"Who are you calling yourself?"

Sitting on the throne and finally began to face up to Zhu Yuanzhang, who had existed in Chu Ze, could not remember his previous claim for a moment.

From this we can see how little he valued Chu Ze before.

"Report to your Majesty, I am a time traveler. It is defined as passing through time and space."

"Yes, yes, time traveler. You just thought about the inheritance of my Ming title. I hope this can attract our attention, right?"

“…”

Listening to Zhu Yuanzhang's questioning, Chu Ze felt speechless for a moment.

I really don’t know the Ming Dynasty’s title inheritance model.

However, Chu Ze thought about it again and thought that it was normal for Zhu Yuanzhang to ask this.

Emperor Hongwu's suspicion was almost proportional to his desire to control.

Moreover, Chu Ze did make a mistake on purpose. To put it bluntly, he expanded the number infinitely in order to let Zhu Biao and others calculate it themselves.

The results you calculate by yourself are definitely more shocking than what others say.

Haven't you seen that Zhu Biao's face turned pale when he deduced the number of descendants of the Ming Dynasty's royal family according to his algorithm just now...

"Let's ask you, you are obviously a juren from the Ming Dynasty. And you have entered the court now. Although you are just a small ninth-rank chief clerk, you have already entered the official career."

"In theory, you can be considered a bright future now. Why do you have to go to the palace and just want to die?"

After seeing Chu Ze remain silent, Zhu Yuanzhang did not pay much attention to this issue.

Whether Chu Ze deliberately made a mistake or did he unintentionally make a mistake about his descendants of the royal family.

After all, he has now successfully attracted Zhu Yuanzhang's attention.

With so many officials in the court and so many royal family members, none of them even discovered this problem, but a young man from Chu Ze directly told him.

This is enough for Zhu Yuanzhang to look at him differently, but looking at him differently is the same thing. If he can't tell the reason, he will still die.

"Oh...Your Majesty, I actually have my own unscrupulous difficulties. If I could live, who would want to die?"

"But I hope to have a better time than a painful death in the future..."

When he heard Zhu Yuanzhang ask why he went to the palace and was determined to die.

Chu Ze, who was originally calm, also had a face on his shoulder, and he looked particularly depressed.

As a later generation, Chu Ze deeply understood how dangerous it was to be an official during the Hongwu period.

It can be said that being an official in Hongwu year was definitely not a little higher than the death rate of going to the battlefield.

After traveling through time, Chu Ze actually felt desperate when he found that he had no previous memory of his predecessor.

"Stop, we don't want to listen now, you always ask for some nonsense like happiness. We need to know the reason!"

Seeing that Chu Ze started to die with three more words, Zhu Yuanzhang also frowned deeply.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang even felt that this guy in front of him was crazy!

Wouldn't you say anything other than seeking death?

Why do you always think about dying if you are a living person?

When he heard Zhu Yuanzhang ask the reason why he was determined to die, Chu Ze sighed deeply and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang helplessly.

"Your Majesty, I will say first that I am a time traveler. I come from later generations. In other words, my words do not represent my personal thoughts to a large extent. They are simply the evaluation of history by later generations."

"What I said is not nice, don't take it too seriously, just treat me as a dead person anyway."

"I said before that my body is from this dynasty, but now my soul has become another person."

"I can't remember anything that this body has experienced."

"If this identity is just a commoner, maybe the problem is not big. It can be said that it is an excuse for me to lose my memory."

"But what I am very desperate is that I was an official in the Hongwu period and a new official. However, now, I, who should have read poetry and books, can't even recite a few sentences from the Four Books and Five Classics.

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"In this case, if I continue to be an official, and suddenly expose myself and am exposed by a colleague, then what falls on me is the felony of the imperial examination for favoritism and fraud."

"Besides, there is another problem. People in later generations do not use brushes. We have been using pencils, ballpoint pens and other things since we were young."

"It can be said that as soon as I write, I will immediately reveal my feelings... A chief clerk who was promoted from a juren wrote even worse words than a dog's pillow. Do you think this is not enough to ask for me

Is it fate?"

After hearing Chu Ze's words, Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes at Chu Ze with some confusion.

Finally, he waved his hand to a big man in brocade clothes who had been waiting beside him.

After seeing Zhu Yuanzhang's actions, the people around him also understood and arranged for people to send them pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

After seeing these things, Chu Ze did not show much surprise.

Without even Zhu Yuanzhang's words, he sat directly on the ground, picked up the brush with strange movements, and began to write on the paper in front of him.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were always staring at his hand holding the pen from beginning to end.

Most people who have never practiced calligraphy have one thing in common.

That is, their hands are not stable enough.

At this time, Chu Ze, who was holding a brush, was shaking his hands as if he was sieve.

This action is difficult to do when deliberately imitating it.

Because this is the body's instinctive reaction.

Just a glance, Zhu Yuanzhang could basically conclude.

The person in front of him really can't write...

"You are not humble at all... This handwriting is indeed even worse than a dog's ply..."

Looking at Chu Ze's efforts, he could only write the four words "Hello, Your Majesty" on the paper.

The skewed shape, the light and heavy strokes.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't stand it anymore and threw the words on his hand to Zhu Biao on the side.

Zhu Biao, who had recovered from his senses, also stood up again.

After taking Chu Ze's "Mo Bao", he almost laughed out loud.

"Your Majesty, can you believe that what I'm telling the truth now?"

Although my original works have been ridiculed.

But Chu Ze didn't take it seriously either.

The ugly thing you write is the ugly thing you write, there is nothing you can't admit.

"Just just by reading and writing, we still can't believe what you say is from people from later generations."
Chapter completed!