Daqin: Bear children tell stories, emperors beg to shut up

How shrewd Zhu Yuanzhang was, he immediately noticed that something was wrong with Zhu Yunqi.

But he didn't care, he just waved his hands with a smile.

After all, he is his own grandson, so young, so it's only natural that he has a more outstanding personality.

"If you go back to the emperor's grandfather, it's not very good."

Zhu Yunwen smiled slightly disappointed.

"Oh?"

Zhu Yuanzhang, with gray beard and hair, hunched over, with his hands behind his back, walked slowly in front of Zhu Yunqi, and asked casually, "What makes you dissatisfied?"

Zhu Yunqi looked at Zhu Yuanzhang standing in front of him, and didn't find it strange, and continued to say with high spirits:

"The nineteenth prince of the great Qin Dynasty won Chang'an, and my grandson has already seen it."

"To be honest, his story is not very good, and it is a bit too perfunctory."

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Zhu Yunqi, and continued to ask calmly: "Oh, then tell us, how is it perfunctory?"

Zhu Yunqi was waiting for this opportunity.

He couldn't wait to say: "Grandpa Huang, that Ying Chang'an is only six or seven years old, and the stories he told are messed up and messed up."

"He said that there was a child from a poor family who couldn't read a whole bunch of characters since he was a child. The whole family starved to death, and he was the only one alive 0.."

"How can there be such a coincidence in the world?"

"Also, the protagonist in that story was reduced to a beggar and could only eat leftovers. Later, he became a monk."

"Oh, by the way, the name of the protagonist in this story is Zhu Chongba."

Zhu Yunwen told the story briskly.

Zhu Yuanzhang hunched over, with cloudy eyes, inadvertently looking at the sky outside the hall.

Scenes of the past reappeared.

He seems to have returned to the era of war and chaos.

Parents and brothers, one after another, starved to death in front of me.

Yes.

He survived.

Others feel that he is lucky and incredible.

But only Zhu Yuanzhang himself knows what he has experienced in order to survive?

Some people are well-clothed and well-fed, while others eat, drink and have fun.

No more.

Even poor people can eat three meals a day.

When others are striving for a higher ideal.

live.

But it is already the most difficult mountain for Zhu Yuanzhang to overcome.

"Oh."

Zhu Yuanzhang responded, with endless hoarseness and desolation in his voice.

He was still standing in front of Zhu Yunxuan, hunched over, staring at the ground in a daze, and asked, "Da grandson, do you think it is possible for this beggar to really be the emperor?"

"Grandfather, how is this possible?"

Zhu Yunwen smiled contemptuously: "Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, and the son of a mouse can make holes. What is the difference between a poor family and a beggar in the end, and those dirty mice?"

"Snapped!"

A loud applause suddenly sounded in the hall.

Zhu Yunwen fell to the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth that was slapped, and half of his face swelled up quickly, even more exaggerated than Li Tai before.

"Huang... Grandpa Huang?"

He looked at Zhu Yuanzhang in disbelief, feeling like he was dreaming.

Since the death of his father and prince Zhu Biao.

He grew up beside Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang doted on him so much that he was afraid of melting if he held it in his mouth, and he was afraid of losing it when he held it in his hand. He didn't even say a serious word.

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Zhu Yuanzhang actually slapped him!

Zhu Yunwen felt extremely wronged, tears welled up in his eyes.

"What? Are you wronged?"

　5.7 Zhu Yuanzhang, who seemed to be in his dying years before, straightened his back at this moment, and the dragon and tiger of the emperor came out majesticly, like a lion that seemed to be able to swallow people in one bite!

"What's wrong with beggars? What's wrong with monks? Are they born to be low breeds? They are not born to be emperors?"

"We weren't the emperor back then, your father, my son, you weren't even a fart back then!"

"Did the two of us cut down the land of Ming Dynasty with one knife at a time?"

"no!

"It's the thousands of refugees who can't survive, the countless beggars, and their desperate charge again and again that makes us win this world."

"Why do they help us? That's because we, like them, are miserable people who can't survive!"

