"The interpretation of the painting, the heavy eight will open by itself!"
Eight short words.
But now, it was like a bolt from the blue, smashing into the minds of the three of them.
The old man was the first to react.
He was stunned.
His line of sight stopped at the two words "Chongba"!
Zhu Chongba.
It was his name from a long time ago.
There were no special characteristics or meanings.
It was just the eighth child of an ordinary old farmer's family!
Until the overthrow of Northern Yuan.
To establish Great Ming!
For so many years, there was only one person who could call this name.
But…
Ever since the 15th year of Hongwu, it had never happened again.
But now.
He was on these eight words again.
He saw these two words!
"Explain the meaning of the paintings. Father, are you asking us to unravel the secrets of these paintings?”
At this moment.
Zhu Biao asked with red eyes.
"One, two, three…Mother's portrait is the eighth one.”
"Also, Imperial Father, your name is…Chong Ba!”
"Painting Comprehension!"
Zhu Biao was puzzled at first, but then his eyes suddenly lit up.
"I understand!"
"I understand everything now!"
At this moment.
The old man and Zhu Yunhao looked at Zhu Biao at the same time.
The old man was even more anxious.
Although he already had some guesses in his heart.
However, what he wanted more now was to get affirmation from the third person.
As expected!
Zhu Biao blurted out without hesitation.
"Father, look, this is definitely not a coincidence!”
"It was arranged!"
"Although the first seven pictures look illegible and some of them are even puzzling, the seventh picture is even blank!”
"But…"
"The eighth card is mother!"
"In addition to the last eight words, it also has your father's name in your early years!”
"Two eights…overlap!"
Zhu Biao took a deep breath, even though he still didn't want to believe it.
However, the current clues were extremely obvious!
Next.
He suddenly looked at the old man, his eyes filled with disbelief and surprise!
The old man also looked at him.
Father and son.
At the same time, it was as if their hearts were connected.
His voice paused after every word!
Powerful and resounding!
"If we unravel the meaning of the first seven paintings, we will be able to see your mother?”
"Yes!"
After the two of them finished speaking.
The old man quickly looked at Zhu Yunhao.
"Yunchen, see if that's what you mean!”
To be fair.
When these eight pictures were combined together, the meaning of the result could not be more obvious.
However…
Perhaps it was because he was too concerned.
Therefore, the old master would rather ask such a simple and straightforward question!
Although he was asking someone else.
However, he actually wanted to use these answers to convince himself…
Zhu Yunhao hurriedly nodded to express his affirmation." Imperial Grandfather, you can't be more straightforward!"”
"Moreover, we have seen it a few times before!”
"These eight words, the last two words 'open by themselves'…It's very likely that you will get a key and open it yourself…"
"But where is this one now? And only by solving the answer can you get it…"
Zhu Yunhao's voice was intermittent, but his analysis made the old man's eyes shine even brighter!
"Don't say anymore!"
The old man did not dare to let his grandson continue.
Because he was afraid!
He was afraid that he could no longer suppress the anxiety and excitement in his heart!
However…
Although he forced himself not to be excited, he still anxiously came to the first picture!
"Untie it now!"
"I'll undo it now…"
Zhu Biao and his son quickly looked over.
However, after half a day, the first seven portraits were all strange, and he could not get any 'inspiration' from them at all!
They could not find any connection with Empress Ma.
"A novice monk!"
"A novice monk?"
"What does the first novice monk mean?”
"Since I want to solve it, it must be the same as before. The answers are all related…"
"But what is the connection this time?”
"Seven pictures, seven different meanings!”
"It's even more difficult than before!"
Zhu Yunhao was still mumbling to himself.
She racked her brains to get an answer.
However…
At this moment.
The old man's gaze stopped on the little monk's forehead.
His gaze was deep as he reminisced.
While the father and son were still racking their brains and trying to make all kinds of connections.
The old man…was already laughing out loud.
