very good person said so, he must be obedient.

"Go, go home, we will visit you in a few days."

The young man nodded, and with the support of two servants, he led the coffin-carrying team and disappeared into the dark street.

"Send someone to take good care of him. If anyone dares to bully him, deal with it directly, no matter who it is."

Looking at the back of going away, Zhu Zhangui gave a command in a cold voice.

Ji Gang nodded quickly.

"Have you investigated the matter you are investigating?"

Ji Gang took out a memorial book from his arms, and held it up with both hands, "The investigation has been clear, and the list of personnel is all on it."

Zhu Zhangui didn't look at the list, and didn't even pick up the connection.

"Catch someone!"

After all, without looking at Ji Gang, he stepped onto the waiting sedan chair.

He still has to go back to guard his grandfather's spirit, and tell his grandfather that he has fulfilled his entrustment.

"Congratulations, Your Highness!"

Ji Gang stood up from the ground only after the team escorting the sedan chair disappeared.

When he turned around, the submissive expression on his face just now turned into a cold and cruel expression.

Striding to the brightly lit courtyard, Ji Gang looked coldly at the hundreds of Jinyi guards holding flashlights in front of him.

"The order was passed down. All Jin Yiwei will be dispatched to arrest people according to the list. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed."

The third day of March in the fifth year of Hongxi.

When the whole country was immersed in the grief of the death of the Supreme Emperor, all the Beiping Jinyiwei mobilized, smashed through the gates of each mansion, and brought an official and his family members out of their homes and dragged them to the Jinyiwei Imperial Prison.

It wasn't until the third day that some people heard a few words from the court.

Half of these arrested officials, large and small, had accepted bribes from the Timurid Empire and leaked information about the Ming Dynasty to them, and those who did not receive money but were arrested because they intentionally or unintentionally Yes, leaked information to these bribe takers.

In the past, in order to leak false information to the other side, these people could pretend not to see it. Now that the Timurid Empire has been destroyed, it is time for these people to liquidate.

Timur is the last kingdom conquered by the old man. Zhu Zhangui will not let the old man leave with regrets, and wants to bring the old man's life journey to a perfect end.

ps: I really can’t write well for Xianxia and the like. I’m embarrassed to write the extra episodes myself.

(End of this chapter)