Da Ming Tai Shi

Chapter 70

The words Your Majesty arrived silenced all the voices in the small world of the Li family, and even the hoarse crying before, all disappeared invisible at this moment.

No one cared about guarding the spirit anymore, they all ran out in a swarm and knelt down.

Nuo Da's yard, except for Zhu Biao standing alone.

To be precise, he is still kicking Huazhong.

It seems that this is infuriating and crazy, and Zhu Yuanzhang doesn't give him face.

While everyone was waiting, Lao Zhu walked in surrounded by dozens of Wuyangyang people, but none of the people present dared to shout Long live to say hello, who made Zhu Biao still fight Huazhong there.

Zhu Yuanzhang naturally saw it too. When he first heard of Li Wenzhong's death, he was in great grief. Now seeing Zhu Biao's loss of composure, he immediately frowned and scolded.

"What are you doing! Do you still look like a prince!"

"Father!" Zhu Biao turned his head sideways, and his voice was extremely sad: "Brother Wen Zhong is gone!"

"We know, we know."

This cry almost broke Zhu Yuanzhang's heart, and he didn't care to blame Zhu Biao for his sin of losing his composure in front of the imperial court, so he hurried forward to fight in person.

Only then did Zhu Biao stop.

Looking at Huazhong whose face was covered with blood, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed.

"Come here, take the Marquis of Huai'an down for treatment."

"He can't go!"

Zhu Biao was even restless at this moment, pointing at Huazhong furiously: "Bring back Cao Guogong!"

Huazhong really wants to cry but has no tears. How can he become Li Wenzhong? My prince, you are embarrassing.

Seeing that Zhu Biao had completely lost his composure, Zhu Yuanzhang was very dissatisfied.

This is not the virtue that a prince should have.

I don't know what it means to have Mount Tai collapse in front of me without changing my face, and I don't know what it means to have a thunderbolt in my heart while my face is as flat as a lake.

If one Li Wenzhong died, the life of the Ming Dynasty would not be able to survive.

"Biaoer." Zhu Yuanzhang emphasized his tone, reminding Zhu Biao to pay attention to the occasion.

But how could he have imagined that Zhu Biao, who has always been honest and obedient, and very cautious and sensible in front of him, would really dare not give him face at this moment.

"Father, he can't leave!"

"At the end of last year, Cao Guogong fell ill. The emperor ordered the Huazhong chief physician to treat Cao Guogong. A month ago, Huazhong told his son that Cao Guogong's health had improved greatly. Why did he suddenly die? Before he made it clear, he Huazhong Can't go."

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned.

This was the first time that Zhu Biao contradicted him in front of the public.

"Marker."

"Father, he can't leave!"

Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath, and felt cold behind him, saying that he ordered from left and right: "Put all the medical officers in Central China and stationed in Cao Guogong's mansion into imperial prison, and give them to me for trial!"

Everyone is dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that this step would be Zhu Yuanzhang's retreat!
Mao Xiang took the man in response, and dragged Huazhong, who was crying for injustice, away on the ground.

"Is this going to work, can you let your father and me pass?"

Only then did Zhu Biao wake up, clasped his fists and stepped aside.

"Get up."

Passing the way out of the crowd, Zhu Yuanzhang strode into the mourning hall, and at the same time shouted: "Jing Long, come in too."

At this time, the young man who blocked Zhu Biao with Chen Yunfu before responded and entered the room.

This is Li Jinglong?

The God of War in the early Ming Dynasty.

Chen Yunfu only felt that his teeth fell down for a while. This kid looked handsome and stylish, and he was just a show for a long time.

Now that Zhu Yuanzhang brought Zhu Biao and Li Jinglong into the house, Chen Yunfu couldn't follow in, so he had to stay outside with a large group of Li's family members.

But at this time, Chen Yunfu discovered an interesting thing.

That is, since Zhu Yuanzhang arrived, the family members of the Li family changed from crying to weeping, as if they were afraid of alarming the holy car.

Good guy, Lao Zhu's bad name will soon stop children from crying at night.

In the room, Zhu Yuanzhang was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Li Wenzhong's cold hands tightly with his big hands, looking a little lonely.

"Zhong'er is gone, we have lost a child, and Daming has lost a good general. It's a pity that God will not lie and hurt my pillars."

"My condolences, Your Majesty."

Li Jinglong knelt on the ground and shed tears, but he did not forget to comfort Zhu Yuanzhang: "Before my father died, he told his ministers that he wanted them to serve the king and the country, and said that the most regrettable thing in his life was I failed to continue fighting for His Majesty, and I failed to die on the battlefield of the Northern Expedition Grassland."

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help being disturbed by what he said. Thinking of Li Wenzhong's hard work over the years, his eyes were hot and his nose was sore, and he shed tears.

No matter how hard-hearted Zhu Yuanzhang is, he is not a grass tree and a stone. Li Wenzhong was adopted by him when he was 12 years old. After more than [-] years, this father-son relationship is firm after all.

Relieving the grief in his heart, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Biao and said in a gentle voice, "Biaoer, how is your health recently?"

"It's fine."

"Take care of your body, take care of your body." Zhu Yuanzhang chanted this sentence: "Sure enough, health is the most important thing. What is fame and wealth? When people are gone, everything is gone."

"Ugh."

With a heavy sigh, Zhu Yuanzhang stood up, his burly and sturdy body swayed, and Baoxiang's three souls separated from his body in fright and hurriedly supported him.

"Baoxiang, draw up an order."

Zhu Yuanzhang said sadly: "Pursue the loyal son Qiyang King, Jinglong's heir, and stop court for three days to mourn Cao Guogong."

Feng Wang Yinzi, this is the highest honor of the Ming Dynasty
Li Jinglong nodded his thanks.

And Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Biao again, and said in an apologetic tone.

"Let's go back to the palace first. You can send off Zhong'er here for me. We know that Wen Zhong is gone. You are angry with us in your heart."

"My son doesn't dare."

Zhu Biao lowered his head, but his tone was terribly cold. It was obvious that he didn't mean what he said, and Li Jinglong, who was kneeling beside him, trembled with fright.

"Look, you just say you don't dare, and you dare not, just because we are the emperor, Biaoer, and we are father and son, not monarchs and ministers." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed and wanted to cry again, and stopped for a while, looking at Li Wenzhong and muttering .

"If we hadn't been so angry and put Zhong'er in prison, causing him to contract damp cold and cause old sores, with his body, he wouldn't have died so early."

Zhu Yuanzhang rarely showed an old man's demeanor. After removing the disguise of an emperor through the ages, he was just an old man in his dying years.

"We know that we are selfish, we always do things only for our own pleasure, Xiuying is angry with us, you are angry with us, Zhong'er is also angry.

Everyone was so angry, we regret it now, really regret it.

Sorry, sorry, it's too late. "

With Baoxiang's support, Zhu Yuanzhang took one last look at Li Wenzhong, shed two tears, wiped his head and left.

When it comes, it walks like a dragon and when it walks like a tiger, and when it goes, it is bent and hobbled.

Even Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't bear the pain of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man.

Even Zhu Yuanzhang himself can't remember clearly, this is the first time he has lost his relatives in his life.

Parents, brother, grandson, wife, son.

Now because of Li Wenzhong's death, Zhu Yuanzhang felt Zhu Biao's anger and even a trace of resentment towards him even more?

Could it be that Tianjia really has no family affection?

(End of this chapter)