Zhu Yunxi of the Ming Dynasty Raised His Head to See Zhu Yuanzhang

In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu's reign, Prince Zhu Biao died. Above the mourning hall, the emperor's eldest grandson Zhu Yunwen cried so hard that his heart broke. He was full of benevolence, justice and morality, and won the support of hundreds of officials. At this time, Zhu Yunxi, who had traveled through time, looked at the hall full of hypocritical civil servants and the old Zhu Yuanzhang, and showed a ferocious smile. If you don't fight, you will die, if you fight, you will die. Since there is no way out, then fight your way out! Humiliated by the eunuch chief? Kill! Is the civil service group corrupt? Kill! Uncle the feudal lord is dissatisfied? Beat! In the Fengtian Palace, he held the bloody head of a corrupt official and looked directly at Emperor Hongwu on the dragon throne: "Grandpa Huang, your sword is old and can no longer cut people!" "My grandson is not talented, but he is willing to make a new sword for the Ming Dynasty!" "If you don't have the heart to kill anyone in this world, your grandson will kill you! Your grandson will bear your infamy for all eternity!" Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his grandson who was full of evil spirits, and went from furious to ecstatic: "Okay! This is like our kind! This throne is for you!"