Emperor Ming's grandson

Chapter 9 Queen Ma is critically ill!
In July of the fifteenth year of Hongwu.

At this time, the atmosphere in Kunning Palace was solemn and solemn, as if even the air was frozen by sadness.

It was clearly morning, but the deep corridors were filled with brocades that blocked the wind and light. The swaying palace lanterns cast mottled light and shadow, but they could not dispel the haze that shrouded the bedside.

Zhu Yuanzhang, the Hongwu Emperor who made countless officials tremble and surrender at their feet, could only helplessly stay in front of Queen Ma's bed at this moment.

Dai Sigong, the doctor from the Taiyuan Hospital, knelt on the cold floor and announced the news that made Zhu Yuanzhang despair in a low and trembling voice: "Your Majesty, the Queen's illness is terminal. Wei Chen and others have limited medical skills, and there is really no cure. "

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's body trembled suddenly, as if he was hit by an invisible heavy hammer.

His eyes widened in an instant, his pupils flickered with disbelief, and there were even blood marks at the corners of his eyes. The four words "canthus bursting" could not be more suitable to describe Zhu Yuanzhang at this moment.

In the next moment, Zhu Yuanzhang fell into deep fear. His face instantly became as pale as paper, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

All of Zhu Yuanzhang's subtle expressions and movements seemed to be trying his best to deny this result. He subconsciously wanted to resist, deceiving himself and blaming the problem on the medical skills of the imperial doctor, as if Empress Ma's condition would get better as long as the imperial doctor was changed. Similar.

Zhu Yuanzhang turned around suddenly and shot Dai Sigong with his eyes like blades. The coldness in his eyes made Dai Sigong shiver. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zhu Yuanzhang.

The surrounding air seemed to have solidified. All the palace residents held their breath and did not dare to make a sound. They could only hear Zhu Yuanzhang's angry breathing and the weak breathing of Queen Ma on the bed intertwined to form a suffocating atmosphere. depressing tune.

"Chongba."

Hearing this familiar name, Zhu Yuanzhang let out a low roar in his throat, like a wounded beast struggling. His hands were clenched into fists, and the calloused joints were green and white, showing his current state of mind. Anger and powerlessness.

But all this frightening pressure disappeared as Queen Ma managed to hold his hand.

"Sister, we are here, we are by your side."

Zhu Yuanzhang spoke hurriedly, looking at her pale and weak face, he quickly put his other hand on it, and gently held Queen Ma's hand with both hands, and the cold touch made him as hard as stone. His heart suddenly fell and hurt for a moment. Zhu Yuanzhang clenched his hands tightly, as if he wanted to convey some warmth to her, just like how she used her body to hold the hot pancake and gave it to him when he was hungry.

The weak Queen Ma opened her eyes slightly on the hospital bed. Her eyes were as gentle as ever, and she said softly: "Chongba, don't blame the doctors. They did their best. It's my destiny."

Zhu Yuanzhang remained motionless.

If the eldest sister cannot be cured, all the imperial doctors, including Dai Sigong, will be buried with her!
Empress Ma knew Zhu Yuanzhang's temper very well, and she was too gentle. How could she watch these imperial doctors being executed?

"Chongpachi, if I die, no one will advise you in the future. Listen to my advice again."

Zhu Yuanzhang's body trembled slightly, he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, turned his head and glanced at Dai Sigong, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually receded.

"How much longer?"

Of course Dai Sigong, the envoy of the Taiyuan Hospital, knew what Zhu Yuanzhang was asking. He lowered his head and replied tremblingly: "As little as ten days, as much as half a month."

On this day, Zhu Yuanzhang stayed with Queen Ma for a long time. It was not until Queen Ma fell into a deep sleep that Zhu Yuanzhang turned and left. His tall back looked particularly lonely under the swaying palace lanterns.

Hearing the noise, Queen Ma opened her eyes while lying on the hospital bed. She looked through the gauze curtain at her husband. Many years ago, she watched Zhu Yuanzhang go out to conquer the heroes of the late Yuan Dynasty again and again. Unfortunately, I'm afraid there is no future. ——————

The Milky Way is bright and the moonlight is like a waterfall.

The night wind in Zhongshan was slightly cool, blowing Zhu Yuanzhang's gray hair on his temples as he stood alone in front of the tomb of King Yu.

In front of anyone, Zhu Yuanzhang, as an emperor, could not show his weak side, because if people notice his weakness, it will destroy the sacred and inviolable imperial authority, which is absolutely not allowed by an ambitious emperor.

But Zhu Yuanzhang is also a human being, and he also has moments of trouble, helplessness, anxiety, and fatigue.

Only here, in front of the empty mausoleum of King Yu, which was a hundred steps away, could Zhu Yuanzhang relax and be like a "mortal" Zhu Chongba for a while.

Not all scars can be healed by time, and not all memories will be forgotten over time. There are many precious memories of getting along with Queen Ma, which are deeply ingrained in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart at this time, like a sharp knife, stinging him all the time. Old heart.

Zhu Yuanzhang held a bottle of wine in his hand, raised his head and took a sip. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, and he felt a lump in his heart, but it was really difficult to resolve.

The news that Queen Ma could not be cured was like a bolt from the blue, shattering his last hope.

Zhu Yuanzhang remembered her gentle eyes when they first met under Guo Zixing's tent, the days when she silently supported him when he conquered the world, and the happy times they spent together after the founding of the Ming Dynasty. Those laughter and laughter seemed to still be in his ears. It echoes, but will soon disappear with the wind.

"God!"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked up at the dark night sky, his voice choked with sobs: "We have already lost our eldest grandson, we can't lose my sister again! If it is our fault, just punish us! Why should we punish our relatives!"

God, there was no response.

As he drank wine, his eyes gradually turned red, and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, but they stubbornly refused to fall.

He was a hero in the troubled times of the late Yuan Dynasty, and he was the Hongwu Emperor who founded the Ming Dynasty. But at this moment, he is just a helpless old man, a poor man who is about to lose his loved ones.

Zhu Yuanzhang's body leaned heavily in front of King Yu's tombstone, and he stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes.

The moonlight shone on his stooped back for the first time, making his figure look so lonely and desolate in the night.

Zhu Yuanzhang drank wine again, trying to numb his nerves with alcohol, but the grief that penetrated into his bones couldn't be soothed by a bottle of wine.

Soon the jug was empty.

"Where's the wine? Get the wine!" Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and shouted into the distance.

But before the guard in the distance could say anything, a voice suddenly came from his head.

"Are you still drinking? Grandpa, please be more careful. In my last life, I died of a sudden cerebral infarction due to drinking!"

(End of this chapter)