Emperor’s Battlefield: I, Zhu Houzhao, like to push horizontally

Chapter 13 tells Lao Zhu the history of the Ming Dynasty.

Looking at the old couple waiting nervously, Zhu Houzhao pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "I will not talk about the things before you ascended the throne. You know those things better than me."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and raised his hand to wave.

"You can start at any time you want, we just want to know what happens next."

Queen Ma on the side, although she was nervous, still persuaded with a smile: "Child, don't be nervous, and don't have any scruples. You can say whatever you want. With me here, this old guy doesn't dare to lose his temper."

Hearing his wife's words, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and grabbed Queen Ma's hand.

Zhu Houzhao could only pretend not to notice that he was being spat with dog food for no reason, and said:

"Let me start with your grandson Zhu Xiongying."

"What's wrong with Xiongying?"

As soon as he heard that it was related to his eldest grandson, Lao Zhu suddenly became nervous and asked questions quickly.

"Heavy eight!"

Queen Ma pulled Zhu Yuanzhang and blamed him for disturbing Zhu Houzhao's conversation.

Lao Zhu clapped his mouth, saying it was his fault, and sat down honestly.

Zhu Houzhao looked at the two of them and said: "I don't know what's going on on your side, but I can be sure that you, my ancestor, definitely did not enter the imperial battlefield, because there is no such information in the royal records."

Old Zhu nodded.

"We're sure of this, go on."

"Royal historical data records that your most beloved grandson, Zhu Xiongying, passed away on the first day of May in the 15th year of Hongwu. He was eight years old."

Zhu Houzhao dropped a bomb as soon as he came up, starting with the grandson that Lao Zhu cared about most.

Zhu Yuanzhang's body trembled, and he tightened his grip on Queen Ma.

Queen Ma also looked at Lao Zhu happily.

It was in March of the 15th year of Hongwu that Lao Zhu entered the imperial battlefield for the first time. Later, Zhu Xiongying became seriously ill. He asked several emperors in the group for help. The First Emperor helped him exchange a medicine in other groups, and then Zhu Xiongying was rescued. Heroic.

It was precisely because of this incident that Lao Zhu had special respect for the First Emperor, not only for his historical status, but also for saving his grandson's life.

Now after what Zhu Houzhao said, they all understood in their hearts.

If Zhu Yuanzhang had not entered the imperial battlefield at that time, I am afraid Zhu Xiongying would not have been able to save him.

However, before the two of them could finish celebrating, Zhu Houzhao continued:

"But this is just the beginning of pain for you."

"In August of the same year, my great grandmother became ill due to grief due to the death of her grandson. Coupled with all-day fatigue, she also passed away and left you."

When Lao Zhu heard this, he was stunned for a moment and looked at Queen Ma who was a little silent.

In August of that year, Empress Ma did fall ill, but she managed to survive with the help of the imperial physician and the medicine Zhu Yuanzhang asked for.

The two of them didn't expect that it would be another hurdle.

Seeing that the two people did not ask, Zhu Houzhao continued: "The hemp rope is cut at the smallest point, and bad luck only seeks out the poor."

"God seems to be targeting you deliberately. After the grandson's wife left, Hongwu 25 years, that is, ten years later."

"Your most cherished child, the wise king in the eyes of all ministers, Prince Zhu Biao, passed away due to a serious illness."

"Bi'er!"

Lao Zhu opened his mouth, and a flash of pain flashed in his eyes.

He didn't dare to think that if he had not entered the Imperial Battlefield, Ming Dynasty's fate might have been just like what this child said.

Thinking of his favorite grandson, his countless wives who supported each other and helped him, and the death of his most cherished son, Lao Zhu felt a knife-like pain in his heart.

He didn't know how he should persevere at that time, and how he could persevere.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the nameless pain in his heart, Lao Zhu continued to look at Zhu Houzhao and listened to what he continued.

"The death of your only heir is a big blow to you, but the country will continue to move forward." "I don't know what you were thinking at the time. The royal family has no record of this. You skipped all the sons and chose the position. Zhu Yunwen, the son of the Lu family who was righted, was made the grandson of the emperor."

"Yun Wen!"

Lao Zhu muttered for a moment, and the child who was weak and bookish appeared in his mind.

Thinking of the child's usual behavior, Lao Zhu shook his head.

"Confused!"

Zhu Houzhao looked at Lao Zhu, wondering whether Lao Zhu was talking about himself or Zhu Yunwen.

"In the 31st year of Hongwu's reign, you have been busy all your life and died of illness on your bed."

"In the same year, Zhu Yunwen ascended the throne and was named Jianwen."

"After he ascended the throne, he felt that those uncles posed too great a threat to him. He overturned your idea of ​​letting the vassal king guard the border and decided to cut down the vassal and stabilize the imperial rule."

"He first deposed the king of Zhou, the king of Dai, the king of Qi, the king of Min, and the king of Xiang on various charges."

"One of them, King Xiang, couldn't bear the humiliation and burned himself to death."

"Oh!"

Zhu Houzhao was about to talk about his ancestor Zhu Di. When he heard what Zhu Yunzhao did, Lao Zhu kicked the table in front of him angrily.

"madness."

"You are an unfaithful, unfilial and unjust thing. We were so blind that we chose you, a little bastard."

"Why was it your eldest brother who died back then, and why wasn't you the one who died?"

"Our hero, why are you so cruel to abandon grandpa and leave?"

"Zhu Biao, you are a traitor. We have trained you for so long, and we are just waiting for you to take over and inherit our family business. You cruel thing, why did you leave us like this?"

The more Lao Zhu talked about it, the sadder he became, and finally he covered his face and squatted on the ground crying.

This scene not only stunned Zhu Houzhao, but Empress Ma also looked helpless.

He glanced at Zhu Houzhao apologetically and asked Zhu Houzhao to wait.

Queen Ma stood up, came to Zhu Yuanzhang's side, and pulled Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Chongba, why are you crying? The eldest grandson and Biao'er are fine, aren't they?"

"Besides, you didn't cry to me. Isn't it a bit too much?"

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was feeling sad, froze when he heard his wife's words.

Only then did he come back to his senses. Everything Zhu Houzhao said was the original history, and the current Ming Dynasty has been completely changed because of the imperial battlefield.

Good guy, Zhu Houzhao really has a talent for storytelling, and he let Lao Zhu bring himself into it.

"Cough cough..."

Lao Zhu coughed awkwardly and stood up. He pulled Queen Ma, who was pretending to be angry, and said, "Sister, don't be angry. We weren't too angry just now."

"When we heard that you were gone, my heart felt like ten thousand swords had passed through it. It hurt so much that it scratched my heart and liver. It's just that I didn't say anything about it, I kept it in my heart."

"Humph!"

Seeing that this guy was still acting the same despite his age, Queen Ma rolled her eyes at him and returned to her seat with a cold snort.

Embarrassed in front of the juniors, Zhu Yuanzhang coughed dryly and said to Zhu Houzhao pretending to be serious: "What, little brat, you didn't see anything just now, did you?"

Facing Lao Zhu's threatening eyes, Zhu Houzhao quickly shook his head.

"Um...I was distracted just now. Did something happen to Grandfather just now?"

Zhu Houzhao's confused and stunned eyes made Lao Zhu very satisfied.

This little brat deserves to be a member of our old Zhu family. The way he talks lies with his eyes open is exactly the same as mine.

(End of this chapter)