"Dong dong dong!"
Above the dusky capital, the tattered black catkins fluttered in all directions, covering the sky like dark clouds.
The air was filled with the thick smell of gunpowder and blood.
All signs indicated that a great battle had just taken place here.
At this moment, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of horse hooves, the young Zhu Di rode a tall and handsome horse and walked on the road to the main entrance of the palace.
At this moment, his emotions were mixed with excitement, relief, and a hint of worry.
But now that he had already reached this point, there was no room for him to regret. The regret in his eyes was instantly covered by ruthlessness.
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the King of Yan!"
"Long live the Emperor!"
"Long live the King of Yan!"
As soon as they
stepped into the main gate, the soldiers on both sides began to shout at the top of their lungs, their voices loud and passionate.
Zhu Di didn't care. His eyes were still fixed on the palace in front of him.
The thick horse hooves stepped on the stone slabs, making a crisp sound, even though the soldiers had already washed the stone slabs several times.
However, there were still traces of blood on it.
Walking into the palace, Zhu Di looked at the bedchamber in front of him and rejected the idea of other soldiers coming.
He drew his knife and slowly stepped forward. He wanted to personally end the good nephew who had humiliated him and brought shame to Da Ming!
He carefully pushed open the door with his knife. The originally beautiful bedroom was now in a mess.
There were scattered items everywhere. The precious silk was thrown on the ground like trash. If one looked closely, one could clearly see the footprints on it.
It could be seen how chaotic the situation here was at that time. The army attacked the city, and the eunuchs in the palace must have started to move the finances around in preparation to escape.
This was the logic behind pushing down a fallen wall.
Once the big tree that blocked the wind collapsed, the wild beasts under the tree would flee in all directions.
He walked slowly in the bedroom, the armor on his body letting out a soft sound. After turning a corner, a portrait that was several feet tall appeared in front of him.
The moment he saw the painting, his pupils constricted. The person in the painting was none other than his father, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang!
The man in the portrait was not good-looking, but he had an inexplicable majesty.
Even though he knew that the person in the portrait was dead, the knife in his hand could not help but tremble.
He threw down his long saber and slowly walked forward to kneel. Looking at the portrait, his eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
He took a deep breath and then exhaled, as if he was going to let out all the grievances and unwillingness in the past.
"Father, I'm back!"
Looking at the portrait in front of him, he spat out this sentence. There was relief and pride in his tone, as well as a trace of fear that he did not notice.
Then, he seemed to have thought of something and slowly stood up.
At this moment, he noticed that the stone slab under the portrait had been pried open, revealing a hole inside.
It seemed that he had just moved. Thinking of this, he picked up the long saber again, and his eyes became sharp.
He walked around the portrait and walked into the secret passage. He carefully looked at the dark secret passage and held the long knife in his hand horizontally in front of him.
At this moment, he suddenly saw a red shadow flash past the corner of his eye. He immediately turned around and smiled.
"Nephew!"
"My obedient little nephew, where are you going?”
His tone was like a hunter teasing his prey.
"Your fourth uncle is here to settle the score with you.”
As Zhu Di spoke, a fierce glint gradually flashed in his eyes.
Then, he quickly turned a corner. The long saber in his hand let out a soft sound, but he did not see anyone.
He didn't let his guard down, but he still joked.
"If you don't become the emperor, even your fourth uncle will feel bad.”
"Come out. We haven't seen each other for a long time. We're all family.”
He emphasized the word family.
He leaned against the wall and arrived at the end of the passage in a few flashes.
At the end of the corridor was a large door, and rays of light peeked through the crack of the door. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open.
In an instant, a dazzling light struck him, and a magnificent hall appeared in front of him.
He was stunned for a moment, and he could not help but feel nervous.
After walking for a while, a group of soldiers dressed in armor suddenly appeared in front of him. It was also the one he looked at.
All the soldiers turned their heads and looked at him.
What kind of gaze was that? Cold, arrogant, and a hint of disdain.
In an instant, he seemed to have fallen into an abyss. His entire body was cold, and he did not know where to put the long saber in his hand.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed that he had arrived at the Golden Hall!
