As he walked, Zhu Yunzhang's steps stopped and a smile appeared on his face.

His greatest advantage, his greatest strength was the same as Zhu Yuanzhang.

They were both children of the people's families, knowing the hardships of the people's lives, knowing that it was not easy to get by!

At this time, serving Zhu Yunzhang's personal eunuch, Wang Bashimi came over from the shadows.

"Third master, what would you like to use? The slave girl goes to prepare it for you!"

Zhu Yun Yun rubs his stomach, "Prepare a bowl of hot soup noodles!

"Yes!" Wang Bashimi said respectfully and once again faded into the darkness.

Standing in the middle of the rear hall, Zhu Yunyun looked out over the Daming Palace City.

The palace was brilliant but not ornate; Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao were both simple people who were unwilling to waste money and people's efforts to build the palace in a rich and magnificent manner.

Many of the red paints on the nanmu pillars in the palace have been mottled and fallen off, but they have never been painted.

Zhu Yuanzhang is actually the same as the people, living things, can be used to make do, there is no need to spend money to get new.

On the side, there were footsteps again.

Two guards, pressing their waist swords knelt down in front of Zhu Yunzhang.

"Subjects, meet the Third Master!"

These two tiger-backed young men with similar faces looked like brothers.

Zhu Yun Yun's memory recognized them, Liao Yong, Liao Ming brothers. Grandsons of the late Duke of Chu of the Great Ming, Liao Yongan. Their own grandfather, is the Ming Deqing Hou, Liao Yongzhong.

Liao Yongzhong, although the reputation is not as big as Chang Yuchun, Xu Da and others. But in the history books, it is a big book, because he did a big thing that shocked the world.

Liao Yongzhong personally drowned Zhu Yuanzhang's nominal superiors, Han Lin'er and Liu Futong. This cleared the way for Zhu Yuanzhang to become the emperor.

(Liu Futong was the leader of the Red Turbans in the north, and Han Lin'er was the emperor of the Song Dynasty founded by the Red Turbans.)

And these two brothers were also admired as loyal and filial sons in history.

After the Emperor Yongle's pacification, he succeeded to the throne in Nanjing. When Fang Xiaoru refused to surrender, he was beheaded by Zhu Di in the city, and his ten clans were implicated, and no one was allowed to collect Fang Xiaoru's body.

When Zhu Di entered the city, the two brothers fought and were seriously injured. Because it is the children of meritorious ministers, Zhu Di net leniency, demoted to the people cut off the title. But for the sake of righteousness, they knew that they would die, but they still used the name of Jianwen's subjects to collect Fang Xiaoru's body and bury him.

Liao's family completely pissed off Yongle, they went to their deaths, leaving a thousand years of beautiful stories.

"It's you two brothers ah! Quickly get up!" Zhu Yun Yun gave a hand, "Are you guys on duty? It's so late, don't find a place to rest!"

The two brothers looked at each other, Liao Yong looked around, whispered, "Third master, the emperor is coming this way!"

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Zhu Yuanzhang came again!

Zhu Yunzhang turned back openly, looking at the direction of Lv in the hall, full of hatred.

"No wonder I must be allowed out to eat at this time! It turns out that the Emperor is coming!"

"Is it to send me away and not to come near the Emperor's side. Or are you going to hand me little words in front of the Emperor?"

"The filial piety during the day is all pretense, and once the emperor is gone, he himself doesn't even keep his spirit! This is simply killing without blood!"

Zhu Yun laughed coldly twice, then turned back to look at the Liao family brothers and sisters, "You have the heart, this love, I remember in my heart!"

"I do not dare!" Liao Yongzhong continued, "My Liao family is deeply favored by the Prince, the third master is overstated!"

Liao Yongzhong was the one who did the dirty work and was later given to death by Zhu Yuanzhang. The Liao family declined, or Zhu Biao remembered these two brothers and personally ordered them as palace guards, giving them a point of future.

