A generation of genius, Emperor Longwu, has now withdrawn from the stage of history.

Looking at Yujing alone with my left bow,

The white-headed wilderness is stained with tears.

The frost looks like Songshan cypress,

In the old days, I heard the cry of long live.

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It was raining heavily, and Boluo, the general who conquered the south, braved the rain and entered Fuzhou City like a conqueror.

He walked to Emperor Longwu's palace, only to find a man kneeling at the entrance of the palace.

On a heavy rainy day, the entrance to the palace was covered with mud. This man was kneeling in the mud, motionless.

Bolo secretly marveled: "Who is kneeling? What is the reason?"

"I, the former Minister of Industry of the Ming Dynasty, Zheng Xuan, are willing to submit to the Qing Dynasty and serve. I wish the Qing Dynasty a long and prosperous life!"

"How long have you been kneeling in the sand?"

"I have been kneeling for most of the day, waiting for the general, and I dare not move my ears!"

This man's shamelessness deeply shocked Bolo.
Chapter completed!