Daming: The Sims, Lao Zhu’s mentality collapsed

Chapter 94 Wuchang

[Zhu Youyu thought he heard wrongly: "What did you say?"]

[You said with a smile: "In my name, go and summon the ministers into the palace. While I still have my last breath, announce to the ministers that I will be the emperor after my death."]

[Zhu Youyu was stunned for a moment, and then cursed angrily: "Zhu Gaoxu, you are really a lunatic! Your grandfather didn't abide by the rules. The throne was passed down to grandchildren but not to sons. Your father also didn't abide by the rules. The throne was passed down from generation to generation. You His mother is even crazier. If the eldest son does not pass it on, he will pass it on to my cousin. The etiquette of establishing the eldest son has been passed down for thousands of years. Throughout the dynasties, except for the Tang Dynasty who implemented the Xuanwu Sect inheritance law, everyone basically followed it. Those who obey the rules, why do they all start to break the rules when they come to our Lao Zhu’s house?”]

[Seeing the always elegant and easy-going Brother Yu being so angry for the first time, you couldn't help but giggle as your life was hanging by a thread. 】

[The more you laugh, the angrier Brother Yu becomes: "If you still laugh, you will die laughing! You can give the throne to someone else. I think you are really a dying man and your brain is not working well."]

[You gradually faded the smile on your face, and your eyes became calmer: "Brother Yu, you taught me, even I can see it, how could you not know it? With the vast territory of the Ming Dynasty, After my death, the imperial court has lost its backbone, and this huge empire will surely fall apart. Those survivors in the west who were destroyed by the Ming Dynasty are ambitious to restore their country, and the princes who guard the provinces are not fuel-efficient lamps. As soon as I die, within three years, the Ming Dynasty will fall into the chaos of warlord rule. You have been the prince and grand master for decades, how come you don’t know that my son can’t control this country?”]

[Zhu Youyu said slowly: "After you die, I will assist the new emperor and stabilize the situation. Don't you even believe me now?"]

[You yelled loudly: "The emperor who can barely hold on to the inheritance of his ancestors with the support of others deserves to be called an emperor!"]

[With your pride as high as the sky, how can you tolerate that your son is an emperor who needs Zhu Youyu's support to barely hold on to the country. If you can't be a master, don't show off, just go away and become a prince of peace. 】

[Zhu Youyu was silent for a long time, and said with a wry smile: "Didn't I help you up too?"]

[You almost choked to death before being hung up in one breath. 】

[Lies are hateful, but the truth is even more hurtful. 】

[It is true that if Brother Yu hadn't strategized and won thousands of miles back then, how could you have convinced the generals of Yan Division with your military exploits? I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to compete for the position of prince. If it weren't for Brother Yu's careful teachings over the years, how could you be worthy of being the Holy Emperor today? 】

[You become a little angry: "You want me to die without being able to rest in peace, right?"]

[Zhu Youyu wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh anymore. 】

[He looked at you lying on the dragon bed. At this time, you were already dying and could die at any time, relying on the breath in your chest to hang on. However, even if you can hold on to this tone, it is definitely not a good thing for you. Instead, it will only make you suffer in vain. 】

[Physical suffering is nothing to you. You have suffered countless wounds from swords and arrows throughout your military life. How could an emperor who walked out of a mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood be afraid of pain? 】

[What really tortures you is that your pride does not allow you to linger like this. 】

[Even if you die, you should die proudly with your head raised, instead of dying on the bed like you are now. 】

[The only belief that keeps you alive is to choose a wise king for Ming Dynasty before you die, so that you can die peacefully. 】

[Zhu Youyu let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and said, "I promise."]

[A satisfied smile finally appeared on your face. 】

[After all, he can’t say no to you, not to mention, this is your last request. 】

[In the winter of the 23rd year of Hongxi, you summoned the ministers at the Qianqing Palace and announced that the place of Zen was Zhu Youyu, the king of Zhou. 】

[In the same month, Zhu Youyu officially ascended the throne in Fengtian Hall, with the reign name "Wuchang". 】 【That day, he was dressed in a red dragon robe, covered with stars and the moon, as solemn and majestic as a dazzling sun. He stood there like a towering mountain. The ministers bowed their heads and pressed the tips of their noses against the white marble floor tiles in Fengtian Hall, as if this was the only way to show their respect for the new emperor. 】

[After seeing this scene, you can finally close your eyes with peace of mind. 】

【No more regrets. 】

[Simulation ends. 】

When Zhu Yuanzhang saw this, he still had some unfinished thoughts.

This is the most detailed of the characters he has simulated.

From two young children to two emperors who shouldered the burden of the empire side by side, Zhu Youyu finally put on that red dragon robe.

Lao Zhu murmured with complicated emotions: "It would be great if this were the boss and the fifth."

It's a pity that Prince Zhu Biao is destined not to live that day.

And Lao Wu also carries a secret that makes Lao Zhu puzzled. Lao Zhu always relies on his intuition to see people, but in Zhu Zhu's case, his intuition is like a small fish swimming into the vast sea and getting lost in it.

Lao Zhu felt weird when he thought of "Zhu's" demeanor when he was possessed by that person.

"Could it be that there is really such a thing as reincarnation in this world?" Zhu Yuanzhang scratched his head and asked himself.

……

At the Prince Wu's Mansion.

The cold wave after the new year is even more severe than in winter. This is the coldest season of the year. Even though Nanjing is like spring all year round, it is still chilly to the core.

On the eaves of the corridor, Zhu Xi, wearing a fox fur coat, set up a chessboard with black and white on it. He picked up the Huadiao wine that was burning on the stove, poured it into a blue and white porcelain wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

The person he was talking to was Liu Ji, a great scholar from Qingtian. Mr. Liu stared at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard and frowned. After a long time, he relaxed his brows and sighed: "I never thought that since I was fourteen years old, I would rarely lose if I play black first. I never thought that my undefeated record would be broken by His Highness at my old age."

"Concession, concession." Zhu Xi said with a smile, "I was just lucky enough to win against half a son. Master, in the end, I still didn't use my full strength when playing chess with a young man like me. Even so, I also let this king every time. Every move feels thrilling and I’m already sweating profusely.”

"Your Highness is still too humble." Liu Ji said with cupped hands, "Your Highness is willing to save some face for me, an old man who is half buried in the loess. I am very honored. But the chess field is like a battlefield. If you lose, you have to admit it. I lose." You must be convinced and accept the defeat."

Zhu Ting smiled without saying a word and picked up a cup to drink.

Liu Ji said with a wry smile: "When I was young, I often regarded myself as noble, thinking that I was talented, and treating others as if they were minions. But when I reached the age I am now, I realized that there are talented people from generation to generation. I will not be young forever, but I will always be young." Some people are young, and when I understood this truth, I realized that I was far behind young people."

The Qingtian scholar looked at Zhu Xi with burning eyes: "Your Highness, are you that young man?"

(End of this chapter)