Zhu Yunxi and his party arrived at Longwan Pier outside Yingtian City on the head of the twelfth lunar month.

The news that the emperor's body was ill arrived at Yingtian earlier than the fleet. When the fleet docked, the huge and luxurious emperor's chariot, which the old man rarely used, was already parked on the pier at the pier.

Zhu Biao issued a death order, not allowing the news to spread, and not allowing anyone from the cabinet or court to leave the city to pick him up.

The emperor's health should not be spied upon by courtiers.

It should be raining lightly today.

The boat is immersed in the river surface that has become soft due to falling snow. As the people on the boat step off the pier, the vibrations will cause the layer of soft snow to surge.

On the trestle where the flagship was docked, there was nothing but the emperor's chariot parked there.

An additional shed was also erected.

The reason why it is called a shed is because the shed was built from the royal chariot to the disembarkation position of the flagship.

The top and sides were wrapped in thick cotton to protect it from wind and snow.

Zhu Biao was alone in the shed where he disembarked, his face a little pale.

In the shed behind him, there is a stove at a certain distance that exhausts exhaust outside the shed, providing heat for the entire shed.

Zhu Yunxi took Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Shangbing off the boat first.

"Father."

"Uncle."

The three of them saluted, Zhu Biao just nodded, his face still pale, but his original solemn expression softened slightly.

Zhu Yunxi walked to the side of the prince's father and whispered: "Grandpa is in a stable condition at the moment, but he is a little weak and his energy is a little worse than before."

Zhu Biao hummed and nodded: "You have worked hard this way."

Say it.

He continued to raise his head and stare at the boat.

On the ship, with Shan Yongnian and Shui Sannian personally watching, two Imperial Guardsmen carried the old man in a wheelchair and slowly walked out of the cabin.

Immediately, there were people standing around with thick quilts, and a big umbrella was also held on top.

If it doesn't snow today, there is no need to do this.

But there was snow at the moment, and the wind on the river was cold at the pier, so they moved so aggressively.

On the contrary, the envoy of Shanyong Nursing Home said that this need not be the case, and that a brief incident would not affect the emperor. But no one, including Zhu Yunxi, dared to take it lightly.

Even though Taiyuan Hospital has been using water for three years now, it still feels like it should be more careful at this time.

So Shan Yongnian, the envoy of the old hospital, had nothing to say.

It's only a short journey anyway.

When the old man was carried off the boat and entered the shed, Zhu Biao had already stepped forward.

"father……"

Zhu Biao knelt on one knee in front of the wheelchair, holding the armrests with both hands.

Worry was written on his face.

Since receiving the news that the old man fell ill again, the prince, who had been busy with state affairs all day, but had become more energetic, became exhausted in the blink of an eye.

Probably it was a bit cold today because of the rain. Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sitting in a wheelchair and wrapped in a thick wool blanket, looked a little lackluster.

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at the prince, with a smile on his face, and said in a weak tone: "I can't die yet, don't worry, your mother is not in a hurry to let me accompany her."

Zhu Biao was a little worried and turned to look at his son aside.

Zhu Yunxi said softly: "Back to my father, grandpa probably has good and bad weather because of the season. The Imperial Hospital thought that after returning to the palace, he would stabilize and get better gradually. For now, let's go to the city and return to the palace."

Zhu Biao nodded, stood up quickly and stepped aside: "Yes, yes, yes! Go back to the palace quickly. I have asked people to thicken the doors and windows of Qianqing Palace, and build fire walls for day and night heating. I have also set up a room next to the palace for the emperor. The hospital is always here to take care of you.”

As the prince spoke, he waved his hand to the officers and soldiers pushing the wheelchair to move quickly.

Everyone was busy in the shed for a while, and finally sent the old man to the chariot.

Under the protection of numerous imperial guards and imperial guards, the royal chariot finally carried the old man into the city and back to the palace.

The imperial chariot was very big, but because Shan Yongnian and Shui San had to accompany it, Zhu Biao, Zhu Yunxi and others got on the carriage at the back.

"The envoy of the old hospital is one of the leaders of Ming Dynasty's medical science. Although he can recover with careful care, he still cannot take it lightly. After all, it is the cold winter now..."

On the carriage, Zhu Biao looked at his son and two nephews with a solemn tone.

According to the saying in the countryside.

Once this person falls ill and it happens to be winter, it will be a very dangerous thing.

New Year's Eve.

New Year's Eve.

It’s not just about the end and beginning of a year.

There are many taboos and opinions about this among the people.

Even the seasons, annual rings, and changes in the seasonal transitions are also the transitions of human beings.

How many people have their red couplets turned into blank pieces of paper?

For a moment, the atmosphere in the carriage became solemn.

Zhu Shangbing said gloomily: "Uncle, don't worry. Grandpa is the founding emperor of our Ming Dynasty. He is blessed by God and prayed for by all the people. This time it's just a case of acclimatization and an occasional cold. It will definitely be fine."

The young man comforted others, but his own face was full of sadness.

Zhu Biao nodded and forced a smile: "The old man will naturally be blessed with great blessings!"

Zhu Yunxi pondered for a long time before speaking: "My grandfather fell ill this time and talked a lot with his son."

He was a little hesitant, but he still had to make it clear to the prince's father in advance about his abdication.

In order to prevent so many tedious things from happening all at once, everything in the palace and outside the palace, and in the government and the public, will be messed up.

More importantly, the prince's father must be able to accept this fact.

Zhu Biao had doubts on his face.

Zhu Yunxi explained: "Grandpa said a lot at that time. In addition to talking about the feud between the parents and the future of our Ming Dynasty. The most important thing is that grandpa wants to abdicate and let the Qintian Supervisor choose a good and auspicious day to pass the throne to you, my father."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Biao's expression immediately changed and he spoke in a deep voice.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

What Zhu Biao said was categorical and could not be persuaded.

He looked at Zhu Yunxi solemnly and said in a deep voice: "Your grandfather was in his prime in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the country was in the midst of the New Deal. How could he change his commander on the spot? Furthermore, since ancient times, there have been several ministers who have accepted the emperor's concession.

.Although my father does not have the title of emperor, he has held the power of emperor for many years because of your trust and love. Even if he cannot give in, he can still serve the country, govern the world, support the country, and benefit all people."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhu Biao said very firmly.

There is no unspoken process that requires three applications and three resignations.

He just didn't want to accept the old man's concession.

The Hongwu Dynasty was a very strange period.

If we count all the dynasties in detail, no dynasty can be like the Hongwu Dynasty. The emperor looked forward to the crown prince taking over the throne all day long.

There is no other dynasty where the prince is more loved by all the officials than the emperor, and the emperor is happy to see this happen.

Even powerful figures like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty were extremely strict in controlling and guarding against the current prince.

What happened to the prince of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty?

He was killed because of a witchcraft case.

What happened to the prince of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty?

The father and son were jealous, forced to rebel, and died.

Was Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty a qualified emperor?

Is Tang Taizong a qualified emperor?

If we look at the profession of emperor, what the two of them have done far exceeds the duties that the emperor himself should perform.

Even when future generations talk about the previous dynasty, they will inevitably take them as role models to educate future generations.

But none of their princes met a good end.

Where is Zhu Biao, the crown prince of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty?

After he was canonized as the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, he began to supervise the country.

Fundamentally speaking, the old man has always felt that he is a country boy and his success in the world is just due to luck.

When it comes to becoming an emperor, it must be a prince who has read a lot of books and has some complete imperial education, which is more suitable.

As an old man, I am just a man who wants to conquer the world.
To be continued...