Under the palace on a snowy night.
The mournful cry seemed to have a special magical power that made Zhu Yuanzhang, who had turned around to leave, stop in his tracks instantly. He stood motionless on the spot like a statue, allowing the wind and snow to fall on his shoulders.
In the next instant.
Zhu Yuanzhang turned around, his eyes bloodshot as he walked towards the Eastern Palace in a daze.
One step, two steps.
His footsteps became faster and faster, from fast walking to jogging, and then running.
"Clang!"
Zhu Yuanzhang lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Upper position!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Father!"
Zhu Biao, Zhu Di, Xu Da, and Xu Miaoyun all rushed forward and helped Zhu Yuanzhang up.
"Get up!"
Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have gone mad. He pushed hard and ran madly towards the Eastern Palace.
The others followed closely behind.
Very quickly.
Everyone walked into the palace.
In the courtyard.
It was white.
Many people were kneeling.
Everyone was wearing mourning clothes and crying continuously.
In the hall.
A man in his fifties stood there with his back to Zhu Yuanzhang, crying and howling non-stop.
Zhu Yuanzhang silently passed through the crowd and arrived at the hall.
The scene in front of him.
He was completely stunned!
In the middle of the hall, there was a bed.
Above.
There was a child with his eyes closed.
That child was none other than Zhu Xiongying!
Boom!
Zhu Yuanzhang felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
"No, I can't! Impossible! This isn't our eldest grandson!"
He shook his head crazily and roared with all his might.
at this time
Empress Ma, Zhu Biao, Zhu Di, Xu Da, and Xu Miaoyun also walked over. When they saw this scene, they were all extremely shocked.
"Grandson!"
Empress Ma burst into tears and fell onto Zhu Xiong Ying's corpse.
"Xiong Ying…"
Zhu Biao's face was pale and he was on the verge of collapsing.
What made him despair wasn't Zhu Xiongying's death, but the Zhu Xiongying lying here. His age was actually about the same as the little Zhu Xiongying he saw this morning!
"Father, I'm afraid…"
Xu Miaoyun stood behind Xu Da, goosebumps all over her body.
She couldn't accept this strange scene.
"Don't be afraid."
Xu Da sucked in a breath of cold air. Wasn't he the same?
Zhu Di was lying on the stretcher. At this moment, he had forgotten the pain and stared at Zhu Xiongying's corpse.
"Is this the reason why I became the emperor?”
Fang Han, who had been standing at the side without saying a word, shook his head and said,"This Penniless Priest has already said that this is only one of the reasons.”
"One of the reasons?"
Zhu Di shivered.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the situation was far worse than he had imagined.
What was the reason?
At this moment.
Zhu Yuanzhang recovered from his grief and indignation and walked quickly to Fang Han. He asked with a ferocious expression,"What's going on? Why did our eldest grandson die?"
In an instant.
Empress Ma, Zhu Biao, Zhu Di, Xu Da, and Xu Miaoyun all looked at Fang Han.
Fang Han said unhurriedly," Smallflower, or plague. His Royal Highness's constitution is not good to begin with. If he gets infected with that disease, he will die."”
Everyone's expression changed when they heard the word 'Tianhua'.
In this era where medical technology was underdeveloped.
The word 'small-flower' meant that the Grim Reaper had arrived.
He remembered the last time.
More than 200,000 people died when the smallflower in Yingtian Prefecture spread!
That terrifying scene was still vivid in his mind.
There were very few people who could survive this disease.
"Boohoo! Big Sun, come back to life!"
Just as everyone was silent, a mournful cry sounded again.
Zhu Biao, Zhu Di, and the others subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice and were instantly stunned.
The old man standing in the hall was the Zhu Yuanzhang of this era!
His face was haggard, his eyes were red and swollen, and his voice was hoarse.
It was obvious.
Zhu Xiongying's death had given him a huge blow.
"Your Majesty, it's not good. The Empress has fallen ill!”
A maidservant rushed over.
" What did you say?!"
The Zhu Yuanzhang of this era turned pale with fright. He could not be bothered to cry for his obedient eldest grandson and stumbled out of the Eastern Palace.
These words were like a heavy hammer that smashed into the hearts of Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao.
This meant that Empress Ma was not dead yet!
He remembered Fang Han saying that.
Empress Ma's death date was in August of the 15th year of Hongwu.
In other words.
Zhu Xiongying died even earlier!
At this moment.
It was already November of the 14th year of Hongwu!
"Fang Han, when did our dear grandson die?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.”
"Hongwu 15th year, May 1st," Fang Han replied calmly.”
"Ah!"
Hearing the date, Zhu Biao screamed and fainted.
"Big brother!"
Zhu Di didn't care about the injuries on his body. He jumped up from the stretcher and supported the unconscious Zhu Biao.
"Your Highness!"
Xu Da also hurriedly went up to help.
Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma stood rooted to the ground. It was as if their souls had been sucked out. They were completely stunned.
Fang Han saw that it was about time, so he waved his sleeves lightly, and the surrounding wind and clouds changed.
In the blink of an eye.
Everyone returned to the White Cloud Temple.
Silence!
Dead silence.
In the front yard of the Taoist temple.
No one spoke.
Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the stone bench under the parasol tree, still recovering from the previous blow.
He kept muttering,"Impossible, impossible…"
At this moment.
Under everyone's watchful eyes.
Empress Ma walked up to Fang Han and bowed solemnly.""Priest Fang, I beg you to save my grandson. I'm willing to become a monk and pay with my life for my grandson.”
At this moment, Zhu Biao had already woken up. He walked to Empress Ma with difficulty." Mother, Xiong Ying is my son. Even if he becomes a monk, he should be my father. How can you let Mother come?"”
Xu Da and Xu Miaoyun looked at each other.
At this moment.
They finally understood why Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Biao, and Zhu Di were so cautious whenever Fang Han was mentioned.
This person was too terrifying.
His abilities and methods were no longer at a level that a single person could reach.
In just a few hours.
The empress and the crown prince were actually fighting to become Taoists.
If this got out…
It was estimated that the entire Great Ming would be in a commotion.
"Alright, alright. Can you two stop making things difficult for us? If you become a Taoist priest, won't the world laugh at you?”
"If that's the case, why don't we become Taoist priests and give this bird position to Boss?”
Zhu Yuanzhang was upset and began to lose his temper.
Previously, Empress Ma was about to die, and now, her obedient grandson was about to die as well.
He understood.
Fang Han was a god of plague.
Zhu Yuanzhang had asked him to see the future twice.
The first time was when Empress Ma died.
The second time was when Zhu Xiongying died.
He really did not know who would die the next time he traveled to the future.
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