I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

Zhu Zhangui smiled and said nothing, looking at his father.

Zhu Pangpang also stepped forward with emotion on his face, grabbed his wife's hand, and patted it lightly, "It's not a dream, old lady, we've made it through."

"Well! We've made it through."

The husband and wife held hands tightly and looked at each other with emotions and memories in their eyes.

The moment they looked at each other, the two couldn't help but think of the scenes that happened before.

The two were childhood sweethearts when they were young, and they studied everything hard with their mother, and wanted to manage Yanwang Mansion well. (Ms. Zhang entered Yanwang Mansion in her early teens, grew up with Zhu Pangpang, and did not get married until a certain age.)

Later, the old man mobilized Jing Nan, and the whole family was very concerned.

When Li Jinglong attacked Beiping, Zhu Pangpang was fighting on the front line, and Mrs. Zhang worked day and night in the rear.

At that time, she kept a bottle hidden in her cuff, which contained several deadly poisons.

Once the husband is unable to defend the city, she will immediately go home, send away her husband's concubines, and then commit suicide by taking poison. They cannot bring stains on her husband's life.

Later, the old man advanced all the way, and finally entered Jinling, where he ascended the throne and became the emperor.

At first, Mrs. Zhang thought that the crisis would be over, but she never expected that her husband would almost miss the crown prince because of his physical disability.

At that time, if a large number of civil servants hadn't risked their lives to protect it, I am afraid that the position of crown prince would have fallen to the second son who had made great contributions in Jingnan and saved the old man from fire and water many times.

But as a prince, life is not comfortable.

Because the husband doesn't please the old man, he is scolded and trained every day, and he can't get anything good after being exhausted.

As a wife, she saw it in her eyes and felt pain in her heart, but she had no choice but to do everything well and win more face for her husband.

After every turmoil, every conspiracy, the husband and wife moved forward hand in hand, faced any danger together, and no one flinched.

After a while, a turning point came for the family. His second son returned from overseas, which brought different changes to the entire East Palace.

The old man used to target his husband, but since his boy came back, he has attracted all the old man's attention.

The outstanding performance of his own little boy made the position of the East Palace more and more stable, and he even won the chance to get the throne before the old man left.

Thinking about the ups and downs of so many years, Mrs. Zhang was filled with emotion.

"Cough cough..."

Just when the husband and wife were deeply affectionate and recalled the past, there was a coughing sound at the door.

There was no sound beside him, Zhu Zhangui, who was watching his parents, looked quickly, and saw the old man walking in with a smile.

"Father, why are you here!"

Seeing his father coming to the East Palace at this time, Zhu Pangpang panicked inexplicably.

There is no way, the sequelae of being scared for many years, I thought that the old man had some kind of convulsion again, and now I regret it.

It's not that he is greedy for the position of the emperor, it doesn't matter to him one day sooner or later, even as long as the family lives well and the people have enough food and clothing, he can be the prince for a lifetime.

But the guilty conscience of being frightened cannot be resolved in a day or two. No matter when and where he sees his father, Zhu Pangpang feels a little guilty in his heart. This is an instinctive reflex. It is estimated that the old man will not die in this life. Get rid of this problem.

Even if he became the emperor today, Zhu Pangpang didn't dare to speak loudly when the old man coughed.

At this moment, Zhu Pangpang suddenly felt that it didn't make much difference to him whether he became emperor or not.

The direction of major national affairs is determined by his son. If the old man decides to intervene in some important national events, it is really impossible for him to show the majesty of the emperor to the old man. Of course, the main thing is that he dare not.

Thinking that even if he became the emperor, his family status would not change much, the melancholy in Zhu Pangpang's heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Why, you haven't become an emperor yet, so you're starting to take care of your father!"

After waving his hand to let the saluting people stand up, the old man habitually gave a lecture to his eldest son.

Zhu Pangpang smiled awkwardly, "My son didn't mean that, my son just wanted to say, this..."

Zhu Pangpang has been talking about this for a long time, but he just doesn't know what to say.

In fact, what he wanted to say was that the old man should be waiting in the hall at this time, why did he come here.

"Humph!"

