Ming Dynasty: Regrets about the Jingnan Rebellion? I changed it in a dream!

Chapter 26 Emperor Yongle?

At this moment, another middle-aged man with a murderous aura pushed the door open.

The elegant man had a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

Ximei could sense that the two middle-aged men in front of her seemed to have a good relationship, but they also had conflicts.

"Why did you get in?"

The middle-aged man, filled with murderous intent, looked at Ximei in his store, and then said respectfully.

"I am afraid that you are in danger, so I am afraid that you are in danger."

"I am patrolling my own world. What danger is there?"

"You'd better take care of yourself. Next time, I won't protect you anymore."

After saying that, he passed by the middle-aged man who was full of murderous intent and pushed the door open and walked out.

He followed closely.

Ximei just looked at the two strange people.

After this incident, no customers came to the store.

Following Zhuang Mu's instructions, she carefully went upstairs and began to clean the room on the second floor which was full of debris.

Perhaps because I had never worked in the utility room before, I spent an afternoon cleaning but still couldn't clear it out.

This store sells alcohol, and most of the items inside are wine barrels and some old furniture.

Maybe it's because it's been in the utility room for too long.

This resulted in the bedding being covered in dust, but she didn't mind it.

But you have to find a place to sleep.

The pub was filled with tables and chairs, and the floor was very cold to sleep on. If the coal could continue to burn, we could probably get through the night.

However, she did not find where the coal was stored.

Without a stove, sleeping on the floor could easily lead to health problems.

Finally, after thinking it over again and again, Ximei knocked on Zhuang Mu's door.

"Hello?"

I called softly, but got no response from Zhuang Mu.

It was already late in the day and the sun had already set, but there was still some afterglow to illuminate.

She could still see clearly.

Seeing that Zhuang Mu did not respond, Ximei pushed open the door and saw Zhuang Mu lying on the bed.

His breathing became even and his hands were tucked under the covers.

"Well, I really can't find anywhere to sleep. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Ximei lowered her head and asked cautiously.

She just stood there stupidly, waiting for Zhuang Mu's response.

He just stood at the door, holding the quilt and lowering his head.

Until the sky completely lost its light, the moon hung high in the sky, emitting faint moonlight.

It was really cold, so Ximei spoke carefully again and in a very low voice.

"Just this once... is that not possible?"

Ximei looked up and glanced at Zhuang Mu, and then she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"This is?"

There was a lot of mist floating around Zhuang Mu, which looked like the starry sky.

Surrounding Zhuang Mu and wrapping Zhuang Mu.

It was as if Zhuang Mu was now in the starry sky.

She had never seen the starry sky so closely before.

Ximei quickly said: "If you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent."

After saying that, Ximei closed her eyes and walked into the starry sky mist.

Then she carefully lay down next to Zhuang Mu. Fortunately, the bed was large enough to accommodate two people.

……

The next day.

When Zhuang Mu woke up, the sun was already high in the sky, and it was almost noon.

Sure enough, there were still too few guests.

It is not enough to consume enough dream energy to keep oneself awake for a certain period of time.

Of course, if he could abandon some of his moral conscience.

In fact, the problem of sleepiness can be solved well.

There are no restrictions on customers who come to buy alcohol, even two glasses a day are allowed, allowing them to immerse themselves in dreams.

But the price of this is that the customers who come to buy wine, as they enter dreams more and more often and stay in the dream world for longer and longer, begin to be unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.

If the brain does not get rest, it will crash.

Going crazy is a relatively good outcome. If it is worse, you will probably die directly, and both reality and dreams will be shattered.

Zhuang Mu put on his clothes as usual and went downstairs.

I yawned and prepared to make some food.

But I saw a busy figure in the kitchen.

The tavern was also cleaned very cleanly and tidy, even the glass cups that he had to wipe every day were wiped.

This made Zhuang Mu not know what to do for a moment.

"Master Zhuang, you are awake. I just cooked some rice porridge. Eat it while it is hot."

Before Zhuang Mu could react, a bowl of cooked rice porridge appeared in his hands.

It had no taste, so I just added a little salt.

"Oh, by the way, did you have any guests yesterday?"

Ximei nodded when she heard that.

"Have."

"This guy is a bit strange. He came up to me and asked me if I recognized the clothes he was wearing."

Zhuang Mu was a little surprised when he heard this?
Why are there still people asking this kind of question?

"And what was he wearing?"

Ximei recalled what happened yesterday and spoke.

"He seemed to be wearing yellow clothes with strange patterns embroidered on them."

Zhuang Mu was stunned.

Yellow clothes...yellow robe?
Weird pattern...dragon and phoenix pattern?
Could it be Emperor Yongle?
"How old is this person? Can you tell?"

"Well... probably in his fifties, his hair is all grey."

Gray hair, over fifty? Wearing a yellow dragon robe, he really does look like the Yongle Emperor.

Zhu Di seems to be only in his fifties this year.

But why did Emperor Yongle come to me for no reason?
You know, Zhu Di wanted to prove that he was better than Zhu Yunwen.

Many times I like to imitate Zhu Yuanzhang.

Working hours too.

Morning, noon, evening and even sleeping time are not spared.

It’s a pity that Zhu Di’s energy was ultimately no match for Zhu Yuanzhang’s.

The cabinet was established to assist in handling state affairs, and part of the power was transferred to the crown prince Zhu Gaochi.

"Could it really be Emperor Yongle?"

Zhuang Mu muttered to himself.

After the Han Dynasty, yellow robes with dragons and phoenixes were something only the emperor could wear.

Ordinary people, even the powerful and wealthy, dare not touch it. If they do, and are exposed, the whole family will be in trouble.

At this time, Ximei added: "He said he would come again today and asked us not to close so early."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bell hanging on the door rang.

Zhuang Mu was a little surprised.

Say Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived?

Looking towards the door, Zhuang Mu realized that the person coming was not the emperor in the yellow robe.

Just an old monk.

"Old monk, you are really punctual."

The old monk basically always comes to his place on time.

Regardless of wind and snow, and without a watch, it can still be so punctual.

It is also very rare.

He goes to bed and wakes up at fixed times every day.

The old monk would basically push the door open and come in after he woke up. This had been the case for the past few days.

"Hahaha, from the look of you, it seems like you don't welcome me at all."

Yao Guangxiao brushed the snow off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the door.

When the old monk sat in front of him.

Zhuang Mu then muttered softly.

"Didn't I fall asleep yesterday? Ximei said that a man in a yellow dragon robe came here."

(End of this chapter)