Holding an ordinary script, pretending to be a god in various worlds

In the bright hall, Zhu Yuanzhang sat quietly on the dragon throne without saying a word.

After a long while, "Everyone, tell me what we should do." Zhu Yuanzhang spoke calmly while looking at his ministers and older princes below.

Liu Xian left very decisively, making it clear that he did not want to get involved in human affairs.

"I have something to say, Your Majesty, please listen to it for now."

An official stood up and said excitedly:

“All these unrighteous emperors are descendants of the Prince of Yan. Your Majesty, you just need to correct the original mistakes and prevent the Prince of Yan from having the possibility of interfering with the throne.

The Crown Prince is virtuous and generous, and the Crown Prince is filial and brave at a young age. They are both first-class successors to the country..."

Zhu Di could no longer tolerate this. What did it mean to prevent him from having the possibility of getting involved in the throne? Should he kill him, or be more "lenient" and deprive him of all his power?

"I don't know, when was Xiongying named the Crown Prince by my father?"

Zhu Di hastily interjected a remark, watching Zhu Yuanzhang's expression out of the corner of his eye, and was about to open his mouth to put a big hat on him.

For example, if you were that person, you would dare to talk about the succession to the throne.

“Enough!” Zhu Yuanzhang slammed the table and looked around sharply. Seeing that Prince Yan lowered his head in dissatisfaction and there was no expression on the Crown Prince’s face, his head began to hurt severely.

All your children are good children, but there is only one throne.

Hand it over to the prince. Biao'er's life span is always on everyone's mind. If something happens, the Ming Dynasty cannot withstand the turmoil.

If it was handed over to Prince Yan, he would have been the successor in the future and had made great achievements. But what kind of people are Prince Yan's descendants?

And... Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his eldest son with a trace of heartache on his face. Biao'er had been a child of destiny since childhood and was his heir. How could he bear to see him fall into depravity in one day!

Zhu Biao stood up at the right time, as if he had not heard the previous quarrel between his own people and his brother, and only focused on how to prevent future events.

The prohibition of eunuchs from being in power was mentioned again, as were proposals such as opening military examinations and establishing a cabinet. These were all mature and prudent words, and Zhu Yuanzhang nodded repeatedly after listening to them.

Seeing that the prince had taken the lead, others also began to open up and offer suggestions.

The scene was in full swing, but Prince Yan was the only one left, seemingly in a trance, feeling the heat rising in his heart and the chill pressing down on him.

He still couldn't understand why, with such a powerful ancestor, his descendants were increasingly incompetent.

How could one say that there were so many similarities between father and son? Zhu Di also thought of a possibility - it must be that his children and grandchildren married bad wives. Of course, his Princess Xu was smart and open-minded, and only had good people.

What is the difference between a princess and the wives of her descendants?

Zhu Di thought about it and became more and more stubborn.

When the emperor and his men were almost done discussing, they suddenly heard a loud shout: "I know!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's hand trembled, and he looked over in the direction of the voice. He saw the fourth brother's eyes shining, looking at him excitedly and speaking a lot.

"You have thought about this for so long, and you have thought that when choosing concubines for the royal descendants in the future, you should not only choose from good families in the common people, but also let the daughters of noble officials be selected?"

You know, in order to prevent foreign relatives from interfering in politics, Zhu Yuanzhang had already issued an order: "All the wives, concubines, and imperial concubines of the emperor and princes should be carefully selected from good families, and those who are not are not accepted."

What this means is that royal family members with the surname Zhu can only look for wives among the common people.

Of course, the emperor's previous sons had already married, and their wives were either the daughters of founding heroes or Mongolian princesses chosen to appease the previous dynasty.

Zhu Di married the daughter of Xu Da. After thinking about it, he felt that concubines from the common people were not good enough. They did not receive a good education, which led to the fact that it was difficult to raise the children she gave birth to.

He expressed his idea in full, and Zhu Yuanzhang actually felt that it made sense for a moment.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that, yes, my bloodline is the most noble in the world, and my descendants should inherit his good points. If they are not good, it is definitely not my problem...

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di looked at each other.

With just a flick of their fingers, the two minds miraculously connected.

Perhaps this is the kind of tacit understanding that exists between people whose families have heirs to the throne.

Zhu Yuanzhang acted decisively and without any delay. He immediately and generously stated that the previous order was invalid.

He wanted to compete fairly, give his ministers face, and let their daughters have the "honor" of accompanying the king.

The ministers who heard the news had the same reaction: Your Majesty is wise and you have done a great job.

At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly struck the clear sky outside, accompanied by earth-shaking thunder.

Everyone was shocked, but fortunately nothing happened afterwards.

It should be just a landmine - everyone thought.

The voice was as light as a mosquito: "Host, the progress bar is full, and the mission in this world has been completed."

"Oh."

"There is one more thing. We only have seven days left. The world consciousness is eager to get us out."

The system will point to the red countdown on the panel.

"Seven days?"

Ling Xiao raised her head and saw that she was lying in a huge "water" pool. The "water" in the pool was like a veil of thick mist, ethereal and uncertain.

With a splash, the snake's tail stirred the pool water, forming a whirlpool. Visible wisps of water mist were absorbed, and the water level dropped slightly.

"Seven days is too short. Time is too tight and it's not enough."

The beautiful snake reached out and hugged the milky white ball of light affectionately, her jade-like and icy face full of distress.

"This, this system can't do anything about it. If we exceed the time limit, this world will reject us. It's not like you haven't experienced this before, host."

The system is helpless. It's because the host wanted to use official business as an excuse to do his own personal work. Now that the official business is done, the host is unwilling to make concessions, and there is nothing that can be done.

"Ah, who would have thought that the great Ming Dynasty could not even last for such a short period of time.

Tell me, if I kill Zhu Biao, can I go back a little bit on the progress bar?"

The system is going to explode, this is not okay! Do you think it's a bug?

Seeing this, Ling Xiao stopped teasing him and raised his head and said softly:

"Since you don't give me face, then I don't have to give it to you either. It's just a matter of reciprocity."

The system had a very dark look on its face. How come it didn't know when the host had given face to the world consciousness?

Is it time to bully someone's own son, a Buddhist?

Or is it time to gather faith and prepare to lay eggs?

Seeing that the Ming Dynasty was about to become a colonial society, it was good enough that the world's consciousness had not been driven crazy.

Ling Xiao closed his eyes and slowly sank to the bottom of the pool, maintaining the image of a human body with a snake tail - this is also the image most commonly seen by believers.

Soaking in the pool water, the prayer messages of believers came from all directions, whispering madly in Ling Xiao's ears.

Some pray for the health of their family, some pray for wealth, and most pray for peace.

Of course, there were also many people cursing others. It might be because of the snake god. They naively believed that Liu Xian could command all the snakes, and snakes were poisonous. Ling Xiao's divine duties inexplicably increased.