"The road knows the horse power, day to day see people's hearts." These two are palace guards, and father's old man, but can be pulled together, Zhu Yun Yun said, "Who sincerely to me, I know exactly! Thank you brother and sister for mentioning."

In the front hall, suddenly came a burst of footsteps, it should be Zhu Yuanzhang once again came to the spirit.

"Long live!"

"Your Majesty!"

The guards and courtiers saluted, Zhu Yuanzhang impatiently waved his hand and walked towards the coffin.

As an emperor, he can't help himself, even if his favorite person is gone, he can't be with him all the time, because there are too many political affairs.

The Northern Yuan Mongols' thieving heart is not dead, and they want to mobilize a large army to violate the border again.

This year, the southern rain is too big, will certainly affect the spring plowing.

Fighting the people are bound to come up with more money and food to the court, but if the weather is not beautiful, this year the people's days, and to be difficult.

Family affairs state affairs in Zhu Yuanzhang's head.

The people's livelihoods of the country, the pressure in the heart of Zhu Yuanzhang.

Endure the grief to deal with the political affairs, when the night is quiet, want to come to see his son again.

"Your Majesty!"

"Imperial Grandfather!"

Amidst the kowtow of Lu and Zhu Yunzhu, Zhu Yuanzhang walked to the spirit and looked around.

"Where is son?"

"Third brother ........"

Lu snatched the words, "Back to the emperor, the son is tired, said to go down to rest for a while!"

This is the highest level of saying bad words, obviously did not say Zhu Yunyun any bad place, but the implication, Zhu Yunyun disregard for the general body, rude.

After saying this, Lu glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang apprehensively.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang did not have any reaction and did not seem to have heard what Lv said clearly, only nodding his head slightly.

"Your Majesty, my concubine ......."

"You all go down as well, let's stay here for a while!" Zhu Yuanzhang said indifferently.

Lu looked at her son, who carefully said, "Imperial Grandfather, Sun'er accompany you?"

"We said, all go down!" Zhu Yuanzhang looked at him, "You've also been tired for a long time, go down and rest!" After saying that, he sat down next to the coffin.

What the emperor says is the holy decree, Lu's even if she is unwilling, she can only kowtow with Zhu Yunzhang and bow down to retreat.

The hall was instantly empty, only the coffins of Zhu Yuanzhang and his son.

The night breeze is cool, blowing Zhu Yuanzhang's beard, only when no one is around, he can act like a father at this moment.

In the coffin is his son, whom he has cherished for more than thirty years. Looking at the face with eyes closed tightly, the heart bursts of pain, as if cut by a knife.

The old arm reached out and touched his son's cold body, tears fell silently.

"Son ah, you damn also really can. Said to leave just like that, didn't leave a single thought for your old son!"

Zhu Yuanzhang retracted his arm and muttered sadly, "Why did you just leave? How could you just leave like that? I have raised you for almost forty years, loved you for almost forty years, nurtured you for almost forty years, and you just left?"

Said Zhu Yuanzhang, wiping down his tears, "Your mother left us behind and left first! Now you are also gone! And now you're gone too, leaving your old man all alone in the world!" The more he said, the more tears he shed and the louder his voice became, "You unfilial son, get up, get up and look at your old man! Look at us, our hair has turned gray, and we have to send off our black hair!"

"You're gone for good, how can you let your old man live?"

In the temple, are the old man suppressed, but the heartbreaking cries.

Suddenly, Zhu Yuanzhang's arm wiping his tears stopped, and footsteps came from behind him.

"Didn't we say, let you all go down, who is it?"

Zhu Yuanzhang snapped, but turned around but froze.

Only to see that under the candle flame, Zhu Yunzhang was carefully holding a bowl of hot noodle soup, his face was full of hot tears, and the hot tears couldn't stop falling into the noodle soup.

"Imperial Grandfather, my grandson heard that you haven't eaten today, and specially gave asked someone to cook a bowl of noodles for you!"