In the thirty-first year of Hongwu's reign, the first lunar month had just passed.

After the Hu Weiyong case, the Kongyin case, and the Guo Huan case, the Ming Dynasty had a noble ethos. The people all memorized the "Da Gao" by heart, and all the officials carried the coffin to work tremblingly. They all prayed that Lao Zhu would go down early to play mahjong with Chen and Zhang.

Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace Nuange.

Lao Zhu was lying on the imperial couch, looking at the sunset outside the palace, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

So what if I were an emperor for a lifetime, he would never be able to withstand the passage of time.

This year, he is already seventy-one years old, and Lao Zhu can feel that his end is approaching.

But his heart, which had been working hard all his life, could never settle down.

"How is the prince's health?"

His voice was hoarse and majestic, and his thirty-one years as an emperor had washed away his peasant, beggar and monk aura.

The royal guards made Song Zhong bow.

"Back to Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince coughed up blood three times last night, at the seventh quarter of Hai hour, the third quarter of Zi hour, and the fifth quarter of Chou hour."

Lao Zhu frowned with a grayish-white brow. This grown-up boy had been seriously ill after a serious illness in the 25th year of Hongwu's life. He was fine in the past few years, but his coughing up blood has become more and more serious in the past two years.

I'm afraid that like myself, time is running out.

"What is that boy Xiongying doing recently?"

Lao Zhu thought of his great grandson, who was the hope of our Lao Zhu family.

"His Royal Highness Taisun got up at exactly the same time today."

"Yin Zheng?"

Lao Zhu was very pleased. As expected, he is our kind, Lao Zhu, so diligent!

"Yes, His Majesty Taisun meditated in his room after he woke up. He didn't finish until the end of Chen hour. After washing, he had breakfast in the mansion and did the eighth set of radio gymnastics for half an hour. Then he went to the elixir room for four At that time, I didn't eat lunch until Liu Ji came to see him. At this time, the two of them were meditating by the lake in the back garden of Taisun's Mansion."

Meditate, make alchemy...

The eighth set of radio gymnastics?

Did we have such a thing in the Ming Dynasty?

Song Zhong continued to speak, and Lao Zhu frowned more and more. He was not in good health, and he was not as good as he was. The heavy responsibility of the Ming Empire would have to fall on the shoulders of this grandson.

Thinking of this, a fierce light flashed across Lao Zhu's eyes.

If Sun Tzu can't control the situation, then he can only pick up the butcher knife that he has put down in recent years and completely clean up the court.

In Duke Liang's Mansion, Lan Yu, who was warming himself by the fire, shivered violently...

Lao Zhu thought about it for a while.

"deliver an imperial order."

………………

Yingtian Imperial City, the Emperor Taisun's Mansion, two figures were sitting cross-legged by the clear lake on the rockery in the back garden.

"Old man Liu, your vomiting frequency is wrong."

"Learn from me, nine shallow and one deep."

"Breathe...breathe..."

"suck…"

"Yes, yes, yes, very good, continue."

Zhu Xiongying patiently demonstrated and taught.

The white-haired old man opposite him had a solemn expression and carefully followed Zhu Xiongying's breathing rate.

"Yes, Not Bad."

"Keep it up."

Zhu Xiongying looked at Liu Ji, who was very smart, and smiled happily.

Perhaps because of the butterfly effect, when his soul traveled through time, he found that Liu Bowen, who was supposed to be killed by Hu Weiyong in the eighth year of Hongwu, was still alive. In order to save the old man's life, Zhu Xiongying asked Lao Zhu to hire a wife for Liu Bowen. The honorary title of Master Sun.

Liu Bowen did not lose his reputation as the first military advisor of the Ming Dynasty. He immediately came to the throne, stopped caring about the court, and devoted himself to cultivating his character with His Highness Taisun.

Of course, there are relatively few pre-existing butterfly effects. Everything that should have happened in history has happened, such as the blank seal case.

As for the late butterfly effect, the biggest beneficiaries are Lan Yu and the group of Huaixi generals.

Because Zhu Biao and Zhu Xiongying were both alive, Lao Zhu only beat these people from time to time and did not perform any surgery.