"They believe in us, think that if we win the world, we will be good to the people of the world, and they won't think they are dirty or cheap!"

"What about you? What do you take them for?"

"Still a dirty mouse?"

"For so many years of sage books, you have read all of them to the stomach!!!"

"Cough cough cough~"

Zhu Yuanzhang flushed with anger and coughed uncontrollably.

He is old after all.

It is no longer the Zhu Chongba who leaped on a horse and whipped his whip, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

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Zhu Yuanzhang's fierce reaction made Zhu Yunqi tremble with fright.

He quickly got up, ran to Zhu Yuanzhang's side, patted Zhu Yuanzhang's back vigorously, and cried, "Grandpa, it's Zhu Yunwen who is ignorant. Don't be angry, grandpa. Your body is important."

Zhu Yuanzhang hunched over, his breathing was a little heavy, and he glanced at the eldest grandson who looked at him with concern, and most of the anger in his heart disappeared.

Ugh!

No wonder he.

This baby has stayed in the palace since its birth, so how can it understand the sufferings of the people?

After finding a psychological comfort, Zhu Yuanzhang gently stroked Zhu Yunwen's arm, and said earnestly:

"We know that you are still young and ignorant, and you have never seen anyone starve to death or freeze to death."

"But such people have always existed, and they always hope to meet a good emperor, so that they can eat well and dress warmly."

"Da grandson, we are old, and we don't know how many years we can live."

"In the future, you must be kind and caring about the common people. You must not only listen to the words of the saints, but listen to the words of those rotten Confucians."

Zhu Yunwen pursed his pale lips, kept crying, nodded aggrievedly and said: "Grandfather, my grandson understands."

"there's one more thing."

Zhu Yuanzhang paused, took a breath, and said, "In the future, when you ascend the throne and proclaim yourself emperor, you must treat your uncles kindly."

"Even if they did something wrong, at least let them live safely, have enough food and clothing."

"They are close relatives with us and you."

Speaking of it.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was as resolute as a rock and steel, had trembling lips and tears on his old face full of ravines.

this life.

Facing all the wind, frost and swords in the world, 02 will not have the slightest fear.

But face family affection alone.

Zhu Yuanzhang will let go of his guard, open up the few tenderness in his heart, and embrace his descendants.

"..."

Zhu Yunwen was stunned, not knowing whether to answer or not.

The moment he learned that he would become the heir of Daming.

The princes and uncles from all over the world are already on his blacklist.

"What? You don't want to?"

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Zhu Yunqi casually.

Those gloomy eyes are terrifying, like a black hole that can suck everything in the world into it.

"No, Grandpa Huang, of course my grandson will treat my uncles kindly."

Zhu Yunwen shook his head quickly, and with an idea, he said aggrievedly: "Grandson just didn't expect that Grandpa Huang thinks I'm a person who would kill each other."

After speaking.

He silently lowered his head and wiped his tears secretly, looking aggrieved.

Zhu Yuanzhang's heart suddenly softened, and he touched Zhu Yunqi's head with his rough hands, and said apologetically, "Oh, we are overthinking, don't worry too much."

But actually.

After Zhu Yuanzhang died.

However, Zhu Yunqi took quite extreme measures, forcing the feudal lords everywhere to be cornered.

Some vassal kings were abolished as common people, sent to the frontier, and died of torture.

Some gathered their families together and burned them all to pieces.

All kinds of human tragedies, after Zhu Yuanzhang's death, were all retribution on his children.

And the person who did all this was his beloved grandson.

Of course.

Zhu Yuanzhang would never have dreamed of all this.

This grandson, who is full of benevolence and morality, has a more ruthless heart than anyone else.

"My lord, Zhan Hui, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and Ru Chang, Minister of the Ministry of War, are waiting outside the palace."

Eunuch Song He crept in.

"Call them in."

Zhu Yuanzhang's face turned cold, and he instantly regained his previous majesty and arrogance.

Lean slightly.

Two old men over fifty years old walked in.

"Minister Zhan Hui, minister Ruchang, pay my respects to Your Majesty."

The two knelt down to salute.