Seeing the eldest son's hesitation, the old man also understood what he meant, and walked forward with a soft snort, looked at Zhu Pangpang who was still wearing the prince's court clothes, and reprimanded him: "Why are you still wearing this clothes, take them off!"

"(⊙o⊙) what?"

Zhu Pangpang didn't react for a while, and subconsciously reached out to look at his clothes.

There's nothing wrong with it, don't you wear this suit every day when you go to court?

Seeing that Zhu Pangpang hadn't reacted yet, the old man went straight to him and untied his belt.

"Hey, dad, what are you doing!"

Startled by the old man's sudden action, Zhu Pangpang quickly covered his clothes.

"Stop talking nonsense, take off!"

The old man let out a soft drink, and Zhu Pangpang shrank his neck and immediately followed suit. With the help of his wife and eldest daughter-in-law, he took off his outer court clothes.

Reaching out and throwing the clothes that Zhu Pangpang took off, the old man waved at the little snot behind him.

Little Snot, who was smiling and waiting by the side, hurriedly brought a few eunuchs over with a tray.

In fact, Zhu Zhangui had already noticed that the tray in the hands of Xiaonai and others was a black crown suit.

Regarding the old man's move to let his father take off his clothes, he also had a rough guess in his heart.

"This…"

Zhu Pangpang was stunned for a moment when he saw the clothes that Little Snotty and the others brought over.

The old man ignored him, reached out and picked up the crown robe on top, and put it on for Zhu Pangpang himself, talking about the origin of the clothes while he was wearing them.

"Your mother made this for you back then. At that time, she was already sick and knew that her time was numbered. She was worried that your son would have no clothes to wear when he ascended the throne, so she made it according to your figure in advance."

"After it was done, she handed it to me personally, and told me to hand over the clothes to you when I was about to die in the future. This is also the last dress she made for you as a mother."

"Your mother wants you to be a good emperor, treat the people of the world well, and manage this family well."

Hearing the origin of this dress, Zhu Pangpang stretched out his hand to caress the mian gown on his body, and big tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Mother hands line, wandering clothing!

He didn't expect that when his mother was sick, she would not forget to use this dress to remind his father not to touch his crown prince.

"mother!"

Zhu Pangpang let out a mournful cry, knelt down in the direction of his mother's mausoleum, and threw himself on the ground sobbing softly.

"Boss, Dad is getting old, and you will be in charge of the family from now on. Treat the whole family well and don't make any troubles, so that when Dad dies in the future, it's better to go over there and have an explanation with your mother."

Looking at the crying eldest son, the old man also remembered the scene when his wife was lying on the hospital bed and handing over the clothes to him.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the longing in his heart, looking at his son with gray hair, the old man squatted down, gently patted the back of the eldest son, and whispered to the eldest son.

Zhu Pangpang, who was crying with tears all over his face, nodded vigorously, and made a promise to his father with firm eyes.

"Come on, get up quickly, let me see if the clothes fit!"

The old man beckoned and asked Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Zhanji to help Zhu Pangpang up, then walked around Zhu Pangpang, nodding in satisfaction.

"Your mother's hands are clever, and this dress fits really well!"

Zhu Pangpang, with tears still in his eyes, stretched out his hand to caress the clothes on his body, as if he had returned to the time when his mother patted him and coaxed him to sleep when he was a child.

Looking at his father's clothes, Zhu Zhangui felt envious in his heart, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Zhang, who was also wiping tears beside him.

"What are you looking at me for? I don't have the time to make clothes for you. If I want to do it, I'll do it for my grandson too. I'll be doing my handiwork for you."

Zhang, who accidentally caught his son's gaze, glared at Zhu Zhangui angrily.

Zhu Zhangui gave a dry laugh, and glared viciously at his son who was covering his mouth and chuckling beside him.

"Hahaha, this brat should be like this!"

Seeing his grandson's childlike appearance, the old man laughed out loud, and grabbed Zhu Pangpang with one hand and Zhu Zhangui with the other.

"Let's go, don't make the courtiers wait too long, there are still many things to be busy today."

The closed doors were opened one after another, revealing a festively decorated deep palace.

Under the arrangement of the officials of the Ministry of Rites, representatives of envoys from various countries, honored officials, stepped into the Forbidden City in a neat queue, preparing to participate in the first court meeting of this newly built imperial city.

