The stupid son of Chongba

Chapter 33 1 Piece of Shit!

Chapter 33 A pile of shit!

"Of course it's long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"

Zhu Ju grinned and said without thinking.

To be honest, this kind of question is just annoying, so just laugh it off.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang did not buy it.
"Bullshit! How can anyone really live to be 10,000 years old?"

He frowned, laughed and scolded,

"Don't play dumb with us, you're like Liu Bowen, you know the truth but you're hesitant and unwilling to say it, it's annoying to watch you!"

"If you want to say something, please be more accurate. If you tell me this, I will reduce your sentence!"

Zhu Ju smiled awkwardly and said:
"Well, well...it's hard to say exactly how long someone's lifespan is, but I can be sure that your lifespan is definitely the longest among all the emperors in history!"

"How about it, are you satisfied this time?"

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows.

"Really?"

He stroked his beard and said to himself,
"The longest-lived emperor in history... We really don't know who lived the longest among all the emperors in history..."

After hearing what Zhu Ju said, he almost wanted to find someone to count the life spans of emperors throughout the dynasties!

"Of course it's true! Look up to the age of sixty, and you can easily reach the age of seventy. If you lean on the age of eighty, you can also have hope in your old age."

Zhu Ju shook his head and muttered something to himself. At the end, he slapped the table and concluded,
"Anyway, with Dad's strong body, wouldn't it be easy for him to live to be a hundred or eighty years old?"

Ma Xiuying covered her mouth and smiled.

"You're full of jingles. Where did you learn all that?"

She joked,

"I think you can even go to Yingtianfu to set up a fortune-telling stall!"

Zhu Ju scratched his head and chuckled.

Aren't these the basic skills of a fortune teller? You have to make a living with your mouth.

"I'll lend you some good words!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was also very pleased when he heard Zhu Ju's rhyme, and said with a smile,

"If I could really live to be a hundred years old, I would definitely hand over the throne to your elder brother when I'm eighty, and then take your mother on a tour, living together in peace and happiness!"

"Tsk, tsk, think about it... this is such a beautiful thing!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Xiuying's eyes showed a hint of fascination.

Being a queen is not that happy actually, it is more of a heavy responsibility.

If one day I could put down my burdens and live a peaceful life in seclusion with Chongba...

That is indeed a beautiful thing.

"By the way, don't just talk about us, talk about your mother's!"

Zhu Yuanzhang changed the subject and asked,
"What is your mother's fate? How long will she live?"

Zhu Ju glared.

"We agreed that this was the last question! Don't play dumb!"

He shouted in dissatisfaction,
"If I keep talking about all this, I won't be able to finish until dawn. I'm not going to do it anymore. I'm not going to do it anymore!"

Zhu Yuanzhang touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed.

You really can't go back on your word and cheat with a little kid...

At this moment, Ma Xiuying tugged at Zhu Ju's sleeve.

"Little Orange, this mother wants to know too, just tell me..."

She said with a smile,

"Can I live as long as your father?"

Zhu Ju's mouth curled down slightly, but he reacted immediately, and quickly forced a smile, saying:

"Of course! You two can become a pair of old mandarin ducks and live together forever!"

After hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Xiuying both burst out laughing, their mouth corners almost reaching their ears!

"Haha, the word 'old mandarin duck' is so ugly, no no, change it!"

"Hahaha... That's right, you little bastard, don't use any polite words!"

The couple smiled brightly, with a hint of joy between their eyebrows.

Obviously, the old couple were very happy to hear Zhu Ju's words. Zhu Ju was infected by them and also laughed, but although she smiled on her face, she felt a little unhappy in her heart.

According to the laws of history, my mother only has ten years left to live...

Although she had only been with Ma Xiuying for a few days, Zhu Ju had received unprecedented maternal love, and it was doting!
This made him involuntarily enjoy the warmth and security of hiding under these heavy wings, and he was reluctant to leave.

"There must be a way to prolong life. As long as we intervene early, there must be a way..."

"Um……"

Zhu Ju muttered to himself, and his eyes changed, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Little Orange, what are you mumbling about?"

Ma Xiuying asked with some confusion.

"Nothing, nothing."

Zhu Ju scratched his head, stood up with a laugh, and walked to the easel.

The painter Song Yan had already painted his portrait and quietly fled. He had no right to listen to the emperor and his family's chat. If he accidentally heard some secrets, he might lose his head.

"Tsk, you know what, the painting is pretty good, worthy of being a court painter."

"However, it's still a bit too impressionistic and the details are not in place. I prefer realism."

Chinese painting pays more attention to artistic conception, and looks down on realistic painting methods that pay too much attention to details, and generally believes that they are too mechanical.

But for this kind of portrait, a realistic style is obviously more suitable.

"I'll see."

Ma Xiuying stood up and watched. After taking a few glances, she nodded repeatedly.

"Not bad, not bad. The painting is quite lifelike and has captured your spirit."

"You can tell at first glance that he is a lively and restless person."

Zhu Ju grinned.

"Stinky boy, tell me more about your elder brother."

Zhu Yuanzhang flipped through the imperial book, looking at the page about Zhu Biao, and pondered,
"I won't ask you any more questions. I'll just ask, will he be a good emperor in the future?"

Old Zhu had high hopes for Zhu Biao, and so far, Zhu Biao has never disappointed him.

But even so, he still wanted to hear Zhu Jucong's evaluation of Zhu Biao from his perspective.

"Brother is a rare talent, of course he will be a good emperor, and he will probably do a better job than dad!"

Zhu Ju responded without thinking.

However, he added another sentence in his heart:

As long as eldest brother can live long enough.

"Well, not bad, not bad. It's better if they are stronger than us. Only in this way can the national strength of our Ming Dynasty become stronger and stronger!"

Zhu Yuanzhang showed a look of satisfaction and nodded repeatedly. He didn't mind at all that he was outdone by Zhu Biao.

"What about your second brother? Give me your opinion too."

Old Zhu turned the jade book to the next page.

That was Zhu Chong's information.

"What a piece of shit."

Zhu Ju looked calm and uttered three words.

Zhu Yuanzhang: "..."

Ma Xiuying: “…”

……

"Ah sneeze!"

"Hiss...Ahhhh it hurts! Which son of a bitch is cursing me behind my back!"

Zhu Chong hugged his thigh, grimaced, and cursed non-stop.

He was covered in wounds, and any movement of his body would cause pulling of the wounds all over his body.

A small sneeze can make him suffer from extreme pain!

Da da!

A maid came in, bowed to Zhu Chong and said respectfully:
"Your Highness, the Third Prince, the Fourth Prince, and the Fifth Prince are here to visit you."

(End of this chapter)

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