When the emperor comes to modern times, history collapses!

Chapter 7 Could the Emperor be our eldest grandson?

Zhu Biao looked curiously at the person in front of him who was a few years younger than him.

A man with a buzz cut and strange clothes.

I couldn't help but ask, "Are you really from hundreds of years later?"

Zhu Ming also looked at him curiously, the most stable crown prince in the legend.

She is obviously only in her twenties.

Looks like middle-aged!
His face was full of exhaustion.

The dark circles under my eyes are similar to those of a giant panda.

"Brother Zhu, I've heard a lot about you. The last time I saw you was at your tomb! I didn't expect you to be much more handsome in person than in your portrait!"

The corner of Zhu Biao's mouth twitched.

I thought to myself, it’s a good thing it was me who met you. If it was someone else, you would get beaten for saying that.

Without making a sound, he pulled his hand back.

Zhu Biao's heart tightened. Could the man in front of him be a homosexual?

The palace etiquette was left to Zhu Biao. It was not common for men to shake hands when they met.

Under the explanation of Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma.

Zhu Biao finally believed it!
"So, I will die in twelve years?"

"If history had not changed, Brother Zhu would indeed have died of illness twelve years later!"

Old Zhu stood up immediately and shouted, "Don't worry, Biao'er, I won't let you die. Even if I have to sacrifice my own life, I won't let you die so early! From today on, I will let the imperial physician live in your East Palace and check on you every day! Morning, noon and night!"

"Father, there are still twelve years left. We can talk about it then. Right now, I am so busy that I don't have time to check my body!"

Empress Ma took Zhu Biao's hand and said, "My son, listen to your father!"

Old Zhu turned to look at Zhu Ming who was standing beside him: "You said Biao'er died of illness. What was the illness?"

"According to records, he caught a cold!"

"Wind chill?"

Old Zhu was a little confused.

This disease can kill people, but can it kill the prince?

Are you kidding? Do you really think the imperial physician is just a decoration?
Empress Ma was also a little surprised: "Young Master, are you sure it's because of the cold? Chongba also caught the cold, but nothing unexpected happened?"

"People's physiques are different!"

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head: "Impossible, when I was young, I only ate once every three days, and Biao'er eats three meals a day, how could his physique be worse than ours!"

"Forget it, I'll let Baidu explain it to you later!"

"There is another saying that he died of exhaustion, from overwork to illness, and eventually passed away."

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned: "Who is so bold as to make the prince overwork? Tell me, I will kill him right now!"

"This person is you, Lao Zhu!"

Hearing that Zhu Biao's death was also due to his own reasons, Old Zhu was angry: "Impossible, how could I harm Biao, you explain it to me clearly!"

“It is said that you, Old Zhu, made the Crown Prince handle a lot of government affairs every day in order to train him!

It just so happens that the prince's ideas are somewhat different from yours, Old Zhu.

Never listen to the prince's advice!

Government affairs are endless and the mood is still not smooth.

The prince became ill from overwork!

Looking at the prince's current appearance, I feel that it is very possible!

The dark circles under my eyes are more serious than when I stay up late to watch videos every day!"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhu sat down on the soft couch.

"Is it really because of us that Biaoer left so early?"

Empress Ma pinched Old Zhu fiercely and said, "Chongba, if you dare to make my Biao'er suffer, believe it or not, my mother and I will leave the palace immediately. It doesn't matter if you are not the crown prince! What a bullshit throne, my mother and I don't care!"

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't be tough with Empress Ma.

"Sister, we were wrong. Don't worry, we will definitely change in the future. Now, Biao'er, send all the memorials in your hands back to the Imperial Study, and don't worry about Hu Weiyong's case!"

I have become accustomed to seeing life and death in recent times.

Zhu Biao didn't care much about his own life span.

Just let Lao Zhu handle it all.

Zhu Biao felt something was wrong and frowned, "How does your father plan to deal with the officials involved?"

"Humph, what else can I do? Of course I will kill them all! They are forming cliques for personal gain, engaging in corruption, and even plotting rebellion. How can I let them go?"

