A century-old family that runs through the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 130 Taizu’s dream?

Zhu Zhanji looked left and right, looking around.

Who is speaking?

He didn't let him wait for too long. A figure slowly appeared in front of him out of thin air, from virtual to real.

Looking at the figure in front of him who had seen him countless times in the ancestral temple portraits, Zhu Zhanji opened his mouth wide. It took him a long time before he finally uttered four words from his mouth in an unbelievable tone:

"Emperor Taizu..."

"Just call me great-grandfather. Now that we are here, there is no such thing as an emperor." A gentle smile appeared on Zhu Yuanzhang's face.

That's right, the person in front of Zhu Zhanji turned out to be middle-aged Zhu Yuanzhang in dragon robes!
Zhu Zhanji rubbed his eyes, but when he thought of the place he was in, which seemed like a fairyland, he suddenly didn't feel so strange anymore.

"Great-grandfather..."

He tentatively asked:

"Am I dead?"

"No." Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head: "But you only have five months to live."

An expression of disappointment and regret suddenly appeared on Zhu Zhanji's face.

After all, he is only 36 years old. He is still very young and of course he does not want to leave that colorful world.

However, he soon cheered up again.

"Then after I die, I will be like you, like this..."

He gestured, with a look of curiosity and excitement in his eyes.

Zhu Yuanzhang paused for a moment, with a strange look on his face, but finally nodded:
"Of course, we are protected by the dragon energy of the dynasty. After death, we will exist in the form of souls even if we do not enter reincarnation."

"Um, is grandpa okay?" Zhu Zhanji suddenly blurted out not knowing what was going on.

Zhu Yuanzhang's smiling face suddenly froze.

"He..." Zhu Yuanzhang said quietly: "What do you think?"

"Ah..." Zhu Zhanji smiled awkwardly: "That must not be good...but great-grandfather, grandfather was forced to do so after all, and the Yongle Dynasty was also prosperous after that!"

"I know." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed: "It's not entirely his fault, it's also the fault of that boy Yunwen who did such a great job, and I was..."

His expression flashed with sternness: "But I didn't say that I wanted him to take the throne. This kid is not honest!"

Zhu Zhanji felt relieved and a smile appeared on his face: "That's good. Just scold him a few words, but don't hurt him too much." Zhu Di was still very good to him.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes suddenly lit up: "How is that possible! Of course I gave him a beating. No matter what, the Zhu family can't kill each other! His hands were stained with his nephew's blood, of course I had to teach him a lesson! Not only It's him, and Yun Wen, no one can escape if we fight each other!"

"If Biao'er hadn't begged for mercy, and if this kid had done a pretty good job later, just for this reason, this kid would still have to be whipped!"

"Ah?" Zhu Zhanji's smile suddenly froze on his face.

"Why, you think what I did was wrong?" Zhu Yuanzhang glanced sideways at him.

"You did it right, you did it right." Zhu Zhanji quickly replied, and at the same time he was secretly lucky: Fortunately, he didn't kill the King of Han.

In this time and space, Han King Zhu Gaoxu finally died in the prison where he was under house arrest in the ninth year of Xuande without being killed.

Perhaps it was because Yan Keng's advice to "pacify the hearts of the kings by asking the King of Han not to die" had an effect. Anyway, there was no such farce.

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted: "If I hadn't given him the Dagui you transformed into in his dream, which made him think you were a god-given son and therefore favor you, your father might not have been able to ascend the throne, and you still speak for him. ?”

"Ah?! Is that rumor true?" Zhu Zhanji was dumbfounded.

"Of course." Zhu Yuanzhang patted him on the shoulder: "Your birth was God's will!"

"So, what do you think I did?" Zhu Zhanji asked cautiously.

"What do you think?" Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at him majestically:
"Although that brat, Fourth, has done something that makes me dissatisfied, at least his civil and martial arts are good. What about you? Mongolia shrank back, ignored Southwest and Southwest, and almost lost Cochin. You are not fighting But why do you have to throw it away? Just to save some money?" "Lao Si and I have worked hard to build such a huge empire, but you have thrown away so much, what do you think?"

Zhu Zhanji looked miserable after what he said and lowered his head.

Fortunately, just when he was frustrated, a hand patted his shoulder:

"Boy, why are you lowering your head? You are the emperor of heaven, raise your head!"

Zhu Zhanji raised his head and met Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, sternly but with approval:

"Although you made mistakes, during the Xuande Dynasty, the politics were clear, the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. You still did a pretty good job!"

"Lao Si and I have been fighting for years, making the people of the Ming Dynasty suffer from hard labor. I also know this."

"Thanks to you, we have stabilized the people, eliminated the hidden diseases left by the prosperous age of Yongle, restored peace to the world, and made all the people happy. This is all your credit!"

"Without you to allow Ming Dynasty to recuperate, I'm afraid Ming Dynasty's national destiny will not last too long."

"The people want to be grateful to you, and the Fourth Brother also wants to thank you."

"I'm proud of you, too!"

Hearing these words, a warm current flowed through Zhu Zhanji's heart, and he only felt a little moist in his eyes.

But before he could speak, Zhu Yuanzhang put away his warmth and his expression became serious:
"Okay, no more gossiping. I am here this time to remind you of something important."

Zhu Zhanji immediately said seriously:

"You say."

Zhu Yuanzhang's expression became very serious, and he said in a deep voice:
"I have calculated that our Ming Dynasty still has one calamity. This calamity is related to the survival of our Ming Dynasty. If we cannot survive it, I am afraid that only half of the Ming Dynasty will survive."

"I tried my best to calculate, but I only know that the person who broke the situation is Ruixuan...it is King Jingping, his descendant."

"Descendants of King Jingping? Are you talking about Duke Chen? Or Duke Yue? Or their descendants?"

Zhu Zhanji suddenly felt a headache. In the past few years, both the north and the south have been blooming. Chen Guogong is okay. He only has one legitimate son and one concubine. There are many descendants of Yue Duke in the south. Yan Ya and Princess Yongjia are in a row. He gave birth to six children, and these children have grown up and have children. Who knows which one he is talking about.

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head, with regret on his face: "I don't know either. That's why I came to remind you and ask you to make corresponding arrangements."

As he spoke, his voice suddenly began to become erratic, and his figure became lighter and fainter:

"The time is coming soon, it's time for me to go, and it's time for you to return to the earth."

"Remember what I said!"

"Don't worry about using the Yan family. The descendants of King Jingping are all loyal people and can bear important responsibilities!"

"Build carefully..."

Before he finished the last sentence, he completely disappeared.

Zhu Zhanji was confused, what to build?However, before he could figure it out, there was a sudden spin, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the magnificent ceiling of the palace.

Zhu Zhanji struggled to sit up, feeling that everything was like a dream.

Me, I just met Taizu?
Can't it be just a dream?
As soon as this idea arose, he was killed by himself.

Without him, it is too real.

He staggered to the window, looked up at the stars, and saw stars twinkling in the night sky.

The disaster mentioned by Taizu suddenly flashed through his mind.

Emperor Xuande closed his eyes and recited silently in his heart:

Emperor Taizu, ancestors and ancestors!

Please bless me!
(End of this chapter)