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

"Dear passengers, the airliner..."

"oops!"

A passenger plane landed at Jingshi Airport. The beautiful stewardess was just about to talk about the precautions for disembarking when a young man suddenly ran past her. The strong wind brought by the rapid speed almost knocked the stewardess down.

"Guests, pay attention to safety!"

The stewardess, who was a little annoyed in her heart, wanted to shout harshly, but seeing the handsome face of the young man, her tone softened instantly.

Unfortunately, the young man ignored her, rushed to the cabin door, and disappeared without a trace.

The young man who got off the plane didn't look at the pick-up car parked next to him, and ran directly to a black car parked not far away.

"His Royal Highness!"

A middle-aged man greeted him, and took the bag from the young man with both hands.

"Grandpa, how is he?"

As soon as he got in the car, a look of worry flashed in the young man's eyes, and he asked the middle-aged man driving next to him.

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"The Supreme Emperor has been recuperating in the Nuan Pavilion since the beginning of the year, and I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Understood, hurry up and drive."

Hearing this answer, the young man urged, looked at the traffic and tall buildings outside the window, and fell silent.

After decades of development, Daming has undergone earth-shaking changes.

At the same time, with the development of the times, the architectural style has also changed.

The original courtyard mansion has become a high-rise building, and horses and carriages are no longer running on the wide road, but cars and trucks.

If people from later generations come to the Great Ming Capital at this time, they will definitely not believe that this is the Ming Dynasty, but will think that they are still in the modern society.

Of course, there are differences here as well.

People here don't wear Western-style clothes, but new-style clothes that retain the Hanfu style.

The car quickly shuttled through the traffic, passed high-rise buildings, and entered the classical mansion area where every inch of land was expensive.

This area is called Daming's brain, and the people living in it are all high-ranking members of Daming.

No matter how rich you are, if you don't hold a certain position in the court, you are not qualified to live here.

Moreover, all the residences in this area belong to the imperial court. Even if you have mountains of gold and silver, don't even think about buying a brick or a tile here.

The car shuttled quickly, and soon arrived in front of the Forbidden City, which still retains its original appearance.

When he got here, the car couldn't start moving. The young man also knew this rule. Before the car stopped, he jumped off with his bag on his back and rushed to the gate of the Forbidden City.

The guards of the palace wearing armor and holding cold weapons relaxed their vigilant eyes when they saw the face of the visitor.

When the young man came in front of him, he quickly clasped his fists and saluted.

"Meet Your Royal Highness!"

Some impatient young people didn't care about these etiquettes anymore, nodded their heads hastily, and rushed into the palace.

"Aren't you back yet?"

The door of the warm house.

Zhu Qirui, whose hair was already gray, asked the Commander of Jin Yiwei beside him with anger in his eyes.

"Return to the emperor, according to the reports from the people below, His Royal Highness has already got off the plane and is on his way here."

"This pervert."

Hearing his son's return, Zhu Qirui's eyes flashed with excitement, but his mouth was mercilessly reprimanded.

Counting the time, he has not seen his son for 5 years.

This stinky boy has a very stubborn temper. Because of some incidents, he even got angry with him and his grandfather and ran away from home.

Zhu Qirui was very angry at that time, if his old man hadn't opened his mouth, Zhu Jianmiao, a brat like Zhu Jianmiao, would have been taken over by him long ago as the crown prince.

But the position was kept, but he wanted to let this brat know what Lao Tzu was.

He cut off the brat's source of income and insisted on making him bow his head first.

It's a pity that this son is also a stubborn guy. Even if he sells and sings along the street and does coolies for others, he doesn't bow to his old man.

If it wasn't for the sudden serious illness of his old man this year, I'm afraid this little bastard would still be stubborn with him.

"Dengdengdeng..."

With the sound of hurried footsteps, Zhu Qirui turned his head to look.

I saw my own stinky boy rushing over in a hurry.

"Father, how is grandpa?"

Zhu Jianmiao, who ran all the way in, leaned on his knees with his hands, gasped for breath, and looked nervously at his father with a cold face.

"Hmph, you still have the face to ask how your grandpa is doing. If you weren't so stubborn back then, you would have pissed off your grandpa to death. Your grandpa..."

"Husband!"

The queen who was accompanying her was originally happy when she saw her son come back, but she saw that her husband was going to get angry, and she was afraid that the father and son would quarrel again, so she hurriedly pulled her husband.

Zhu Qirui glanced at his wife, begged by her eyes, and flicked his sleeves angrily.

"A loving mother makes many losers, so just let him get used to it!"

"Mother, how is grandpa?"

Regardless of arguing with his father, Zhu Jianmiao grabbed his mother's hand and asked again nervously.

Empress Chen shook her head, feeling a little sad, and mist slowly seeped out of her eyes.

At that time, her husband and concubine led her husband to give birth to a son. If the old man and her mother-in-law hadn't been on her side, she would have worked hard and even gave birth to 5 daughters, and finally gave birth to a son. Otherwise, where would she be now? I know.

"It was reported to the hospital today that it has reached the limit, and your grandfather is still holding on, just wanting to take another look at you."

"grandfather…"

Hearing his mother's words, Zhu Jianmiao was seriously remorseful, knelt heavily on the ground, and slapped himself hard.

