Daming: Depriving Zhu Yunqi of luck at the beginning

"You are Liu Bowen?"

The old man chuckled, nodded calmly and said:

"Exactly."

"Are you still alive?" Zhu Xiongying was shocked. Does the system still have the ability to resurrect the dead?

Then Liu Bowen laughed and said:

"of course not."

"I must be dead by now."

"May I ask my friend, what year is Hongwu now?"

Zhu Xiongying replied: "Hongwu 15 years."

Liu Bowen gently stroked his long beard on his chin, nodded slightly, and then counted with his fingers.

He bowed his hands and said with a smile:

"It turns out that His Royal Highness, the eldest grandson of the emperor, is here, and he is far away from welcoming you. Please forgive me."

Zhu Xiongying's eyelids twitched, and he said speechlessly:

"You... If you are really far away, you will scare people to death."

Liu Bowen laughed and said:

"Your Highness was joking, the old man is not a ghost... It's just that when the old man calculated the fate of the country many years ago, he had already calculated that such a day would come, so he specially left a thought, thinking that after death, he can Speak a few words with His Highness."

"Your Highness is a person from beyond the sky, with the luck of heaven and earth. There has never been an heir with such great luck since ancient times... This is my great blessing!"

Zhu Xiongying listened to his words.

Immediately a little alert said:

"Do you know my origin?"

Liu Bowen shook his head slightly:

"The old minister doesn't know, and can't figure it out."

"Your Highness is also the first person to make the veteran helpless. It is really strange."

"But what your Highness's background is, it doesn't matter."

"The important thing is whether His Highness has the heart to benefit the Ming Dynasty and the world."

"According to the calculation of the veteran, His Highness must be a wise king in the future, so the veteran is willing to leave his spiritual thoughts and try his best to help His Highness."

Zhu Xiongying asked curiously:

"So... You Qimen Dunjia, you can calculate everything?"

Liu Bowen laughed and said:

"Deduce one, care about your own heart... It is the so-called image formed in the sky and formed on the ground. The deduction is nothing more than a vague 'image'. How to interpret it depends on everyone's different state of mind. No one will know the specific future. know what's going on."

"The old minister was lucky enough to learn the strange art. Everyone in the world said that the old minister helped His Majesty win the world... But in fact, it is more the decision of His Majesty's own hero."

"If I let the old minister judge some things by myself, I'm afraid, things will end up worse."

Hearing what he said, Zhu Xiongying nodded in agreement.

Liu Bowen spoke very sincerely, and it didn't sound like he was lying.

Originally, deduction of fate is not the kind of knowledge that involves ghosts and gods, which makes people stay away.

In the eyes of the ancients, this is just a practical tool.

Zhu Xiongying smiled and asked:

"In that case."

"Is there anything you can teach me, sir?"

"Junior is all ears."

Liu Bowen nodded and said:

"Naturally there is."

talking.

He stretched out his fingers and wrote eight characters in mid-air.

"Since ancient times, a powerful dynasty that can secure the world requires a lot of literary talents and abundant martial arts."

"As for literary talent and martial virtue, there are often dynasties that cannot have both. For example, in the previous dynasty, literary talent was not enough, and in the Song Dynasty, martial virtue was not prosperous..."

"One person's strength will eventually be exhausted. Although Your Highness is the master of the Ming Dynasty, if you want to manage a huge empire in the future, you must have enough talents to help you."

"So, Your Highness, besides the whole "Qi Men Dun Jia", I can point out two things that this old minister can help you with."

Speaking of this, he wrote three words glowing with golden light in the air.

"One, it's the Shenji Battalion."

"As early as the early years of Hongwu, the veteran once persuaded His Majesty to set up three major battalions of the Imperial Army, one of which was dedicated to firearms... Unfortunately, His Majesty has never paid much attention to it, and has never officially named the Shenji Battalion."

"The old minister hopes that His Highness can formally name this army in the future... The word "Shenji" is very lucky, so that the army can be built in accordance with the weather, and it is easy to establish invincible military exploits!"

"The old minister has repeatedly deduced that the firearms of the future must be weapons of war and can overwhelm the three armies... If His Highness pays attention to this battalion in the future and develops firearms, it will surely protect our Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Xiongying nodded and said:

"I have already thought about what you said. Firearms are indeed very important. His Highness will definitely attach importance to Shenjiying in the future."

