Ming Dynasty: 100-year-old Heavenly Master, Zhu Yuanzhang’s biological father

The temperature plummeted.

At first, sporadic snowflakes began to fall in the sky. As the wind blew, the snowflakes gradually became denser and fell one after another.

After a while, heavy snow fell, covering the capital in a white world like countless fairies scattering flowers. Streets, rooftops, trees, everything is covered with thick snow.

As the New Year approaches, the court also has a holiday.

Wenhua Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang was wearing a thick robe and sitting by the stove.

Zhu Biao sat next to him. It was rare for father and son to have some leisure time.

"The New Year is coming soon, won’t Xiongying come back yet?"Zhu Yuanzhang asked

"Of course I'll be back during the New Year. Zhu Biao smiled and said,"The message has been sent and I will be back on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month.""

"Well, both he and Lao Twelve are back, so the old Taoist priest is the only one left in Tianji Tower, right? Zhu Yuanzhang snorted,"Well, he is your son's Grand Master. Please invite him to the palace to celebrate the New Year.""

"Father, this invitation is yours. He is also your son's grand master. Zhu Biao spread his hands and said,"There will be a banquet in the palace. If you don't invite him, what's going on if he shows up?""

Zhu Yuanzhang took a sip of tea with a tangled expression on his face.

He wanted to invite him, but he was afraid that the other party would refuse.

"Okay, let's just invite him back. Zhu Yuanzhang snorted,"How can I say that the old Taoist priest is also the benefactor of our Zhu family? We don't have the same knowledge as him.""

"My father's sage is as bright as the candle, his size is like the sea, and he can accommodate hundreds of rivers. He is truly a wise king in the prosperous age. Zhu Biao said quickly

"piss off! Zhu Yuanzhang was not angry,"If you make fun of me again, I will make you stand." Zhu

Biao had a smile on his lips.

Zhu Yuanzhang took another slow sip of tea:"This Chinese New Year, your fourth brother is also here, and it happens to be lively.""

"Alas, it's a pity that the second brother, the third brother, and the fifth brother are not here. Zhu

Biao sighed softly, his eyes full of memories,"My brothers are not in front of the feudal lord. The Chinese New Year is the most lively.""

"Yes, in those years, although they opened a mansion, they were still in Yingtian City after all."

Pain flashed in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, and his face was sad,"But they became a vassal, and it took a year, maybe several years to see them for a few days. We also want to keep them longer, and we also want to see more of our sons."

As he said this, Zhu Yuanzhang had tears in his eyes, and Zhu Biao also wiped his tears.

"The princes are not allowed to come to the court at the same time every year. They are not allowed to come to the court at the same time. They do not want a king to come to the court. They can return to the country in good condition and report to other kings before they can come to the court. The kings are not allowed to communicate privately."

Zhu Yuanzhang wiped the corners of his eyes and sighed,"These rules are set by us.

Haha, the emperor, the family and the country are one, and they are not like ordinary people.

If they treat the clan too harshly, there will be trouble.

During the Han Dynasty, if Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty had not been young and arrogant, and accidentally killed the prince of Wu, how would the Seven Kingdoms have been in chaos? But if you are like Sima Yan, blindly indulging the clan and making the best of things, it will be the Eight Kings Rebellion"

"That's what the father said."Zhu Biao nodded.

"Therefore, we must first establish rules so that even if there are descendants who are unfilial in the future, we can suppress them."Zhu Yuanzhang smiled bitterly."Since the country is the most important thing, we can only wrong the family."

Zhu Biao is increasingly able to understand his father's painstaking efforts.

……

After one night, the heavy snow stopped.

Zhu Yuanzhang took Mao Xiang, the commander of the Jin Yiwei, out of the palace incognito and walked on the street.

Crystal clear ice is hanging on the eaves and branches of the streets and alleys. Although the cold wind is howling, the faces of the people are filled with laughter and expectation, because the Chinese New Year is almost here.

The street market is crowded with people. Vendors have put out various New Year products and decorations, colorful lanterns, auspicious couplets, various window grilles... it is a prosperous scene.

Zhu Yuanzhang strolled past, feeling very proud of himself.

The Ming Dynasty was prosperous, and he, the emperor, was naturally happy.

Wandering to the downstairs of Qintian Prison, Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyes and looked at the towering Tianji Tower.

"It's so high. If the old Taoist priest is on top, he won't freeze to death."Zhu Yuanzhang said with his hands behind his back.

"Your Majesty, would you like to knock on the door?"Mao Xiang asked

"Okay, let’s go see the Heavenly Master today."Zhu Yuanzhang waved.

Just as Mao Xiang was about to leave, a voice fell from the sky:"Chongba, please ask Pindao to go to the palace to celebrate the New Year. That's not necessary. Go back, don't disturb Pindao's practice"

"Hey, who the hell is here to invite you? Zhu

Yuanzhang's face turned red with anger, and he waved towards the stairs,"Old Taoist priest, you should be alone.""

Shuttle!

A string of copper coins fell in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, hanging in the air, strung with a red rope

"Chongba, this is the lucky money for you."The voice of the Heavenly Master came

"？？？"Zhu Yuanzhang held his forehead.

Our majestic Emperor Ming, want you to give me lucky money?

"Take it, didn’t you always want to get lucky money when you were a kid?"The Heavenly Master said.

Zhu Yuanzhang was lost in thought.

He remembered that when he was a child, he was very envious when he saw the children of Mr. Liu's family getting lucky money during the Chinese New Year.

But at that time, how could his father get the lucky money?

Zhu Yuanzhang took the bunch of copper coins and spent a total of Five cents, and he felt inexplicably warm and happy in his heart.

The voice of the Heavenly Master was like his dead father. Now that he got the New Year's money from him, Zhu Yuanzhang thought of his father again.

"His Majesty?"Mao Xiang said,"This stinky Taoist priest is really rude. I sent Jinyi guards to demolish his Tianji Tower."

"Forget it, go back."Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.

He held the New Year's money in his hand.

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