Ming Dynasty: When Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the dishes, he cried Zhu Biao in the pit.
2 A…a corpse?

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Zhu Yuanzhang, who was riding on his horse, was obviously stunned. The sixty-four people carrying the coffin stopped at the same time.

This proved that Zhu Yuanzhang was not hallucinating.

However, no one dared to speak. After a moment of silence, the sixty-four people could only brace themselves and continue to move forward.

Zhu Yuanzhang finally came back to his senses as he watched the team continue to move forward.

Zhu Yuanzhang jumped down from his horse.

He snatched a musket from the hands of a Divine Arms soldier.

He pointed the muzzle of the musket at the sky and immediately lit the fire rope.

The sound of an explosion reverberated in the crowd.

"Are you all deaf? Put down the coffin!"

Zhu Biao, who was far away, did not hear the voice just now. He immediately ran over to stop Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Father, Ying 'er has already passed away. Before he is buried, the coffin cannot fall to the ground.”

Zhu Yuanzhang flew into a rage when he heard this. When he thought that his precious grandson might be buried alive, Zhu Yuanzhang, who had spent half his life in the military, could not hold it in anymore.

"Damn it, this is your son, your biological son! Get lost!"

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't bother to explain to the others and directly knocked Zhu Biao over.

The people who carried the coffin just now naturally heard the commotion just now.

Naturally, they cooperated and placed the coffin on the ground.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was eager to save his grandson, did not bother to call for others. He took out a steel knife from the waist of a guard and rushed towards the coffin.

Zhu Biao, who was thrown to the ground by Zhu Yuanzhang, was still trying to persuade him.

"Father…"

However, Zhu Yuanzhang was clearly not going to listen to anything.

One slash!

Two slashes!

Three slashes!

As the knife slashed onto the coffin.

A ray of sunlight finally shone into Zhu Xiong Ying's coffin.

Looking at Zhu Xiongying in the coffin, Zhu Yuanzhang felt his blood rush to his head.

"Ying 'er, don't be afraid! Imperial Grandfather is here to save you!"

After saying that, Zhu Yuanzhang brandished the steel knife in his hand even faster.

Wood shavings kept flying. In the end, Zhu Yuanzhang was afraid that he would hurt Zhu Xiongying, so he simply threw the steel knife in his hand to the side.

He used his hands to tear apart the coffin made of golden thread Phoebe wood.

Dark red blood dyed the golden thread Phoebe Wood red.

With a crack, a terrifying hole appeared in the coffin.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhu Yuanzhang carried Zhu Xiongying out of the coffin.

When the officials who were accompanying him saw Zhu Xiongying greedily breathing in the fresh air, they were completely stunned.

Especially the doctors in the Imperial Academy of Medicine.

They immediately knelt on the ground in unison.

"We deserve to die!"

The dozen or so imperial physicians who were the leaders of the Imperial Academy of Medicine knelt on the ground, trembling.

Zhu Xiongying was killed by him, and Zhu Yuanzhang not letting them be buried with him was already a great favor from the emperor.

Now that such a big mistake had been made, no one dared to think about their own ending.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze could already kill.

Zhu Biao scrambled to the side of the coffin and looked at Zhu Xiongying in disbelief.

"Ying 'er, are you alright?"

Zhu Xiongying looked at Zhu Biao with disdain.

He had knocked so many times, but this father did not hear a single sound!

If Zhu Yuanzhang hadn't been so decisive, he might have really become a transmigration experience card today.

Just as he was thinking about this, an electronic notification suddenly sounded in Zhu Xiongying's mind.

[Novice mission, please make your irresponsible father, Zhu Biao, cry!]

After understanding the mission, Zhu Xiong Ying was secretly delighted.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang personally carried Zhu Xiongying and jumped down from the coffin.

Then, he looked at the broken coffin in front of him with disdain and immediately kicked it hard.

"Drag this broken thing down and burn it!”

"Yes!"

At this moment, Zhu Xiongying, who was in Zhu Yuanzhang's arms, suddenly looked at him and whispered,

"Royal Grandfather…Hungry…"

Zhu Yuanzhang was overjoyed when he heard this. As long as a seriously ill person could still eat, he would definitely be fine.

How could Zhu Yuanzhang not be happy when he heard his precious eldest grandson say that he was hungry?

Zhu Yuanzhang immediately shouted to the people behind him,

"Erhu, Erhu, immediately ride a horse back to the palace and ask the imperial kitchen to prepare Ying 'er's favorite dishes. We'll bring Ying' er back to the palace now.”

"Yes!"

The Embroidered Uniform Guard named Er Hu immediately mounted his horse and ran in the direction of the palace.

His precious eldest grandson was back.

Zhu Yuanzhang was naturally overjoyed. He immediately left the funeral procession behind and brought Zhu Xiong Ying onto the carriage.

Even Zhu Biao couldn't get into the car and return to the palace with Zhu Yuanzhang.

They could only follow behind the carriage and eat the dust.

In the Eastern Palace.

Er Hu rode his horse back to the Eastern Palace.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the Eastern Palace, Xiao Hu pulled down the "Dian" lantern hanging high outside the Eastern Palace.

The Crown Princess, Lady Lu, happened to be going to the Inner Palace.

Seeing this scene, he could not help but feel angry.

If it was in the past, Lady Lu would not dare to shout at Er Hu even if she was beaten to death.

But now that Zhu Xiongying was dead, his son Zhu Yunwen was the well-deserved grandson of the emperor, the heir to the throne. Naturally, the mother was honored by her son.

Seeing this, Madam Lu could not help but reprimand,

"Xiao Hu! How dare you? The grand grandson has just passed away and the funeral procession hasn't returned yet. How dare you come to the Eastern Palace to cause trouble?”

Erhu didn't hesitate and blurted out,

"Taisun will return to the palace in a while. The imperial kitchen has already gone to prepare the dishes.”

When Lady Lu heard this, it was as if she had heard a bolt from the blue, and she immediately stood rooted to the ground.

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