Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 15: Lao Zhu: Seeing this rat stealing my house, I feel itchy
"I'm coming……"

Seeing the fleet with large red flags slowly approaching, a shout was heard on the shore.

A group of people in mourning clothes knelt on the shore of the dock, staring intently at the approaching fleet.

The old man who was sitting in the carriage waiting for him came out and glanced at the crowd in mourning clothes. He said nothing and turned his gaze to the boats in the center of the river.

When the others saw that the old man didn't say anything, they pretended not to see anything.

"Dad, should we send someone to persuade them? If they cry too hard and upset Grandpa, it will be troublesome."

Zhu Zhanji, who was standing next to Zhu Pangpang, glanced at the crowd on the shore and made a suggestion in a low voice.

Fatty Zhu, who was watching the boats in the river, glanced at the old man standing on the carriage after hearing this and whispered, "No need. After all, they have fought for your grandfather all their lives, and those who should be punished have already been punished. In view of their past contributions, your grandfather will not make things difficult for their families anymore."

Zhu Zhanji nodded in understanding, then cast his eyes towards Jiang Zhongxin, and said with some anticipation: "I haven't seen you for two years, and I don't know what the second brother is like now. He said he went to look for medicine to treat grandma, I wonder if he found it."

"Shh!"

Zhu Pangpang quickly covered Zhu Zhanji's mouth, turned his head to look at the carriage behind him, and lectured him unhappily: "Why are you bringing this up again? You are really asking for trouble. If you make your mother angry, the three of us will not have a good life before the New Year."

Zhu Zhanji felt a little scared when he heard this and carefully glanced at the carriage behind him.

When I saw the pair of expectant eyes behind the carriage curtain, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Crackling..."

The boat gradually approached, firecrackers were heard on the shore, and pieces of paper money were thrown into the air and drifted into the river with the wind.

The soul-calling flags on the shore rustled in the river breeze, but they still couldn't hide the sad cries.

"Let Duke Qi and the others go ashore first."

Looking at the white team, Zhu Zhanjun sighed and called Xiaohu to let the boat carrying the coffins dock first.

Xiaohu responded and waved the flag in his hand a few times. The boat behind him sped up and approached the shore first.

"father…"

"master!"

When the coffin containing the tablet of the deity was carried out, the crowd in mourning clothes kneeling on the shore could no longer hold back and rushed up to lie on the coffin carried by the officers and soldiers and burst into tears.

The old man, who had returned to the carriage, looked at the five coffins being carried out, and could not hide the sadness in his eyes.

These were his subordinates who had followed him in his battles. Although the defeat made him very angry, it was impossible to say that there was no emotion involved.

Thinking of the old brothers who had left him one by one, and his first wife who was paralyzed in bed in the palace, had lost the ability to speak, and could only communicate with her eyes, the old man inexplicably felt a sense of loneliness in his heart.

"Alright, alright, stop crying here. Carry him back and cry slowly. His Majesty is still waiting."

Zhu Gaoxu, the Prince of Han, who was guarding the carriage, noticed the old man's sadness and thought he was tired of the crying of these people, so he hurried forward and urged them to leave.

When these grieving people heard the King of Han mention the old man, they were shocked and remembered that their own dukes and dukes were charged with crimes.

If their crying angers His Majesty and the punishment that was originally intended to be for only one person ends up implicating the entire family, they will regret it forever.

"My dear brothers, the Second Imperial Grandson brought my father and I back. We cannot just leave like this. We should kowtow to express our gratitude to the Second Imperial Grandson."

A man in his thirties stopped several young men and expressed his thoughts.

Several young men reacted instantly.

"Brother Qiu Yuan is right. We can never forget this kindness, and we must thank you."

Led by a young man named Qiu, the group came to the dock and waited silently for Zhu Zhanjun to come ashore.

After the coffin left, the boat Zhu Zhanjun was on approached the dock.

"We thank Your Highness on behalf of our entire family. If Your Highness gives us any orders in the future, we will do our best to obey you even if it means death." Zhu Zhanjun had just been helped ashore by Xiaohu when the man named Qiu Yuan, leading the people behind him, knelt down and saluted Zhu Zhanjun.

"My brothers, there is no need to do this. This is within our responsibility."

Zhu Zhanjun understood their identities and hurried forward to support them.

Qiu Yuan raised his head, his face already covered with tears.

"Your Highness, Second Grandson, you brought back the immortal bodies of our fathers, fulfilling our filial piety and giving us a second life."

He glanced at the others behind him and choked up, "We are criminals and don't know how to repay you, Your Highness. This is the only way."

As he said this, he broke free from Zhu Zhanjun, stepped back on his knees, and kowtowed several times with everyone else.

The force was so great that the bluestone slabs echoed.

Zhu Zhanjun did not stop them and let more than a dozen people kowtow.

When Qiu Yuan raised his head, his forehead was already blue and red, with traces of blood oozing out from the dusty wound on his forehead.

Zhu Zhanjun sighed and stepped forward to help the other person up.

Zhu Zhanjun is actually a very cheerful person. He hates being in such an environment the most, as it makes him feel depressed.

But ever since he took over the legion until now, there have been nothing but wars, fighting and death, which have made him feel a little depressed.

"Brothers, I feel your kindness. Go back. My family is still waiting for you. I will go there to pay my respects when I have time."

Qiu Yuan knew that the emperor was still waiting behind and they couldn't waste too much time.

He nodded, stood up, bowed to Zhu Zhanjun, and then turned and left.

"Play drums and music."

After Qiu Yuan and his group left, a loud shout suddenly rang out.

Bursts of drum music rang in his ears. Zhu Zhanjun looked and saw teams carrying royal ceremonial guards lined up on both sides.

The old man whom I hadn't seen for two years came to greet me with a happy face, bringing his father, who had become a little rounder.

Seeing the close family, Zhu Zhanjun also smiled. He straightened his clothes, took off the knife from his waist, handed it to Xiaohu behind him, and quickly walked up to them.

“Crunch, crunch…”

However, after taking a few steps, Zhu Zhanjun heard a sound of grinding teeth, and asked Old Zhu in confusion: "Grandpa, did you hear any sound?"

Looking at the image of his fourth son dressed in imperial attire, Old Zhu gritted his teeth and said, "It's nothing, just a mouse that stole my house."

Zhu Zhanjun felt happy, realizing that the old man was so angry when he saw his grandfather's rebellious son.

"Hahaha, you good bastard, you made us proud."

Without waiting for Zhu Zhanjun to salute, the old man walked forward with a big laugh, put his hand under Zhu Zhanjun's armpit, and lifted Zhu Zhanjun up with force.

Such a warm and familiar action brought a smile to Zhu Zhanjun's face.

When he saw his father Zhu Pangpang, who was following behind the old man with a look of pride in his eyes, and his elder brother Zhu Zhanji, who was giving him a thumbs up, and his second and third uncles, who were smiling but with dangerous eyes, his smile became even more intense.

The old man's hype indirectly helped him and he gained a lot of fame and prestige.

The emperor held high his head and laughed happily. How many people in ancient and modern times could enjoy such treatment?
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