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

Chapter 79 He chases, he flees, he can't fly away (Subscribe)
Half an hour ago, in the palace.

The old man hesitated and wandered back and forth beside the bed, turning around several times to sit on the bed. But as soon as his butt touched the bed, it was like sitting on a knife edge, and he bounced up immediately.

Empress Xu looked helpless.

"Fourth brother, you haven't slept for a whole day and night. If you continue like this, your body won't be able to bear it."

"Didn't Zhanjun say that the emperor has something important to discuss with you? Why are you so afraid?"

The old man waved his hand, "You don't understand, that old man has a very bad temper. Even if he has something important to tell me, he will tell me after he's beaten me."

Empress Xu thought about it and it seemed to be true, but then she said, "Isn't the Queen Mother here too? And my eldest brother, they will definitely stop us."

The old man hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and felt that what his wife said made sense, so he sat down on the bed and half lay down.

But as soon as his head touched the pillow, he jumped up again, grabbed Empress Xu's hand and said, "Don't fall asleep yet, watch me. If something goes wrong, wake me up immediately."

Empress Xu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll watch you. Go to sleep quickly, and don't let father, mother, elder brother and others wait anxiously."

The old man finally felt relieved and slowly closed his eyes. Empress Xu reached out and patted him gently, trying to coax her husband to sleep.

However, after a moment, the old man opened his eyes again, looked at his wife and whispered, "What should I say first when I see them?"

The clapping hands suddenly stopped, and Empress Xu looked at the old man: "Are you going to sleep or not? If you don't, I will sleep."

The old man closed his eyes immediately, and with his wife's gentle patting, and having endured another day and night, he gradually fell asleep.

The old man who fell asleep felt his body floating and his consciousness began to become hazy.

"Kill, kill~"

The old man opened his eyes suddenly as shouts of killing rang in his ears. What he saw was a raging fire.

Countless soldiers were fighting in it. Most of their clothes were the same, but if you looked carefully, you would find other symbols on their helmets.

"Your Highness Prince of Yan, look, it's Emperor Jianwen."

A shout was heard, and the old man looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw Qiu Fu pointing in a direction with surprise.

When he saw Qiu Fu, the old man always felt that something was wrong, but he cared more about Emperor Jianwen and didn't care what was wrong.

Looking in the direction of the other person's finger, I saw a young man dressed in imperial clothes walking in one direction under the protection of several guards.

"Hehehe..."

When he saw the person he had been thinking about day and night, the old man let out a creepy laugh and started to chase after the person.

He runs away, he chases, he can't fly away even if he has wings~

"Pfft!"

A few silver lights flashed, and the guards who tried to stop them fell in a pool of blood.

The old man was holding a blood-stained sword, smiling as he chased the running figure in front of him.

The figure seemed very frightened and staggered into the palace next to it.

The old man followed in slowly.

However, after entering, he did not find the figure he had been thinking about day and night, but saw an open mechanism.

Raising his eyebrows, the old man walked in fearlessly and went down the stairs to a tunnel.

There was silence below, and the old man shouted with a smile: "My dear nephew, why are you running away when you see your fourth uncle instead of coming to greet him?"

After looking around cautiously and confirming that there was no danger, the old man slowly moved forward with the knife in hand, saying sarcastically:

"My dear nephew, your uncle can't stand seeing you being so incompetent as an emperor. Look, your uncle is here to help you. Come out quickly."

As a result, there was no response for a long time, and even the footsteps disappeared.

The old man frowned, quickened his pace, and soon reached the exit.

Looking at the tightly closed door in front of him, the old man reached out and pushed it open.

"Squeak!"

The door opened to the left and right, and the scene that appeared before his eyes made the old man stand there in a daze.

He didn't expect that this secret passage actually led to the Fengtian Palace.

What he didn't expect was that the place was full of generals and ministers, who were looking at him with scrutiny.

The old man is very familiar with these people.

There are Lan Yu, Geng Bingwen, and his father-in-law Xu Da.

Facing the gazes of these people, the old man walked forward uncontrollably.

But before he had taken a few steps, several soldiers ran over, arrested him, and took him to the center of the hall.

