In the fifteenth year of Hongwu's reign, Zhu Xiongying, the eldest grandson of the Ming Dynasty, passed through his soul. He wanted to show off his talents, but his personal system told him.
The human emperor only lasts a hundred years, and the right path is to cultivate immortality and live forever.
Zhu Xiongying, who was eight years old at the time, scratched his butt.
Damn it, I believe it for now.
In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu's reign, Hao Daer was critically ill. After hearing the news, Zhu Chongba rushed to the East Palace.
When they arrived, they saw Zhu Xiongying in front of Zhu Biao's hospital bed, wearing a white robe, with a flowing white robe on his head, distributing ink, sitting cross-legged in the center of a candle lantern with the Big Dipper array.
"Grandfather, you are late."
After finishing his speech, Mr. Chongba burst into tears. In addition to his grief, he lamented that our eldest grandson was so filial, and he paid homage to his father without missing a moment.
"We got it!"
Just after crying, the young man grinned.
"I have extended my life for my father for seven years."
In the thirty-first year of Hongwu's reign, Lao Zhu became terminally ill, and Abiao, who had lived for seven years, also ran out of oil. Zhu Xiongying, who had just finished his meditation, received an imperial edict.
'The emperor is destined to be transported by heaven, and the edict says:
Both I and the Crown Prince have been suffering from chronic illness, and we are thinking that all the plans in one day will not last long. I hereby order the Crown Prince to ascend to the Wenhua Palace with the seal, to be responsible for the affairs of the common people, to assist the army and to supervise the country. All matters reported by Baisi were decided by the emperor's grandson.
Announce it to the world, and the envoys will hear about it. '
