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really.
In such a critical moment of life and death, how can I just sit here and wait to be slaughtered?
A gentleman should be like a wooden goose, and should be prepared for changes like a dragon or a snake.
I ate pig feed in the pigsty for several years before I finally conquered this world.
That night, Zhu Zhanji and I sat under the starlight.
I told him that Grandpa was an unyielding thief for all eternity.
The shadow dragged on the ground, very long.
Is there any way to atone for this? I don't know.
Zhu Biao sighed deeply and said apologetically to his fourth brother:
"Fourth brother, you did the right thing."
"If you don't seize this empire, Yunwen won't be able to hold onto it."
The son wanted to kill his own brother.
As the eldest brother, he couldn't just let his brothers sit idly by and wait to die.
Moreover, judging from the content within the water curtain...
His own son was not cut out to be emperor, and his fourth brother seemed to be doing quite well in the future?
Emperor Yongle must have achieved at least one of the following: civil administration or military prowess, to be worthy of the title of "Emperor".
After venting his anger, Zhu Yuanzhang threw down his sword, walked up to Zhu Di, patted him on the shoulder, and said nothing.
If you don't seize the world, you're doomed.
Those who seize power must bear the infamy of countless generations.
Outsiders have no idea what kind of struggle and torment the fourth brother went through.
All he could do as a father was pat his son on the shoulder; there was no need for further words between them.
At this moment, Zhu Di scratched his head, unsure of what to say.
He's still young, and he didn't do any of this.
Most are just spectators, but some things, even as bystanders,
I can understand the helplessness and pain involved.
But since that day, time has stood still.
I am alone, carving out the most painful years.
Later, I fought for the country for more than 20 years, living in constant fear and never having a single day of peace.
He expanded the territory, compiled the Yongle Encyclopedia, and brought the world under his rule, with all directions paying tribute.
Some say I'm a traitor who stole the country, some say I'm a warmonger, and others say I'm extravagant.
But they don't know that I've been working tirelessly day and night for twenty years.
On the battlefield, he could brave ice and snow, remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, and not even blink if a deer ran past on his left.
Even if I'm an old man fighting alone, I have to finish this battle.
They all say that each generation should do its own thing, but I have never dared to complain for a moment.
When the morning sun on the northern border is obscured by the swirling snow, the raised hooves of horses should trample your Mongolian grasslands.
Ning Chen whispered a few words in Zhao Ling'er's ear.
She then quietly left Fengtian Hall.
Chat group.
Golden Wheel Monk: "To flatten the Mongolian grasslands?! I was just calling him brother in the group chat, and now he's talking about attacking us?!"
Qin Shi Huang: "Hahaha! I only just found out myself."
March 7th: "That's not accurate. To be precise, he hit your offspring. (chuckles)"
Ning Zhongze: "That's right. Emperor Yongle fought against the Oirats, Tatars, and Arughtai, who should all be nomadic tribes from the steppes after the split of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty."
Golden Wheel Dharma King: "I have misplaced my trust??"
Li Shimin: "The younger generation will have their own blessings. Brother Jinlun, there is no need for you to do this. Zhu Di is so diligent in his duties and devoted to the country. It is truly moving."
Qin Shi Huang: "Yes, the hardships involved cannot be explained in just a few words."
Huang Rong: "In my opinion, his tireless efforts for the country seem more like an attempt to atone for his sins and gain a moment of peace of mind."
Xia He: "Why does it sound a little heartbreaking..."
Huang Yaoshi: "I read between the lines the sorrow of a hero's twilight years, how pitiful and lamentable!"
Xiao Feng: "I will fight this battle single-handedly... I dare not ask for any reward..."
Perhaps he wasn't a good son, nor a good uncle, but I, Qiao, think he was a good emperor.
Qin Shi Huang: "Alas, who can say otherwise?"
March 7th: "Agreed!"
……
Inside the Fengtian Hall.
The courtiers sighed, and Empress Ma shed tears repeatedly.
Zhu Yuanzhang also sighed deeply, and a sigh that he could hear echoed in his ears:
"What's so good about being an emperor, Fourth Prince? You know what it's like now..."
Above the water curtain, the middle-aged Zhu Di looked exhausted, gazing at the moon and whispering to himself.
I also want to end this war before the snow falls, but even the greatest heroes grow old.
I saw my father and elder brother, waiting for me to come down from underground with swords in their hands.
I felt a chill run down my spine, but what's meant to happen will happen.
Just remember to place a bunch of crabapple blossoms in front of my grave next year when they bloom.
So I went from being the one dreaming to being the one sending messages in dreams.
"Alas, fourth brother..."
Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Di with a face full of guilt and his gaze was full of heartache.
My own brother has been ravaged by time and turned into this state.
It's all the older brother's fault; he failed to fulfill his responsibilities, which led to this mess.
Zhu Yuanzhang remained silent, his hands clenched tightly in his sleeves.
In the scene, the elderly Zhu Di is seen writing with his head down, and his voice continues to be heard.
Heroes of the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river. My life has been one of swords and spears, a spirit that can swallow mountains and rivers.
In the past five hundred years, I am probably the only one who has managed to reach this place.
The six armies repeatedly marched out, clearing away the dust in the northern desert, and sealed off the wolf's lair, until the end of their reign.
Its power and virtue extended far and wide, and all directions submitted to it. Nearly thirty countries came to pay tribute at its behest, and its territory far surpassed that of the Han and Tang dynasties!
The historian's pen is as sharp as iron. Does all my achievements in this life not even earn me a sentence that says my merits and demerits cancel each other out?
The brief moment of disorientation when you looked up—all of this happened in the instant your eyes closed.
But these are the countless days and nights I spent alone, traversing mountains and rivers.
Since leaving the capital, the city has changed hands three times; I have traversed the ends of the earth, leaving no trace of the mortal world.
Life is like an adversity, and I am also a pedestrian.
The winds blowing in the capital are like a funeral for the wildflowers by the roadside.
The yellow earth of my hometown, a handful is enough for me to bury a lifetime of the past.
This is also my life, Zhu Di's life.
As the last sentence fell, the water curtain slowly dissipated.
Just as Zhu Yuanzhang was about to speak, he saw Zhao Ling'er leading an elderly man with faltering steps into the Fengtian Hall.
The old man had graying temples and a face full of wrinkles. His eyes and brows looked somewhat familiar. He strode into the hall.
"Father, Mother, Eldest Brother..."
The old man knelt before Zhu Yuanzhang, wailing and weeping, tears streaming down his face.
Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly realized something, turned around and looked at his fourth son. The old man's face looked at least seven or eight parts like his fourth son's.
"Fourth brother? You're our fourth brother?!" (Okay?)
in the chat group.
March 7th: "No wonder Sister Ling'er disappeared earlier, it turns out she went to call Old Zhu Di over, what a touching reunion! o(╥﹏╥)o"