The King of Qin, Zhu Xi, died after all, and the cause of death was the same as in history: he was poisoned by his slaves!
After Deng was sentenced to death by the old man, Zhu Yunxi repeatedly warned Yu Zhu Ping about the good intentions of the old man. He also kept reminding him to pay attention to his safety, and even placed some Jin Yiwei spies in the Qin Palace.
But history repeated itself.
After Deng's death, King Zhu Ping of Qin became more depressed and cruel. He got drunk every day, and after being drunk, he would whip and torture his slaves. The servants became resentful and killed their masters in anger!
"I'm afraid the old man will get a big blow now!"
After reading the report from the capital, Zhu Yunxi seemed to have a stone stuck in his heart. First, his eldest son died young, and now his second son also died. The white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift. Although Zhu Yun had some shortcomings, he was still very fond of the old man.
In other words, they are all his sons.
After entering Zhoukou, Zhu Yunxi immediately switched to a fast horse and returned to the capital without stopping.
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The weather in the capital has also turned cold, and the cold wind seems to be getting into people's bones.
In the side hall of Fengtian Hall, the old man sat alone on a chair, quietly looking at the charcoal basin in front of him. Watching the flames inside, flickering on and off.
The fur that the eunuch put on him fell down on his waist. His two big hands pressed on his knees, and his usually straight back was now a little rickety.
wxsy.
He is old and his face is full of wrinkles.
His originally sharp and majestic gaze was now a little cloudy.
A gust of wind blew in through the cracks in the window lattice, picking up the flames in the charcoal basin and ruffling the white hair on his temples.
"Oh my God!" the old man said quietly, looking away from the charcoal basin and looking out the window. His loud voice was very hoarse in the past, "Why did you take away one of our sons again!"
In the past, when the old man talked to God, he had never had such an emotion. He would either curse with disdain or question angrily. But now, there was a trace of begging in his words.
"Can't you let us have all our sons by our side when we die? Why do you have to let us, a gray-haired man, suffer the pain of losing a son!"
As he said this, the old man's eyes turned red, "Are you going to punish us again? You think we have killed too many people in our life? But if you have something to do with me, why do you want to do so with our children and grandchildren?"
Suddenly, the old man's big hand fiercely grabbed the pants on his knees.
His body became even more stooped, as if he was suppressing the roars and roars that were about to break out in his heart.
"It would be fine if our son died young. It would be an even greater honor to die in battle, but he was poisoned by his slaves." The old man gritted his teeth and growled ferociously, "You took him away, but you gave him such a
What a useless way to die!"
"We know that the second son is an unfilial son, has a bad temper, is petty-minded, and is cruel. But after all, he is our son. We can do whatever we want with him. Why do you take him away? Why do you let him go like this?"
In the palace, there was a deathly silence, and the silence was terrifying.
"Come here!" the old man suddenly roared.
"My slave is here!" Pu Bucheng knelt behind him.
"Pass the decree!" the old man whispered, "all the officials, maids, and servants of the Prince of Qin's Mansion will be executed. In addition, all the female officials and concubines who were close to Zhu Ping during his lifetime will be buried as sacrifices!"
"According to the order!" Pu Bucheng did not dare to raise his head and silently crawled backwards and walked out.
At this time, no one dared to comfort the old man. King Qin had thousands of bad things, but he was also the legitimate son of the old man and Queen Ma. In this life, the old man had only three legitimate sons, and two of them have passed away.
In the palace, calm returned again, and the old man sat quietly as before, but the sadness on his face became stronger. Bits and pieces of the past began to reappear in his mind.
He had many children in his life, but the three legitimate sons he loved the most were the only ones he loved because when these three children were born, he was not yet the emperor, not the King of Wu, but just a military leader in the chaos of the world.
These three boys made him feel the joy of being a father. It was a joy that could not only comfort his ancestors, but also feel that there were successors. At the same time, they also gave him a different kind of responsibility in his life of fighting and fighting.
