Hongwu 15th year, May 7th day
Zhu Xiongying, the emperor's grandson, died at the age of eight.
As the saying goes, the youngest son and eldest grandson were the lifeblood of the old man. Zhu Yuanzhang, who was born in the grassroots, was naturally not immune to the secular world.
As Zhu Yuanzhang's most beloved grandson, he had suddenly passed away.
The entire palace could not help but become nervous.
The servant had already passed away and there was nothing he could do. It had been seven days since Zhu Xiongying's death. After the first seven days, it was already time for the funeral.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was originally hale and hearty, seemed to have aged ten years overnight. No one in the palace dared to tell this news to the terminally ill Empress Ma.
When the funeral ceremony was held, all the ministers wore white mourning clothes.
The monks and Taoists prayed in front of the coffin. Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were red. When he looked at the coffin, it was obvious that he was still reluctant to part with it.
"The monks have been found, the Taoist priests have been found, but have you called over all the lamas we asked you to find?”
An official from the Ministry of Rites looked at Zhu Yuanzhang in confusion and stammered,
" Your Majesty, this…this lama is a Tibetan monk. Yingtian doesn't have one. Moreover, he has already found a monk and Taoist priest. It's already in line with etiquette…"
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but fly into a rage when he heard this. He looked at the official in exasperation and roared,
"F * ck your mother's etiquette. I'm just asking you one question. How do you know which of these families is more powerful? If the imperial grandson is bullied, I'll let you go down and protect the imperial grandson. Hurry up and find the lama!”
Zhu Yuanzhang shouted and all the officials of the Ministry of Rites knelt down.
Obviously, Zhu Xiong Ying's sudden death had already made Zhu Yuanzhang's heart ache so much that no one dared to make a sound.
Finally, Zhu Biao ran over carefully and said to Zhu Yuanzhang,
"Father, Mother still doesn't know about Xiong Ying's matter. When that lama comes, it will cause a huge commotion. Let's start the funeral first.”
Hearing Zhu Biao's words, Zhu Yuanzhang sat down at the side.
Although Zhu Yuanzhang was heartbroken, he had already passed away. Now, Zhu Yuanzhang could only care about living.
Looking at the eight-year-old child lying in the coffin, Zhu Yuanzhang felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles.
"Ying 'er…Ying' er."
Zhu Yuanzhang's hand was firmly on the coffin as he gritted his teeth and looked at Zhu Xiongying who was lying in the coffin.
Zhu Biao's eyes were red as he pulled Zhu Yuanzhang aside.
The eunuchs immediately understood and slowly closed the vermilion coffin lid.
With a "Ka" sound, he was detained to death.
Then, the eunuchs hammered the coffin nails into the coffin.
Every strike of the hammer seemed to be pounding on Zhu Yuanzhang's heart.
"Our, our Ying 'er."
Zhu Biao reminded him in a low voice.
"Father, it's time…"
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At this moment, Zhu Xiong Ying opened his eyes in confusion as the coffin nail was nailed into the coffin.
When Zhu Xiongying opened his eyes, he saw nothing but darkness.
"Is this ghost pressure?"
"That's not right. I can move. Am I blind?”
"Oh no, are you really blind?”
Zhu Xiongying was deep in thought when suddenly, countless memory fragments surged into his mind.
Then, the memories began to merge. After the memories merged, Zhu Xiongying looked at the pitch-black scene in front of him and suddenly understood.
This wasn't a ghost pressing on the bed, nor was it blindness.
He was going to be f * cking buried alive!
Zhu Xiongying, who had just transmigrated, felt as if ten thousand horses were galloping in his heart!
I'm not completely dead yet! Don't bury him! Leave me a way to vent my anger!
I'm a time-traveling annual membership, not a time-traveling experience card! There was still a long time!
At this moment, a system notification sounded in Zhu Xiongying's mind.
Ding! Super Troublemaker National Fate System, binding successful!
As long as the host does something and improves the fate of the Great Ming Dynasty, you will receive generous rewards!
This time, Zhu Xiongying was even more excited.
I'm already bound to the system. I'm here to enjoy life. If I'm buried alive, what's the use of this system?
Thinking of this, Zhu Xiongying was completely spartan.
Fortunately, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care about his children and grandchildren at all. The coffin was big enough. Otherwise, it would have caused a commotion.
It was estimated that those who were not Bruce Lee or had practiced the Inch Punch would not be able to do it.
In his panic, Zhu Xiongying didn't care about grabbing anything. He picked up a few things and threw them at the coffin in front of him.
Zhu Xiongying could clearly feel that he was being lifted up. If he didn't make some noise, he would really become a transmigration experience card!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Zhu Xiongying's coffin was naturally unusual.
There were a total of sixty-four people carrying the coffin.
After hearing the commotion, a younger guard asked softly,
" Big Brother, why do I feel like there's movement in this coffin…"
"What's going on? Carry your coffin properly! If something goes wrong, your entire family doesn't even have to prepare for the funeral.”
Nonsense, at this juncture, if anything went wrong, the entire family would be gone. Who would prepare for the funeral?
Zhu Yuanzhang would never have thought that in order to send his beloved grandson on his last journey, he almost killed his precious eldest grandson.
Zhu Xiongying, who was in the coffin, used his last bit of strength and slammed the thing in his hand on the coffin.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound was heard by everyone around the coffin.
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