The sun is setting, and the moment of the unitary hour arrives.

A voice sounded in my mind.

"Congratulations."

"This round of training is all completed."

"Earn 'three days' of longevity and receive a random reward of 'mind reading'."

Zhu Xiongying breathed a sigh of relief.

I can live for another three days.

The countdown that always exists in his mind is reset to: 72:00:00.

Next second:71:59:59.

According to the original historical trajectory, the real Zhu Xiongying should have gone to drink soup in the fifteenth year of Hongwu, and it was only because of his soul that his body survived.

When he first passed through the soul, Zhu Xiongying was extremely arrogant and thought that no matter what, he must be an emperor for eternity and have a harem of three thousand.

But the system that appeared out of nowhere told him: The emperor on earth will only live for a hundred years, and the right path is to cultivate immortality and live forever.

Zhu Xiongying's first thought was to refuse.

I have become the successor of the Ming Dynasty. How can a simple meal and a simple meal be compared to decades of wanton indulgence for such an idiot?

However, when the longevity countdown appeared, Zhu Xiongying immediately became serious.

System Dad, you are right!

What an eternal emperor is nothing in front of the immortal cultivator!

Only by completing a series of training tasks given by the system can you obtain the life span to continue living, and the length of life span obtained from completing the previous round of training determines the length of the next round of training.

Of course, you will also get some random rewards.

The preciousness and practicality of this kind of reward are very random and have nothing to do with the difficulty of the previous round of practice. Zhu Xiongying has studied it for a period of time, and there is no pattern at all.

For example, this time's 'Mind Reading Technique', or the 'Seven-Star Life-Extending Technique' he obtained in the early years. In the 25th year, Hongwu relied on that Seven-Star Life-Extending Technique to extend the life of his father, Zhu Biao, for seven years.

It's a pity that no one believed Zhu Xiongying when he said it was his own merit, and instead he benefited the bunch of quack doctors.

However, this life-renewing technique can only be used once every ten years. Looking at Ah Biao's body, he probably won't be able to refill it again.

The settlement time of each round of practice is Youshizhong, which is exactly 6 o'clock every evening. It is also this time that a new round of practice begins.

"A new round of training begins."

"Please complete task one: meditate for four hours. Please start the task within one hour."

Zhu Xiongying was not surprised. This was considered a very easy task. Isn't it just a matter of not sleeping? Which immortal cultivator doesn't stay up late?

In the past, Zhu Xiongying's response was to stay up all night and then rest during the day.

As for the countdown of this task, it is a reminder that it must be started within two hours, otherwise the task will be cancelled. If it is canceled twice in a row, it will be regarded as a failure in practice, which means that Zhu Xiongying can return to nothingness.

"Old man, you can get up now."

Zhu Xiongying stood up and patted Liu Ji on the shoulder.

This old man has been living longer and longer since he meditated and practiced with him. Liu Ji, who originally only lived to be sixty-five in history, is now eighty-eight years old and his body is still strong.

"Your Highness Taisun, won't you do the eighth set of radio gymnastics today?"

Liu Ji, who had white hair and beard, stood up with a smile. Although he was old, his back was not stooped, and his movements showed the style of a great man. He was worthy of the respect of later generations for him as one of the "Three Great Masters of Poetry and Prose in the Early Ming Dynasty".

In the past, every time I meditated with His Majesty the Grand Sun, I had to do the eighth set of radio gymnastics after finishing it. Although the name of the exercise was strange, it was a little strange when I first did it. But after doing it for a few rounds, I found that my body and bones were stretched, and I felt so good about myself.

It is very effective for rheumatoid arthritis.

"No more."

After finally taking a two-hour vacation, Zhu Xiongying didn't want to waste it doing exercises.

There was a slight regret on Liu Ji's face, but he didn't say anything. He followed Zhu Xiongying and walked slowly by the pool.

"Your Highness."

Liu Ji thought for a moment.

"Um?"

Zhu Xiongying is thinking about what to do with these two spare hours, and which girl is better to invite to play Landlords. He is the emperor's grandson. He is twenty-four this year. He can't sleep with a woman even if he doesn't want to. This is the daughter of the grandson's house.
To be continued...