Emperor Ming's grandson

Chapter 2: Our eldest grandson is still alive? !
Zhu Yuanzhang was suddenly startled, and the muscles in his whole body tensed instantly. His hands immediately touched his waist almost subconsciously, but now it is no longer the chaotic days of the late Yuan Dynasty, and he has not had the habit of carrying a sword for a long time.

After coming back to his senses, Zhu Yuanzhang looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, but the surroundings were still silent, and there was no voice to answer him. Only the sunlight shone on the bluestone, reflecting a little of what he showed at this moment when no one was around. consternation.

Our eldest grandson is still alive? !
As the founding emperor of the Ming Empire, Zhu Yuanzhang had experienced countless storms in his life, but at this moment, he could not conceal his inner surprise.

The words "Grandpa, I miss you" were so real and clear, as if they were whispering in his ear.

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head, trying to wake himself up, but those words were like a curse, lingering in his mind.

He never thought that he would hear his grandson's voice in this situation.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but began to wonder, could there really be ghosts and gods in this world? Could it be that his eldest grandson, the child for whom he had high hopes, really sent words from the underworld?

These thoughts flashed in his mind, making him feel an inexplicable uneasiness. Zhu Yuanzhang had not felt this uneasy feeling for many years.

But Zhu Yuanzhang was Zhu Yuanzhang after all. The Hongwu Emperor quickly calmed down in a very short period of time. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled it to calm his inner turmoil.

"Maybe it's an auditory hallucination." Zhu Yuanzhang thought to himself.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew very well that as the emperor of the Ming Empire, he could not easily believe in these ghosts and gods, and he had really missed his grandson too much recently, so the auditory hallucination caused by excessive longing was a good explanation for the situation just now.

After all, who hasn’t had a hallucination?
However, despite this, he still could not completely erase the longing in his heart. Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the tombstone again, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

Zhu Yuanzhang thought for a while and called out the commander Mao Xiang of the Jin Yiwei who was guarding far away.

"Go and summon Qiu Xuanqing for us."

Now that Mr. Liu Bowen of Qingtian, who can communicate with gods through hexagrams, has passed away, Zhu Yuanzhang can only consult Qiu Xuanqing for this kind of matter.

Following the summons of Mao Xiang, the commander of the Jin Yiwei, a middle-aged man in Taoist robes quickly rushed over. He was the former abbot of Wulong Palace in Wudang Mountain, a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, and now the minister of Taichang Temple. ——Qiu Xuanqing.

Since Qiu Xuanqing entered the dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang would discuss with him whenever he encountered major sacrificial matters such as worshiping heaven and earth. Qiu Xuanqing's memorial also came true. He was a figure like Lin Lingsu, the Northern Song Dynasty's national teacher, and was deeply trusted by Zhu Yuanzhang. Even when he was not in court, he was still treated with Taoist attire and etiquette.

Far away from the mausoleum.

Qiu Xuanqing's steps were steady, his expression was calm, and he flicked the whisk, as if he had left all the troubles of the world behind him.

When he saw Zhu Yuanzhang, he then saluted and said, "I am a poor Taoist, Qiu Xuanqing, and I would like to pay my respects to Your Majesty."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, and his voice was low and powerful: "Zhenren Pingshen, we summoned you today because we want to ask you something."

Qiu Xuanqing stood up and met Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze calmly.

"We just heard Dasun's voice. Dasun said he missed us very much."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flashed with sharp light, as if he wanted to penetrate Qiu Xuanqing's soul.

Qiu Xuanqing was startled for a moment, then regained his composure.

He thought for a moment before speaking slowly: "Your Majesty, please do not be overly sad."

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his brows slightly. He was not surprised by Qiu Xuanqing's answer, because no one else would believe such a thing. To be honest, until now, Zhu Yuanzhang felt that he might be hallucinating. But there was always a sense of luck in his heart.

"Don't you believe what we say?" Zhu Yuanzhang frowned.

"Your Majesty, there is a difference between yin and yang, but His Highness Prince Yu will definitely miss you down below."

Qiu Xuanqing did not dare to deny Zhu Yuanzhang, but he made everything clear that needed to be said.

Obviously, Qiu Xuanqing still didn't believe this kind of thing, but he couldn't openly challenge it and could only comfort Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang also understood what Qiu Xuanqing meant, and the luck in his heart disappeared without a trace.

——Yes, the eldest grandson is dead, how can he talk to me? It's just an auditory hallucination caused by excessive longing.

"Your Majesty, why don't I offer a sacrifice to His Majesty King Yu, which can be regarded as comforting King Yu for His Majesty."

Zhu Yuanzhang listened to Qiu Xuanqing's words, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, and then he said: "That's fine, let people prepare it now. Just prepare it according to the ceremony of the prince's sacrifice. We will be in the distance." Watch."

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang's identity is just a grandfather who lost his grandson.

Qiu Xuanqing bowed silently, and then began to call people to prepare for the sacrifice.

