The sound of everyone crying suddenly sounded in the hall, and even Zhu Biao, who had always been benevolent and filial, broke down in tears.
On the contrary, Lao Zhu had a smile on his face. He looked at everyone carefully starting from Zhu Biao. He smiled and said: "Birth, old age, illness and death are inevitable for everyone. Although I am an emperor, I still cannot escape life and death. I can see it.
You are already satisfied when you grow up and there is no need to be sad."
"Father~Son"
Seeing what Zhu Biao wanted to say, Lao Zhu shook his head slightly and said: "Okay, you are about to ascend the throne and become an emperor, why do you need to be so childish?"
Later, Lao Zhu looked at Han Du with a complicated expression for a long time. Finally he sighed and said: "You are known as the best in both lyrics and music. I'm leaving. Don't you have a song for me?"
Han Du knew that even just now, Lao Zhu had not completely given up on his murderous intention. It was not until this moment that Lao Zhu truly gave up his murderous intention on himself.
Seeing the expectant look in Lao Zhu's dying eyes, Han Du nodded heavily and said in a solemn voice: "Please wait a moment, Your Majesty, I will play a song for Your Majesty right now."
Turn around and ask the old eunuch to bring a guzheng and a big drum.
Han Du sat in front of the guzheng, with a big drum beside him. He grabbed the mallet and beat a low drum beat quickly. The sound rang in the hall, as shocking as a war drum, and instantly brought everyone's thoughts to the same place.
On the battlefield. ??
The sound of drums was dense, as if a war was about to break out! After several times, Han Du put his hands on the guzheng and instantly played the melodious sound of the instrument.
The sharp contrast made everyone feel dazed for a while~
Before they could recover, the melodious sound of the piano only lasted for a short time, and then began to become more and more urgent. The sound was high-pitched and intense, like a wave after another like the ocean tide, constantly adding fuel to the flames until the sound of the piano was pushed out.
to the peak.
There were already hundreds of civil and military officials kneeling outside the Qianqing Palace. Suddenly they heard the sound of a musical instrument coming from inside the palace. Everyone didn't know what was going on. However, the six ministers at the front did not move, and no one from the other officials dared to move.
Just as the sound of the piano continued to play, a feeling of boiling blood emerged from their hearts, and the hot temperature gradually spread throughout the body, making people's spirits constantly excited!
If the people outside the palace were like this, the people inside the palace would naturally be filled with shock!
When the song ended, everyone was immersed in the impassioned movement.
Only Lao Zhu asked in disbelief: "What kind of music is this?" He just said it casually, but who knew that Han Du actually gave him a surprise.
"Quan Yu Tianxia!" Han Du sat behind the guzheng and bowed respectfully.
"Quan Yu Tianxia?" Lao Zhu muttered to himself.
Then he laughed and praised: "Well, what a powerful person to rule the world, one song performed my magnificent life. Fang Guozhen, Zhang Shicheng, Chen Youliang! Let's be my enemy again in the next life!"
Lao Zhu's voice became louder and louder, and at the end it was like standing on the Golden Palace and commanding the heavens. But when it reached the end, it was the end.
As Lao Zhu's voice fell, his hands also dropped, and his eyes closed quietly.
Zhu Rui was the first to react. He quickly stepped forward and put a hand on his father's wrist. There was no pulse at all, which made him panic. Regardless, he stretched his hand to his father's neck again, and the result was that
"Fifth brother, how is your father?" Zhu Biao's expression suddenly changed, he came to his senses and asked quickly.
The tears in Zhu Zhu's red eyes suddenly rolled down like a bursting embankment, and she said with a full cry: "Father, father, father, passed away~"
"Father~"
"Father~Emperor~"
"The Emperor passed away!"
The officials kneeling outside the palace also received the news that the eunuch cried out in pain, and they all knelt down and worshiped on the ground.
"Your Majesty~"
On October 23, the thirty-first year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang died in the Qianqing Palace, only five months later than in history.
Although Han Du's arrival has changed a lot, for example, Zhu Biao is still alive. But Han Du cannot affect Lao Zhu's life or death too much, because historically he also died at the age of seventy-one.
Rather than saying that Lao Zhu died of illness, it is better to say that he died of old age. Seventy-year-old people are rare in ancient times, and those who can live to seventy-one years old have been rare since ancient times. Moreover, Lao Zhu still worked hard all his life, even day and night without stopping. The review memorial.
To be honest, for Lao Zhu, who stayed up late for many years, it was a miracle that he could live to be seventy-one years old!
Lao Zhu passed away, and Zhu Biao had to stand up no matter how sad he was.
First, he summoned hundreds of officials to publicly announce his father's last edict.
A country cannot live without a king for a day!
In the Fengtian Hall, Zhu Biao was wearing a dragon robe and a crown, sitting on a dragon chair.
Although Wang Yue, the chief eunuch of the Prince's Mansion, was still wearing a blue python suit and had a sad and sad expression on his face, the excitement and joy in his heart were indescribable to outsiders!
At Zhu Biao's signal, Wang Yue walked up to Danbi, unfolded the edict in his hand, and shouted: "Emperor Daxing's edict
"
"My ministers, please listen carefully to the holy will~"
All the officials knelt down together.
