Yongle three years.

The red rising sun casts a line of orange over the Forbidden City, which is covered with vermilion and green tiles.

On the large red sandalwood desk, Zhu Zhanyong opened his eyes, his eyes were scattered and confused. As his eyes gradually focused, the light yellow curtain not far away slowly became clearer and clearer.

Quiet, tranquil without any breath of life.

Behind the tent, furniture with carved hollows was displayed in the center of the room, including copper basins with wooden frames, name cards, tall blue and white porcelain bottles... mixed with the fresh and light smell of nanmu flowing into the nostrils.

Zhu Zhanyong lowered his head, wearing obscene clothes made of light yellow glossy silk, and his long black hair slowly fell to his chest as he turned his head.

"I... traveled through time."

When we entered the society and encountered an economic crisis, we were blamed for layoffs and salary cuts. We only wanted to make money, so we got up early and worked overtime every day. We translated various historical materials into foreign languages ​​and published them overseas, but the money was pitiful.

Save enough money, submit your resignation letter, create a small company, and your career will flourish.

Just when he thought his life was on track, an accident happened. He only slept four hours a day, and he slept to death this time.

Zhu Zhanyong looked at the original Junxiu calligraphy on the desk, and the memory swept over him like a tide, and it took him half an hour to straighten it out.

Zhu Di’s direct grandson…

Zhu Zhanyong…

Zhu Zhanyong looked at the red palace wall outside the door, barely moved the corner of his mouth, and then fell into silence.

In the early Ming Dynasty, the princes and grandsons enjoyed a lifetime of glory and wealth, but one person was not included in the rule.

He is Zhu Zhanyong.

The original person was Zhu Zhanyong, the half-brother of Zhu Zhanji. He was the direct descendant of the Ming Dynasty royal family and was granted the title of Quzhou.

But he never became a vassal.

What's the reason?

Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaoxu competed for the throne. If Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji died, the throne would be inherited by Zhu Zhanyong.

Therefore, Zhu Gaochi ordered Zhu Zhanyong to stay in the capital.

After Zhu Zhanji ascended the throne, it stands to reason that Zhu Zhanyong could go and become a vassal state.

However, Zhu Zhanji's son was still young and for fear of something happening, he still imprisoned Zhu Zhanyong in the capital until he died in the capital at the age of thirty-four, and his country was wiped out.

He was imprisoned in this small courtyard all his life, and his throne and fiefdom were both empty.

Who can bear to be a spare tire for a lifetime?

Suddenly, a leisurely and heavy voice sounded in my mind.

"Yunwen has ascended the throne, right? How many years has it been since Yunwen ascended the throne?"

"who?"

Zhu Zhanyong turned around and found that the door was tightly closed, and there was not even a trace of the eunuch.

As his mind raced, Zhu Zhanyong suddenly realized something was wrong.

That voice.

It doesn't seem like it's coming from outside.

Zhu Zhanyong stood there, from the initial surprise, confusion, confusion, calmness... to gradually adapting, I have traveled through time, what else is there to make a fuss about?

I have read the life of the voice owner.

Emperor Gao, Zhu...Zhu Yuanzhang...

Zhu Zhanyong thought that nothing would surprise him after traveling through time. Unexpectedly, half an hour later, those two words were still taken away from him.

"Let me ask you, has Yunwen ascended the throne?"

"Grandpa Huang, I am afraid that I will disappoint you. After your death, Emperor Jianwen cut down the vassal vassalage, abolished the titles of King Zhou and King Dai, King Xiang burned himself to death, and Emperor Jianwen sent people to Peking to capture King Yan... King Yan

Entering the Qing Dynasty's side in Beijing, Emperor Jianwen's army was retreating steadily, and his attempt for peace failed... The Jianwen Dynasty is dead!"

Zhu Zhanyong remembered that starting from the Battle of Zhending, his cheap emperor Zhu Di went all the way south and fought for four years.

"Didn't we keep Geng Bingwen?!"

"Although Geng Bingwen is good at defense, there is a monk beside the emperor. This man is a counselor and offers suggestions to lure Geng Bingwen to send troops. Geng Bingwen is not good at offense..."

