Traveling through Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty for twenty-four years, he became the legitimate son of Prince Zhu Biao, Zhu Yunxi.
His father, Zhu Biao, would die of illness in a year.
His fourth uncle, Zhu Di, had eight years to go before revolting against Jingnan.
His uncle, Lan Yu, has a whole family and will be slaughtered in two years.
As for himself, history books make it clear: he was reduced to a commoner and died in Fengyang.
On this day, the golden finger has arrived. There are four options every day, choose one:
1. The ancient prescription for longevity that was lost in Taiyuan Hospital.
2. One hundred thousand taels of silver.
3. Memorize the ancestral precepts of the Emperor Ming Dynasty by heart.
4. The pile of memorials that Grandpa Huang wants to read tonight.
Zhu Yunxi stared at these four lines for a long time and smiled.
He finally had a choice in his life.
From that day on, Zhu Yuanzhang discovered that his grandson, who was usually silent, looked different every day. One day he would give advice to comfort the refugees, the next day he would solve a corruption case with one word, and the day after tomorrow he would even answer the questions under his pillow.
Lao Zhu couldn't stand it any longer: "Biao'er, could it be that your son has come down from the stars in the sky?"
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