The imperial edict of Lao Zhu was made in the presence of the six ministers. All officials had known this for a long time, so no one had any objection to the edict, and no one had any objection to Zhu Biao being the emperor.
After Wang Yue finished reading the imperial edict, all the officials paid their respects and said: "I will pay my respects to the emperor. Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor~"
"Long live my emperor, long live long live~"
"Long live my emperor, long live long live~"
Now, Zhu Biao has the title of emperor, but he is not a real emperor yet. If he wants to become a real emperor, he still needs to take care of his father's funeral affairs and choose a good and auspicious day to pay tribute to heaven and earth. Only then can he be considered a complete successor. The emperor of great unification.
Zhu Biao looked at Chen Di, the Minister of Rites, and said, "Chen Aiqing."
"I'm here." Chen Di immediately stood up from the queue and bowed to Zhu Biao.
"The Ministry of Etiquette will be responsible for father's ominous ceremony. I will send the Yiluan Department and the Internal Affairs Department to coordinate and get this matter done."
"I obey the decree." The Ministry of Rites is responsible for carrying out the emperor's ominous rituals. This was originally within the scope of the Ministry of Rites' responsibilities, so Chen Di certainly agreed.
Moreover, the emperor also sent the Yiluan Department and the Internal Affairs Department to assist. To put it bluntly, in addition to keeping an eye on the Ministry of Rites, these two departments also provided all expenses for the Ministry of Rites.
Otherwise, even if the Ministry of Rites is taken apart and sold, it will not be able to afford such a large capital.
Zhu Biao waved his hand with a tired look and said: "My dear friends, please step aside."
Seeing Zhu Biao's tired look, the officials knew that he had been exhausted these past few days and did not dare to disturb Zhu Biao anymore, so they left obediently.
"Your Majesty, please leave!"
"Handu stays." Seeing the officials turn around, Zhu Biao added.
Han Du didn't move his feet at all and stood quietly the whole time.
Some of the ministers heard Zhu Biao's words, and most of them left Fengtian Hall without stopping, but a few of them subconsciously turned back to look at Han Du, with unknown expressions flashing in their eyes.
After all the ministers left, Zhu Biao stood up and waved to Han Du, saying, "Go for a walk with me."
"Your Majesty, it's time to call yourself me." Han Du reminded him slightly and followed Zhu Biao out of the palace with his hands lowered.
Zhu Biao was stunned when he heard this, looked at Han Du and smiled bitterly: "I really didn't react. I didn't expect that my father would leave me alone. First my mother left me, and then my father left me."
, It’s really a shame~”
Seeing that Zhu Biao had no intention of changing his words, Han Du immediately said seriously: "Your Majesty, no one knows which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident, but since it has already come, no matter how reluctant or reluctant the Emperor is, he can only be calm.
Face it. The emperor should know that from this moment on, whether the emperor is willing or not, the burden of the Ming Dynasty and hundreds of millions of people will fall on the shoulders of the emperor."
After Zhu Biao listened, his expression changed several times. Finally, he nodded solemnly and said forcefully: "You are right, I really have to cheer up, whether it is for the sake of the people in the world or for the sake of my father.
I must cheer up for your last wish!"
"It is a blessing for the hundreds of millions of people in the world that your emperor can understand." Han Du bowed slightly and replied.
Zhu Biao walked in front, and Han Du trailed one position behind him. The two of them just walked on the corridor around Fengtian Hall.
After a while, Zhu Biao said again: "Talking about my father's last wish, my father said in his edict that everything should be kept simple, and all the people in the world only need to cry for three days."
Sighing, Zhu Shou said with a tone full of sorrow: "But I feel that it is not worth it for my father. My father has worked hard all his life, but in the end, his affairs are not as good as those of ordinary rich people. How can I not be heartbroken?"
Woolen cloth?"
"Does the emperor want to give Emperor Daxing a grand burial?" Han Du asked guessing.
Zhu Biao nodded unabashedly in front of Han Du and said: "Of course I want my father to leave in a glorious way, but my father has issued a final edict! You have always been resourceful, can you think of a way for me?"
Han Du nodded and said: "Of course there is a way."
"Oh? Tell me quickly." Zhu Biao thought for a long time, torn between obeying his father's last edict and not being willing to let his father leave in such a deserted way. After thinking for a long time, he could not think of a way.
Han Du said: "The emperor has indeed issued a decree, allowing the people of the world to cry for only three days. This is because the emperor does not want to disturb the people of the world and delay their work and survival. The emperor knows very well that if he delays the people for one day, there will be fewer people.
A day's income will make life more difficult, so I don't want to burden the world with this matter."
"But the royal family is different from the people of the world. The people of the world can cry for three days, but the emperor can lead the royal family to perform sacrifices for the late emperor. In this way, it is the private matter of the royal family, and no one can say anything wrong with the emperor."
"Okay, good idea." Zhu Biao suddenly became happy.
After looking at Han Du, he sighed: "You still have a way. But I still have a worry. With my father's edict, if I do it grandly, I may be opposed by some ministers, who will say that I am wasting money.