"Sir, did you miscalculate?"

Zhu Biao was the first to ask. It was not that he disliked Zhu Yunwen, who had just turned four years old, but from the perspective of inheriting the throne, Zhu Yunwen, who was neither his direct descendant nor his eldest son, had no qualifications to compete compared with his eldest grandson Zhu Xiongying.

Unless something unexpected happens to Zhu Xiongying, his eldest grandson.

Lao Zhu did not speak, his eyes fixed on Ji Boying.

"Sorry, wait a moment."

Ji Boying took out a box of cigarettes from his pants pocket, and then pulled out a box of matches like a magic trick.

Lighting a cigarette, shaking hands to put out the fire, the whole set of actions is done in one go.

Under the gazes of Lao Zhu and A Biao, he slowly opened his mouth.

"On the first day of May in the fifteenth year of Hongwu, Sun Xiongying, the emperor's eldest son, passed away. He left the court to express his condolences and was buried in Zhongshan. The courtiers, all dressed in plain clothes, walked to the funeral. He was posthumously named King Yu, and his posthumous title was Huai."

After the words were settled, Fengtian Palace was as silent as ink.

When Lao Zhu thought that his talented and intelligent eldest grandson had died young, his heart felt like a mess.

"Humph, you're talking nonsense."

Lao Zhu slapped the dragon on the throne. When a person faces facts that he does not want to accept, choosing not to believe is the best comfort for his heart.

"It seems that His Majesty doesn't believe it anymore."

Ji Boying stood up and looked calmly at the Hongwu Emperor who ruled the world.

"In that case, then come with me to see it."

"Go and see?"

Lao Zhu looked confused.

"That's right."

Ji Boying pushed up the sunglasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.

"I'll take you to Jianwen Dynasty to see it."

As soon as these words came out, Lao Zhu's face changed slightly, and it was clear that there was expectation in his eyes. Which founding emperor didn't want to see with his own eyes the future of the dynasty he founded.

"Can I go together?"

Zhu Biao said anxiously that he wanted to join in the excitement.

"no."

Ji Boying refused directly.

It's not that he doesn't play with Zhu Biao, but there are certain restrictions on traveling through parallel time and space, and he can only travel with the emperor. Although Zhu Biao was honored as Emperor Xiaokang in the Jianwen Dynasty, after all, he had never done it seriously.

"Biao'er, don't be in a hurry, let's go take a look first."

"Ji Boying, how are you going to take us to Jianwen Dynasty?"

In Lao Zhu's view, things like traveling into the future are simply a fantasy.

Ji Boying took the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth, threw it on the ground and stomped on it.

"Just take it like this."

The words fell.

Swish.

In the Fengtian Hall, the figures of Ji Boying and Lao Zhu had disappeared, leaving only the cigarette butts stamped out by Ji Boying floating with light white smoke.

Zhu Biao, who was standing on the steps of the palace, was shocked and looked at the empty dragon chair in disbelief.

"His Royal Highness King Yan has an audience...!"

At this time, a voice came from outside the hall.

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"Time and Space: Jianwen"

"Guozuo time limit: 276"

"Number of remaining country refreshes: 16"

"Note: After Guo Zuo is refreshed, you can get 1 refresh time every ten years, and each time and space can get up to 10 times at a time."

Xiaoling Mausoleum of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty in Purple Mountain, inside the Xiangdian Hall where the gods are enshrined.

Hiss...hoo...

Ji Boying held the cigarette he had just lit and looked at the back of Lao Zhu who was standing in front of the throne. He was indeed the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty who was born in a commoner and fought all the way. His mind was stable and he perfectly interpreted "Taishan collapses but his appearance remains unchanged."

After experiencing such an anti-human thing as "time travel", Zhu Yuanzhang did not show any shock at all.

Apart from glancing at his own tablet at first, Lao Zhu's eyes were always staring at another tablet, that of Empress Xiaocigao, Lao Zhu's first wife.

From the eulogy next to this shrine, we can see that Empress Ma died on Bingxu in August of the 15th year of Hongwu.

