The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

"What?! They're all gone?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his hand, pointing tremblingly at Zhu Ming, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a single complete word for a long time.

"You, you..."

"I, I..."

"What a tragedy!"

Old Zhu was so angry that his vision went black, and he fell straight backward, finally collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The eunuch Li, who was standing nearby, was terrified. He scrambled forward, grabbed Old Zhu by the back with both hands, and screamed in a shrill voice:

"Help! His Majesty has fainted! Quickly summon the imperial physician!"

The entire hall erupted in chaos. The eunuchs and palace maids were thrown into disarray, and several princes were terrified, their faces turning pale, unsure of what to do.

Just then, a clear, childlike voice suddenly rang out.

"Don't panic, everyone, let me handle this!"

Everyone immediately turned to look, and there was the Sixth Prince!

Oh right, I almost forgot that the Sixth Prince is the disciple of the Dao Ancestor, a future True Immortal.

With him in charge, reviving His Majesty would be a piece of cake!

And so, under the expectant gaze of everyone.

Zhu Ming walked calmly and confidently to the unconscious Old Zhu.

At that moment, everyone around unconsciously held their breath, their eyes fixed on Zhu Ming.

The vast sleeping quarters were now completely silent.

Everyone wanted to see how this disciple of the Dao Ancestor would use his immortal arts to awaken His Majesty.

Including the imperial physicians in the crowd!

Zhu Ming squatted down and slowly raised his right hand.

This simple action alone made everyone present extremely excited, almost to the point of enlightenment.

It moved! The Sixth Prince raised his hand!

What kind of magical arts will he use?

Could it be a miraculous resurrection, a breath-taking technique, or some kind of divine intervention?

Regardless of which one it is, they are all top-tier supernatural powers that only exist in mythology.

Today, I was fortunate enough to witness it with my own eyes, and everyone present felt that they had no regrets in this life!

And so, under the excited gazes of everyone...

Zhu Ming reached out his small hand to check Old Zhu's breath, then turned his head and spoke to the excited crowd:

"I've checked for you, my father isn't dead!"

Everyone instantly collapsed to the ground!

Everyone was excited for a long time,

I thought I would be able to witness some so-called immortal magic.

So all you did was check if your dad was still breathing!

You are such a filial son!

Even Empress Ma, who had just gotten up from the ground, straightened her crooked hairpin and glared at Zhu Ming with a reproachful expression.

Little Zhu Ming tilted his head and spread his hands innocently.

He didn't say he was going to use any magic.

Why are you all so disappointed?

Besides, he doesn't know any of those top-tier supernatural abilities like bringing the dead back to life, mastering the nine breaths of energy, or manipulating creation!

Putting aside those magical gadgets, he's just an ordinary person... oh no, I should say an ordinary person who eats a lot!

In the end, it was Empress Ma who requested the imperial physicians to come forward and treat the patient.

A group of imperial physicians took turns trying various methods, including pinching the philtrum, applying silver needles, and pressing acupoints.

Despite trying every possible method, Zhu Yuanzhang remained motionless with his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up.

The imperial physicians panicked, especially the senior physician in charge, whose back was soaked with cold sweat. He knelt down, his expression flustered, and reported to Empress Ma:

"Your Majesty, His Majesty was initially overjoyed, but then suddenly faced great sorrow. The extreme emotional fluctuations caused his spirit to become sluggish and his vital energy to be blocked. Ordinary medicine and acupuncture were of no use."

Empress Ma looked anxious and quickly asked, "Then how should we treat him?"

The old imperial physician bowed and replied, "Someone needs to say a few sufficiently provocative words to His Majesty to dispel the pent-up emotions in his heart before His Majesty can be awakened."

If it's exciting enough!

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ming's eyes lit up. He knew how to do this; it was guaranteed to be incredibly exciting!

So he immediately raised his chubby little hand and volunteered, "Mother, let me do it, I can wake Father!"

"You..." Empress Ma hesitated upon seeing this.

The main problem is that the little guy was too unreliable just now.

She really couldn't tell what outrageous things the little guy would say.

Zhu Ming patted his chest and said confidently, "Trust my mother, I guarantee I can awaken my father!"

Upon hearing this, Empress Ma had no choice but to agree.

"Alright, I'll let you try. If it doesn't work, we'll think of something else!"

So Zhu Mingxing hurriedly squatted down, leaned close to Zhu Yuanzhang's ear, opened his small mouth, and said lightly.

"Wake up! Chen Youliang is leading an army of 800,000 men!"

"What?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, suddenly sat up, his eyes wide open.

He no longer showed any signs of being unconscious.

Zhu Ming stood up, turned to look at Empress Ma, put her hands on her hips, and said smugly, "I told you I could handle it!"

When Empress Ma saw this scene, her expression was both helpless and amused.

My precious youngest son always manages to do something unexpected.

Old Zhu, who had just been startled awake, came to his senses and realized that he had been tricked by the little guy again.

Old Zhu felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, a bellyful of pent-up anger, and he muttered to himself:

I must have owed this kid a huge debt in my past life, and I've come here specifically to collect it in this life.

Old Zhu originally wanted to grab the little guy and give him a good scolding, but then he remembered that the little guy had eaten the immortal pig that the Dao Ancestor had bestowed upon him completely.

Even if someone is extremely angry, most of their anger dissipates instantly.

It's boring, completely boring!

Old Zhu looked as forlorn as an old man as he walked unsteadily toward the door.

As for why he didn't doubt how Zhu Ming, who was so small, could eat a whole wild boar weighing several hundred pounds.

His son has become a direct disciple of the Daoist Ancestor.

It's perfectly normal to eat a little more at one meal!

Zhu Ming waited for a long time and found that Old Zhu did not get so angry that he jumped up and down and chased him all over the house as usual.

This actually made the little guy a bit uncomfortable!

So he turned around, looked at the dejected and dejected old Zhu, and shouted, "Father, where are you going?"

Old Zhu waved his hand weakly and said, "Leave me alone, I want to be alone!"

Don't ask him who Jingjing is, that's an old joke!

Zhu Ming spoke again: "Are you angry because I ate the whole roasted pig and didn't leave any for you and Mother?"

Old Zhu paused, but didn't turn around.

In fact, he wasn't angry with the little guy.

That immortal pig was originally prepared by the Dao Ancestor specifically for his disciple; how the little guy deals with it is his own business.

Even as parents, they have no right to interfere with the little one's decisions.

He just felt a little sorry, sorry that such a precious and wonderful immortal pig was gone just like that.

The next second, Zhu Ming said:

"But I didn't say that my master only gave me one!"

Suddenly a strong gust of wind came.

Before Zhu Ming could react, Old Zhu had already appeared in front of him, gripping his shoulders tightly with both hands, his expression incredibly excited.

Such speed! It was almost like teleportation! The little guy was completely stunned!

Flying Thunder God isn't from another world, so how come it's here too?