If I fail to overcome the tribulation, I can only return to the Ming Dynasty and become a prince.

Chapter 4 Fat Dad Zhu Gaochi

Early the next morning, the fat prince Zhu Gaochi wanted to see his son first before having breakfast. As the prince of the prison, he had to deal with a lot of government affairs every day. He was busy with court affairs almost all day long, so he only had some time in the morning. Being able to accompany his son, who has been sleeping for eight years, is a habit he has developed over the years.

At that time, Zhu Zhanquan couldn't sleep. The one who was most sad was probably the Crown Princess Zhang's biological mother, but who cared the most was the generous and fat Crown Prince.

Even the Crown Princess, the mother-in-law, cannot come to see her son every day who has no hope of recovery. However, the Crown Prince, who is busy with government affairs every day, insists on visiting his son every day, and even tries his best to find his son everywhere. The doctor asked for medicine just to cure his son.

Zhu Zhanquan slept for eight years without any physical problems but was weak. This was all due to the care of the prince, who arranged for people to give Zhu Zhanquan massage every day and take good care of him.

The prince also developed the habit of visiting his son every morning before going to court.

But today was a little different. The second emperor's grandson had woken up after sleeping for eight years. When Zhu Gaochi came to see his son, he saw Zhu Zhanchun who was practicing martial arts in the yard.

Before falling into coma, Zhu Zhanjun had not learned martial arts. After all, he had not planned to compete with Zhu Zhanji for the throne. Naturally, he had no intention of scrambling for military power. Instead, he liked to collect various treasured ancient books and read some that would be invisible to future generations. books arrived.

However, after sleeping for eight years, Zhu Zhanqi has lost both energy and blood. Now he has to do some physical training to strengthen his muscles and bones. Otherwise, with his current small body, those healing pills would be difficult to take if he has enough spiritual energy. The instant he goes down, he will be dead due to lack of replenishment.

Reality is not a game. Taking high-level elixirs in the game is nothing more than a waste of money. But in reality, if you take the wrong elixirs, the huge aura of high-level elixirs will be enough to explode even a lesser monk, let alone a mortal. .

In fact, it's not just a matter of elixirs. The soul of a real person with golden elixirs is so powerful that it simply can't contain it without a matching physical body.

This is because Zhu Zhanquan was severely hit by the Heavenly Tribulation before, and his soul has declined to the extreme. Otherwise, his soul alone would be able to burst this physical body.

So much so that Zhu Zhanyu suspected that the reason why he slept for eight years was largely because his physical body could not accommodate the soul, and it took him eight years to adapt.

However, what happened in the past no longer meant much to Zhu Zhanchun. What he had to do now was to re-strengthen this physical body so that it could adapt to his soul after it became stronger.

After all, although his soul was almost split into pieces by the heavenly calamity, it was still the soul of a golden elixir monk. Although the golden elixir in his dantian was only one step away from the "broken elixir", it was still a golden elixir.

As long as he can repair his soul and golden elixir, he can return to the cultivation level of a golden elixir monk.

So now Zhu Zhanjun is like a poor man guarding a huge treasury. He needs to open the treasury door bit by bit in order to take out the money in the treasury and spend it.

And more importantly, it is easier to train and strengthen the body than to practice again.

Seeing Zhu Gaochi's arrival, Zhu Zhanquan stopped what he was doing and hurriedly greeted him: "Dad, why are you here?"

"I'm your father, can't I come and see my son?" Zhu Gaochi's fat, round face was full of smiles. He waved to Zhu Zhanqun and then continued: "In the eight years since you were comatose, My father has to visit you every day before he can go to court with peace of mind. This has become a habit. My son, you just woke up now. Your body is weak, so you should pay more attention to your self-cultivation! Previously, the North Korean Li family paid tribute to some Korean ginseng, saying it was nourishing. It's a good product for qi and blood. Dad will ask someone to bring you some when you get back. You have to replenish it, look at how thin it has become."

As he spoke, Zhu Gaochi stretched out his chubby hands to touch his son's arms, his face full of distress.

Let Zhu Gaochi pull his arm, Zhu Zhanquan retorted: "Dad, my son has slept for too long, and his blood and qi are not flowing smoothly all over his body. Moving his muscles and bones is just conducive to the circulation of qi and blood. He will take some time to recuperate his body." It recovered naturally.

Dad, you need to pay attention to your health. I see that your face is pale, your lips are black, and you also have symptoms of heart deficiency and shortness of breath. I think it is caused by the imbalance of Qi and blood caused by working hard day and night. If you don't pay attention to your health, your life span will be affected. "

Historically, although Zhu Gaochi succeeded to the throne and became emperor after Zhu Di's death, he, Emperor Renzong, died after only ten months in office. It can be said that during the Yongle period, he had already become ill from overwork due to long-term supervision of the country.

According to Zhu Zhanquan's plan before he fell asleep, he wanted to plan the daily routine for the prince's father, so that he would pay attention to his health so that his life would not be as short-lived as in history.

However, being comatose for eight years has really delayed so many things, so that now Zhu Zhanquan can see just how bad the body of the executive deputy emperor of the Ming Dynasty is in front of him just by looking at it with his naked eyes.

So Zhu Zhanquan hurriedly said: "Dad, since you come to see me every morning, then starting from tomorrow, dad, you can practice martial arts with me. I will teach you a set of physical fitness skills. As long as you do it once every morning, you can It is very good for promoting qi, blood circulation, and strengthening muscles and bones. As long as you persist every day, your body will soon be as strong as my second uncle."

"You brat, you started taking care of your father and me as soon as you woke up, and you are as strong as your second uncle? Why is your kung fu so amazing? If our Ming Dynasty had such amazing kung fu, why not hurry up and let the army officers learn it , train each of them to be a fierce general like your second uncle, and your grandfather's Northern Expedition will not be so hard." Zhu Gaochi has not liked martial arts since he was a child, and he didn't take Zhu Zhanqi's words to heart at all.

But Zhu Zhanjuan refused to give up. He pulled Zhu Gaochi and begged: "Father, just listen to me. Your body is really not good if you don't exercise your bones. The second uncle is full of Nanjing. Grandpa said to him, 'My son is so sick. You should encourage me, isn't it because you are in poor health, dad? If you could mount a horse, shoot a bow, and lead troops to fight like grandpa, how could you do so many things?"

Zhu Zhanquan's words naturally came from the bottom of his heart. Ming Renzong can be said to be one of the best emperors among the many emperors of the Ming Dynasty. Not everyone can get the posthumous title of Ren.

However, after Zhu Gaochi heard Zhu Zhankun's words, the expression on his face suddenly became ugly, and he couldn't help complaining: "Who is whispering in your ears? Are there any rules anymore? You have just woken up and have to worry about these things."

Just as he said that, the expression on Zhu Gaochi's face became depressed again, and he didn't know that Zhu Di was dissatisfied with him.

But despite this, Zhu Gaochi still nodded and agreed after a painful hesitation: "Okay, okay, it's up to you. Starting from tomorrow, dad will practice martial arts with you."

In Zhu Gaochi's view, practicing martial arts with his son every morning was also a way to compensate for the lack of communication between Zhu Zhanquan and himself in the past eight years, so he agreed.

Zhu Zhanju also smiled when he heard that Zhu Gao agreed to practice martial arts with him. He took out a red fruit from his sleeve and handed it to Zhu Gaochi: "Dad, you haven't had breakfast yet. Eat a fruit first to cushion your stomach." .”

(End of this chapter)