Daming: What abandoned baby?That is the grandson of the old Zhu family!

In the past, the summer rain always came and went quickly, but I don’t know what happened these few days, it didn’t stop for several days, and it seemed that it was also sending black-haired people to Zhu Yuanzhang. Generally distressed.

After one night, the entire imperial palace was covered with dismal white silk. Instead of the usual grandeur and majesty, the entire imperial palace lingered everywhere, a kind of suffocating depression.

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have aged ten years overnight, with strands of white hair on his temples that no one else noticed in the past, making him look like a helpless old man.

With a piece of imperial edict, the prince Zhu Biaoying died young, and the whole country mourned.

Duke of Wei.

After Xu Da heard the news, he stood in the yard looking at the sky, without saying a word for a long time.

"Father, it's raining just now and it's cold and damp, don't stand for too long, lest you catch the wind and cold again." Zhu Xiongying came over and persuaded.

Xu Da: "Huaiying, you should know the news of the prince's death, right?"

Zhu Xiongying was puzzled: "Well, grandson naturally knows."

Zhu Xiongying didn't understand why Xu Da asked this suddenly, but after thinking about it, he understood.

Although Zhu Biao was not the emperor, he was the crown prince hand-picked by the emperor, and he was the candidate to inherit the throne in the future. In a sense, he was Xu Da's half master.As a virtuous minister admired by the world, Xu Da's loyalty to the emperor makes him feel sad because of the death of his master. It is indeed normal.

But looking at Xu Da's meaning, it seems that it is not exactly what he thought.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is upright and kind, caring for the common people, and his ability to govern the country can be considered first-class. He is indeed a rare talent, but he did not expect to be so young..." Xu Da said with emotion, "The poor emperor is approaching sixty years old, and he still has to suffer. The white-haired man sends the black-haired man the pain."

Zhu Xiongying nodded: "Didn't Dafather say that life has eight hardships? As long as you are a human being, no one can escape. Even though the emperor is a high-ranking emperor, he still has to suffer."

Xu Da smiled, as if agreeing with Zhu Xiongying's words.

"Yeah, your grandpa has always been stubborn, and this matter is absolutely impossible to knock him down." Xu Da touched Zhu Xiongying's head again, "If he comes some other day, you have to remember to talk to her and comfort her. Two sentences, do you know?"

Of course, Xu Da didn't need to tell him that he knew it, even if it wasn't the opportunity to hug his thigh, even if it was out of humanistic care, Zhu Xiongying would naturally want to comfort him.

Otherwise, you will appear to be too cold-blooded.

"The grandson naturally knows about it, so don't worry about it."

"En." Xu Da responded, and wanted to say something, but finally endured it.

Xu Da actually felt that he owed Zhu Xiongying a lot in his heart. It was he who hid the jade pendant at the beginning so that Zhu Xiongying's identity was not exposed at that time.As a result, Zhu Xiongying had no way to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan. Instead, he grew up in the mansion of another country and called him his great father for so many years.

Until the death of her biological father Zhu Biao, Zhu Xiongying never performed a day of filial piety in front of her.

In other words, didn't they all separate father and son, grandparents and grandchildren by themselves?Xu Da suddenly felt an unspeakable guilt in his heart, although he knew in his heart that this was indeed a way to preserve Zhu Xiongying and let him grow up healthily and smoothly, and it was a last resort and expedient.

But in the dead of night, there was still no way to escape the guilt for Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao in his heart.

Seeing that Xu Da kept staring at him without speaking, Zhu Xiongying felt puzzled: "Is there anything Elder Father wants to say to his grandson?"

"Oh..." Xu Da paused, then hesitated, "It's nothing... Father just feels a little tired..."

Such a sloppy excuse, Zhu Xiongying mercilessly exposed him in his heart.

But he still said: "Father is just recovering from a serious illness, he should have a good rest and don't work too hard, so you don't have to worry about it."

Xu Da nodded: "Father knows."

Three days later, Zhu Yuanzhang never stepped through the door of Wei Guogong's mansion. Just when Zhu Xiongying thought that Zhu Yuanzhang would not come for the time being, Zhu Yuanzhang came.

"You all go down first, you don't need to wait." Zhu Yuanzhang waved away the eunuchs and guards who were waiting beside him.

Zhu Xiongying quietly watched Zhu Yuanzhang come to sit on the stone bench.

Really aged a lot.

He still smelled heavily of alcohol.

"There are indeed too many things to be busy these days, and there is no way to get away, so I didn't come to see you..." Zhu Yuanzhang said to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Xiongying opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang is the king of a country, everyone relies on him and sees that he is omnipotent, but when facing the death of his son, he is just a mortal with emotions and desires.

"I feel that my body and bones are getting weaker and weaker. I feel very weak. I feel powerless to do many things, but I still can't let go of the burden on my hands... The burden has been on my shoulders for so many years. How can I let go of it? , but I really feel very tired..." Zhu Yuanzhang said to himself, regardless of whether Zhu Xiongying responded or not.

Zhu Xiongying couldn't tell whether Zhu Yuanzhang was drunk or not. Drunk was the best, but he knew that Zhu Yuanzhang had always had a good capacity for alcohol, and he was famous for not getting drunk after a thousand cups. This amount of wine was not enough to make him drunk, but it was This sober drunk makes life worse than death.

Cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raise your glass to relieve your sorrow, make your sorrow more sorrowful...

"Grandpa Huang..." Zhu Xiongying shouted, but didn't know what to say next.

Zhu Xiongying raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Xiongying, as if looking at another person through him.

"Like, like, it's really too similar, the appearance, temperament and way of dealing with people are too similar..." Zhu Yuanzhang muttered to himself.

Zhu Xiongying was puzzled: "Who do you look like?"

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to be a little more sober at this time, and shook his head with a smile: "Huaiying...it's okay, Grandpa Huang just drank wine and got a little confused, so don't take it to heart when you say stupid things..."

Zhu Xiongying: "Drinking too much of this wine will hurt your body, Grandpa Huang better not be greedy."

"But... my son died..." Zhu Yuanzhang had tears in his eyes, "so he left me and left... I watched him die in front of me, his body gradually getting cold, but I couldn't do anything, Can't do anything..."

Zhu Xiongying walked over distressedly, put Zhu Yuanzhang's head on his shoulder, didn't say anything, just patted him on the back lightly.

Perhaps at such a time, any words of comfort are too pale.

Zhu Xiongying could only comfort her personally.

Zhu Yuanzhang quietly closed his eyes and stayed there for a while. After being hard for decades, let him be weak for a while. After getting up, he will continue to face the next challenges and sufferings.

"Huaiying go out with Grandpa Huang for a walk."