How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Standing in front of Li Xin is the famous Xu Xiake?

Li Xin was in disbelief and looked at the brother in front of him curiously.

There is no way, Xu Xiake is too famous.

He can be called the ancestor of travel friends in the Dragon Kingdom, and he is also a famous geographer, traveler, explorer and writer.

He did nothing else in his life, only three major things.

First, travel.

Second, travel.

Third, it’s still fucking travel!

This man is a travel madman. After failing the imperial examination at the age of fifteen, he resolutely gave up his career in the imperial examination and started his legendary life.

Starting from the thirty-sixth year of Wanli, the 22-year-old Xu Xiake officially traveled far and traveled until the fourteenth year of Chongzhen.

For thirty-three years, except for the death of his mother and his wife from illness, he has been hiking all over the country.

Eventually he fell ill in Yunnan and died soon after he was sent home. After his death, he left behind an eternal masterpiece "Xu Xiake's Travels".

His life is a legend, praised and remembered by many people.

The reason for remembering Xu Xiake is not that he was a hero, but his adventurous heart full of freedom.

Later generations once wrote a book called "Those Things About the Ming Dynasty", which details every process of the Ming Dynasty from its founding to its demise.

But its last chapter tells the story of Xu Xiake's life experience.

At the end of the book, the author leaves a sentence.

I only wrote about Xu Xiake because I wanted to tell you.

The so-called century-old fame, eternal hegemony, and eternal fame are nothing but rubbish.

Only what Xu Xiake did has real meaning.

This thing is...

Live this humble life the way you like!

Therefore, when Li Xin learned that the person standing in front of him was Xu Xiake, his eyes turned red.

envy!

The great envy made Li Xin have mixed feelings.

Mr. Xu, I wish I could be like you and do the things I like so carefree.

Unfortunately, I can't do it!

"Mr. Xu, please be granted a certain title."

Li Xin bowed down respectfully.

But Xu Xiake in front of him was confused by Li Xin's attitude.

"Um...Mr. Feng...how...how can this be done?"

Xu Xiake's old face turned redder and redder, and his hands were so cramped that he didn't know where to put them.

His real name was Xu Hongzu, and his nickname was Xiake, which was just a pen name he gave himself.

Who would have thought that the famous Feng Taibao Feng Lixin would say it outright.

This feeling of being flattered made Xu Xiake blush while feeling very proud.

Take a look!

How many people have advised me not to do this meaningless thing.

I didn't have the emperor's orders, so I traveled around the world with a bamboo stick and a meager financial support, going through a lot of hardships.

Has someone finally recognized my actions?

For a moment, both of their eyes were red, and they felt like they had found their best friend in this life.

This made Shen Lian completely confused.

He couldn't understand why two men in their forties or fifties looked at each other and cried.

"Mr. Feng, Mr. Xu... let's..."

Let's stop crying. What should we do next?

Li Xinxin smiled and had no choice but to put away the fragile emotions deep in his heart and said softly.

"Go home! Let's talk about everything after we get home!"

Only after returning home can we start the research on the escape capsule and start the follow-up pursuit of the silicon-based life.

He even found out why Xu Xiake was able to escape death.

Li Xin had a vague hunch.

Finding out about this matter may solve all your problems.

……

Time flies, and half a month passes in a flash.

The rescue work in Kyoto has reached the final stage.

For fifteen days, all the people who were not rescued may have died, but those who were rescued also received good treatment.

A large number of collapsed buildings in the capital were all cleared, and even the deep pit of Wang Gong Factory was re-buried with new soil.

Reconstruction work is in full swing.

The pain will eventually pass, and life is the mainstream.

The people of Kyoto who suffered a catastrophe silently licked their scars, and perhaps only in the middle of the night would they cry and mourn their dead relatives.

At the same time, he did not forget to curse the unscrupulous emperor.

Without him, how could the sky bring such disaster?

Also holding the same idea was the Emperor of Tianqi, Zhu Youxiao himself.

Zhu Youxiao was ill and seriously ill.

That day, after he was shocked to hear that his son Zhu Cijiong had died in a shock, he was caught in a heavy rainstorm and vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

After several days of resuscitation by the imperial doctor, he was finally saved, but his body became increasingly weak.

At the same time, recalling the entire tragedy of the explosion, Zhu Youxiao lost all hope of life for a while and only felt that he deserved death.

But he didn't dare to die.

I'm afraid that when I get to Jiuyou Huangquan and see my ancestors, and even my grandfather Zhu Yuanzhang, I will be skinned all over by him.

"Huh... I am... alive?"

Because the Qianqing Palace was severely damaged, Zhu Youxiao lived in the Yangxin Palace during this period.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you are finally awake... Oh, oh, oh, oh, you scared me to death."

The first time Zhu Youxiao woke up, he saw Wei Zhongxian in front of the bed.

Wei Zhongxian had obviously been naked and undressed for several days and had been waiting at the bedside, otherwise he wouldn't have looked haggard.

Seeing Zhu Youxiao wake up now, I am really happy from the bottom of my heart.

"Wei Daban..."

Zhu Youxiao walked around the gate of hell and saw that Wei Zhongxian was still with him, and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

"Don't cry, mate, you are not young anymore. If you cry again and hurt your body, what should I do?"

He stretched out his thin hand and touched Wei Zhongxian's cheek tremblingly.

"Okay, okay, Your Majesty, I'm so happy to see you wake up. I won't cry anymore, I won't cry anymore..."

Wei Zhongxian wiped away his old tears and still knelt beside the bed and held the little emperor's hand.

At the same time, I felt sad.

He is only twenty-two years old, how could he be like this?

He was as skinny as wood, his hands were like withered claws, and his whole body exuded a lifeless air.

Zhu Youxiao twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, but then he remembered what happened that day and his expression became sad.

"Daban, how many days have I been unconscious?"

"Replying to Your Majesty, you have been feeling drowsy, waking up and sleeping, so you have been unconscious for fifteen days..."

"On the 15th?"

Zhu Youxiao was shocked: "My Jiong'er..."

Wei Zhongxian whispered: "Your Majesty, the weather is hot and there is a great epidemic after the disaster. I really dare not let Xiao Longzi stay in the palace for a long time. Two days after you passed out, you chose a place to bury Longzi near the imperial mausoleum."

"Buried? Already buried...cough cough cough..."

Zhu Youxiao coughed violently again, and finally sighed.

Bury it, or bury it, and return to the earth with dust, everything is my fate.

He then asked about the specific circumstances of the explosion.

"Daban, I don't know... I wonder if you have counted, how many people have died in our capital... how many people have died?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wei Zhongxian with bright eyes and a nervous look on his face.

Things have happened, and Zhu Youxiao is most concerned about how many people have died.

"Your Majesty...this..."

Wei Zhongxian opened his mouth, with a bitter look on his face.

"There are not many people. Your Majesty, you should rest in peace and recuperate. Wait until the dragon is healthy before dealing with these trivial matters."

"I want to know how many people died?"

Zhu Youxiao was paranoid and stared at Wei Zhongxian.

Wei Zhongxian saw that he couldn't hide it anymore, so he had to tell the truth.

"According to statistics from the Ministry of Household Affairs, Shuntian Prefecture, Jinyiwei Yamen, and the Wucheng Army and Horses Division..."

"This time, more than 76,000 houses collapsed in the capital, and the missing population reached... 370,000 people."

"What did you say?"

Zhu Youxiao sat up straight from the couch with a look of shock.

Three hundred and seventy thousand died?