An astonishing murderous intent emanated from Old Zhu!
"Your Majesty, this cannot be done. There are tens of thousands of people here. How can we kill them all? Some of the officials are just acquaintances. We even had a meal together more than ten years ago. Yet they are being killed. This is simply ridiculous! In this case, wouldn't all the officials in our Ming Dynasty be in danger? How could they have the mind to handle government affairs!" Zhu Biao retorted harshly.

"Whoever dares to fish in troubled waters, I will continue to kill until they dare not do so!" "Father, you are a tyrant!"

"Tyrant? My Ming Dynasty has been destroyed in less than 300 years. It must be the credit of these officials! Let alone 10,000, even if there were 100,000, I would dare to kill them!"

"It's ridiculous!" Zhu Biao stood up and slammed the table to express his dissatisfaction.

"Wait, what did father just say? My Ming Dynasty will be gone in less than three hundred years?" Zhu Biao was very surprised.

"Humph!"

Zhu Biao suddenly thought of Zhu Ming.

Since the other party comes from hundreds of years later.

Then he must know something about the Ming Dynasty.

"Is what Father said true? Did the Ming Dynasty really fall in less than three hundred years?"

Zhu Ming held up his thermos cup: "It seems to be 276 years, 16 emperors, the last emperor was hanged on Coal Hill, and the Ming Dynasty fell!"

Old Zhu snorted coldly: "Humph, look at your good descendant, he couldn't even defend the Ming Dynasty, and finally hanged himself. Why didn't he dare to fight the rebels and die on the battlefield!"

Zhu Biao felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

"No, according to history, I died as a crown prince and never became an emperor. You can't blame me for that!"

Old Zhu was also stunned. Yes, Biaoer died early.

Did not become emperor.

Are we passing the throne to the second brother?

"Boy, tell us who the next emperor will be!"

Without waiting for Zhu Ming to answer.

A cute little kid ran in.

"Grandpa Huang, Grandma Huang, your grandson misses you so much!"

The childish voice eased the atmosphere in the room a lot.

"Haha, it's our eldest grandson Xiongying who is here. Come and let Grandpa Huang hug him!"

They are indeed close relatives of different generations.

He was furious just now, but immediately became kind and gentle.

"Xiongying, have you studied hard these days? Have you finished the lessons the teacher taught you?"

"Yes, it's all done. Grandpa Emperor, I heard that you went out to play outside the palace. Did you bring back any delicious food?"

Old Zhu looked a little embarrassed.

In the past, when I left the palace, I would bring some delicious food for my eldest grandson.

This time, when I heard that the Ming Dynasty was gone and Biao'er was dead!

How could I have thought of this!

Old Zhu couldn't help but look at Zhu Ming, it's all your fault!

Zhu Xiongying misunderstood.

I thought the delicious food was on Zhu Ming.

Jumped down from Lao Zhu's arms.

He walked up to Zhu Ming and looked at him curiously.

Zhu Ming's outfit was really out of place in the Ming Dynasty: "Are you a foreigner or a monk?"

"I am an authentic Han Chinese. Call me uncle. I will give you delicious food!"

Zhu Xiongying tilted his head: "Aren't you afraid of being beaten with a stick? I called a guard uncle before, and that guard uncle was beaten with a stick!"

"Don't worry, your grandfather can't beat me!"

Old Zhu narrowed his eyes slightly. This kid is so disrespectful. He has to bear with it for now!
In front of Old Zhu, Zhu Ming has always been neither humble nor arrogant.

Once it comes up it becomes soft.

He will definitely be caught later!

The key is that you can go back anytime.

"uncle!"

"Okay, wait, uncle will get you something delicious!"

Zhu Ming went out, and Old Zhu looked at Zhu Xiongying with anticipation.

This is my great grandson.

A flash of lightning flashed through my mind. If Biao'er is gone, I will definitely pass the throne to my eldest grandson!
Doesn’t that mean that the emperor who hanged himself is the descendant of the eldest grandson!

(End of this chapter)