Spoiler History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 721: Fate or Fate
"This...is absolutely impossible!"

In Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, the light curtain in front of him that was as tall as the two men was rippling like water waves, and the sound coming from it was faint and a little unclear.

The door of the Huagai Palace faces south, and the sun should have been shining brightly at this time, but he saw snowflakes floating in.

And along with the snowflakes, a thin and tall figure entered the hall.

A golden dragon swam in the black robe, with patterns on the robe. His cheeks were much thinner and there seemed to be infinite coldness in his eyes. He simply stood with his hands behind his back, and an invisible pressure spread out.

He was very familiar with this kind of pressure. After Hu Weiyong was executed, these invisible and intangible things began to spread around him, and the pressure from the figure in front of him became even heavier.

Emperor Ming could see it very clearly at this moment. This was another self, older, but also more fierce.

"Chongba..."

The light and shadow in front of him shattered, and he returned to the familiar Huagai Palace. The light curtain in front of him seemed to be much colder.

What I saw just now did not seem to be an illusion, but all the heroic spirit between the brows of that "myself" was completely destroyed by the red eyes.

This "self" is muttering many things he would never say, making many promises he would never make, and shedding many tears he would never shed.

"Chongba..."

The black robe was stained with snow, the white hair was covered with frost, and the sharp "self" collapsed.

Begging, cursing, and ordering, no matter how hard the emperor tried, he could not overcome the separation between Yin and Yang.

That "self" was nothing like himself, but it truly put in front of him a fact that he had never wanted to think about before: everyone has a destiny.

I squeezed my lungs hard, and then tried to stretch them open, trying to take as much air as possible into my body. It seemed that only this way could I wash away the unhappiness and the things I didn't want to think about.

"Chongba..."

He finally came to his senses.

The smile on his wife's face was cheerful and he was very familiar with it.

During the most difficult times, it was with this smile that she told him about the stories of the Chinese ancestors who overcame difficulties. It was also with this smile that she comforted those who were afraid to fight.

"I'm in good health now, why do you worry about these things that don't make any sense?"

The Queen would sometimes imitate his speech to tease him, but this time he couldn't laugh.

After he finished speaking, he also looked at the queen and clapped her other hand downwards:
"Don't cry, don't cry, isn't mommy here fine?"

"How can mother bear to let you guys go?"

Looking down, the eldest son and several sons were holding the queen's calves with tears on their faces and crying breathlessly.

But when he looked at this scene and thought of the words "the prince died", Zhu Yuanzhang felt his heart tighten.

In the blur, he seemed to hear another sigh:
"How pitiful!"

With anger rising up, Zhu Yuanzhang carefully pulled his hand out of his wife's hand, then stepped closer to the light curtain that was much higher than him.

Then his steps were stopped by a bald man lying on the ground.

"I understand your majesty's anger, but if you want to change your fate, you need to know it first."

"The Empress is known for her kindness and virtue, and the Crown Prince is filial, friendly and benevolent. They are all the blessings of our Ming Dynasty. I hope Your Majesty will think before you act."

Zhu Yuanzhang remembered that this was the monk Daoyan from Tianjie Temple. It was said that he was quite talented and that the Huagai Hall needed a monk to listen to him, so he summoned him here. However, at this time, he was indeed curious about what Daoyan said:

"Can fate be changed?"

"If you don't know, it's fate. If you know it too little, it's not fate."

"Now that you know it, it is already your destiny. Why do you need to know your fate?" "It is a matter of life and death. From what I can see, both the queen and the prince are in good health. If you want to change your fate, you need to know the reason."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked up for a long while, shook his head, sat down again, and carefully placed the queen's hand on his cheek.

Closing his eyes and feeling the warmth, Ming Tianzi murmured:
"Don't worry, sister. I will never let you..."

He was also confused because of his concern. In fact, he remembered it after being interrupted by Monk Daoyan just now.

Whether it is Liu Bei capturing Cao or Emperor Taizong of Tang conquering Japan, these are all very different from the history books.

And what Song Taizu meant seemed to be that Song Taizong had become a monk, so the events of the Song Dynasty might be completely different from what we have read in history books.

Since the Han, Tang and Song dynasties were like this, how could the Ming Dynasty not change its fate?
No matter what the immortals or gods behind the light curtain think, Zhu Yuanzhang will never let his wife embark on such a fate!
As for the method to change one's fate, let's listen to what this young man says and see if he can figure out the reason. If not, then we can ask Emperor Taizong of Tang who is said to have a similar fate.

As for Biao'er...when Zhu Yuanzhang turned around and saw his eldest son lying on his wife's lap, he felt his eyes getting a little hot.

……

In Ganlu Palace, Li Chengqian had no time to doubt his fate before he witnessed his mother's "death" with his own eyes.

The "mother" had the same gentle look in her eyes, and the "father" had the same combination of majesty and tenderness. Hearing the "mother" calling out "Cheng Qian, is that Cheng Qian?"

Li Chengqian suddenly burst into tears.

While wiping away her eldest son's tears, Empress Changsun leaned over and whispered in his ear some of the differences between the records of the Tang Dynasty and those of later generations over the years, and that Sun Simiao now conducted a special diagnosis every two months, to reassure him.

Although Li Shimin tried to remain calm, his calmness was eventually shattered when he saw the "himself" on the screen losing control of himself:

"Sun Yaowang..."

"My hidden illnesses have been cured, and my accumulated evils have been almost eliminated."

Sun Simiao was already used to this, so he told Li Shimin everything before he could ask any specific questions:
"And now Her Majesty the Queen still practices the Five Animal Exercises every day, and now she is in better health than before."

"Your Majesty, don't worry. After adjusting your diet and limiting your diet, your Majesty's life span will definitely not exceed this number!"

Li Shimin felt relieved and said with a smile:

"Nowadays, the Tang Dynasty may lack me, but it cannot lack the Medicine King."

Sun Simiao rolled his eyes at this. If it weren't for the fact that His Majesty would always ask him in detail every few months out of concern, he would have almost believed the praise.

Looking back at the mother and son leaning against each other, Li Shimin smiled and turned his head to look at the light curtain again, with a little confusion between his eyebrows:
The prince who was regarded as a treasure by Emperor Hongwu actually rebelled? This shouldn't happen, right?

……

Compared to the solemnity of the Huagai Hall and the casualness of the Ganlu Hall, the atmosphere in the Guangzheng Hall in Bianliang is much more lively:

"Zhao Guangyi, don't run!"

"You monk, explain it clearly to me!"

The Guangzheng Hall is not small, and there are not many people visiting here at the moment. In this huge space, Li Yu and Zhao Guangyi are one fleeing and one chasing.

Zhao Guangyi, who was running ahead with his monk's robe lifted up, even had the energy to look back:
"Donor Li, those are just the figments of later generations' imagination. Why do you care about them? Why do you care about them? Why do you cling to them?"

The others stood aside, and Qian Chu shook his head:
"Master Kong Jiong has good legs."

Zhao Kuangyin did not comment, but just looked up and thought about the Ming Dynasty.

Seeing that no one cared, Qian Chu hesitated and stretched out his leg.

　I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, so I'm rushing to write something tonight. No need to wait for the second update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)