Whenever I am in a critical moment of life and death, when I think of my wife and children at home, and when I think of the Zhu family whose family was once ruined, there is no obstacle in the world that Zhu Yuanzhang cannot overcome.
"Sister!" The familiar face of his wife suddenly appeared in the old man's mind, "Another of our children has passed away. As a father, we failed to raise him well!"
As he spoke, muddy tears flowed down and fell on his clothes.
"When I was a kid, I was looking forward to them growing up. I wanted to join our father-son army and rule the Zhu family with us. But when they grew up, they all flew away. After they went to the fiefdom, they became lawless."
"We beat him and scolded him. I thought that maybe in a few years, when he gets older, he will be old. But who knows, he is only forty years old, and he left in his prime!"
There was no one in the hall, so the old man slowly talked to the shadow in his mind.
"We feel uncomfortable!"
Suddenly, there were footsteps behind him. The old man's eyes tightened and he quickly wiped away his tears.
"Who? Didn't we tell you to get away!"
But under his roar, the voice behind him showed no signs of disappearing, and instead got closer and closer.
"Are you looking for death? Da Sun!"
The old man stood up like an angry tiger, and when he saw the person clearly, his anger immediately disappeared. His ferocious face became gentle, and his eyes were full of joy, but even contained a hint of grievance.
"Dasun, you are finally back!"
Zhu Yunxi, who was exhausted and full of dust, stood behind the old man and said, "Grandpa, my grandson is back!"
The old man looked up and down, even took Zhu Yunxi's hand to look at it, and said distressedly, "How many days have you been riding a horse? You must be tired from the road!" After that, he shouted to the outside again, "You are all here.
Are you dead? Why don’t you bring a stool for our eldest grandson? There are hot tea, blankets, and a charcoal pot, hurry up!"
"You're not busy!" Zhu Yunxi stopped him, then helped the old man sit down.
He squatted beside the old man's legs and slowly rubbed the old man's big hands.
The old man's hands are full of wrinkles and are very thin. They seem to be only skin and bones, with some brown textures among the wrinkles. I don't know whether it is because of the cold weather or something else, but the calluses on the old man's hands are slightly cracked.
molt.
Feeling the warmth of Zhu Yunxi's palm, the old man stopped talking and grabbed his grandson's hand with his big hand.
The eyes of the grandfather and grandson faced each other, their gazes were crystal clear, and a thousand words could not be said.
"Grandson, your second uncle," the old man said, swallowing even harder.
"My grandson knows!" Zhu Yunxi stood up and squeezed the old man's shoulders, "You yourself often say that children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. God, you will not look at someone else's son just because of whose son. Thousands of families in the world,
Every family has life and death!"
"Second uncle is gone, but you have to take care of yourself. If you really break down due to sadness, he will definitely not be at peace under Jiuquan. Now that he is gone, Qin Fan still has so many heirs for you to take care of!"
"You are the pillar of our Zhu family, and the pillar of the world. Don't be too sad!"
The old man now is no longer the old man when Zhu Biao died. As people get older, they change every year. Just like when people grow up, the difference is that men grow stronger as time goes by. And as time goes by,
The older a person gets, the sadder they become.
"I heard that you haven't had a good meal for several days!" Zhu Yunxi continued, "This is not possible. You can't bear it if you don't eat. Listen to your grandson and eat as much as possible!"
"Okay!" The old man turned around and looked up at Zhu Yunxi, "I will listen to you!"
"Pu Bucheng!" Zhu Yunxi shouted.
"The slave is here!" Pu Bucheng trotted in, with a bit of joy on his face as if the clouds had cleared and the moon was bright.
"Go and get a bowl of hot noodle soup for Grandpa Huang!"
After saying that, Zhu Yunxi took the old man's hand and said, "Grandpa, let's eat noodles!"
"Okay!" The old man nodded, and then swallowed again, his beard and brows trembling.
"Grandson!" Suddenly, the old man hugged Zhu Yunxi and buried his head in his chest, sobbing helplessly like a child.
This chapter has been completed!