Zhu Yuanzhang loved reading and grew up through self-study.
Even now, no matter how busy he is with government affairs, he will spare an hour every day to read widely.
The current system of the Ming Dynasty, including the many classics and annotations passed down to later generations, were basically written by Zhu Yuanzhang himself, with Han Lin as an assistant.
How could Zhu Yuanzhang not understand what Da Sun said now?
In other words, he is just like me, he is completely self-taught and has the temperament of a scholar.
Having said this, Zhu Yuanzhang was also a little proud. He is our eldest grandson, and his methods are the same as mine.
Seeing that the old man still had a smile on his face, Zhu Ying obviously felt nothing. He had no choice but to ask again: "Old man, why did your eldest grandson die young?"
When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, his smile froze, and he suddenly fell silent.
After a long time, he said: "He was born with insufficient heart energy and died of heart blockage."
Zhu Ying was confused for a moment, but then immediately realized that in future generations, this disease would be congenital heart disease.
After Zhu Yuanzhang finished speaking, his eyes were a little erratic, and the memories of ten years ago seemed like yesterday.
From a certain day on, the eldest grandson cried non-stop every day.
The childish voice kept shouting:
"Grandma, I feel so uncomfortable, my chest hurts so much."
"I don't want to take medicine, it's so painful!"
"Grandpa, hug me. My grandson hurts so much. It feels like someone is strangling my neck. Grandpa helped me drive him away. I can't breathe."
Zhu Yuanzhang held his eldest grandson in his arms and watched his cries of pain, his whole heart was broken.
The older girl was so miserable that she burst into tears.
After a series of imperial doctors failed to treat him, they were all executed by the furious Zhu Yuanzhang.
Because of this incident, nearly half of the imperial doctors in the entire Imperial Hospital were executed by Zhu Yuanzhang. The originally lively Imperial Hospital suddenly became deserted and everyone was in danger.
Under the endless grief, Queen Ma could no longer bear it and fell ill in bed.
At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was in his fifties, felt a deep sense of powerlessness even as the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
He could only watch helplessly as his beloved grandson died of pain, and the medicine and stone were of no use.
Bad news comes one after another. The blow of the grandson's death from illness has not yet passed, and his beloved Queen Ma is on the verge of life and death again.
Devastated by grief and exhausted mentally and physically, Empress Ma was determined to die.
In the end, he refused to take the medicine, and only asked Zhu Yuanzhang not to execute the imperial doctors again, so as to accumulate some moral virtue for his grandson, and then pass away.
Zhu Ying looked at the old man in front of him with tears streaming down his face, knowing that this had brought back memories in his heart.
With the old sorrow, the comfort from others did not have much effect. Zhu Ying remained silent and quietly waited for the old man to recover.
After about a stick of incense, Zhu Yuanzhang, whose eyes were a little dull, slowly turned around. When he saw Zhu Ying, he regained some brilliance and gradually recovered.
"Old man..." Zhu Ying called softly.
"We're fine. We've been here for so many years. You can't defeat me again. It's just that I'm getting older and I always think of some past events."
Zhu Yuanzhang felt Zhu Ying's concern and said with tears in his smile.
Now that the eldest grandson is back, he finally has a sense of sustenance in his heart.
If things were different, recovery might not be so easy.
The palace is so big that it is easy for people to feel lonely.
Looking at the intact eldest grandson in front of him, Zhu Yuanzhang looked a little dazed and said angrily: "Those quack doctors should all die. They can't even treat the eldest grandson's illness well, so what's the use of them?"
After finishing speaking, he said to Zhu Ying with some distress: "I'm sorry for you. I just looked at you like this and cried out, but couldn't help at all. We are really useless."
"Dasun, you will forgive us, right?"
Zhu Ying looked at the old man's pleading eyes and couldn't bear it.
However, when I think about it, I just don't want the old man to be stuck here all the time.
He couldn't stay in the capital for long and stayed with the old man all the time.
After waiting for a few days from the War Bureau and the Gunpowder Department, he will leave the capital and set off for Annan in less than half a month.
Now, because I feel sorry for the old man, I lie to him and let him immerse himself in his own world. I am afraid that when I leave, I will be even more unable to accept it.
It's better to stop thinking about it as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Zhu Ying gritted his teeth and said: "Old man, you must have some understanding of the symptoms of congenital heart qi deficiency and heart paralysis."
"Even after a disease like this is cured, you won't be able to work too much in this life, and you can only rely on medicinal materials to survive."
"There are no traces of such illness on my body."
Anyone with a little knowledge of congenital heart disease knows that even if it is cured by surgery later in life, strenuous exercise is not allowed.
It is easy to cause insufficient blood supply to the myocardium and cause myocardial infarction, otherwise there is a certain chance of recurrence.
Especially in ancient times, there was no surgical treatment and could only rely on maintenance.
When he woke up, he didn't feel like this. Apart from some bruises, as if he had been beaten, he was otherwise in good health.
When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he looked at Zhu Ying, who was as thin as a scholar, with a look of disbelief.
Zhu Ying felt the old man's gaze and was speechless.
In the clothing of the Ming Dynasty, men mostly wore long, straight and wide clothes made of blue cloth, and their figure was hard to see.
In ancient times, the concept of being strong generally meant being tall and strong.
Zhu Ying was influenced by the aesthetics of later generations and was particular about body shaping. She had a good figure that was as finely crafted as a knife or an axe.
From the perspective of the Ming Dynasty, especially when covered by long clothes, he looked as thin as a scholar.
In normal actual combat, based on absolute strength comparison, those who can really fight are all physically huge.
Many generals who were very capable in fighting in the Ming Dynasty, in the eyes of later generations, looked like fat uncles without their armor.
This is the origin of the later secular name "General's belly". Most of the names used to describe a general are nine feet in length and ten girth in waist.
"Old man, don't believe it. Few generals can beat me." Zhu Ying couldn't help but say, he has strong self-confidence in terms of the value of force.
Looking around the Ming Dynasty, he really has never seen anything that can make him afraid.
"We believe it. I definitely believe what the great grandson said." Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile.
It's just that the searching look in his eyes is too obvious.
Hearing the old man's perfunctory reply, Zhu Ying couldn't bear it.
He stood up directly, walked to a slightly open area aside, and started to take off his clothes.
When Zhu Yuanzhang saw this, he looked at it leisurely. He wanted to see how the great grandson could prove his bravery.
As the clothes were gradually taken off, Zhu Ying's upper body figure was directly revealed.
Putting aside the streamlined muscles like a cheetah, the dense scars made Zhu Yuanzhang, a veteran of the battlefield, stand up involuntarily.
Looking at the horrifying scars that crisscrossed his body, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were full of shock.
What has his eldest grandson gone through in the past ten years to have such traces?
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