"Imperial Concubine, I beg of you, I beg of you to allocate the full amount of charcoal to Jingren Palace. My mother's body is getting weaker and weaker. Without charcoal, she might not be able to survive this winter.”
"You son of a man, are you saying that bengong is a dignified imperial noble consort and embezzled your mother's charcoal? How dare you slander this prince! Someone throw this son of the capital out for this prince!”
In a sharp and cold voice, a foot was placed on Zhu Changluo's shoulder.
Then, a few eunuchs rushed up with bared fangs and brandished claws. They did not care about his identity as the Eldest Prince at all. They carried him out and threw him outside the palace gate.
Creak.
Zhu Changluo fell into the snow and watched as the gorgeous purple door slowly closed with a bitter sound.
" Despicable people like weeds..." A scornful and mocking voice could be heard from the door that was closing.
Ah!
Crimson Flame had nowhere to vent his anger. Zhu Changluo looked at the cold closed palace door and shouted.
The sharp pain in his head woke Zhu Changluo up. He noticed that he was not outside the palace gate, but in a dark hall.
"Luo 'er, Luo' er, what's wrong? Don't scare me.”A nervous voice rang out, and Zhu Changluo finally noticed that he was sitting by the bed.
The woman's eyes did not seem to be good. She narrowed her eyes and did not seem to be able to see him at a close distance. She rubbed her hands together to look for him.
His head was throbbing with pain again.
The woman had already grabbed him and reached out to touch his cold sweat-covered face. She asked nervously,"You're sweating so much. Quickly wipe it off, quickly wipe it off. Mother is cold here, don't catch a cold again.”
Mother!
At this moment, Zhu Changluo also understood his situation from the memories that surged into his mind.
He had transmigrated.
He traveled to the twenty-third year of Wanli and became Zhu Changluo, the eldest son of Zhu Yijun, who was not liked in history.
The woman in front of him was his mother.
Everything in the dream was real.
Zhu Changluo had been humiliated in the Imperial Noble Consort Zheng's palace. He had been attacked by anger and cold evil. His body was weak to begin with, so he died of illness.
During this period, the Emperor was busy bickering with his ministers over the candidate for the Crown Prince.
The imperial physician was afraid of offending Madam Zheng. Even though his mother had taken out the only valuable thing she had on her several times to win over the uncaring eunuchs and palace maids to invite the imperial physician, the imperial physician knew it but did not dare to come and treat Zhu Changluo.
That was why he was able to occupy this body.
"Luo 'er, don't bother about me in the future. It's all because I'm useless. Don't bother about me. If they torture me, I'll be satisfied and won't make things too difficult for you. As long as you can live, I'm willing to do anything.”
Even though he had nothing to do with this woman in front of him in terms of soul.
However, when he heard these words and felt the rough and warmth of his mother's frozen and cracked palm, he could not help but feel his nose and eyes ache.
"Mother!"
Zhu Changluo's voice was trembling as he sobbed. This call of 'mother' was a sign that he had acknowledged this mother from the bottom of his heart.
It was also for the original Zhu Changluo!
He was originally an orphan, but in this life, the woman in front of him who had always maintained the most respectable side of motherhood was his mother!
"Mother, listen to this child, listen to this child.”
"I might not be able to come and see you for a long time. I still have some savings on me.”Zhu Changluo struggled with his burning and weak body and took a bag from his waist.
There were some silver coins inside.
Zhu Changluo had originally saved all of these for himself.
It was meant to be given to his mother, who had been banished to the cold palace.
"Mother, you must wait for your son to come and receive you in glory. In a year or two, or three to five years, your son will make sure that no one in the palace dares to bully mother!”
Zhu Changluo struggled to get off the bed and fell to his knees, kowtowing heavily.
When he kowtowed, he noticed that his mother's eyes were already blinded by tears, but there was a gratified smile on her lips.
He could understand what his mother was thinking.
His mother must have thought that he had heard her exhortation.
On one hand, his son had finally grown up and understood that in this cold and heartless palace, he had to be heartless.
On the other hand, they were mother and son after all. She had finally taught her son how to protect himself, and her son had also learned how to do so. However, her son was about to leave her.
Zhu Changluo could no longer control the tears in his eyes.
He struggled to stand up with his weak body. With tears streaming down his face, he personally draped the winter coat that he had been wearing for two years on his mother.
Her tears fell on her trembling hands and onto the cold ground.
Creak.
The door opened and Zhu Changluo came out with tears in his eyes. He turned around and bent over, closing the door gently.
As the door gradually closed, he saw his mother sitting by the bed. She was suppressing the heart-wrenching pain that wanted to cry out loud, and her entire body trembled as she cried silently.
The corners of her lips were still smiling as she waved her hand, as if telling him to leave quickly and not to worry about his mother.
Crack!
The door finally closed.
When Zhu Changluo turned around again, his face was covered in tears, and his eyes were as cold as the snow outside.
He was wearing a thin cotton coat, ignoring the burning heat of his body.
He took a step.
Chong 'er is safe outside!
Zhu Changluo, who had ulterior motives, could not be trusted either. What they wanted was an obedient Emperor.
Emperor Jiajing was almost strangled to death by the palace maids.
And the original owner of this body was the emperor with the shortest life in the history of Ming Dynasty. He died on a red pill.
Moreover, Da Ming was at the crossroads of history.
Whether it was to save himself or to be a true emperor with power, he needed a knife in his hand!
Military power!
However, after the Tumu Castle Incident, the officials of the Ming Dynasty began to confine the Emperor in the Imperial City. Zhu Changluo did not want to judge how much of it was loyal to the Emperor and how much of it was suppressed by the selfish desires of the officials.
He had to do what he had decided.
And leaving the palace was his only chance to take control of the army!
"Since we are leaving this place, we might as well go all out. There are a few things that we have to do before we leave!”
He wanted revenge!
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