A good young man, Chen Wang, accidentally discovered a live broadcast room called [Hongwu Live Room] and clicked in out of curiosity.
Then a middle-aged man with a shovel face, a pointed chin, and dark skin and a hooked mouth appeared in front of him.
This man did not cry or make trouble, nor did he perform any show. He always maintained the action of criticizing memorials.
Seeing this scene, Chen Wang couldn't hold back and started complaining on the spot.
"Uncle, you are so willing to spend a lot of money, could you please hire a professional actor?"
"I understand you like cosplsy, but you can't dress up like this!"
"And in your live broadcast room, why are you always criticizing memorials and cursing people like crazy! Isn't it so lacking in quality?"
"You're such a coward, pretending to be Emperor Hongwu, and you're such a bastard that you don't even urinate and take photos of yourself. No wonder you don't have any fans."
Unexpectedly, the person in the live broadcast room immediately became furious after seeing it.
"We are Zhu Yuanzhang!"
In this way, a dialogue spanning seven hundred years of time and space officially kicked off.
As the number of fans increases, Zhu Yuanzhang becomes more and more immersed in it and interacts frequently.
"Brother Chongba, your son Zhu Biao must go to bed early and get up early!"
"Lao Zhu, Sister Xiuying, please pay more attention to your body!"
"The fourth child is a good comrade~"
Looking at these barrages, Lao Zhu fell silent.
