The six-dimensional pictures of emperors of all dynasties were exposed, and the ancestors panicked

Chapter 468: Start with a bowl
Daqin
Ying Zheng knelt quietly on the couch.

He looked at the table in front of him with empty eyes.

He thought of his mother.

Thinking of the days in Zhao.

I am the descendant of King Zhaoxiang of Qin. Although Zhao State is unhappy about this, they will not kill me and provoke Qin State to talk badly.

But the humiliations of all kinds never ceased.

And mother...

Ying Zheng couldn't figure out whether she loved him or not?
If you say no, he was clearly in danger in Zhao but he used his weak body to protect himself.

If so, why did he conspire with Lao Ai to harm me?

Or, am I just a stepping stone for her to advance?
Just like my father...

Ying Zheng's empty eyes gradually regained their luster.

But this light is gloomy and dark.

“No matter how big or small the matter is, it is impossible to have such a big or small thing.”

"It all depends on me."

I never sit back and wait for someone to restrain me.

No matter who the other party is.

But in the next moment...

He inevitably thought of Crown Prince Fusu again.

A complete fool in his eyes.

"..."

No wonder the emperors of the Han Dynasty always liked to say this.

"Not like me."

……

big man
Liu Bang swung his legs and took a sip of wine.

"Even though my father always beats me and looks down on me."

“But it’s still good for me.”

Lu Zhi snorted softly.

"The eldest sister-in-law looked down on you, but she was also very nice to you."

"How did you repay?"

Liu Bang wanted to express his gratitude for his good fortune, but was put out of his mind by a word from Lu Zhi.

"That...that's because she looks down on people."

Lu Zhi glanced at him from head to toe and looked him up and down for a long time.

sneered:
"You were dissolute and rude when you were young."

"Stealing."

“Much ado about nothing.”

"It looks like he is not productive."

"What decent person would like you?"

Liu Bang's expression changed for a while, and finally his eyes lit up, and he said with a playful smile:
"My dear old man!"

In an instant.

The flock of birds perched on the Weiyang Palace were startled and flew away by an angry roar.

"Liu Ji!!!"

"You were deceived!!!"

……

The period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty
Liu Che considered himself to be a rather hard-hearted person.

When it comes to a heart as firm as a rock, perhaps only Qin Shi Huang can compete with me.

But at this moment, he couldn't help but look sad.

“The people were forced to this point by the imperial court.”

"It is imperative to punish the criminals and punish the people."

"This Zhu Chongba is not a rebel."

"It is truly a great justice for the world, saving the world from being in suspense!"

Liu Che was so excited that he danced with joy.

Huo Qubing had no idea what was wrong with the emperor.

Wei Zifu understood a little bit.

It should be said or not, no matter what the purpose is.

The late emperor was truly kind to Your Majesty with all his heart.

After the death of the late emperor, the Empress Dowager has been hindering Your Majesty in every way, which further highlights Your Majesty's longing for his father.

Your Majesty, he...

Wei Zifu looked at Liu Che with red eyes.

He also lost his father at an early age.

……

Ming dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang wiped his eyes.

Then he stared at the dragon robe on his body in a daze.

The sandalwood incense curls up from the gilded tiger-swallowing copper censer.

The palace maids and eunuchs serving in the palace were waiting for the monarch's orders.

"Marquis Yihui is a kind man."

Zhu Yuanzhang was like an unconscious octogenarian, muttering to himself:

"Logically, we should have made preparations to collect the body."

“But there’s actually nothing to prepare for.”

"There's not even a grain of food left, let alone a coffin."

"Forget about the coffin. I couldn't find a complete piece of clothing for the burial even after searching the whole house."

Zhu Yuanzhang stared straight into the void.

The whole person seemed to have aged a bit out of nowhere.

His face was tired and his tone was exhausted. "There's nothing we can do... Sister, there's really nothing we can do."

"We can only ask our parents... ask our parents..."

Cover your face with your hands.

The sobbing sounded particularly weak in the silent palace.

