Ming Dynasty: A centenarian madman criticizes the Grand Secretary and brings his coffin to court!

In the celestial display.

The "cross-time domestic violence" incident in the thirty-fifth year of the Hongwu reign has just ended.

The middle-aged version of Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di, with a face swollen like a pig's head from being slapped with a shoe sole, is kneeling on the ground, sniffling as he massages his father Zhu Yuanzhang's legs.

He looked incredibly disheveled.

Where is even a trace of the majesty of the First Emperor of All Time?

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the steps of the Golden Palace, toying with the pair of cloth shoes that had earned him "illustrious military exploits".

Looking at his most promising son, who was also the most troublesome to him.

Sudden.

Old Zhu asked a question that had been in his heart for a long time, and also in the hearts of people all over the world for a long time.

"Fourth brother."

Zhu Yuanzhang pointed to Gu Canghai (Hongwu version), who was leaning against a pillar and playing with the imperial seal (actually using it as a walnut plate).

"you say……"

"That crazy guy Gu."

"He held military power, the secret police, and even the Nine Bestowments."

"He holds half of the Ming Dynasty in his hands."

"If he wanted to rebel, it would be as simple as stretching."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes became deep and sharp:

Why doesn't he rebel?

Why doesn't he sit on the dragon throne himself?

"Don't talk to us about loyalty to the emperor and patriotism; those two words don't even exist in this old man's dictionary!"

This problem has arisen.

The air inside the Fengtian Hall fell silent instantly.

Yes.

Why?

If anyone held such immense power and faced with the supreme throne, could they resist sitting on it?

Zhao Kuangyin couldn't resist.

Yang Jian couldn't help himself.

Sima Yan couldn't resist either.

Why should Gu Canghai be able to tolerate it?

Hearing his father's question.

Zhu Di stopped massaging his legs.

He touched his swollen cheeks and a smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on his face.

"father……"

"I asked him that same question back then."

"And I've asked that more than once."

"Guess..."

"What did he say?"

Zhu Yuanzhang raised an eyebrow: "What did he say? Did he say he was indifferent to fame and fortune?"

"Indifference my foot!"

Zhu Di slapped his thigh:

He said—

"Being an emperor? Is that something a human being can do?!"

"That's for dogs!"

"Huh?!" Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned.

Zhu Di, mimicking Gu Canghai's lazy, smug tone, vividly imitated him:

"At that time, the master was lying in a grand chair, being fed grapes, and said to his son:"

"Your Highness, are you stupid?"

"What's so great about being an emperor?"

"Getting up earlier than the chickens and going to bed later than the dogs every day!"

"My hands cramped from reviewing memorials, and I felt like throwing up from looking at the ministers!"

"Three thousand beauties in the harem? That's just to use you as a stud!"

"The worst part is that you have to be on guard against people poisoning you every day, and you can't even enjoy a hot meal in peace!"

Zhu Di couldn't help but laugh as he recounted this:

"The master said, 'Let whoever wants to do this kind of hard work do it!'"

"He's definitely not going to do it!"

"He wants to be..."

Zhu Di pointed to the top of his head, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes:

"Yes—the emperor's ancestor!"

"The emperor's...ancestor?" Zhu Yuanzhang's lips twitched.

"right!"

Zhu Di nodded:

"The master said so."

"Being an emperor yourself means working yourself to the bone and still getting scolded."

"But it's a different story when you're the ancestor of an emperor!"

"When I'm in a better mood, I'll offer some advice to the emperor."

"When you're in a bad mood, you might slap the emperor's butt with a coffin lid!"

"Whoever becomes emperor has to listen to him, appease him, and provide for him in his old age and until his death!"

"How awesome is that?"

"This is the kind of life a human being should live!"

boom!!!

These words were truly a wake-up call!

They completely deconstructed the word "power"!

So that's how Gu Canghai saw it.

That throne that everyone dreams of is actually a 996 blessed job!

And he.

All I want is to be a super shareholder who holds a whip in his hand and can lash out at the boss at any time!

"this……"

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned.

He touched his bald head and looked at his calloused hands.

Suddenly I feel...

"What this old man said... actually makes a bit of a difference, doesn't it?"

"Haven't we just worked ourselves to the bone our whole lives?"

"So while we're working ourselves to the bone up here, he's just sitting down there eating sunflower seeds and watching the show?"

"That sixth brother!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

Because he knew.

This is just an excuse from Gu Canghai.

It was just a lie he made up to hide his true feelings—a load of madness!

"Fourth brother."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Di with burning eyes:

"Isn't this just one aspect?"

"Given Gu Fengzi's personality, if he really wanted to be lazy, he would have gone to the deep mountains and forests to cultivate immortality long ago."

"Why stay in the imperial court, fighting with those civil officials and risking your life against those barbarians?"

"He must have another reason!"

Zhu Di remained silent.

He slowly wiped the playful smile off his face.

