Ming Dynasty: A hundred-year-old immortal cultivator, Zhu Yuanzhang’s biological father

Chapter 2 The poor man came here to change his fate against the will of heaven!

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang arrived, and the imperial doctor, who was already panicking and sweating profusely, ran over quickly.

Just kneel down.

"Your Majesty, the Queen's condition has become more serious."

"My subordinate is incompetent and has no way... I can't figure out the cause of the Queen's illness, so I can only continue to take medicine according to the traditional way of nourishing the body."

The imperial doctor spoke very quickly, without even daring to breathe.

Recently, His Majesty's methods have become more and more tough and ruthless.

Many ministers from the court came to the palace of the imperial physician, bringing them gifts, condolences on Empress Ma's condition, and begging him to cure Empress Ma.

Everyone is afraid!
Zhu Yuanzhang was afraid that without Queen Ma and having just lost his grandson, Zhu Yuanzhang would be able to save his head.

As the person involved in the incident, the imperial doctor was even more frightened.

During the period of Empress Ma's illness, she did not dare to sleep much and kept looking for ancient books to try to find a cure.

After the death of my great-grandson, the pressure and fear became even heavier.

Can….
There is no way.

Perhaps because of poor academic skills, or perhaps for other reasons, the imperial doctor really couldn't find a way to cure Empress Ma.

"Is our sister going to leave us too?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flickered.

This Hongwu Emperor, who had fought all his life and had iron-blooded methods, and some people even called him the Iron-blooded Emperor in private, was extremely staunch, but at this moment, his words seemed so helpless and melancholy.

In the past, Zhu Yuanzhang did not acknowledge Empress Ma's condition. No matter what the imperial physician said, he wanted the imperial physician to cure her at all costs.

He also believes that as an emperor, above tens of millions of people, there is nothing in the world that he cannot do!

But the death of his grandson made him sober up.

He is a human being, even if he is an emperor, he is still a human being.

As long as you are human, there will be things that are beyond your reach.

I can only watch it happen, unable to stop it, completely powerless.

In the past few days, Zhu Yuanzhang has been thinking about himself. Did he do something wrong?
The grandson died and Empress Ma was seriously ill. Why did bad things happen one after another? Was it because God wanted to punish him?

"Your Majesty, my lord...my lord..."

The imperial doctor had never seen Zhu Yuanzhang like this before, and he was so anxious that he didn't know what to say.

"Hey..." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, waved his hands and said, "Let's go."

The imperial doctor quickly rolled away and crawled away.

Zhu Yuanzhang walked into the room.

"Cough cough cough..."

As soon as he entered the room, the coughing sound became louder and louder.

"Sister, we are here."

Zhu Yuanzhang hurried over and saw Queen Ma wiping her mouth with a handkerchief, wiping out a pool of blood.

The blood was so red that it dazzled Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Chongpachi, I'm fine."

Queen Ma responded casually.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were about to shed tears: "You still said you were fine? I'll tell you this, it's too big."

"We have asked the imperial doctors to continue looking for prescriptions. They are all the best doctors in the Ming Dynasty. They will definitely be able to find a way to cure you soon."

After hearing this, Queen Ma nodded casually: "Hmm..."

I have heard this too many times.

It’s been half a month since I heard it from the first day.

Zhu Yuanzhang was a man and didn't know how to comfort her, so he always used cure as a comfort word.

But you know your own body best.

It had never been as serious as this time before, and Queen Ma felt that she probably wouldn't be able to survive this time.

She didn't feel anything after she died, but Zhu Yuanzhang was worried.

This fool had just recently lost his grandson and lost her again. Queen Ma didn't know how Zhu Yuanzhang would survive the next days.

She wanted to hold on for a little longer, hold on for a little longer... until the time when her grandson died, and she was dying, this blow might be a little lighter for Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Chongba, it's a bit cold."

"Let me come down." Queen Ma said weakly.

Zhu Yuanzhang quickly hugged Queen Ma.

In Zhu Yuanzhang's arms, Empress Ma seemed to have found support, her breathing became calmer, and she fell asleep peacefully.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Queen Ma's face. The face that was once full of life was now so pale.

Zhu Yuanzhang watched and kept watching.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something encouraging, but in the end he didn't say anything, his eyes were lonely.

It finally turned into a long sigh.
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….….…….….….
Zhu Xiongying, mourning hall.

Because Zhu Yuanzhang loved his grandson so much that he even raised him as the future successor of the Ming Dynasty, even after his death, there were many guards guarding him near his mourning hall.

And they are all the elites in the imperial city.

"Hey, Your Highness Taisun, how could he just disappear like this? He was such a good-natured person and always looked kindly to us. How could he just...how could he just..."

"Yes, it would be great if the future Ming Dynasty was controlled by His Highness Taisun."

"Now that the great grandson has died, I don't know what a blow it will be to His Majesty. What will the future of our Ming Dynasty be like...and what it should be like."

"..."

All the guards sighed.

They all eat royal food, and they are the most vocal group of people among the palace guards.

It was the country Ming that gave them their identity.

So we all hope that the future Ming Dynasty will be better than now.

But with the death of the grandson, the future of the Ming Dynasty seems to be becoming more and more uncertain.

"Whoosh... whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

At this moment, wisps of breeze blew over.

"Ok?"

One of the guards noticed something strange and raised their weapons.

This is an inner room, how come there is wind blowing? Could it be that someone is coming?

But everyone who comes will report it, even if your Majesty is here. This is an order from His Majesty, out of respect for the grandson.

This was not notified, could it be the enemy?

"There is a situation!"

The other guards also reacted one after another, raising their weapons and pointing at the wind blowing place.

soon.

At the end of their field of vision, they saw a black shadow approaching slowly.

"who.!"

The guard shouted, with a fierce look in his eyes.

But soon.

This fierce light turned into panic.

I saw that black shadow slowly approaching. No, it wasn't walking, it was floating.

No one could see his appearance clearly. If it weren't for the few wisps of breeze just now, it would be silent, as if appearing out of thin air, wearing a black Taoist robe, like an immortal from the sky.

"Don't panic, everyone. Pindao's arrival this time is to change his destiny against the will of heaven."

A voice as gentle as jade came from the man's mouth. Under the horrified eyes of the guards, the man in black robes floated past them, his feet not touching the ground, and his body as light as a feather.

As soon as he raised his right hand, the coffin in the mourning hall floated into the air and followed the man outside.

"What, this...this!!"

This scene stunned the guards.

But they were the most elite guards. Someone quickly came to his senses and said angrily: "You can't take His Highness away!!"

He rushed forward with a gun.

But the man in black robe didn't even look at him and just left alone.

then.

When the guard rushed to three meters away from the black robe's head, he was hit by an invisible barrier and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)