Chapter 20 Let's create a Ming Dynasty that will last forever!
Chapter 20 We want to create a great Ming Dynasty that will never be easy!
"Chongba, what's wrong with you?" Late at night in Kunning Palace, Queen Ma was awakened by her husband who was tossing and turning. She found that her husband was looking at the curtains in a trance, and she couldn't help but worry.
"Sister, did we wake you up?" Seeing that he accidentally woke up his wife, Lao Zhu sounded a little apologetic.
After the conversation in Qianqing Palace, he fell into negative emotions. After Zhu Su left, he picked up the sword again and chopped the imperial case in Qianqing Palace to pieces.
He wished he could kill all those stupid officials and traitors who dared to insult his descendants, so as to alleviate the hatred in his heart!
However, those are all figures from more than two hundred and seventy years later. Even if he, Zhu Yuanzhang, could open up the world and create such a great foundation as the Ming Dynasty with his own hands, he could not travel through time and space and kill all those guys who were two hundred years later!
He slashed at the desk with his sword crazily, but he couldn't dispel the fury in his chest at all!
Finally, Queen Ma came after hearing the news and stopped Zhu Yuanzhang, who looked like a madman.
Seeing Empress Ma, Zhu Yuanzhang finally stopped being angry. He just sat down on the chair slumped without saying a word.
Empress Ma didn't ask any questions. She dismissed the palace guests and, just like she did when she was still in her late teens, she personally changed her husband's clothes, washed him, took off his boots, and soothed him to rest on the bed.
Then stay next to your husband and accompany him quietly.
The Qianqing Palace was already in a mess, so naturally it was impossible to live in it. So tonight the couple stayed in the Kunning Palace.
However, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was no longer furious, still couldn't sleep.
After saying that Chongzhen hanged himself on Meishan, Queen Ma's eyes were red.
"He...he actually..."
"Chongba." Empress Ma looked at Lao Zhu worriedly. "Did Su'er say something to you just now?"
"Sister, what do you mean?" Zhu Yuanzhang also guessed something.
"Chongba, God allows Su'er to travel to the present, this is our chance." Empress Ma said solemnly. "You are the emperor who founded the Ming Dynasty, and Su'er knows the future progress of the Ming Dynasty."
"Kill your wife, kill your daughter, and then commit suicide."
"We cannot control the situation two hundred and seventy years from now, and we cannot stop it."
"These scholars talk so much about benevolence, righteousness and morality that they have no shame! In my opinion, eight out of ten of us who strike down the court with this big sword are not innocent!"
"The Ming Dynasty...the last emperor?" Empress Ma was stunned, and her heart suddenly tightened.
"Before I died, I still felt guilty that I had failed my ancestors."
"Chongba, don't be impulsive." Empress Ma quickly held him back. She was afraid that he would be impulsive and attack the officials in the court today. "That child of Chongzhen was born more than two hundred years later. The officials at that time were not the same as those in the court now. It doesn’t matter if you are a hundred officials!”
"...Sure enough, I can't hide it from our sister." Lao Zhu glanced at his married wife and smiled bitterly. He couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he simply stood up and sat at the round table in the corner of the room.
In addition, he learned that the military household system that he was so proud of would completely collapse in the future, and he would become the gravedigger of the Ming Dynasty. This kind of frustration made him, who had always been confident, begin to doubt himself.
"But Chongzhen is also my descendant, so I must say this."
"Could it be that you think that my humble background is not worthy of you, Emperor Zhu?"
She took advantage of the situation and sat down opposite Lao Zhu. "Tell me, Su'er... what did he say?"
"He..." Lao Zhu hesitated. He didn't want his wife to bear this burden.
Could it be that the demise of the Ming Dynasty was also fate?
He is an irritable person by nature.
Queen Ma was sobbing. Seeing Lao Zhu being so angry before, he thought that it must be the various unfilial acts of the subjugated king that made him so angry.
