Tang Xie's sad voice sounded outside Qianqing Palace.

Duke Xin of the Ming Dynasty passed away.

The news finally reached the emperor's palace.

Sun Gou'er held a few pieces of dry clothes in his hands, led two young chamberlains who carried food boxes of ginger soup to dispel cold and dampness, and arrived at the entrance of the palace while suppressing the sound of footsteps.

Ming Dynasty officially moved from one era to another new era.

On the corridor outside the emperor's palace, raindrops fell in series from the eaves, hitting the gold bricks in the palace with a crashing sound, emitting different syllables and forming a sad music.

The sound of rain.

Only the sound of rain.

In the Qianqing Palace, only the sound of the continuous rain echoed continuously.

Zhu Yunxi stopped Sun Gou'er's move to come forward and give him clothes, silently looked at Tang Xie who was kneeling in front of the palace door, and raised his eyes to look at the palace, which was dark because of the rain.

"Your mind is a little uncertain today, like a stinky chess piece."

Zhu Yuanzhang, who displayed the big dragon and began to strangle the prince, held the black piece above the chessboard with a smile on his face. Once this hand fell, the outcome of the whole game would be determined.

Zhu Biao frowned and couldn't relax for a long time. He shook his head and whispered: "Maybe it's the autumn rain today that disturbed my thoughts."

Zhu Yuanzhang blinked, but he made no move after all, seeming to be thinking about other things.

At this moment, shouts from outside the palace had also been heard.

"..."

"... Duke Xinguo passed away a few days ago..."

Tang Xie's mourning call floated into the palace.

Clang.

Zhu Yuanzhang's hand holding the piece trembled slightly, and the piece fell and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"Soup……"

Zhu Biao's face tightened, and he quickly stood up and went to the old man's side, reaching out to hold the old man's arms and shoulders.

"Brother Tang..."

Zhu Yuanzhang's face was full of hesitation, but his eyes were constantly showing grief, and his arms turned tremblingly to grasp the prince's palm.

He turned his head and raised his head, looked at Zhu Biao with his eyes, and said as if begging: "Mr. Xin Guo... Gong Xin Guo! Is it him?"

Zhu Biao's face was full of sorrow at this moment and he nodded silently.

He is the eldest son of the clan. He grew up in front of the group of founding heroes since he was a child. He later married a wife and had children, and lived in Yingtian for a long time to supervise the country's government affairs. He is naturally proud of these heroes who laid the foundation for the Ming Dynasty for the Zhu family. Extremely familiar and deeply emotional.

Zhu Yuanzhang grabbed the prince, staggered several times before standing up, took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and exhaled the turbid air in his chest for a long time.

"Brother Tang brought me into the family, and he has become my in-laws in the past few years. Last year, I asked him to return to Beijing because I was worried about when he would be gone. After thinking about it, I just thought that we would not be able to see each other again, and we would have to live longer. Year……"

Zhu Yuanzhang's face was full of regret and reluctance, and his eyes were slightly red.

Zhu Biao sighed softly: "People cannot be resurrected after death. Duke Xin, who has passed away since ancient times, also died at the end of his life. My father must put the dragon body as the most important thing. Don't be too sad and worried."

"That's the fourth child of Brother Tang's family, right..." Zhu Yuanzhang didn't listen to the prince's advice, raised his head and looked towards the palace door, and whispered: "When Brother Xi got married, the fourth child came here. Last year Tang When the eldest brother entered Beijing, the fourth brother was also by his side."

Zhu Biao did not quite remember who the person who announced the funeral just outside the palace was, but what the old man said was correct.

He nodded: "I think it should be him."

"it's him!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said with great certainty, his eyes were solemn and he swept away the sadness in his eyes.

Under Zhu Biao's gaze, Zhu Yuanzhang slowly straightened up, raised his chest, and pushed the prince's arm away with his palm.

"I'm going to see him."

Zhu Biao's face became anxious and he said in a low voice: "Father..."

"No problem!"

Zhu Yuanzhang made a loud noise, and regardless of the prince's worries, he reached out and walked out of the palace.

