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

Chapter 299: Holy Martial Nine Heavens, Unifying the Universe

"As expected of my son, he looks so majestic in this robe!"

The third day of the twelfth lunar month, one quarter before midnight.

Forbidden City, inside the Qianqing Palace.

My mother, Zhang, adjusted Zhu Zhanjun's crown and robes, stepped back a few steps, looked him up and down for a moment, nodded repeatedly with satisfaction, and couldn't help praising him.

Zhu Pangpang, who was standing by, rolled his eyes as he listened.

"Are you praising your son or yourself?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gestured, asking Zhu Zhanjun to turn around to see if there was anything wrong.

Zhang snorted and said dissatisfiedly: "Why, am I wrong? Without me, there would be no such thing as this brat today."

Zhu Zhanjun, who was stretching his hand in circles for his wife to check if there was anything wrong, was amused by his mother's words, but still nodded in agreement.

"That's right, without my mother, I wouldn't be where I am today. My mother, Zhang, should be the greatest mother of all time."

"Hahaha, you little bastard, you're the only one who's sweet-talking."

Zhang blushed and patted her own little brat with a smile on her face.

Huo Wenxiu, who was standing by, listened to the conversation between her mother-in-law and her husband with a smile on her face, but her hands were busy checking every piece of clothing her husband was wearing to prevent any wrinkles that would affect her husband's imperial demeanor.

"How are your preparations? The time is almost here."

Old Zhu came in with Queen Ma and asked about the preparations.

When I saw Zhu Zhanjun dressed in a crown and robes, my eyes lit up instantly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, good boy, you look like me when I was young, but it's a pity that you are not as good looking as me."

Empress Ma rolled her eyes and walked forward to help her great-grandson's wife while continuing to criticize Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Come on, look at what you looked like when you were young, your skin was as rough as a stone mill, and your face was full of pits. I must be blind to like you, otherwise you would be single for the rest of your life."

"You were still pretty when you were young, I don't even want to say anything about you."

"Hehe..." Old Zhu scratched his head and did not refute his wife's words.

Indeed, when he first joined the rebel army, he was a low-level soldier, exposed to the wind and sun all day long, and his skin and appearance were really not as good as those of Zhu Zhanjun, who lived a life of luxury.

"Girl, go change your clothes too, don't delay the auspicious time."

After helping Zhu Zhanjun tidy up his clothes and making sure everything was fine, Empress Ma asked Huo Wenxiu to change her clothes first.

Zhu Zhanjun will ascend the throne today, and will also crown a queen and appoint a crown prince as the heir.

The candidates were naturally his wife and the little one Zhu Qirui.

Huo Wenxiu is a virtuous woman. Not only is she filial to her elders, she also gave birth to Zhu Zhanjun's eldest son, who is currently his only son.

The Yanhuang people emphasized the harmony of yin and yang, so if there was an emperor there must naturally be a queen.

Regardless of her merits and moral character, and the fact that she is the legal wife, she is naturally the only candidate for the queen.

As for the little guy's position as crown prince, this is also a must.

The crown prince can stabilize the hearts of the people and represents the inheritance of the throne. Although there have been very few crown princes who have truly succeeded to the throne since ancient times, this must exist.

In simple terms, you can do without it, but you can't live without it.

Huo Wenxiu's makeup is already done, she just needs to change her clothes.

After the couple changed their clothes, Old Zhu led the way with a solemn face and headed to the new Taimiao, ready to worship their ancestors first.

If you are going to settle down in the new world, you naturally have to tell your ancestors.

The old man was already waiting there. Under the auspices of the Ministry of Rites, Old Zhu led everyone to burn incense and kowtow to the ancestors of the Zhu family.

The series of tedious rituals lasted until almost dawn.

After inviting the ancestors over, Zhu Zhanjun, under the escort of ceremonial guards, came to the imperial road and went to the Fengtian Hall.

Fengtian Hall was the original name, which was later changed to Huangji Hall or Taihe Hall.

Zhu Zhanjun naturally would not use the name used by the Qing Dynasty, so he changed the name of the palace back to its original name.

The old man followed the team and looked at the palace he ordered to be built. He couldn't help but whispered, "I remember this kid said that he would never live in this palace, saying that the formaldehyde exceeded the standard. But it turned out that before I even lived there for a day, he ascended the throne here."

Zhu Zhanji, who was following beside him, couldn't help but laugh and said, "Grandpa, he is not the first one. There are countless others before him."

"Humph." The old man glared at him and said, "I need you to remind me."

Suddenly, a burst of muffled laughter sounded all around, and the loudest laugh came from Zhu Houzhao.

After all, he was the emperor who officially ascended the throne here.

Now he has a feeling of time and space confusion.

In his future world, his second great-grandfather ascended the throne and became emperor.

My goodness, it feels awkward no matter how I think about it.

The team moved forward slowly all the way until they arrived in front of the Fengtian Hall, where they officially separated.

Zhu Zhanjun walked around the main hall and prepared to enter from the back hall.

Lao Zhu and others were waiting outside the hall. Later they would enter as royal family members along with the civil and military officials.

"At your command, court is in session!"