Lao Zhu couldn't accept this reality. The girl he loved the most had only less than three years to live.

"Mr. Ji, can everything be changed?"

This word "Sir" shows Lao Zhu's change in attitude towards Ji Boying.

In fact, the moment he appeared in this palace, Lao Zhu had already believed Ji Boying's identity as a banished immortal.

Seeing the memorial tablet of his beloved with his own eyes made Lao Zhu feel sad.

"Have one?"

Taking a few steps forward, Ji Boying and Zhu Yuanzhang stood side by side.

Lao Zhu looked at the cigarette handed over by Ji Boying, hesitated for a moment, then took it and held it in the corner of his mouth, imitating Ji Boying.

Pull.

Ji Boying lit a cigarette for Lao Zhu, waved his hand, and the fire went out.

Lao Zhu frowned slightly, took a tentative breath, then his pupils shrank, and he coughed wildly while covering his chest.

"Don't inhale too hard, inhale slowly and exhale through the nose."

Under Ji Boying's guidance, Lao Zhu tried a few more mouthfuls. He felt chest tightness at first, then gradually felt refreshed, and then he wanted to reach immortality. Most of the worries in his heart disappeared.

"What is this? It feels so ecstatic."

Lao Zhu looked at the ashes of the cigarette in his hand, with a sense of fascination in his eyes.

"Wangyoucao."

After Ji Boying finished speaking, he looked up at Queen Ma's throne.

"Destiny is determined by God. I don't know if I can change your wife's fate, but I can try."

'If we extend the life of Queen Ma for a few years, maybe the Ming Dynasty Zuo of Hongwu time and space can be continued.'

Ji Boying was thinking in his mind. At this time, the hot wind was blowing and poured into the Hall of Enjoyment. Both Lao Zhu and Ji Boying turned their heads and looked out of the hall. They saw billowing black smoke rising in the sky in the distance.

"Hey, why is that place of burning smoke so familiar?"

After taking a deep breath of forget-me-not, Lao Zhu spoke.

"That's your home."

Ji Boying's words made Lao Zhu feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and the cigarette in the corner of his mouth suddenly lost its aroma.

Our Forbidden City was burned down??!

"Which thief set the fire? We're going to chop him alive!"

As soon as Lao Zhu's words came out, a messy figure with disheveled hair climbed up the steps of the Xiang Palace, muttering "rebellious ministers and traitors". He happened to reveal half of his head and met the murderous light in Lao Zhu's eyes.

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at the same time.

Forbidden City, outside the Meridian Gate.

Wearing armor, Zhu Di, surrounded by Zhu Neng, Li Jinglong and other generals, was about to pass through the Meridian Gate on horseback. At this time, Zhu Laosi felt excited in his heart and tied his head to his belt.

For more than a year, I went through life and death, and survived all kinds of dangers.

This supreme position is now finally within reach.

Moreover, he, Zhu Laosi, was very proud. Looking at the more than a thousand years since the First Emperor, he was the only one who could successfully rebel as a vassal king.

At this moment, an editor from the Hanlin Academy rushed out from the welcoming officials and stood in front of Zhu Di's horse.

"Who dares to stop a driver?!"

Li Jinglong, the first god of war in the Ming Dynasty, wearing a handsome red shirt, reined in his horse and shouted loudly.

Facing the intimidation and pressure from the God of War, the young Hanlin was not afraid at all and just stared at Zhu Di calmly.

"I am Yang Rong, editor of the Hanlin Academy. I should ask His Highness."

"First visit the mausoleum and ascend the throne first."

After finishing his sentence, Zhu Di's expression suddenly changed, he realized the seriousness of the problem and quickly turned his horse's head.

"Send the order to all the officials in heaven and follow me to pay homage to the Xiaoling Mausoleum."

The order of visiting the mausoleum and ascending the throne seems to be a simple one, but in fact it is related to the issue of whether Zhu Laosi's access to the throne is correct or incorrect.
Chapter completed!