Zhu Yunxi raised his right hand and said, "If you are worried about me, my grandson will swear in front of you. If you violate this oath, my grandson..."
Snapped!
His cheek was lightly slapped by the old man.
Then the old man quickly pressed Zhu Yunxi's hand, "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't you dare, don't you dare!" He said, clasping his hands together and saying, "Our eldest grandson is talking nonsense when he is young. If you don't take it seriously, you will come to me for everything. Don't come to me."
Grandson..."
Zhu Yunxi's eyes suddenly turned red.
He took the old man's hand, rubbed it, and said with a choked smile, "Grandpa Huang, my grandson heard that the fifth uncle is doing well in Fengyang, and he also knows that he is wrong. Otherwise, my grandson should let him go!"
As he spoke, he looked into the old man's eyes.
A glimmer of brightness gradually appeared in the old man's originally cloudy eyes.
Poor parents in the world, no matter what happens to their children, they are their own flesh and blood. The old man has always been able to take things up and put them down in his life, and he has never rubbed dirt in his eyes, but when it comes to his own son...
"Wang Jue has been dismissed, so we can't give him any more. Otherwise, my grandson's words will be changed in the morning and evening!" Zhu Yunxi said with a bitter smile, "Let him come to the capital to stay with you for a few days, and you will teach him personally?"
"Okay!" The old man nodded.
"Don't just think about it all day long. If you feel uncomfortable, call the imperial doctor. If you have something you can't figure out, just talk to your grandson!" Zhu Yunxi continued, "You stay strong and live a few more years!
You know, when you are here, our family is here! When you are here, your children and grandchildren still have a running person and Nianxiang. If you are not here, our family will become several small families."
As he spoke, he sighed, "These small families are not as good as other people's folk brothers' homes. At least the folk brothers' and nephews' homes are close to each other and have someone to take care of them. But our family is far apart, and we have not been there for many years.
Just come and go."
"That's right, the family can't be separated!" The old man nodded again.
"When you are here, your grandchildren and uncles all respect you and have a destination in their hearts. As the old saying goes, parents know where they came from when they are here, but they only know the way back when they are gone. You are the backbone of our family, and even more important to us.
Ties of home!”
"You can't always talk about death. Aren't you worried about what others will say about our family? Those damn ghosts are not afraid of them when they are alive. Do you still care about them after they die? Let them see it.
, look at the longevity of our Zhu family, look at the descendants of our Zhu family, and look at our Zhu family for generations to come!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The old man kept nodding, "Dasun, you are right. We were the ones who gave in just now. Damn it, we personally ordered them to be killed. We didn't take it seriously when they were alive, let alone when they died.
Come on. Come on, we have killed a lot of people in this life, how many evil ghosts are we still missing?"
Zhu Yunxi smiled, "Yes! So you, just enjoy your blessings! Hey, you can live a long life and make them mad to death!"
"Hahaha!" The old man finally showed a smile, "Yes, we will make them mad!" But then, a trace of melancholy appeared on his face, "Hey, actually, now that I think about it, we were also very angry back then, and some people shouldn't be so angry.
Then kill him!"
In fact, that's what the old man said. If time could go back again, I'm afraid he would kill like this again, and maybe even more ruthlessly.
This kind of political struggle can never be based on human feelings, nor can it be described by the word "human feelings".
"Why don't you kill them? You didn't kill their son. Although the title is gone, you still have enough food and clothing!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "Look back at my grandson. If there is anything useful, please praise him."
They, kind of... give me a sweet date!"
"Okay!" The old man breathed out, "Hey, I feel much more comfortable after talking to you for a long time!" After saying that, he closed his eyes and said, "The dream last night disturbed me.
I didn’t sleep a wink!”
Zhu Yunxi carefully put the quilt on the old man's body, patted it gently, and said softly, "If you are tired, just take a nap for a while! My grandson is not going anywhere today, so he will stay with you. When you wake up,
Let Ning'er cook dumplings for you and Liujin warm the wine for you!"