He pointed at the portrait.
He seemed to have suddenly understood.
He saw his father laughing and crying several times in a row.
Zhu Biao was worried that it was bad for his health.
He wanted to remind her, but he was interrupted by Zhu Yunhao.
The latter quietly shook his head at him.
"Father, since there's grandfather's name in here…"
"Then the answer…"
"It's definitely with Grandpa!"
"Don't disturb me!"
Zhu Biao suddenly understood.
He immediately expressed his understanding.
However, he was still worried as he looked at his father.
He hoped that his father would be able to solve it quickly.
Seconds and minutes passed…
In the blink of an eye.
The sun had already set slightly in the west.
However, the old man was still standing in front of the first painting.
Gradually, compared to his previous anxiety and excitement, he was more excited.
The old man seemed to have calmed down a lot.
However…
The answer still did not appear.
"Biao Er, and Yunchen!"
Suddenly!
The old man's voice sounded again.
Zhu Biao and Zhu Yunhao immediately perked up and looked at the old man.
Because at this moment.
The old man turned around.
He looked at them.
He said the answer that they could not believe.
"We…might already know the answer to the first painting!”
So fast!
Zhu Biao exclaimed in his heart.
He secretly thought that what Yun Ren said just now was indeed true.
Previously…
They had encountered similar problems several times, be it puzzles or numbers!
Or perhaps…
It was the question that seemed to be the easiest to solve, but was the most troublesome to solve... the shocking question!
Raising the country's finances?
It wasn't solved so quickly.
Could it be…
The more questions there were, the easier it was to solve them?
Zhu Biao's mind was filled with thoughts.
However, only a moment had passed in reality.
At this moment.
Zhu Biao looked at the old man expectantly." What answer?”
"Grandpa, according to my previous experience…the answers are all related." Zhu Yunhao said.”
"As long as we solve the first one, we won't be left with no way to start.”
"We can have a direction."
The old man nodded.
Of course, he understood.
At this moment.
As he looked at the portrait, even he himself had not thought of it.
This time…
He was the one who answered the first picture so quickly.
His eyes were filled with reminiscence.
Her eyes revealed her longing.
His voice slowly conveyed his answer.
"The first picture is of a novice monk!”
"It seems that it has nothing to do with your grandmother's painting!”
"But as our sons and grandsons, do you know…"
"Before grandfather became emperor…"
"He has held many positions!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Zhu Biao's breathing suddenly became rapid.
Even Zhu Yunchen's eyes were filled with astonishment!
The current Martial Emperor Hong…
He had never forbidden the people from making up stories about him.
In fact, he had never cared about how the history books would write about him.
He was confident.
In that era when the alien races were rampant and the Han people were homeless, he had fought from the south to the north, restoring the glory of the Han people and rebuilding the sun and moon!
The Martial Emperor Hong who founded Great Ming!
Merits…could never be erased!
As for his previous "position"
He had been a farmer, a beggar…
He had been a refugee, a soldier, and had charged into battle hundreds of times…
But at this moment!
What appeared in Zhu Biao and Zhu Yunhao's minds.
It was another story that they had heard countless times since they were young!
That…
A few years ago, under the oppression of various gentry, Zhu Zhongba's family was poor and did not even have land.
When his brothers and parents starved to death because they had no food to eat and could not even find a burial place.
With great difficulty, he dragged the corpse for dozens of miles.
Only then did they meet a kind-hearted person who was willing to give them some land to bury their corpses.
Later.
Zhu Zhongba, who was only in his teens.
In order to survive, one had to be a refugee or a beggar.
The final landing point.
He had no choice but to shave his head and become a monk, going to Huangjue Temple.
He became a little monk!
At this moment.
Zhu Biao and Zhu Yunxin felt a huge surge of heat flowing into their hearts.
It added unprecedented vitality!
"Before the old master!"
"It's a monk!"
"This first picture is clearly the old master!!”
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