"Has this been defeated?"

"Not at all. The imperial court replaced Li Jinglong as commander... You may have guessed what happened next. Yes, the 500,000 troops you left for Zhu Yunwen were completely wiped out."

"Fang... Where is Fang Xiaoru?"

"Fang Xiaoru punished ten tribes, Qi Huang punished three tribes."

"Fourth, this bastard!"

Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth and spoke every word. He originally thought that the vassal king would protect the country of the Ming Dynasty. Unexpectedly, in just four years, the country would change hands.

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed deeply and said nothing, but he was still in the atmosphere.

"You call us Grandfather?"

"I am King Yan... no, I am the direct descendant of the current Emperor Yongle, Zhu Zhanyong."

The atmosphere gradually cooled down.

Zhu Zhanyong felt that it was human nature for Lao Zhu to blame him. In a sense, he was considered an ally.

However, Lao Zhu seemed to have brought a few people with him, and Zhu Zhanyong could feel it.

But they didn't say anything.

Zhu Zhanyong tentatively asked: "Everyone?"

At this time, a rough and low smoke sound sounded, which was very nice.

"Although I don't know what dynasty or era this is, if you want to become emperor, I will help you."

Another voice that is as gentle and warm as an elder is also very nice to hear.

"With the help of all the wise men, there is no need to worry about it. Someone has a question, how many years in the Taichu calendar is it now?"

Try to read the whole life of these two people.

This time Zhu Zhanyong failed. It was dark, like a black hole without any feedback.

Zhu Zhanyong was a little confused, "The questions are over, it's my turn to ask you...what happened to the parts that don't belong to my body...that is, you?"

"We were reading the memorial in Fengtian Hall, taking a short break, and then we opened our eyes and came to you..."

Zhu Yuanzhang was reading a memorial in the Fengtian Hall, and then went to the side hall to take a nap on the couch. He opened his eyes and came to see Zhu Zhanyong.

After calming down, Zhu Zhanyong secretly sorted out the key points in Zhu Yuanzhang's words, came to a surprising conclusion, and murmured:

"I have become a life experience platform..."

"The Emperor and the others did not die in their own dynasty. In the words of future generations, they will come online in my body, and what they see and hear will be brought back to their own dynasty."

"As compensation, I can extract an ability from them."

For Lao Zhu, it was the same as living one more life in the future; for him, it was even more interesting. As soon as he traveled through time, he was transported by Lao Zhu...

That gentle voice that sounded like an elder sounded in my mind.

"Zhan Yong, you haven't told me yet, how many years in the Taichu calendar is it now?"

"The Taichu calendar has been discontinued for a long time. Now it is the Tatong calendar of the Ming Dynasty, which is more than a thousand years away from the pre-Qin period."

"It's been a thousand years..."

No, Daxian, which dynasty did you come online from...

Zhu Zhanyong could feel that there were five people except Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Wait a minute, someone is coming outside."

Zhu Zhanyong calmed down

He looked up and saw a handsome little eunuch pushing open the palace door and holding a copper basin. He knew this little eunuch, his name was Zhang Jiu.

"Your Highness, it's time to change." The young eunuch smiled respectfully.

Zhu Zhanyong raised his hands and made them into large fonts, letting the other party play with them, "I...I slept on the desk all night?"

"Ah... you forgot to sleep. Yesterday the prince scolded you and asked you to practice calligraphy diligently... you fell asleep after writing a few words. The slave came and didn't bother to wake you up."

The young eunuch Zhang Jiu straightened Zhu Zhanyong's clothes and his eyes lit up: "Your Highness, it's almost time to have dinner. After dinner, shall we go to the Wenlou?"

Zhu Zhanyong turned a deaf ear and walked out of the big house and looked around.

"My slave asked, your majesty also lived in this courtyard when he was a prince, and he moved out after his wedding." Zhang Jiu was afraid that Zhu Zhanyong would be dissatisfied, so he said.

The yard is not big, with only four rooms.

Zhu Zhanyong slept in the most spacious main room and ate here. There was also a study room and two side rooms on the side.

If nothing else, this is where Zhu Zhanyong lived for most of his life.
To be continued...