More than half an hour later, a group of officials dressed in plain clothes, black gauze hats, and black horn belts, under the auspices of Qiu Xuanqing, began to carry out the sacrificial process in strict accordance with the prince's etiquette standards. They first offered sheep, hogs, and beans, and then placed The wine bottles were filled with wine, and finally the usual delicacies such as goose soup rice and other offerings were presented.

All the officials present looked serious and sad.

In this depressing atmosphere, Qiu Xuanqing finished reading the memorial text in a mellow tone, and then carefully put the paper with the memorial text on it into the stove in front of him. Seeing the flames licking the sacrificial paper quickly, Qiu Xuanqing's heart, which had always been hanging, began to slowly relax. The whole sacrificial process went very smoothly.

Qiu Xuanqing thought silently in his heart: "Your Highness, Prince Yu, you can go in peace."

Seeing that the sacrificial ceremony was coming to an end, all the officials also relaxed in unison.

But at this moment.

A vague and intermittent voice suddenly came from above Qiu Xuanqing's head.

"Grandpa, hit me (answer)"

Qiu Xuanqing stood there, the sacrificial paper in his hand burned to the end, and the flames directly burned his fingers, but he remained unaware.

At this moment, the entire memorial scene seemed to have fallen into a dead silence, with only the sound of Qiu Xuanqing's heartbeat echoing in his ears.

But Qiu Xuanqing is a master after all, so he still remained calm at this time. He shook his fingers, narrowed his eyes that were somewhat blinded by the incense, and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, but the surroundings were still filled with chaos. Solemn.

Qiu Xuanqing only saw the curls of incense on the altar, the spiritual tablet of the deceased emperor's eldest grandson, and the ashes of the burned sacrificial paper dancing gently in the breeze, reflecting this lonely scene.

"Could it be that the soul of His Highness Prince Yu is really causing trouble?!"

As soon as this thought came up, Qiu Xuanqing felt a chill.

What your Majesty heard was not false!

Qiu Xuanqing calmly presided over the end of the sacrificial ceremony, and then came to Zhu Yuanzhang, who was watching a hundred steps away.

"You heard it too."

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang felt a sense of relief in his heart!

He didn't misunderstand just now, his guess was correct, the eldest grandson was still alive, it was the eldest grandson who was talking to him!
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but feel a sense of hope in his heart. He looked at Qiu Xuanqing, raised his eyebrows, and asked in a deep voice: "So, our eldest grandson is really still alive?!"

"Alive is not the right word."

Qiu Xuanqing took a deep breath, and his voice carried an otherworldly indifference: "Your Majesty, there is a difference between yin and yang between heaven and earth. Some things cannot be explained. Perhaps it is the yearning of the emperor's eldest grandson that has passed through some barriers. , it reached His Majesty’s ears, but the person died and could not be resurrected after all.”

Zhu Yuanzhang's brows furrowed deeply. Doesn't he know that people cannot be resurrected after death? But he really missed his grandson too much. In the past month, he had dreamed countless times at midnight, and Zhu Yuanzhang's dreams were full of his grandson.

Zhu Yuanzhang was not afraid, and his words were as clear as stone: "Even if our eldest grandson is dead, he is still our eldest grandson!"

He is Zhu Yuanzhang, the Hongwu Emperor!

He is the one who wrote "Killing all the millions of soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River, the sword on his waist is still bloody"!
He crawled out from the sea of ​​blood and corpses in the chaos of the late Yuan Dynasty. He had killed many people in his life. It would be strange if he was afraid of ghosts.

Anyway, Zhu Yuanzhang just accepted this truth.

——No matter whether the eldest grandson is beside him or below, he is Zhu Yuanzhang’s eldest grandson!

As for the so-called theory of yin and yang, Zhu Yuanzhang doesn't care!
Zhu Yuanzhang just wanted to talk to his eldest grandson, even if he said a word, that's fine!
But, what does Da Sun mean by "beat me" this time?
Is the eldest grandson being bullied down there?
With doubts, Zhu Yuanzhang and Qiu Xuanqing came to the grave, but there was no sound for a long time.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly realized a question: "When did you hear that sentence just now?"

Qiu Xuanqing replied without hesitation: "It's 9:00."

Qiu Xuanqing was particular about choosing Si time to start the sacrificial ceremony, because the meaning of this time is "yin people should travel far, and yang people should stay".

Zhu Yuanzhang fell into deep thought. He came to Zhongshan very early today. If he remembers correctly, the first time he heard Da Sun's voice should be at Chenshi!
Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly made a bold guess.

Chenshi is a full hour away from Sishi, so does that mean that if the separation between Yin and Yang is really broken, the next time he can hear Dasun's voice will be at noon?

This is just a conjecture of Zhu Yuanzhang, and he is not sure, but even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will never give up. After all, he really misses his grandson too much!
Qiu Xuanqing also supports Zhu Yuanzhang's guess, because now that there are not many clues, this is the most reliable answer.

Soon, Zhu Yuanzhang's conjecture was confirmed.

When the sun was setting at noon, intermittent and vague sounds came from above the tombstone again.

But this voice made Zhu Yuanzhang and Qiu Xuanqing immediately surprised!

"Grandpa, I'm wearing a yellow robe. I have to work hard here to fight every day and have no money."

(End of this chapter)