As the first ray of sunlight shone from the east, a young eunuch walked out of the hall and shouted to Old Zhu and the others. The voice was loud and clear, without any shrillness, but instead had a solemn and majestic feeling.

"At your command, court is in session!"

The voice was transmitted from one level to another and soon reached the Meridian Gate.

"Creak, creak, creak..."

The closed Meridian Gate slowly opened, and a group of burly generals marched out slowly in neat steps amid the booming sound of cannon salutes.

After they stood up, the officer on duty placed his hand on the sword at his waist, facing the Anmen Gate in the distance, and shouted in a deep voice: "In compliance with your command, the Ming Dynasty will begin!"

As the great Han general's voice fell, solemn musical instruments sounded.

The civil and military officials who had been waiting outside Anmen for a long time, led by Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Li Jing, Gongsun Qi, Xu Da and others, walked in in a line.

Every official had a very serious expression, and the Ming Dynasty robes they wore brought out their aura to the climax.

The newly developed video cameras and still cameras on both sides recorded this historic moment.

These pictures and photos will be talked about by countless people in the future. They are also what countless people yearn for, so naturally they have to be recorded.

The officials walked slowly forward and soon arrived outside the Fengtian Hall.

All the people from Wendong and Wuxi stood in silence and looked towards the gate of Fengtian Hall.

"Squeak!"

As the door slowly opened, Zhu Zhanjun walked out in a crown and robes.

Everyone looked at Zhu Zhanjun straight, with excitement, enthusiasm and admiration in their eyes.

After more than 200 years, this yellow land finally welcomed back their Han emperor.

The Han flag is once again flying over this land.

Zhu Zhanjun stood in front of the gate of Fengtian Hall, looked at the civil and military officials below, and took a deep breath.

After countless intrigues, life-and-death battles, he finally ascended the throne.

Although it is the second world, once he ascends to this position, the Ming world will also be under his rule.

On the evening of the first day of the Lunar New Year, he chatted with the old man for a long time.

The old man told him a lot about his experience of being an emperor and some experience of governing the world.

Zhu Zhanjun understood it in his heart.

This is inheritance, this is the inheritance given to him by the old man, skipping his father and passing that position to him spiritually.

Looking up at the red sun slowly rising in the east, Zhu Zhanjun secretly clenched his fists and strode towards the huge tripod.

This giant tripod is made of almost all kinds of materials collected from the entire world, which symbolizes the unification of the world and the sky!
Zhu Zhanjun walked to the side of the tripod. Old Zhu took a burning torch, walked to Zhu Zhanjun's side, and solemnly handed over the torch.

"Kid, go ahead!"

These four simple words express Lao Zhu's inner feelings.

He ignited the fire of the Ming Dynasty, allowing the Ming Dynasty to exist for ten thousand years.

The uselessness of later generations led to the end of the Ming Dynasty.

But the sky did not stop shining, and the descendants of the Zhu family once again let the sun and the moon illuminate the entire Yanhuang Emperor.

He lit the torch today, which is the flame of inheritance. He hopes that his descendants can make the Ming Dynasty prosperous again and shine forever.

Zhu Zhanjun lifted up his robe and kowtowed deeply to Old Zhu.

The senior officials who knew the inside story were somewhat moved, while the lower-level officials thought that it was Zhu Zhanjun's respect for the Zhu family elder.

After all, what was publicized to the outside world was that this old man named Zhu Yuan was the great-grandfather of the emperor who was about to ascend the throne.

Old Zhu nodded slightly, and after Zhu Zhanjun stood up, he handed the torch in his hand to Zhu Zhanjun personally.

Feeling the residual warmth in his hands, Zhu Zhanjun turned to the cauldron and threw the torch into it.

"boom!"

Flames rose instantly. Zhu Zhanjun came to the altar, faced the tripod, raised the wine jar in his hand, and under the gaze of everyone, Zhu Zhanjun spoke loudly: "I, Zhu Zhanjun, announce to the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and the sky..."

The familiar words made Old Zhu, who was watching, fall into memories.

He said the same thing many years ago, and today the words ring true again.

Look at the people around you.

Xu Da, Lan Yu, Li Shanchang, all the familiar faces made him feel as if he had returned to that day. He couldn't help but whisper to himself: "Your humble servant, I will respond to the will of heaven and the will of the people to eliminate the century-old trouble..."

"I: I will obey the will of heaven, obey the will of the people, drive out the Tartars, restore our dignity, gather the hearts of the people, and unite the soul of the nation..."

Zhu Zhanjun's voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word he spoke touched the hearts of those who heard it.

His voice was transmitted outside the palace through the surrounding megaphones, and the people who heard it were moved to tears.

No one knew better than them how hard their lives were under the oppression of the Qing Dynasty.

No one understood better than them how much confidence the restoration of Han people's clothing brought them.

Some elderly people even knelt on the ground and covered their faces and cried. The young people also had complicated expressions, looking in the direction of the palace with awe and admiration in their eyes.

"On the fourth day of the first lunar month, we will offer sacrifices to Ziwei Fengtian, restore the Ming Dynasty, and establish the Shengwu Yuan!"

Holy Martial Nine Heavens, unify the universe!
(End of this chapter)