"The eldest grandson of the Ming Dynasty, the eldest son of the crown prince Zhu Biao! He could have been the crown prince, died on the first day of the fifth day of the fifteenth year of Hongwu. He lived only eight years old, "unsealed" and buried in Zhongshan."

Bang...

Dong...

As soon as Chu Ze's voice fell, two dull sounds echoed in the imperial study room.

With a sound, it was Zhu Yuanzhang holding a teacup.

The Ming Taizu, who was supposed to be unrecognizable, suffered the pain of losing his son and grandson in just ten minutes.

When he heard Chu Ze say that his eldest grandson Zhu Xiongying actually died only when he was eight years old.

All the bones on his body seemed to have been pulled away by someone.

Even the strength to hold a teacup seems to be gone.

He was originally bloody and rosy, but even the bloody color on his face began to fade away rapidly.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was slumped on the throne, felt that there was a burst of darkness in front of his eyes...

On Zhu Biao's side, when he heard that his eldest son died in the fifteenth year of Hongwu, his reaction was even greater than hearing the news of his death in the twenty-five years of Hongwu.

He was standing straight, but he was sitting straight on the ground, his eyes full of disbelief.

As a father, how could he accept this heavy news?

"You... can you stop looking at me! Can you turn around? I feel disgusted when you turn your head around and look at me from time to time..."

In the entire imperial study hall, the father and son of the old Zhu family, Zhu Yuanzhang, who had the best concentration, had already lost his mind at this time.

After hearing the news that the eldest grandson of the emperor Zhu Xiongying died at the age of eight, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was already irritable, didn't even have time to react and stood up and scolded Chu Ze.

His whole eyes were empty and he just looked ahead, and for a moment he felt as if he had lost his soul.

Crown Prince Zhu Biao is still young and has just become a father for a while. At this time, he was also severely hit by the news brought by Chu Ze.

First, I heard the news of my own death, and then I heard the news of my son’s death!

Even, I just let my father experience the pain of "a white-haired man gives a black-haired man".

After turning his head, he experienced it himself.

This kind of ups and downs, falls, falls, falls...

I guess I can't stand it.

Among the father and son, the only one who was calm at this time was the only one who was still calm. Only King Yan Zhu Di was left.

Chu Ze's eyes floated towards him naturally.

However, this time, when facing Chu Ze's gaze, Zhu Di felt his back suddenly feel numb.

He even felt his scalp was a little furious.

At this time, Zhu Di thought that Chu Ze was simply a declining god.

That depends on whoever says, whoever will suffer...

So when facing Chu Ze's gaze, Zhu Di did not hide his disgust at all!

Even as soon as Chu Ze's eyes fell on him, he immediately urged Chu Ze to turn his head over and don't look at him!

Chu Ze originally thought that at present, only Zhu Di could speak normally, to see if he could also talk to the future Emperor Yongle.

As a result, he didn't expect that he would be disliked...

"No, right, it's only twelve years of Hongwu... There's still time, there's still time! Chu Ze, tell us quickly, how is our good grandson... Do you understand what we mean, right?

Tell us quickly! Is there any chance to save me?"

"Don't worry, as long as you save our grandson, we will never kill you... No, if you are worried, we will give you a lot of money and then send you away. You can go wherever you want!"

"We will give you whatever you want!"

This time, Zhu Yuanzhang was still the first to react.

After all, this Hongwu Emperor is also a legendary figure.

What kind of scene has he never seen before?

After a brief loss of consciousness, he quickly adjusted his emotions.

Sadness and sadness are the most useless things in the world.

Because this can't change anything except making yourself uncomfortable.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang thought that the most important thing was to figure out what was happening? How to prevent it!

This is the top priority!

He didn't want to lose his son who had been raised for half his life, nor did he want to lose his cute and clever grandson.

No matter which one it is, he doesn't want to lose it.

Compared to these, what he cares the least about is himself.

"Yes, Chu Ze, please help me and save my son. Even if I, Zhu Biao, owe you a lifetime of love! He is still young. He...he, me..."

After hearing Lao Zhu's words, Zhu Biao quickly got up from the ground.

Then he quickly came to Chu Ze.

He grabbed Chu Ze's hand and trembled slightly.

Even at this time, Zhu Biao had the urge to kneel down to Chu Ze.

He has only been a father for a few years. How could he be willing to watch his son die at this time?

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, I don't want to say this! I really don't know why Zhu Xiongying died!"

"After the death of the prince and the eldest grandson of the emperor, the prince Zhu Yunwen eventually inherited the throne and his emperor's name was Jianwen."

"After he succeeded to the throne, the first thing he did was to modify the Hongwu year history. What did he say? Later generations guessed. He should have wanted his succession to look better and better, so he deliberately erased a lot about Zhu Xiongying

Something about it.”

"By the way, I wrote it myself, it is very favored by your Majesty. Even if the Emperor Changsun is alive, you will let him succeed to the throne."

"Just because of this revision, there are only a few words about Zhu Xiongying in the historical records of later generations."

"What I, a later generation who has been separated by hundreds of years, can know is what I have recorded from my predecessors!"

"Originally, we were considered to be a bit kinship... After all, you are still in love with your ancestors and Your Majesty, and I actually admire you very much. If I knew the specifics, how could I not tell you?

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Originally, for Zhu Yuanzhang, who was already in despair, Chu Ze was like a drowning person who wanted to strive to seize the life-saving straw on the shore.

However, he regarded it as the only life-saving straw, but because of his own force, he broke it in the middle of his waist.

The key is that the life-saving straw is broken once it is pulled.

The main reason is that another good grandson of my life buried his knife in advance...

This made Zhu Yuanzhang not know whether he should scold Chu Ze or Zhu Yunwen for a moment.

Zhu Biao on the other side only felt that his blood and blood were rushing up one after another.

Just because in order to make my ascension look a little better, I actually chose to erase my brother's traces from history on a large scale...
Chapter completed!