I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"I knew in my heart at the time that he probably knew that I didn't have much time. I felt extremely uncomfortable at the time. I felt that my mouth was full of bitterness and tasteless, but I ate deliciously and was very full."

Zhu Zhangui sat quietly and listened to the other party. Sometimes when the other party looked over, he would nod to show that he was listening carefully.

The two talked and listened to each other, just like an ordinary old man, showing off his former glory.

After all, there is a time when there is a head.

After talking about his leaving the palace and hiding his experience for many years, the old monk stopped.

Zhu Zhangui poured him a glass of water, and the old monk took a sip and drank it.

"Did fourth uncle say how to arrange me?"

Zhu Zhangui shook his head.

"Can I decide for myself?"

Zhu Zhangui nodded.

A smile appeared on the old monk's face.

"Take me back to Jinling, and be buried with me and grandpa. Don't take any funeral objects, so as not to be disturbed by tomb robbers in the future. They dare not touch grandpa's tomb. They don't care if I am a smelly monk. A plain coat, a An ordinary thin coffin will do, and they will leave after opening it and checking if there is nothing there.”

"Oh, by the way, get me some wigs back and glue them on my head."

"Grandpa actually hates the monk very much. If I want to go like this, maybe he will dislike me even more. Maybe he was just scolded at first, but if I go like this, I might be beaten."

"Okay!" Zhu Zhangui nodded with a smile.

"Where is this wine?" The old monk picked up the jug, opened the lid and smelled it, his eyes lit up slightly.

Zhu Zhangui looked at him and replied softly: "I heard from my grandfather that this is the wine prepared by my great-grandfather when my uncle was born. I kept it in the cellar and said that I would drink it when my uncle got married."

"It's a pity that my uncle died early due to illness, and the wine has been left there untouched."

"Later, when my grandfather went to Jinling, he found that they were still there and did not touch them. Later, he moved the capital and brought them here. When I got married, I opened 10 altars. When Zhanji got married, I opened 10 altars. My father ascended the throne. Another 10 altars were opened that day."

"The rest are still there. Grandpa ordered that only when there is a big event, you can take out the ten altars and share them with everyone."

"Today I took out the ten altars, and put the nine altars by Grandpa's side. He is a good drinker, so I plan to let him take it with him."

"I opened the altar that was left behind, took out a pot, and put the rest in front of Grandpa's spirit."

"So it's these wines!" The old monk nodded suddenly, took the big bowl that held the noodles just now, washed it briefly with clean water, and poured all the wine into the bowl, which was a big bowl.

Looking at the amber liquor, the old monk smiled and said, "Fourth Uncle is really a good drinker. I didn't dare to touch these wines back then, but he was fine. He found a reason and drank it."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine bowl, stood up and faced the direction of Jinling, put the bowl in front of him, and kowtowed a few times.

Then he got up and came to the bed, took off his hemp shoes, held the wine bowl, looked at the wine inside, and was silent and dazed.

Zhu Zhangui didn't bother to bother, but got up slowly, came to the bed and knelt down.

The old monk turned his head to look at Zhu Zhangui who was kneeling beside the bed, and said with a smile, "I have a son who also bears the character Gui."

Zhu Zhangui nodded, "I've met him before, he doesn't know anything, he doesn't understand anything, he doesn't even know how to communicate at the most basic level, I ordered him to be given the highest treatment, and let him live his life without worry. .”

"Also, in our family, his life like this is actually very good."

After finishing speaking, the old monk picked up the wine bowl and poured it down.

"Good wine!"

When the last drop was drunk, the old monk blushed and praised, and handed the wine bowl to Zhu Zhangui with difficulty.

"When I'm gone, break it into pieces."

Zhu Zhangui took the wine bowl and held it above his head, the old monk smiled.

Resisting the discomfort in his body, he exhausted all his strength and lay quietly on the bed.

"Grandpa...father...unfilial...unfilial...children come...come...come..."

After all, the last word was not uttered. The old monk's eyes were wide open, and the corner of his mouth with black blood showed a relieved smile.

"Uncle, go all the way!"

Zhu Zhangui bit his lip, let out a low growl, and slammed the bowl in his hand to the ground.

"Whoa..."

The bowl was smashed into pieces, and a broken piece even left a bloodstain on Zhu Zhangui's face.

Zhu Zhangui didn't seem to feel any pain, but just stared blankly at the old monk lying on the bed, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Woooooooo..."

Painful cries came from the bottom of the well, and Ji Gang and Hu Yu, who were guarding the mouth of the well, silently knelt on the ground.

They knew that this was the last cry of their allegiance in this life.

From today onwards, the people they are loyal to will no longer shed tears, let alone have the opportunity to cry wantonly like today.

Because the person they are loyal to will grow into a real man, shoulder everything his grandfather gave him, and stir up the heavy burden of the Ming Dynasty.

A coffin was carried out from Jinyiwei Prison in the middle of the night.

The leader is a young man holding a spiritual tablet. There is no name, no honor position on the spiritual tablet, only a big "奶".

When they walked out of Jinyiwei Imperial Prison, there was already a young man kneeling outside the door who looked frightened, also dressed in filial piety, a little at a loss.

Zhu Zhangui walked up to the other party and handed him the spiritual tablet in his hand.

"Take him home, and kneel next to the coffin to guard him for 7 days, you know?"

The young man nodded blankly, he didn't know why he did this, but since this very good person said so, he must be obedient.

"Go, go home, we will visit you in a few days."

The young man nodded, and with the support of two servants, he led the coffin-carrying team and disappeared into the dark street.

"Send someone to take good care of him. If anyone dares to bully him, deal with it directly, no matter who it is."

Looking at the back of going away, Zhu Zhangui gave a command in a cold voice.