When he turned his head again, a group of people he could not be more familiar with appeared in front of him.
the valiant general Blue Jade.
General Chang Yuchun!
General Tang He.
Not only the generals, but there were also people he was familiar with among the civil officials.
Li Shanchang.
Liu Bowen.
He
didn't know what to say when he saw this scene.
Suddenly, his pupils constricted. He saw a refined figure in the hall.
He was very familiar with that figure. It was his most beloved big brother, Zhu Biao!
Since Big Brother is here, then!
Thinking of this, he raised his head shakily to look at the dragon throne. With just one glance, he was stunned.
A broad figure was sitting on the dragon throne.
In an instant, his body went limp and he knelt on the ground.
He remembered that this was a dream, a nightmare.
A nightmare that he could not get rid of.
In reality, Zhu Di was frowning and his forehead was covered in sweat.
Back to the dream.
Zhu Di looked at the figure above and muttered.
"Father."
As if hearing his words, the person on the dragon throne slowly turned around.
Suddenly, an indescribable fear struck him. He looked down and did not dare to look into the other party's eyes.
Founding Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, a man whose life was full of miracles.
The portrait of him was already dignified enough, but when you really faced him, you would realize that the portrait was not even able to draw one-ten-thousandth of his expression and aura.
Lan Yu, Tang He, Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, and the rest of the terrifying generals silently bowed their heads and cupped their fists.
Li Shan Chang, Liu Bowen, and the other famous officials bowed.
The moment Zhu Yuanzhang appeared, everyone's light and aura were fiercely suppressed by him.
The immense pressure made everyone not dare to move at all.
Only Crown Prince Zhu Biao, who was beside him, did not turn around.
This was Zhu Yuanzhang. Just by standing there, with a single look and action, he could make such a civil official bow his head.
Seeing this scene, he knew that the scene that terrified him was about to happen again.
Later, his father, Zhu Yuanzhang, would personally chop off his unfilial son's head.
Even though he knew, he knew that he could not escape this nightmare.
He had made countless efforts, personally conquering Wala and making up the Yongle Grand Ceremony. All of this was to eliminate this nightmare.
However, no matter what he did, his father, Zhu Yuanzhang, continued to slash at him mercilessly.
"Father, you're not dead!"
In his dream, he shouted these words again. After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes as if he had been ordered, waiting for the familiar butcher's knife to slash down and end this terrifying nightmare.
His body trembled non-stop, and the fear in his heart almost filled his entire soul.
However, after a while, he realized that the familiar footsteps did not come.
He carefully opened his eyes and found that Zhu Yuanzhang had been sitting on the dragon throne without getting up.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that this dream seemed to be different!
According to the scene of the previous nightmare, he should have been captured by a few generals by now, and his nephew was watching him from above.
But now, those generals had not made a move, and his nephew was nowhere to be seen.
Even his big brother, Zhu Biao, who he had never dreamed of before, suddenly appeared here.
"Fourth brother."
A dignified voice came from the dragon throne.
He subconsciously trembled.
"Father, I'm here."
"Stand up."
Another sentence was heard. Zhu Di was stunned for a moment before he slowly stood up like a puppet.
At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang stood up.
He walked over slowly, his footsteps neither fast nor slow, but each step seemed to be stepping on his heartbeat.
Shua!
A light sound rang out. He knew that Zhu Yuanzhang had pulled out his saber.
The process of waiting for death was very long and painful.
His mind was blank. He thought that this time would be different, but the outcome was still the same.
But then, something unexpected happened.
Zhu Yuanzhang walked to the front of the man, but he didn't swing the long knife in his hand at him. Instead, he reached out and handed the hilt to the man.
Zhu Di was stunned. He raised his head and looked at him in shock.
"Take it."
Zhu Di reached out and took the long knife. Then, Zhu Yuanzhang turned around.
Then, he heard a familiar voice.
"Grandpa, Grandpa!"
"Let me go, I was wrong, I was wrong!”
"I shouldn't have cut off my vassal and killed those uncles.”
"Spare me, spare me!"
A
man with messy hair and a crazed expression was carried out by two guards.
Zhu Di was shocked. That person was his good nephew, Zhu Yunwen!
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