Da Ming Tai Shi

Chapter 7 Seeing and hearing in the hall of several banquets

In the Jiyan Hall, Zhu Biao coughed up blood. The eunuchs were in a hurry, but instead of looking for an imperial doctor for Zhu Biao, they led them to the side hall to change into a new filial dress.

"Hundred officials are coming soon, let them see, they will think wildly."

"For the sake of the country, His Royal Highness, I beg you to take good care of your golden body."

The old eunuch cried anxiously, begging Zhu Biao not to cry anymore.

"The emperor locked himself in the Kunning Palace and didn't show up. Our Ming Dynasty depends entirely on you."

This sentence can be regarded as solving the doubts in Chen Yunfu's heart. No wonder I didn't see Zhu Biao come over until now, and Zhu Yuanzhang was too sad to lock himself up.

This important matter of the queen's death, how many regulations need to be arranged in Beijing and outside the capital, of course Zhu Biao has to sit in the town and discuss with all the officials in person, so there is no time to watch the coffin.

It's almost too soon to arrange this day.

Zhu Biao finally stopped his voice, followed the eunuchs to change clothes in a daze, and then knelt on the leading futon with blank eyes, staring at Empress Ma's coffin in a daze.

Chen Yunfu glanced furtively several times, and sighed inwardly.

The love between mother and child is deep, and it can be seen that this hurt Zhu Biao hard enough.

Thinking about the death of the eldest son Zhu Xiongying just a few months ago, and now that his mother has died, his mind has been severely injured at a young age.

Zhu Biao, Zhu Biao, it's true that he hasn't been alive for a few years.

As time went by, more and more people came to Jiyan Hall, and they probably were the dignitaries and courtiers in Beijing.

It doesn't matter if it's true or false, anyway, as soon as this group of people arrived, the scriptures in Chen Yunfu's mouth could not be recited happily, and all kinds of wailing sounds filled his ears.

That grief was even worse than Zhu Biao's crying. Those who didn't know it thought it was their mother who died.

So, true or false.

Chen Yunfu didn't believe that Empress Ma lived in the deep palace all year round, how many of these foreign ministers could see Feng Rong face to face, let alone have any feelings.

But people can not only cry, but also cry deeply and heartbreakingly.

The group of courtiers didn't cry, but when they cried, it aroused Zhu Biao's heartache. Only then did Zhu Biao stabilize the god, and Zhu Biao was sobbed by the atmosphere, sobbing choked up.

"Mother, mother, cough, cough, cough!"

Zhu Biao's condition was extremely poor, Chen Yunfu's heart was beating non-stop, and the wooden fish in his hand knocked unnaturally a few times.

The change in rhythm caught Yao Guangxiao's attention, and he tilted his head slightly and said something in a low voice.

"What's wrong with your heart?"

"Prince."

Yao Guangxiao also paused for a moment, but soon started hitting again, the rhythm was moderate and normal, and there was no chaos at all.He just closed his eyes slightly, and said silently: "The heart pulse has weakened, and the evil energy has filled the gate. The luck will not last long."

Chen Yunfu felt a little unbelievable.

Who would have thought that Yao Guangxiao's ability to recognize people's faces would be so terrifying, and he could tell that Zhu Biao's life is not long-term with just one glance?

Swallowing secretly, Chen Yunfu continued to speak in a low voice.

"Then, senior brother, since you can recognize it at a glance, do you want to report it?"

Affected by some exchanges in later generations, Chen Yunfu naturally also talked about topics like "If Zhu Biao didn't die, what would happen to the Ming Dynasty?"

But after saying this, Chen Yunfu felt a little regretful.

Zhu Biao's eldest son, Zhu Xiongying, died young, and now his eldest son is Zhu Yunqi. If Zhu Biao really survived and became Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty, after a hundred years, the throne must belong to Zhu Yunqi.

As for Emperor Jianwen, who can't do anything, he is much better than the God of War and Emperor Mingmen.

Besides, if Zhu Biao survived, what future would Yao Guangxiao have, and what future would he have for Chen Yunfu.

I am only a young novice monk, so what qualifications do I have to worry about Prince Ming.

The tube is too wide.

Chen Yunfu was still talking about himself, but Yao Guangxiao's voice rang in his ears.

"We are monks who recite scriptures, not doctors who hang pots. There are imperial doctors in the palace, and they specialize in art. They cure diseases and save people. The imperial doctors are much better than me, Yao."

Chen Yunfu's eyebrows twitched.

That's right, there are hundreds of top experts in the world gathered in the Grand Hospital of the Imperial Palace. Even Yao Guangxiao can see the disease, but can this group of medical experts not see it?
Did they not speak, or did they not want to speak?

Conspiracy theories are unacceptable, anyway, Chen Yunfu just thought about it for a while and quickly muttered in his mind.

The palace is terrible, but the temple is better.

The wailing in the Jiyan Hall lasted until the time of Hai Hai. During this period, some founding dignitaries of the five armies’ governor’s mansions also came, and they left after crying for three links. I don't know why.

"Let's also go to the side hall to rest."

At this time Yao Guangxiao stopped the wooden fish in his hand, nodded to Chen Yunfu and got up.

The latter was slightly taken aback.

"Brother, can you?"

"Don't you think you can kneel here for seven days and seven nights?" Yao Guangxiao said, "Just stay here until the four of them watch the night and chant scriptures. We will replace them tomorrow morning."

It is only necessary to have a day and night shift to guard the spirit, otherwise the hard-boiled King Kong would not be able to kneel for seven days.

Before seeing half an hour ago, Zhu Biao was helped away by several eunuchs.

It's just that the officials haven't dispersed yet.

Chen Yunfu got up and took a look, then hurriedly followed Yao Guangxiao.

"Don't worry about the group of officials, they are not willing to leave. The longer they kneel, the more they show their loyalty."

Not to mention that the imperial court only stipulated three days, even if they really kneeled for seven days, many officials in Beijing and their filial sons and grandsons were willing to kneel.

It doesn't matter if you kneel to death alive.

It would be more honorable to kneel down and die for the Queen's wake than to die in office.

Doing national work and worrying about being taken away by Zhu Yuanzhang to light up the sky lanterns, compared to how comfortable it is to watch the spirit.

If you survive, you will be promoted to an official rank, and you will kneel down and die to seal your wife Yinzi.

"Those who can be officials are all good people. Who can't see the emperor's deep affection for the former empress. How can the imperial decree in Chengtianmen be posted for nothing?"

Yao Guangxiao walked in front, and Chen Yunfu followed behind and nodded vigorously.

There is nothing wrong with saying this.

Anyone can underestimate, except those who are officials.

Especially bureaucrats with a rank of three or more in the ancient political background of the dictatorship of the king.

These people may not be as professional as any section chief or division chief in later generations, but their brains to figure out Shangyi, tsk tsk, are not at the same level at all.

"Then senior brother, do you want to be an official in the future?"

Chen Yunfu followed in a desperate manner, pretending to catch this sentence casually.

Yao Guangxiao stroked his beard and smiled, shaking his head.

"I am a man of idle clouds and wild cranes, so what is power and position with me, Amitabha."

(End of this chapter)