"Then you can't kill indiscriminately!" Queen Ma raised her eyebrows, showing that Hongwu was in a rage. "Now the world has just been settled, and you want to kill the courtiers because of something that will not happen for more than two hundred years.
Who will serve as your errand in the future? What kind of emperor do you want to be?"
Empress Ma stared blankly at the frosty moonlight on the ground. In the moonlight, he seemed to see a young man who looked exactly like Prince Zhu Biao, kowtowing to her with a sad face, and then resolutely stretched his neck into the hanging
Among the knots in the dead tree...
"Then... what should we do?" Lao Zhu said angrily. "We know that our children and grandchildren will be bullied like this in the future. We, as ancestors, can only watch like this?"
"No, I'm afraid it's more than that. The future disasters of the Ming Dynasty, what kind of enemies it will face, the shortcomings of the emperor's future policies... and even what policies are good policies to save the country, and what policies will distort the truth, Su'er must be Dumen'er
clear!"
"This...this is a good boy..."
He didn't dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the flames of war all over his country, his people being trampled by foreigners, and his descendants hanging from dead trees!
Like a nightmare!
"He was hanged..."
But I didn't expect that he would turn out to be such a child who would rather bend than bend, and wholeheartedly serve the people.
"Such a staunch emperor is willing to plead with thieves not to hurt any of the people..."
He even thought, could it be that God was controlling all of this in the dark? It made a dynasty never escape the three hundred years of reincarnation.
In all the dynasties, have we ever seen such a resolute and brave king who conquered his country?
"Chongba, I am your wife." Empress Ma's face was extremely serious. "No matter what happens, you and I should bear it together."
"Lao Wu... told me the death of the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"
"Damn it, these corrupt officials deserve to be killed, they all deserve to be killed!"
"That's not true." Queen Ma wiped the tears from her eyes, took Lao Zhu's hands, and asked Lao Zhu to face her.
"Chongba, I am a woman and I should not interfere in the political affairs of the court."
But now Queen Ma's words were like clearing the clouds and revealing the sun, making him understand what he should do.
He stretched out his hand to pour himself a bowl of cold tea, raised his neck, and drank it all.
"You are even more exposed, why are you drinking cold tea?" Her shoulders felt slightly warm, and it was Empress Ma who took a robe and put it on her husband.
In fact, he may not have thought about this. It was just that he had just heard about the tragic situation of his descendants, and his anger at the shameless behavior of Qian Qianyi and others completely blinded his reason.
"I would even rather die without a complete body..."
His eldest son is the prince, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty... and also her future descendant!
"It's...what does it look like?"
"Alas!" Lao Zhu sighed, and then under the moonlight in the room, he told Queen Ma exactly what Zhu Su said.
"Sister, what, what do you say..." These words can be said to be detrimental to Lao Zhu, and Lao Zhu immediately became discouraged.
"This... well, let me tell you."
"Huh?" Lao Zhu looked shocked.
"He died with hatred." Lao Zhu gritted his teeth with hatred, and these words almost popped out from between his teeth. "'But all the ministers misunderstood me,' he was killed by those officials who killed him with a thousand swords.
You were fooled!"
"Isn't it the same?" Lao Zhu glared, "Look at those officials, our children and grandchildren asked them for money, and gave away more than a hundred thousand taels. The bandit army came into the city and directly scraped out seven
Ten million taels! Seventy million!"
"But, we can take care of it now!"
"With Su'er here, you can help your descendants repair the holes in advance and avoid that tragedy!"
And this child died in such a tragic way...
"Let your son run for his life, but you would rather die than run away."
The stagnation in his chest turned into a burning ambition. The Hongwu Emperor who had swallowed up thousands of miles was back again.
"My sister is right! Yes, so what about two hundred and seventy years? Even if God has decreed that our Ming Dynasty's life span is only two hundred and seventy years, now that we know this, we will say goodbye to Grandma Te's God.
An arm-wrestle!"
"Filling the holes is not enough. We must create a true Ming Dynasty that will never be easy!"
In this late night, the low roar of Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang will eventually resound throughout the entire history with the help of the young dragon!