"We can only let our parents...wear those tattered clothes full of holes."

"He was buried in the soil, rolled up in the reed mat that was torn with many holes."

"Just bury it hastily..."

"I am unfilial..."

Empress Ma looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, who could not forget this memory.
Hug him with heartache.

"Dad and Mom will understand you."

"Father and mother...eldest brother, second brother, sister and sister-in-law...they will all understand you."

"They love you the most."

"I won't blame you."

At this time Zhu Yuanzhang was not the emperor.

Not the husband of his wife, not the father of his son.

Just a child who misses his parents.

……

On the canopy.

Wearing a monk's robe that had been washed so much that it looked bleached white.

Zhu Chongba, with a shaved head, was sweeping fallen leaves in front of the temple.

Waves of Buddhist chanting came from the main hall behind the temple gate.

With the clear sound of the chimes, the chanting stopped.

A dozen monks walked out of the hall and went to the side hall.

Zhu Chongba was stunned for a moment, threw away the broom in his hand and hurried to catch up.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw a big pot emitting white steam.

Holding the broken bowl, Zhu Yuanzhang, with a face full of expectation, stared stiffly at the wooden ladle that was stretched over his bowl.

A few grains of rice are clearly visible inside.

Zhu Chongba glanced.

You can even count the grains of rice in the pot.

He immediately understood something and walked aside stiffly.

I squatted down with a group of fellow brothers, sipping rice soup.

In just a moment, all the monks had drunk enough water.

The old monk in the room looked at the people at the door and sighed:
"Since the drought and plague, fewer people have come to donate money for incense, and the temple has no surplus food."

"You are all homeless children, and I promised you."

"As long as I have porridge, you will definitely have soup."

"And now..."

The old monk supported his knees and slowly stood up.

With his hands behind his back, he walked leisurely past the crowd.

"There is no food left in the temple. Let's go out and into the human world."

"Go beg for alms and seek survival."

Zhu Yuanzhang watched the scenes before him in a daze.

I cried with my senior brother and said goodbye with my senior brother.

Holding a wooden fish and a clay bowl.

Walk out of the dilapidated gate of the temple.

At the beginning, it was actually a journey of begging for food, but it was called almsgiving.

Walking through the countryside and passing through the city.

From being unable to speak up the first time to being calm and confident after countless times.

In Luzhou, I ate white flour buns given by wealthy and kind people.

In Gushi, they prayed for the souls of the dead outside the city and picked up the offerings to fill their stomachs.

In Xinyang, they dug wild grass from a deserted temple to make soup to get through the cold and hungry winter nights.

In Runing, he slept peacefully in the servants' room of a wealthy family.

In Chenzhou, doing odd jobs for others could earn three or five copper coins.

In Luyi, a man squatted on the street and fought with beggars.

In Bozhou, a man was almost bitten to death by a dog while stealing food from someone's kitchen.

In Yingzhou, he stole the robbers' knives and intercepted their food.

In Fengyang, he kowtowed again in front of a mound of earth covered with weeds.

Place a few frost-bitten persimmons in front of the mound.

"Dad, Mom. My son is back."

……

[But the world is in chaos, where can there be a true pure land? ]

[Zhu Chongba became a monk in Huangjue Temple and lived there for more than fifty days]

[“The monks in the temple stopped eating because of the famine”]

【He had no choice but to go out to other places to beg for food.】

[First go south to Luzhou (Hefei, Anhui), then turn west from Luzhou to Gushi and Xinyang, Henan]

[From Xinyang to the north to Runing (Ru'nan) and Chenzhou (Huaiyang)]

[East through Luyi, Bozhou (Bozhou), to Yingzhou (Fuyang)]

[Monks who travel around begging for alms are actually beggars, and their lives are naturally very hard.]

[This wandering life of sleeping in the open air, following the wind like a tent, and begging along the way lasted for more than three years.]

[Until 1348 AD, he returned to Huangjue Temple in Haozhou]

……

(End of this chapter)