Zhu Qirui, who was beside him, sighed slightly when he saw this, stepped forward and said, "Okay, go and see your grandpa, he has been waiting for you."

Zhu Jianmiao pursed his lips, got up and went to the closed hall.

"His Royal Highness, you are finally back!"

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the hall, an old man with a cane in one hand and a knife on his waist in the other moved forward a few steps excitedly.

"Grandpa Hu, slow down."

Seeing that the old man was struggling to walk, Zhu Jianmiao quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Hehe, it's all right, it's good that you come back, the emperor has been waiting for you for a long time."

The old man waved his hand indifferently, without looking at Zhu Qirui and the others who were following behind, he stretched out his withered hand to hold Zhu Jianmiao, pushed open the closed hall door, and led Zhu Jianmiao into the hall.

Zhu Qirui was afraid that too many people would disturb his father's rest, so he waved his hand to stop the people behind him, and he followed in alone.

The warm pavilion is very dark, there are no electric lights, and candles are still used for lighting.

The furnishing of the room is still the same as it was decades ago, without any change.

"Is the kid back?"

The three of them had just entered the inner hall, behind the large gauze curtain, a weak and old question sounded.

Hearing this feeble voice, Zhu Jianmiao couldn't bear it anymore, tears welled up in his eyes, and he knelt on the ground and walked towards the gauze curtain.

"Yes, Your Majesty, His Royal Highness is back."

Hu Yu, who walked to the side of the gauze tent, put his crutch aside, stretched out his withered hand, opened the curtain, and at the same time replied loudly to the inside.

"His Royal Highness, please speak louder. His Majesty could not hear clearly two years ago."

Zhu Jianmiao bit her lips tightly and nodded vigorously, slowly crawled to the side of the bed, stretched out her hand to grab the quilt, and what Xukong grasped was her hand.

"Grandpa, grandson is back, your little boy is back."

Looking at his grandfather's face full of age spots and those old and lifeless eyes, Zhu Jianmiao cried out with a choked voice.

Hearing the response, the old man lying on the bed blinked his eyelids slightly, moved his head with difficulty, and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

But no matter how he looked, he only saw a vague shadow, and he couldn't see his grandson's face clearly.

Although he couldn't see clearly, the familiar feeling from his hands let him know that his grandson was by his side.

"You little bastard, you are finally willing to come back."

The old man smiled and shook the young man's hand vigorously.

"grandfather!"

Zhu Jianmiao called out and threw himself into the arms of the old man, "It's my grandson's fault. My grandson will never be angry with you again. From now on, my grandson will listen to your words, stay by your side, and respect you well." ..."

"Ha ha!"

A smile appeared on the old man's face, and he reached out and patted Zhu Jianmiao's head.

"You're still crying when you're too old. If your great-grandfather sees this, you'll probably get beaten up."

"Ugh."

"Grandpa has also thought about it clearly. Everyone has different ideas. It may be unfair to you to impose my ideas on you."

Standing aside, Zhu Qirui showed helplessness when he heard what his father said.

Sure enough, they are relatives from the next generation.

Back then, I and my father had different ideas. The father's education method was to beat him up, but why did he change when he came to his grandson?

"Back then, I just thought differently from your great-grandfather, and I was often beaten by his old man..."

"Although I was often beaten, I never thought of running away from home, let alone running away like you for seven or eight years without even replying to a letter..."

"If I were like you back then, there would be nothing wrong with our family..."

Perhaps in a happy mood, the old man said a few more words.

But I don't know if it's because I'm getting older or what's going on, I don't remember the time so deeply.

His grandson has been away for five years, but he thinks he has been away for seven or eight years.

"Grandpa, it's five years."

Seeing that Grandpa had misremembered the time, Zhu Jianmiao corrected it.

"It's five years!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then remembered something in a trance, stared at his grandson who couldn't see clearly, and muttered to himself.

"Five years, five years..."

Memories flashed in my mind one by one.

That year, a young man in brocade clothes stood at the gate of the Jinling Palace and said with emotion: It has been 5 years, and I am finally back!
That year, the young man was full of vigor and high spirits, galloping freely and horizontally on the battlefield with his grandfather.

That year, the young man married his wife. The husband and wife loved and respected each other as guests.

That year, the boy had his first child, and he was so happy that he wanted to announce the news to the whole world.

That year, he fought in the world and killed the four barbarians who were invincible.

That year, his dearest grandpa left, and his heart fell into infinite grief.

That year, he took over his father's throne, made great efforts to govern, and completed his ambitious hegemony.

That year, his father who had been busy all his life passed away, and he became a child without a father.

That year, that year, that year...

Familiar people left one after another, and there were fewer and fewer people who talked with him, and finally he was left alone, facing the world alone.

The spirit of youth, the fighting spirit of youth, the diligence of middle age, and the loneliness of old age.

Thinking back on his life, the old man silently closed his eyes.

If he had a choice, he would really like to go back to the past, back to the age when he was unrestrained, unrestrained, someone relied on, someone protected, and someone pampered him.

But everything is over.

Grandpa, father, mother, uncle, sibling, wife, loyal henchman, and now finally himself.

A cloudy tear fell from the corner of his eye. Looking at the memories in his mind, the old man's lips twitched slightly.

For a moment, the blue silk and white hair,

To whom do you tell when you are old?

If the spring breeze has a pity for flowers,
May I be young again.

(End of the book.)