emperor becomes prince

Back then, when Zhu Di went on an expedition and drove the descendants of the Jin family to the banks of the Onon River, looking at the surging river passing by, he once said with emotion: "This is the place where Genghis Khan arose."

The rise and fall of the prosperous dream through the ages.

Today, Feng Shui turns, the Great Ming is destroyed, and the slogan of anti-Qing and restoring Ming also sounds from this mountain of coal.

Starting today, it will also end in Meishan, with the hands of the former emperor of Ming Dynasty...

Zhu Di stared fixedly at Zhu Cihong in front of him, his eyes seemed to be filled with killing intent.

Once, he thought that he was a descendant of Daming, and rescued him in the sea of ​​fire. Now, he will also be here, and once again bear the life of a descendant of the Zhu family, a sin.

There is nothing that cannot be given up. Family, friendship, love, everything must make way for the country. For this reason, even oneself can be used as a chess piece that can be used.

The emperor's road is a lonely road. Once you step on it, you will bear the blood of sin and become an enemy of everyone in the world.

Today, the last two members of the Zhu family, one strong and the other weak, stand on opposite sides because of their different ideas.

Zhu Cihong stood up beside Zhu Cihuan's corpse, looked far away from the top of Meishan, and saw the blue sky surrounded by towering branches.

Once, under one of the trees, his father was buried, and now, he will follow in his footsteps.

Zhu Cilang's eyes darted around one of the particularly thick trees, with a little nostalgia.It is spring now, and the once barren trees are full of fresh leaves.

After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, and there was a resolute look in his eyes, and he looked directly at Zhu Di under pressure, "Come on, life or death, let's settle it here today!"

Zhu Di touched the sword on his right shoulder with one hand, and then with a sudden force, he forcibly pulled the sword out from the flesh, and the blood flowed out immediately, which was truly terrifying.

Zhu Di raised his eyebrows, tightened the sword in his hand, assumed a posture of attacking, facing Zhu Cihong in front of him, and stabbed fiercely!

The picture of Zhu Cihong running seems to be a fragment without sound, and the figure at dusk retreats quickly. In an instant, the memory fragments that have been dusty for a long time in the bottom of my heart burst out, covering everything.

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——This is my prince, my proudest son!

Father, I am not the son you are most proud of, I just wanted to grab your attention. At the beginning, I never ordered people to speak ill of Ci Can Ci Huan and them.

Your meanest son is me.

——It's fate to hand you over... Grandfather, I... Hey, if you don't show up, my Zhou family will be tortured by the Qing Dynasty.

Grandfather, I don't blame you, even if you abandoned or even betrayed me in the final choice...

There are very important people, and the determination to protect them will become extra strong. I understand you, although you can't forgive, but you don't complain...

——Since you are alive again, why not fight to the death with the Qing court!Anyway, that's the way it is, let them also taste the pain of losing their loved ones!

Cihuan, I never expected that after we parted, heaven and man would be separated forever. When we meet again, we are both just dead souls living in our skins.

You found vengeance as your goal to continue living. I am different from you, but the good news is that our paths seem to be the same...

Originally, they thought that their path would continue until they died, or until they successfully fought against the Qing Dynasty.

At that time, he met him. In the emperor's tent, his beautiful swordsmanship took away the sword that his father had given him.

In the cave, he pointed out his identity with a single word, and reprimanded him for the absurdity of his actions.

He refused to accept it, and believed that he was also the reincarnation of the Zhu family, so he denounced him for betraying the country and seeking glory.

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Until after that fire, his eyebrows and eyes were still wandering in his heart, and he saw the shadow of a certain ancestor from the old memory uncertainly.

And then, a letter from 'there' confirmed what he thought in his heart.

The king of the Ming Dynasty appeared, and Ming Chengzu was reborn, just as the Ming Dynasty was dying! ! !

At that moment, Zhu Cihong smiled, he probably understood, this is the difference between the emperor of the ages and a little prince like him, in his whole life, it is impossible for him to have that kind of capacity! ! !

Are they wrong?However, they have no choice. Although the alternative paths before them are different, they all lead to the same ending in the end.

Besides...

——Father sincerely hopes that there will be a day when the country will be restored! ! !

Zhu Cihong smiled softly and sadly, as if recalling a sweet dream, but also as if expressing endless bitterness.

Different from Zhu Cihuan's act of revenge, his father's expectation and his father's words are the ultimate motivation for him to fight till now.

Father, I have tried my best, but I lost, lost in the hands of Ming Chengzu, I am not wronged, I have no regrets, but I have no face to see you...

On Huangquan Road, will you recognize me as an unfilial descendant again?

The moment the sharp blade pierced through Zhu Cihong's body, hot blood splashed onto Zhu Di's face, carrying a burning sensation that almost burned him.

Zhu Di looked at the young man's last smile expressionlessly, just like many years ago, as if through this smile, he saw the smile of a young boy many years ago.

This life... ended in his hands...

"I hope you... can really realize your bold words and lead this land to prosperity..."

The words of the youth are like a failed flower, losing its vitality in withering.

"Yes." The unhesitating words showed the speaker's determination and unquestionable belief.

Zhu Di's hand tightened, Zhu Cihong's bloody hand slipped from his right shoulder, arousing a dense layer of pain and trembling.

Looking at the sleeping place of the father and son for the last time, he staggered and walked slowly down the mountain.

One step at a time... In every step, the proud dignity of the emperor is stepped on, but in the gradually fading sky, in the desolate and silent field of vision, in the vast blue sky above, what is stepped on is endless the residual white...

When going up the mountain, there are always countless people to accompany, but when going down the mountain, there is often only one person left. This is the way of the emperor.

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