Zhu Xiongying's words made Liu Bowen very pleased.

"Haha, the old minister knows that His Highness must pay more attention to this matter than His Majesty."

"There is a second place."

"Wu, attach importance to Shenji camp, Wen, naturally there must be talents who can be used..."

Then, Liu Bowen wrote four more words in the air:

"Tianmen Academy."

"This is the academy established by Song Chunyou six years ago. It is located in Taiping Mansion. According to the calculations of the veterans, a large number of literary talents must have been born from it in the past few decades... If Your Highness is going to this place, you can pay attention as soon as possible to make plans."

Zhu Xiongying looked at those four words and secretly remembered them in his heart.

After specifying two places.

The portrait of Liu Bowen clasped his fists at Zhu Xiongying and said:

"The old minister said so much, he can die in peace."

"There is one more thing, please agree, Your Highness."

Zhu Xiongying said:

"Sir, please speak."

Liu Bowen said seriously:

"Please, Your Highness, in the future, don't allow my family's descendants to become officials..."

This surprised Zhu Xiongying a bit.

He has done so much, why not seek far-reaching for his descendants?

"Your Highness, the eldest son of the old official has died, and the second son Liu Jing has a straightforward personality. Being an official in the court can easily offend others," Liu Bowen sighed, "None of them have a destiny to be an official. The courtiers are unhappy, but it is the fault of the courtiers."

Originally, Zhu Xiongying wanted to say, with me around, it doesn't matter if your son has a bad personality.

Unexpectedly, Liu Bowen had already expected that he would say that, and even said in advance how to refuse.

Zhu Xiongying could only laugh helplessly and said:

"In that case."

"Then I promise you it will be."

Chapter 154

Ying days.

in the palace.

Today is the day when Zhu Yuanzhang decreed the expiration of the [-]-day mourning period for hundreds of officials in the court.

At the gate of the palace, officials from the Ministry of Rituals led the coffin of the emperor's eldest grandson out of the palace.

Under Zhu Yuanzhang's will, all the officials stood on both sides of the palace gate with solemn expressions and wore sackcloth, mourning the funeral of the emperor's eldest grandson.

……

Inside the palace.

Queen Ma's bedroom.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma looked at Zhu Xiongying's portrait with a look of despair.

Especially Empress Ma, in the past few days, the tears in the corners of her eyes have almost never stopped.

An eunuch walked to the door of the room, knelt on the ground, and said to Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma:

"Your Majesty, Empress Empress."

"The coffin of the emperor's eldest grandson has been buried, and the mourning ceremony at the Ministry of Rites has also ended."

Originally, Zhu Yuanzhang also wanted to go.

But Empress Ma was devastated, and had been haggard and weak for the past few days.Zhu Yuanzhang was afraid that something might happen to her, so he stayed in the palace with the queen.

And Zhu Yuanzhang himself was afraid of seeing things and thinking about others, and his heart was too sad.

Simultaneously.

In his heart, Zhu Yuanzhang still didn't want to believe that his precious grandson just died like this.

He always had a premonition that his eldest grandson, Zhu Xiongying, seemed... still alive in this world?

He didn't even tell the queen and prince about this.

Because reason told him that it was unlikely.

But as long as there is such a possibility, Lao Zhu will not let go of any hope.

Therefore, after he formed Jinyiwei, he specially ordered them to search for matters related to the emperor's eldest grandson.

Hear what the eunuch said.

Empress Ma burst into tears again.

Zhu Yuanzhang wiped the corners of his moist eyes, frowned quickly and said to the eunuch:

"Okay, we know, let's go down."

Wait for the eunuch to leave.

Zhu Yuanzhang comforted Queen Ma.

"Sister, don't be sad, we have other grandchildren..." Zhu Yuanzhang was afraid that Empress Ma would be too sad, so he said hastily.

In fact, even Zhu Yuanzhang himself felt that this sentence was meaningless.

Can other grandchildren compare with Xiongying?

If only one can be left...

Then Zhu Yuanzhang would exchange all other grandsons for Zhu Xiongying without hesitation.

Empress Ma sighed, wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said:

"Xiongying is Xiongying, and other grandchildren are other grandchildren. There is no comparison."

"Cheongba, I've been in a lot of turmoil for the past few days..."

"Why do you think our Xiongying disappeared like this?"

"He...will he still be alive?"