Spoiler History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 799: The Glory Remains
The princes of the Ming Dynasty were the first to pay attention to the records that were closely related to themselves, and they started chattering about it immediately.

"Dad, you have 26 sons? But last year, we had two more brothers, so now there are only 21 brothers in total..."

"That means we still have five younger brothers who are yet to be born?"

"Where are our sisters? Why don't people in later generations tell us how many sisters we brothers have?"

"Why is this so important? What's important is our life span. If you say so, doesn't it mean that none of us brothers will live to be seventy?"

"If you can't live, then you can't live. What's the big deal about living to seventy? That turtle can live for ten thousand years. Third brother, are you envious?"

"Fourth brother, sooner or later I will ask daddy to sew your mouth shut!"

"That's difficult. Fourth brother, I am counting on guarding Beiping, using this mouth to order soldiers to kill the Hu, and achieving unprecedented feats on horseback. As long as the history books know my name and record my achievements, what does it matter if I die only fifty? Can I still be called the Tang Taizong?"

Zhu Yuanzhang had a slight smile on his face. Although his sons' words were funny, it reminded him of the night when he led 24 brothers to conquer Dingyuan in the south to start his great cause.

Since ancient times, young people have been concerned about life and death, and those with gray hair fear the underworld.

So, seeing that his sons seemed to understand the brotherhood, and thinking about what Guangmu said at this time about him trying to kill his old brother, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed inexplicably.

So Zhu Biao changed the direction of his speech and tried to comfort his father. He thought about the direction and said:

"I can still have five more brothers. Daddy is already fifty-three years old. This is really God's blessing..."

“The glory still remains!”

Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Di, blinked his eyes, and after hearing his mother cough loudly, he slapped his brother on the head without hesitation.

Seeing his elder brother's expression of "Run!" and his father's face full of anger, Zhu Di rushed out without hesitation, saying:
"Son, go get some fresh fruit for Dad to quench his thirst and cool down his temper!"

Zhu Gang burst into laughter, but was immediately suppressed by Emperor Ming:

"Still laughing! You treat your subordinates harshly and without gratitude. Don't you know the old misfortune of Zhang Fei during the Three Kingdoms period? If you want to prolong your life, then change your temper. Otherwise, let alone seventy, we will praise you if you can live past forty!"

Seeing the third son immediately lower his head and obey, Zhu Yuanzhang also slapped the table and scolded him habitually:
"And you, not living to seventy does not necessarily mean you can live to sixty. You should learn how to take care of your body like your elder brother, so that our Heavenly Family can also produce something called genes, so that future generations can have an easier time!"

Every time he said this, there would be a long list of explanations afterwards, but the brothers had gotten used to it and would just keep their heads down and listen to it, letting it go in one ear and out the other.

Zhu Biao even had time to think about which brothers the three kings Dai, Min and Ning were.

Seeing that His Majesty was busy correcting the family tradition, Li Wenzhong looked at the distraught Grand Censor, hesitated for a while and then sighed softly:
"The Grand Censor is so honored and favored, why bother... Alas."

As soon as he said this, Li Wenzhong felt that he was being stupid. Perhaps it was just because he felt a little sorry for this great censor who was in charge of all affairs after traveling all the way from Chuzhou.

Shaking his head, Li Wenzhong leaned in another direction and put on a sincere smile:

"Doctor Dai... No, Director Dai." Dai Sigong also responded with a warm face and then said directly:
“I don’t know what the longevity gene is, nor do I know the method to achieve longevity.”

In the first month of the fourteenth year of Hongwu this year, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty changed the Imperial Medical Service into a fifth-rank government office, and established positions such as chancellor and clerk. Dai Sigong was appointed to be in charge of the Imperial Medical Service and was the director of the Imperial Medical Service. This was the reason why Li Wenzhong changed his title, and it was also the reason why Dai Sigong was now more confident when speaking to the Duke.

Of course, there is a more direct reason - the current emperor strongly supports his drastic reforms and screening in the Imperial Hospital.

Hearing Dai Sigong's words, Li Wenzhong didn't look disappointed, so he simply changed the question:
"If the athlete is traveling on the sea, does Dai Yuanling have any suggestions for soup recipes?"

As a native of eastern Zhejiang, Dai Sigong did not care much about the so-called factional attacks, but he had indeed seen many sailors suffering from diseases since he was a child, and he had gained a lot of experience over the years, so he simply talked about it in detail with Li Wenzhong, which made the other party's face more surprised.

After Zhu Yuanzhang finished teaching his son a lesson, he turned around and saw Li Wenzhong and Dai Sigong who were in the middle of a conversation, Xu Da who was always taciturn, and Li Shanchang who looked panic-stricken.

Seeing an old minister's hair disheveled after taking off his crown, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. After all, he was not the Hongwu Emperor ten years later. At present, it was still difficult for him to harden his heart:

"Tell me what you know, and what you have not said. I will assess your guilt and punish you leniently."

"Don't mention the name of Li Cunyi anymore."

Li Shanchang fell to the ground, and then Li Wenzhong heard a response that sounded like weeping and sighing:

"Your Majesty is so kind."

……

Liu Xie felt a little numb in Yecheng.

He didn't know what the prisoner's dilemma was, but he could see clearly the succession of the throne. It was not difficult for him to understand things like the close relatives of the clan, the extermination of the entire family, leaving no one alive, and the wiping out of all the descendants and side branches.

So Liu Xie was a little relieved at first:
"It's all thanks to the Emperor's uncle that this disaster won't happen again."

Liu Bei never took credit for this. He slightly leaned to the side to reveal the civil and military officials behind him, and pointed and said:
"I am a dull-witted official. I have no talent for strategy, enriching the people, or breaking through the enemy lines. If it were not for such loyal officials, I would not have been able to see Your Majesty."

Then he pointed up and said with a smile:
"And if it weren't for the queen's pity and cherishing me, I don't know how I could accomplish anything. So your Majesty is wrong. It's not because of me, but because of the people's hearts from ancient times to now."

Liu Xie seemed to understand something, but in the end he just nodded hastily, then he leaned forward a little and asked:
"According to what the Emperor's uncle said, if we are going to Chengdu, when is the best month to leave?"

For Liu Xie, he had never felt such a hot buttock on a cushion, and the temptation of Chengdu, which was praised repeatedly, seemed to be even stronger for him.

Living in such a good place for raising people for a while might really help him to ease the injustice of living under someone else's roof for the past twenty years. He might even be able to find a skill afterwards. He would be satisfied if people talked about him without saying bad things about him a thousand years later.

He neither wanted to die nor to be alone. Since his uncle had been chosen by destiny to quell the chaos, he should let him rule this weary world.

Not to mention that the emperor's uncle has elite civil and military officials with great ambitions under his command. Even if he fails, can it be worse than the Cao and Sima families who have been causing harm and leaving a legacy for more than a thousand years?
After squeezing the soft hands of Queen Fu Shou, Liu Xie felt very open-minded.

(End of this chapter)