In front of the palace door.

Tang Xie knelt on the ground for a long time and walked from Xi'an Gate to Qianqing Palace. The rainwater was all over his body. At this moment, there was a pool of water stains on the gold bricks under him.

Behind him, Zhu Yunxi kept frowning slightly, thinking about how old these founding heroes of the Ming Dynasty are now and how many years they have to live.

The Ming Dynasty came out of the troubled times of the Yuan Dynasty. At that time, the old man who occupied Yingtian City followed the principle of accumulating grain and becoming king slowly, conquering east and west, moving around the Jianghuai area.

After finding every opportunity, they occupied the Central Plains with a force that was not the strongest at the time, until they drove Qian Yuan outside the Great Wall.

Now that the Ming Dynasty has been established for twenty-eight years, countless veterans and generals in the army have reached the final stage of their lives.

What is the next step for Ming Dynasty? Where should it go?

Zhu Yunxi felt that there was no way forward for him to learn from.

Fortunately, the establishment of the Martial Arts Hall is playing the role originally envisioned.

The Ming army that conquered the Ming Dynasty will maintain its current combat power and deter all parties in the visible timeline.

"Tell me, what was it like when Brother Tang left?"

Suddenly, Zhu Yuanzhang's voice came to Zhu Yunxi's ears.

The corners of Zhu Yunxi's eyes moved, and he raised his eyes to look at the old man who was standing behind the palace door with his hands behind his back.

Next to the old man is Zhu Biao with a sad face.

"His Majesty!"

"Father..."

"Father, he..."

Tang Xie looked at the emperor who had arrived in front of him in person, and finally couldn't help it, and fell to the ground with a cry and a roar, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Why……

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed softly, stepped across the threshold, and arrived in front of Tang Xie.

The emperor slowly knelt down, reached out and patted Tang Xie's wet shoulders and back gently.

"Hey..." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed again: "How can I not know the pain of losing a father?"

Zhu Biao coughed slightly from behind, stepped out of the palace, looked at Zhu Yunxi and the others, and expressed his gaze.

Zhu Gaochi immediately took Zhu Shangbing forward and reached Tang Xie's side. The two of them stretched out their hands to help Tang Xie up.

"If you're covered in rain, you'd better change into clean clothes first. Don't let the cold air attack you or get caught in the wind."

Zhu Biao's eyes were a little sad, and he looked at Tang Xie and said a few words of persuasion.

Seeing that Sun Gou'er next to him had already taken his clothes and came over, he waved.

Sun Gou'er immediately stepped forward and said, "Sanqi, follow the old slave to change clothes."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Tang Xie, who had cried a lot, let Sun Gou'er lead others to help him down.

Wait until Tang Xie leaves.

Zhu Yuanzhang just stood up with his hands on his knees.

He looked at his grandchildren in front of him. The three of them were all wet and dripping with rain. He sighed and shook his head: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Grandpa, think less, don't worry, don't be sad."

Zhu Yunxi stepped forward and persuaded in a low voice.

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand, went forward and turned over Zhu Yunxi's chest, and pinched the corners of his robe. Then he turned over and pinched Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Shangbing one by one.

"Go and change your clothes before we talk."

The old man didn't give the three of them a chance. He already called the maids from Qianqing Palace and led the three of them to change clothes.

Wait until everyone is settled to change into clean clothes.

Zhu Yuanzhang put his hands on his hips and looked out at the rainy day outside the corridor.

"Prince."

Zhu Biao stepped forward in a hurry: "My son is here."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes flickered: "How many people are there in Huaiyou now?"

Zhu Biao hesitated for a moment.

After a while, he finally said: "Half of them are still there..."

"Only half..." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, suddenly feeling a little tired of the rain in front of him, turned around and walked towards the palace, while saying: "Of those half, how many died in my hands?" .”

"Father!" Zhu Biao quickly shouted in a low voice, his eyebrows tightened and his eyes showing worry.

The old man is probably feeling worried today because Duke Xinguo passed away.
To be continued...