It is also the first emperor of this Forbidden City to abdicate and the first new emperor to ascend the throne.

Today is the first grand court meeting in the Forbidden City, and the court has prepared a lot.

As the officials stepped into the imperial gate, the long-prepared Jiaofangsi played the palace ritual music, and the 81 salutes placed on both sides, under the control of the palace artillerymen, roared loudly towards the sky.

The sound of the rumbling guns shook the world, as if announcing to the whole of China that the new land of luck was officially opened.

In such a serious atmosphere, the officials subconsciously held their heads up and swaggered.

Among them, the most shocking ones are the envoys from various countries.

Yin Fan III was looking at the tall palace, listening to the court rituals and music on both sides and the rumbling guns, his heart trembled.

This is Daming, such a powerful Daming, how many countries in the world can match it?

In this world, I am afraid that there is no country that can block Ming's soldiers.

Thinking of the past few days, under the leadership of that uncle Zhang Kejian, I visited Beiping City and the local customs and customs of various places.

Yin Fan III felt rejoiced in his heart.

How lucky I am to have voted for such a powerful empire.

Under the protection of this Daming who suppressed the entire world, his Liang Zan Kingdom will gradually rise to prominence.

Thinking of the gift from Daming that he would bring in the future, and the scene of defeating the enemies who once bullied Liang Zan, Yin Fan III felt a surge of pride in his heart.

Civil and military officials slowly stepped under the steps of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and those who were of sufficient rank stepped up the steps and walked into the hall, while those who were not of sufficient rank and foreign envoys stood at the designated place under the guidance of officials from the Ministry of Rites. Location.

None of the civil and military officials made a sound, and stepped into the hall with their heads held high.

At this time, there was no one in the hall, and the officials were not surprised. After standing in their positions, they waited silently.

"Clang clang clang..."

Time passed slowly, and a solemn bronze bell sounded above the Meridian Gate.

"The Emperor is here!"

With the sound of the copper bell, the sound of little snot was heard throughout the palace through the horn.

Afterwards, the old man in the crown suit strode forward, followed by Zhu Pangpang, who was also wearing the crown suit but without the crown.

And Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Zhanji, with their brothers and a few little guys from Zhu Qirui's younger generation, came around from the bottom of the stairs and stood in front of everyone.

As the old man sat on the dragon chair with a golden sword on his horse, all the officials lifted their clothes and robes and knelt down on the ground under the congratulations of Lu Xin, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

The voices of civil and military officials shouting long live three times spread throughout the entire palace and outside the imperial city through the loudspeakers placed in various places in the palace.

At the same time, the common people gathered outside the imperial city, who were preparing to participate in the grand ceremony, also bowed to the ground one after another, shouting long live towards the imperial palace.

For a time, the whole city of Beiping was filled with the sound of "Long Live the Emperor".

Hearing the deafening cheers, long live, the old man's expression was slightly moved.

Caressing the cold dragon chair with his hand, he was filled with emotions.

Back in the day, he only wanted to help his elder brother become a great general, but the current situation made him forced to take the path he was least willing to take.

Looking back now, decades have passed, and the ups and downs of that year have become a memory of the past, and he is also gray-haired, and he is about to leave the position he fought so hard to grab.

This position is very hot, and it is also a man-eating beast.

I don't know how many people in ancient and modern times fought to the death for this position.

His father once said that the road to the emperor is paved with corpses, and under this beautiful throne, there are countless bones, blood and tears buried.

Ascended to this position, no matter what you think, whether you like it or not, the burden of the whole world is on you.

This burden weighs ten thousand catties, no matter what, you have to grit your teeth and move forward slowly, even if your body is smashed to pieces, you can't take a step back.

Once you step back, those who follow you, the family you sheltered, will be smashed to pieces without a place to die.

Squinting his eyes, recalling what his father taught his elder brother back then, the old man pinched the armrest of the dragon chair and murmured softly.

"Father, what you said is right. This position is as heavy as ten thousand catties. My son was still young and could carry it. Now that my son is old, he can no longer carry this burden, so I handed it over to you. Your grandson, I hope this little fat man you like very much can pick up this burden and continue to move forward with great strides."