Hall, the old man cursed angrily for a quarter of an hour.
From beginning to end, he never glanced at his grandson, who was kneeling in the rainstorm. Then he sat by the imperial desk, sullenly reviewing the memorial.
However, how can you grade with peace of mind if your mind is not calm?
This is his own grandson. If it were anyone else like this, he would have been dragged down long ago...
Bang, the old man threw the memorial on the table and cursed loudly, "What the hell is this? How many times have I told you, don't worry about it, I'm a big boss, so I write in plain language and speak the key points! I don't care about any of them.
Heart! I won’t let you relax for a moment!”
Cursing, he picked up the tea bowl and took a big gulp.
"Your Majesty!" Pu Bucheng said cautiously, with red eyes, "Hurry up and take a look!"
"What are you looking at? Who are you looking at? Let him wait!" the old man said angrily.
"My little master... My little master is kneeling in the heavy rain. He has been in poor health since he was a child, but how can he hold on..."
Dang clang, before he finished speaking, the tea bowl in the old man's hand had already dropped. Then he saw the old man hurriedly walked to the door of the palace, looking out with wide eyes and concern.
The heavy rain came, covering up Zhu Yunxi's figure.
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There was only a simple outline in front of me. I could only see him kneeling in the rain, raising his head and shouting, "Grandpa!"
"It's killing me!"
The old man stamped his feet and said sadly, "Damn it, are you trying to do this with us!? Ah? What a good grandson? What a good grandson, don't care about your own body, kneeling in the rain! Our hair is already white, and our children and grandchildren are still doing this? We are
What evil did you do to give birth to this little prince?"
"Your Majesty!" Pu Bucheng hurriedly stepped forward to help, "Your Majesty Sun Renxiao, he knelt down because he felt sorry for you in his heart!"
The old man pushed Pu Bucheng away and said to the palace attendant at the door, "Are you blind? It's raining outside and you can't see? You can't see the emperor's grandson kneeling in the rain?"
"This slave deserves to die!" Several palace servants knelt down in a hurry.
"What are you still doing?" Pu Bucheng said, "Hurry up and help His Highness in! Prepare clean clothes, hot water, and ginger soup! Hurry!"
The cold rain hit his body, and Zhu Yunxi shivered in the heavy rain. The exhaustion of the past few days plus the heavy rain made his mind dizzy, and his kneeling body couldn't help but sway.
"Your Highness!"
Several eunuchs came quickly and carried him to the palace.
The old man looked at his grandson who was fished out of the rain, feeling angry, angry and distressed, "Tell the doctor!"
"Wait!" Zhu Yunxi said weakly, pushed away the eunuch who was supporting him, knelt directly in front of the old man, raised his head, and grabbed the old man's clothes, "Grandpa, my grandson knows that I am unhappy with you, but please listen to your grandson.
Say, stop killing people! Stop killing people!"
These words once again aroused the old man's anger.
"Not killing? Who are we doing for?"
"You have only seen the good qualities of those warriors, but have you ever seen their bad qualities?"
"Sooner or later, this country will be yours! We want to give you a peaceful country and let you be a peaceful emperor!"
"Don't you know our heart? Ah? You see your grandfather's hair is turning white, and it's not because of you? You are an unfilial son, and you don't say anything to others to contradict me, but you also harm yourself. You are thinking about your grandfather's heart.
Stab him with a knife!"
"Grandpa!" Zhu Yunxi kowtowed again, "My grandson can control them, they will not be a threat!" As he spoke, he raised his head, and the rain on his hair fell down his forehead. It was not clear whether it was tears or rain, "Grandpa
, they are all people who have made great contributions to our Zhu family! They follow you every step of the way!"
"If we are killed like this, what will people in the world think of our Zhu family? What will history books write about us in the future? You have achieved great things through such a difficult life. You are a good emperor who loves his people like his own son. Why should you leave such a bad name when you are old?
!”
"My grandson doesn't want you to be called an eternal tyrant!"
"I don't care! Your grandpa has never cared about what other people think or what history books write in his life?" the old man roared, "It's really because we have been so damn miserable in this life that we want you to live in peace and stability!"
"The Ming Dynasty is peaceful!" Zhu Yunxi said loudly, "The world is unified and the imperial power is at its peak. They are just ministers. Why bother the world? Even if you don't like them, just let them become rich men. Why kill them all!"
"If you don't kill them, they will be the villains around you who encourage you to become militaristic!"
"If you don't kill them, the Ming Dynasty will become more powerful with military force!"
The old man continued angrily, "You want to be the grandson of a virtuous prince and a peaceful prince. These people will only become a burden to you."
Zhu Yunxi felt his mind was in confusion, and his expression was a little dazed, "My grandson knows that you are tired of them cuddling together. You think they have too much power to speak, so you are on guard against them... But they and Hu Weiyong are not the same."
Same.........."
"It's all the same!" the old man said angrily, "Your grandfather crawled out from the pile of dead people and knows their virtues better than you! These people will never be at peace. You have read so many books about the disasters caused by warriors in the past dynasties. How can you think of them?"
Don’t you know?”
Zhu Yunxi weakly let go of the old man's clothes, knelt down and spoke with difficulty, "Grandpa, you are wrong..."
He couldn't talk anymore. He was extremely tired and had no strength at all.
"Were we wrong? It's you who are wrong!" The old man was still roaring, "Do you think you can control it? They are all thorns, and what we are afraid of is that they will pierce your hand and bleed in the future!" As he said that, the old man suddenly took a big step.
Walk outside the side hall.
"Your Majesty!"
Pu Bucheng exclaimed. The old man took the guard's sword and cut off a thorny thorn directly in the heavy rain. Then, he turned around quickly and threw the thorn in front of Zhu Yunxi.
"Pick it up!" the old man roared, "Pick it up! See if it hurts your hands or not!"
In front of me is a thorn with long and sharp thorns.
Zhu Yunxi braced himself hard, but his hand felt prickly at the slightest touch.
He knelt down, carefully holding the thorns with both hands, and then used his nails to dig out the thorns.
Suddenly, accidentally, the thorn on it dug into the gap between his nails. The sudden pain made him frown slightly, and red blood came out. But he still pinched it and picked it slowly.
Gradually, a place appeared on the thorny thorns that you could hold with your hands.
Zhu Yunxi held the thorn and raised his head and said, "Grandpa, this sting is just a small pain! But after my grandson pulled out a few thorns, he held them in his hand and used them as a whip to whip others!"
"These thorns are the meritorious generals of our Ming Dynasty! They will be the sharp blades in the hands of our grandchildren in the future!"
"My grandson can use the thorns full of thorns to whip them in all directions and protect the Ming Dynasty forever!"
"Grandpa!" A smile appeared on Zhu Yunxi's face, "My grandson knows that everything you do is for your grandson, but your grandson has grown up! If your grandson can't even hold this thorn, what qualifications do you have to point out your grandson?"
Control the world............"
"Grandson!"
"Your Highness!"
Suddenly, with an exclamation, Zhu Yunxi closed his eyes and fell down softly.
"Is the imperial doctor here?"
The hall was filled with the old man's anxious shouts.
Zhu Yunxi, who fell to the ground, was pale and without any blood. The heavy rain wet his clothes, revealing traces of flesh and blood on his legs worn by the saddle.
The old man felt terrible pain in his heart!
"It's all sin! I owed money in my previous life, and I'm here to collect the debt in this life!" The old man slapped his thigh, and then yelled at the palace people, "They are all dead people, come and take care of them!"
"Bring the ginger soup!" Pu Bucheng was also shouting, "Hurry!"
This chapter has been completed!