Capital, Prince Fu’s Mansion.

The sun has disappeared from the roof, leaving only an orange stream of light on the horizon.

Prince Fu's Mansion is in the capital. According to regulations, it is still a hundred acres. It does not exceed the rules and is not too simple.

King Fu just lay on the bed, his fat body spread out, almost filling the entire bed, his warm face was pale and he was shivering.

The whole body was covered with quilts, which seemed to form a hill, so towering.

Zhu Yousong is actually not very old, only fifty-seven or eighty-eight years old, but he is already terminally ill and hopeless.

Compared with the previous emperors of the Ming Dynasty, in a sense, he has already lived a long life.

Among the emperors who were forced to resign from the throne in all dynasties, his treatment was considered the best.

The two-year-old Hongguang regime was abolished, and the emperor's identity was lost, but it brought him peace. He stayed in the capital for more than ten years, which can be said to be a blessing and a disaster.

Over the years, although he kept begging for women and taking concubines, it was a pity that he was unable to have a child. His excessive pursuit of women's sex not only left him without children, but also made his body extremely weak.

As early as a few years ago, he felt that he was dying and asked the emperor for an heir, so that he would not have no one to sacrifice him after his death and become a lonely ghost.

Although the Fu clan was passed down to him only two generations ago.

Of course, the emperor's seventh son, Zhu Cunmei, was also adopted by him, which solved a worry.

He has been suffering from lingering illness for several years. Looking at the sky today, King Fu felt that he was about to die.

"Have you notified the court?" Prince Fu said weakly.

Chang Shi on the side said quickly: "We have been notified that the Seventh Prince will be here soon."

"The princes know about it and are on their way."

"That's good-"

King Fu fell into thinking.

He has been immersed in wine and sex for these years, and it was not until today that he thought about those past days.

Once in Luoyang, it was such a beautiful day, carefree and joyful.

But the intruder that my father talked about finally inevitably broke into Luoyang.

Even if they spent all their wealth to feed the army, it would still be of no avail. The family would be separated and separated, which could be described as miserable.

People all over the world are spreading rumors that King Fu is stingy, and when his army is about to attack the city, he is reluctant to spend all his wealth to rely on the army. In fact, how disgusting is this rumor?

He panicked along the way and fled to Huaiqing. However, there were still intruders, so he fled to Weihui Mansion to seek refuge with King Lu.

He went to Kaifeng to seek refuge with King Zhou again, but there was another flood, and the people in the city suffered heavy casualties. He could only join King Zhou, King Lu, etc., and traveled to Huai'an and Gaoyou to live with King Zhou and King Chong who fled south. In the boat at Huzui.

Fortunately, Lu Zhenfei, the governor of water transportation, led the troops, otherwise he would really have starved to death.

By this time, King Fu's impression of Lu Zhenfei became more and more profound.

Unfortunately, after the establishment of the imperial court, he did not reuse this benefactor, but instead appointed Ma Shiying.

"Then there was a military disaster. The Manchus went south and were captured and then rescued."

King Fu was thinking this, and suddenly he heard a burst of crying.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was Lu Zhenfei from back then.

"Didn't you retire and return home?"

"The old minister is in the capital and has not returned home yet." Lu Zhenfei knelt on the ground with red eyes: "I heard that His Highness was feeling unwell, so I came here again."

"Thanks to you for saving me back then, otherwise I would have been in the chaos for no reason -"

The two of them were talking like this, and after a while, King Lu came.

As someone who had shared weal and woe in the past, although there was a bit of turmoil and fear when he ascended the throne, as age goes by, these are nothing.

King Lu is already old and has gray hair on his temples, which makes him look very old-fashioned.

"You're here too."

King Fu sighed softly.

Afterwards, all the relatives and vassals came.

Finally, there was Zhu Cunmei, the seventh son of the emperor, kneeling on the bedside like a filial son, with grief on his face.

"Your Majesty has arrived——"

With a sharp shout, everyone quickly changed directions.

Soon, the emperor's handsome and upright figure appeared in front of everyone.

"I will bow to your Majesty——"

The feudal princes knelt down on one knee in unison.

That's right, kneeling down on one knee.

Because according to Zhu Yuanzhang's regulations, unless it is a dynasty or a formal meeting, in private, the vassal princes only need to kneel down on one knee to treat the emperor as long as he is senior or older.

"I'm late——"

The emperor came to the bed with serious words, held Prince Fu's chubby hand, and was filled with emotion.

King Fu became excited for a moment and kept chattering.

Zhu Yixi still agrees with his words of kindness when people are about to die.

Sure enough, before his death, Prince Fu didn't pay much attention to his own affairs. He just emphasized that the emperor should take good care of the seventh son and not let him suffer any injustice.

The emperor naturally agreed.

Less than a moment later, King Fu just breathed his last.

Naturally, the imperial court had control over the vassal king's regulations, and the emperor could only follow them.

However, as for Prince Fu's Mansion, since there was no owner, or the seventh son of the emperor was young, the emperor directly ordered and demanded:

"If the concubines in the mansion want to go home, each of them can give a thousand yuan. If they want to stay in the mansion, there will naturally be arrangements."

However, the emperor sent out all the maids.

Because of King Fu's absurd lust over the years, these maids were all coquettish, and the emperor was afraid that they would influence his son, so he had to rearrange them.

Then, the emperor sighed and said to himself: "An era has finally come to an end..."

There is a gauze curtain hanging in the Qingliang Hall. The inside of the gauze curtain is brighter than the outside because there is a row of carved wooden windows on the west side. At this time in the afternoon, the sun shines right into the palace.

Outside the curtain, there were many women standing, wearing plain-colored palace robes, which looked quite monotonous.

This is because the imperial concubine advocates Taoism, is a simple person, and does not like luxury and waste, so she can only do this in the palace.

Inside the curtain, it is very quiet. The old red paint on the wood and the purple silk fabric make the interior look a bit old. The sunlight shines in, and there is still fine dust in the light.

So it seemed more and more quiet here.

The woman sitting next to a table just embellishes this simple but gorgeous palace.

The weather is slightly cool, and the clothes Miaoxian wears are soft and thin. Her body is very beautiful and attractive. Sitting there makes the whole room seem more alive.

The curved hips show their protrusions, and the graceful curves burst out with amazing elasticity.

There were very few pieces of this fine silk in the entire Ming Dynasty.

As if sensing the subtlety of the atmosphere, she moved her head and neck slightly, then stood up again and walked slowly in the spacious palace.

"Is Your Majesty out?"

After asking lightly, a palace maid immediately replied: "I heard that King Fu was dying, so he hurried to the capital."

"oh!"

She touched her belly and felt a little disappointed.

Suddenly, news came, which shocked her.

"What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is back——"

Her unhappy mood just now suddenly rekindled, and she felt her heartbeat speeding up.

Soon, in the long corridor, I remembered the crisp footsteps of the emperor, which were very fast and told the master's mood.

"My dear concubine, are you pregnant again?"

The emperor's face was full of smiles.

But in his words, he was quite helpless.

He put his hands around the woman's waist, feeling the delicacy and softness. He put his chin on his shoulder and sighed softly: "It's not suitable!"

It has to be said that after giving birth to a son and two daughters, Miaoxian has passed the age of thirty-six and has become an advanced maternal age.

In this regard, the emperor never wanted her to become pregnant because of the risks of her advanced age.

Then the latter kept pleading, and the emperor had no choice but to obey, but often deliberately misdirected it to make his mouth full of delicious food.
To be continued...