His gaze became serious, even slightly... moist.

"father……"

"You guessed right."

"Sir, he..."

Zhu Di turned his head and looked at the younger version of Gu Canghai who had been silently watching them without saying a word.

His voice was choked with emotion:

"The gentleman was drunk that day."

He took my hand and told me something from the bottom of his heart.

He said…

"He did not usurp the throne not because he dared not, nor because he did not want to."

"But because..."

He made a promise to someone.

"I promised one..."

Zhu Di paused, seemingly hesitant about whether to utter the adjective.

But after glancing at the shoes in his father's hand, he steeled himself and spoke anyway:

"I promised one thing—a shoehorn-shaped face!"

"I promised one person—a stingy old man who's practically a mango spirit!"

"We must help him..."

"Protect this family business!"

"Defend this land of the Han people!"

Even if that shoehorn-faced man is dead, even if that old miser is gone.

"But what Gu Canghai said..."

"A promise is a promise!"

"As long as Gu Canghai is alive!"

"This dragon throne of the Ming Dynasty can only belong to the Zhu family!"

"Anyone who dares to touch this chair, he'll—kill their entire family!!!"

Rumble—!!!

This sentence.

It was like a thunderbolt that struck Zhu Yuanzhang hard in the heart!

It shattered his hard, imperial shell!

The one inside was revealed...

Soft, burning hot—that belongs to Zhu Chongba's heart!

"Shoehorn face..."

"Mango spirit..."

"So stingy..."

Zhu Yuanzhang muttered to himself, repeating these extremely unpleasant and disrespectful titles.

but.

His tears fell like beads from a broken string.

It fell down with a clatter!

It smashed against the gold brick and shattered into pieces!

"Waaaaah..."

This was the Hongwu Emperor, a ruthless killer with a heart of stone.

now.

He did it in front of his son, in front of the whole world.

She cried like a child!

"Gu Canghai!"

"You old bastard!"

"Who are you calling a shoehorn face? Who are you calling a mango spirit?"

"Am I really that ugly?"

Zhu Yuanzhang cursed and cried at the same time, wiping away his tears with his sleeve.

"You old dog..."

"She has no sense of propriety when it comes to her words..."

"But my heart is purer than anyone else's!"

"More open and honest than anyone else!"

"In this lifetime..."

"Having a brother like you..."

"It was worth it!"

"It was totally worth it!"

Zhu Biao, standing to the side, was also sobbing uncontrollably.

He finally understood.

Why did Father Emperor indulge Grand Tutor Gu so much? Why did Fourth Brother respect Grand Tutor Gu so much?

because.

In this power struggle filled with deceit and bloodshed.

Gu Canghai.

He is the only one who values ​​"loyalty and righteousness" more than anything else!

He was a madman in the Ming Dynasty.

He is also the guardian deity of the Ming Dynasty!

The Zhengtong Dynasty.

Outside Deshengmen.

Gu Canghai lay in the coffin, listening to Zhu Di's retelling from the sky and Zhu Yuanzhang's weeping and cursing.

He didn't laugh.

He didn't say anything.

He simply took out the somewhat shrunken wine flask from his pocket.

Tilt your head back.

He took a big gulp of strong liquor!

"Cough cough cough—!"

The spicy liquor flowed down his throat, cutting into his heart and lungs like a knife.

"Zhongba..."

Gu Canghai wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth and looked at the gray sky:

"You old fool, what are you crying about?"

"Did I think you were ugly?"

"I was afraid you'd forgotten our promise from back then!"

"You said you wanted to build a Ming Dynasty without corrupt officials and without famine."

"I believe it."

"I'm handing over all my flesh, over a hundred pounds, to you."

"Now……"

Gu Canghai's gaze pierced through the smoke of the battlefield and looked northward.

There.

The Oirat cavalry is approaching.

The Ming Dynasty's empire is crumbling.

"You're gone."

"The fourth brother is gone too."

"But this Ming Dynasty..."

"I'll have to keep watch for you guys!"

"Who told me to..."

"Have you boarded the Zhu family's pirate ship?"

Gu Canghai suddenly smashed the wine pot on the ground!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound!

He stood up from the coffin!

The once cynical, rambling old man is gone.

Instead.

It is an ancient beast, yet still possessing sharp fangs—a guardian beast of the nation!

"My lords!"

Gu Canghai raised his double axes and addressed the million-strong army behind him with a final mobilization speech:

"Listen up, all of you!"

"This battle!"

"Not just for yourselves!"

"Also for—"

"For that shoehorn-faced guy watching us from heaven!"

"Don't let him look down on us!"

"Don't let him think that the bloodline of our Great Ming Dynasty is extinct!"

"Give it to me—"

"kill!!!"

"Kill all those bastards who want to steal our family business!!!"

"kill--!!!"

The roar was deafening!

A murderous aura filled the air!

At this moment, the fate of the Ming Dynasty burned to its zenith!