"Yeah!" The old man responded vaguely and whispered with his eyes closed, "Dasun, let me tell you, in fact, sooner or later, people will have that day, and you don't have to persuade us..." He continued intermittently.
He said, "After we die, don't bury us with so many things. We are all dead... there is no need... just bring the clothes and shoes your grandmother made for us... and bring us with you."
Your grandmothers were buried together..."
"Remember, it's just me and your grandmother...the other women are buried in the pit outside and are not allowed to come in...or your grandmother will be jealous...and beat us..."
"Hey!" Zhu Yunxi continued to pat and responded softly.
Gradually, the snoring of the old man in the palace began to rise and fall, and it seemed that he fell asleep.
Zhu Yunxi tucked the old man into a quilt and walked out quietly.
Outside the hall, Pu Bucheng was the only one standing with a concerned expression.
"Sleeping!" Zhu Yunxi smiled.
Pu Bucheng breathed out, "It's up to you, Your Majesty, to persuade the old man." As he said this, he wiped away his tears and said, "Slave, this slave has such a heart..."
"Don't cry, I just went to bed!" Zhu Yunxi patted the other party's shoulder, "You go and take care of me, I'll go outside to get some fresh air!"
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The huge Yong'an Palace seems a bit empty, and a few kingfishers on the red wall are jumping up and down as if there is no one around, as if this is their home, relaxed and freehand.
Zhu Yunxi shook his arms twice and walked to the side hall. He happened to look at the koi carp swimming in the pond under the white marble railing.
A little eunuch in purple, with his head lowered and taking small steps, came softly and silently and knelt at Zhu Yunxi's feet.
Wow!
Zhu Yunxi threw a handful of bait into the pond, causing the koi fish to scramble and cause ripples in the water.
"Have you seen any outsiders here these days?" Zhu Yunxi whispered, "He's from Zhongdu?"
"Back to the Emperor, the Emperor has seen no outsiders!" the young eunuch whispered, "However, a few letters were delivered to the palace and were handled by slaves. One was from the King of Qi, the other was from the King of Chu, and the King of Ning...
...The Emperor has been doing well these past few days. Ever since he read those letters, he has been sighing..."
"Got it!" Zhu Yunxi threw another handful of bait and said expressionlessly, "Go down!"
"Yes!" The little eunuch retreated silently, as if he had never appeared before.
"Hey!" After a long time, Zhu Yunxi let out a long sigh, and all the bait in his hand fell into the pond, floating densely in one layer.
The old man is not afraid of death, but his sons are afraid that their father will die.
They don't want their father to die, not because they are filial, but because they are afraid of losing this amulet.
~
In the Yong'an Palace, Pu Bucheng gently shook the feather yarn.
The dazed old man half-opened his eyes and said, "Come here!"
"The slave is here!" Pu Bucheng quickly knelt down beside the old man.
The old man held the bed, supported his body, and leaned against the bedside, "Have you prepared the things I asked you to prepare?"
"I dare not..." Pu Bucheng burst into tears and kowtowed.
"Don't cry like a bitch..." the old man scolded, "Just prepare if I ask you to prepare. We may not need it, but we may also need it!" He said, sighing, "This
My body has run out of oil, and I probably won’t be able to hold on for much longer!”
As he said that, he looked at Pu Bucheng and said, "I said, I won't die for fear of suffering!"
Then the old man pinched his joints and said, "If we really can't get up when we close our eyes, then there's no need to say anything. It's just a blessing. But if we really can't talk or move, then you can
Pour the stuff we asked you to prepare into us!"
"Let us leave as quickly as possible so as not to cause trouble to others, do you understand?"
"Your Majesty!" Pu Bucheng couldn't help but cried bitterly.
"You old dog!" the old man scolded, "wait until we die before you howl!" As he said that, he suddenly covered Pu Bucheng's mouth, moved his ears, and whispered in a low voice, "Stop crying, our eldest grandson is back.
!”
After saying that, the old man lay down numbly, snoring again, as if he had fallen asleep.