Daming: In the beginning, he mistakenly regarded Emperor Yongle as his own father

Hearing this, Zhu Zhanji stepped back and knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily.

Zhu Di turned his face back and stared at the tent above his head, as if he could see the stars in the sky through the tent.

"The Sun, Moon, Mountains and Rivers are still there, and the Great Ming Dynasty is still there."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes forever.

Then the soul seemed to float out of the tent, left the barracks, rode on the horse, and wandered in the Daming River and Mountains.

The scenery is beautiful, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

This is the end of his imperial journey.

"Father, let's go."

He looked up, and there was a young man in white in front of him, waving at him with a smile.

Zhu Di smiled and followed.

"Boy, are you waiting for me here?"

"I'm afraid you will be lonely in Huangquan, so I'll wait for you and go together."

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. When people die, they don't feel pain."

One old and one young, riding horses, strolling in the mountains, chatting about homework, and going away step by step.