Ji Gang nodded quickly.

"Have you investigated the matter you are investigating?"

Ji Gang took out a memorial book from his arms, and held it up with both hands, "The investigation has been clear, and the list of personnel is all on it."

Zhu Zhangui didn't look at the list, and didn't even pick up the connection.

"Catch someone!"

After all, without looking at Ji Gang, he stepped onto the waiting sedan chair.

He still has to go back to guard his grandfather's spirit, and tell his grandfather that he has fulfilled his entrustment.

"Congratulations, Your Highness!"

Ji Gang stood up from the ground only after the team escorting the sedan chair disappeared.

When he turned around, the submissive expression on his face just now turned into a cold and cruel expression.

Striding to the brightly lit courtyard, Ji Gang looked coldly at the hundreds of Jinyi guards holding flashlights in front of him.

"The order was passed down. All Jin Yiwei will be dispatched to arrest people according to the list. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed."

The third day of March in the fifth year of Hongxi.

When the whole country was immersed in the grief of the death of the Supreme Emperor, all the Beiping Jinyiwei mobilized, smashed through the gates of each mansion, and brought an official and his family members out of their homes and dragged them to the Jinyiwei Imperial Prison.

It wasn't until the third day that some people heard a few words from the court.

Half of these arrested officials, large and small, had accepted bribes from the Timurid Empire and leaked information about the Ming Dynasty to them, and those who did not receive money but were arrested because they intentionally or unintentionally Yes, leaked information to these bribe takers.

In the past, in order to leak false information to the other side, these people could pretend not to see it. Now that the Timurid Empire has been destroyed, it is time for these people to liquidate.

Timur is the last kingdom conquered by the old man. Zhu Zhangui will not let the old man leave with regrets, and wants to bring the old man's life journey to a perfect end.

Chapter 395: The buried women!

"I'm back, did someone send me off?"

Inside the banquet hall.

Zhu Pangpang, dressed in white filial piety, sat beside the old man's coffin, silently putting paper money into the burning copper stove.

When he heard footsteps coming in from outside, he looked up and saw that it was Zhu Zhangui, and asked softly.

He knew what Zhu Zhangui was doing.

The old man once explained that after his death, he asked his two grandsons to guard the spirit. Zhu Pangpang is the emperor, and the state affairs should not be delayed because of the spirit guard.

Zhu Gaoxu was paralyzed and couldn't come, so the task of guarding the spirit was given to Zhu Zhangui, Zhu Zhanji, two brothers, and Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui.

So since the old man came back, Zhu Pangpang greeted him personally, and spent the rest of the time stabilizing the court situation, and only came to accompany his father for a while after finishing his work every night.

Today Zhu Zhangui asked him to stay a little longer, saying that he was going out to deal with something.

Although Zhu Zhangui didn't say what it was, Zhu Pangpang knew what the old man was thinking, so he naturally understood what it was.

Coming to the other side of the coffin, Zhu Zhangui lifted up his clothes, knelt down on the futon, reached out and poured the wine from the spirit table into the stove, poured a new glass for the old man and put it on it.

"It has been sent away!"

Jie took the paper money from his father, and Zhu Zhangui silently threw them one by one into the stove.

"Well, your grandfather fought with him for most of his life, and he didn't trust him when he left, so he insisted on taking him away."

"He was watched at that place, and he couldn't get out of it for the rest of his life. Why did he have to do this step?"

Zhu Pangpang disagreed with his father's decision.

After all, he was his cousin, and now that his freedom had been restricted, why did he have to die.

Zhu Zhangui stopped throwing paper money, glanced at the sighing father, bowed his head and continued to throw paper money.

"Why, what's your look, you brat?"

Being stared at by his son, Zhu Pangpang, who was a little uncomfortable, snatched the paper money and said something angrily.

Zhu Zhangui was speechless, as if he didn't say anything.

"Actually, he is quite tired from living. He can't see the sun in that place, and he recites the scriptures he has recited countless times every day. I guess he is tired of it."

"When I sent him away, he was very happy and said he was relieved."

Zhu Pangpang raised his head and opened his mouth, finally sighed and shook his head.

It's too late to say anything now, and everyone is dead, so what's the use of talking.

"Alright, everyone who should go is gone. The grievances and grievances of the previous generation are completely over. From now on, Daming will depend on us."

Zhu Pangpang sighed and made a conclusion on these matters.

Zhu Zhangui nodded and said nothing more.

"Zhang Fu sent a telegram today, take a look."

While the little paper money in his son's hand was burned, Zhu Pangpang took out a telegram from his arms and handed it to Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhanguijie took it over and took a look, raised his hand and threw it into the stove.

"The Timurid Empire is completely over, and the army has gathered at the border of the Ottoman Empire."

"Zhang Fu wants to take advantage of the prestige of victory and cooperate with Qi Yuan and the others to completely take down this area on the west side of the Ottoman Empire."

When Zhu Zhangui looked at the burning telegram and frowned in thought, Zhu Pangpang said the above content.

"What do you think?"

Zhu Zhangui didn't express his thoughts, but asked Zhu Pangpang first.

"What else can I think?" Zhu Pangpang spread his hands, "You two won't discuss it with me at all when you fight a war. We have agreed at the beginning that we will only fight the Timurid Empire."

"As a result, fighting and fighting, the two of you two forked, and even let the partial division and navy that were originally defending go to attack the military Fort Tendino."

"It means that the Timur Empire is fighting fast, otherwise our Daming will fight on two fronts, you guys, you can't let me rest for a day."

Zhu Pangpang was very helpless about the father and son's disobedience to the plan.

It was agreed to only hit Timur, but in the end, he didn't listen to you at all, and provoked the other one as well.

Now the court is in an awkward position.