Along the way, the eyes of the civil and military ministers were so cold.

When he reached the center of the hall, the old man looked up and his body froze instantly.

The man he was chasing was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, looking at him smugly. On the throne on the stairs was a figure that made his soul tremble. "Dad."

The old man shouted stiffly, and as the guards let go of his hand, he fell to his knees on the ground.

Staring blankly at the face that frightened him, the old man swallowed his saliva and murmured, "You are not dead! You are still alive!"

The figure did not respond, but stood up from the throne coldly and walked down the steps slowly. Passing by the imperial guards, he casually drew the sword from the guards' waist and walked towards the old man step by step.

The murderous look made the old man feel like he was falling into an icy cave. His body kept shaking as he knelt on the ground, and he was still explaining in a low voice.

"My son was really forced into a corner. Dad, please listen to my explanation. It's not my fault. Don't blame me."

But no matter how he explained, the figure did not stop.

The sharp tip of the knife scratched the ground, cutting the gorgeous and precious carpet.

Coming in front of the old man, the figure slowly raised the knife and chopped down without hesitation.

"what!"

The old man roared in fear, and the picture in front of him broke into pieces and turned into another place.

He sat high on the throne, with civil and military officials lined up on both sides.

Among the officials, an old farmer, a woman, and a young man bowed to him with great respect.

"I, Zhu Chongba, along with my wife Ma and my son Zhu Biao, come to pay my respects to His Majesty the Yongle Emperor!"

In the foggy space, Old Zhu, Zhu Biao and Empress Ma stood in front of a mirror, looking puzzledly at the old man lying on the bed opposite, who smiled, then showed fear and complacency.

"This rebellious son is here, but he's still sleeping there. Is he planning to pretend to be dead?"

Old Zhu was so angry that he cursed.

I don’t know if the old man hasn’t woken up yet or what, but the mirror cannot be penetrated for the time being, which makes Lao Zhu very anxious.

"The child may be too tired. I heard Zhan Jun say that he hasn't slept for a whole day and night, and he has been busy with government affairs for so long. Do you really think it's all you? Just do some farm work when you have nothing to do."

The queen looked at the sleeping old man with eyes full of love. When she noticed the wrinkles on the old man's face and his gray hair, a touch of pity arose in her heart.

"Fourth brother, fourth brother wake up, we are here."

Zhu Biao slapped the mirror hard, trying to wake the old man up, but for some reason, no matter how loud he shouted, there was no response from the other side.

"Please stand up without any formalities. Zhu Chongba, where are you from? What do you want to see me for?"

Just when Zhu Biao thought that today's meeting was going to be ruined, a loud voice sounded around him.

Zhu Biao recognized that it was the voice of his fourth brother.

But what was strange was that my fourth brother was lying there quietly, without even moving his lips, so where did the sound come from?
Looking around, Zhu Biao thought to himself that they probably hadn't figured out even a fraction of the wonders of this place.

He secretly glanced at Lao Zhu, and just as he thought, his eyes were wide open, his fists were clenched, and the stick in his other hand was already raised.

Zhu Biao cast a take-care look at his fourth brother who was lying on the bed.

Empress Ma, who was standing by, snatched the stick raised by Zhu Yuanzhang.

"That's enough. Don't go too far."

hum...

At this moment, the mirror surface, which was originally solid, suddenly had ripples like water.

Old Zhu stretched out his hand, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he walked across the mirror.

The old man who was receiving three civilians in his dream suddenly felt a murderous aura approaching his heart.

At the same time, the images in front of him were all broken, and what appeared in front of him was a strong middle-aged man.

This man looks familiar.

The old man frowned. The person in front of him seemed to be the same as the one just now.

Hey, this guy has murderous eyes, he doesn’t look like a good person.

Oh, why did he raise his hand?

Oh no, he wants to assassinate me.

The old man subconsciously tried to dodge, but his body seemed to be welded to the bed and he couldn't move at all.

In an instant, all the memories in my brain were restored.

He remembered that he came to see his father.

The middle-aged man in front of him was exactly what his father was when he was young.

Looking at the cold eyes and the big hand coming towards him, the old man wailed in his heart.

"My life is over!"

(End of this chapter)