Mighty and Majestic Concubine Wan Gui

The sixth and eighth emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Qinmiao, Zhu Qizhen.

You must have no idea what he is doing.

He was transforming into a hunting suit with black and colorful dragon patterns, and he was chopping bamboo and pulling weeds with an axe.

The so-called illusion is actually changing the outer skin of one's soul into something that one knows enough about, just like a skillful cook who kneads a steamed bun into a dragon and phoenix, a peony flower, a rabbit, a hedgehog. .

Why is he chopping bamboo here?Because, after Master Hong Wu didn't beat him and threw him out of the yard, Master Yong Le picked him up and scolded him for two days before being thrown out again.His grandfather and father were also very angry with him and ignored him.

And my mother!My mother and her old man are still living well on earth!

What can the unfilial son who is driven out of the house do?

Could it be that he went to the Song Dynasty to spend the night?Isn't this fucking bullshit!

The underworld sent two ghost officials to plan the homestead for him, and surrounded his house with fences: "This land is yours. Build the house yourself and build the fence yourself."

Zhu Qizhen said angrily: "I"

"Your father, your grandfather, your grandfather, your ancestors all did this."

"Be honest, this is our King Yan's law!" The ghost official shook the mace in his hand, and seeing the fat man calm down, he sauntered away.

Zhu Qizhen looked around helplessly, his 'house' was only a piece of land surrounded by sparse fences, among which were mounds of soil, gravel, and a small puddle of more than one meter.And next door is the high-walled compound of the Xuanmiao, a very gorgeous house compared to the fenced open space.

Next, he began to look for materials everywhere, and asked someone how to build a house. God is sorry, as an emperor, the only architectural knowledge he can get in touch with is what kind of cornices and brackets should be used for the newly built palace, and how big it should be.And these materials are of no help to what he wants to do now to build a hut.

He chopped bamboo for a while, and then ran to pull straw in the nearby paddy field for unknown reasons. In his mind, he imagined himself as a sage exiled in the wilderness, singing and working: "August autumn is high and the wind is howling, Roll up three layers of thatch on my house... The boys from Nancun deceived me that I was too weak to be a thief, and openly carried the grass into the bamboo..."

But any learned person would know that he was beating around the bush and cursing the streets.But, in the same way, any learned person would know that his way of swearing is wrong, how dare he compare himself to Du Fu?He deserves it too!

Zhu Qiyu's homestead is next door to him, surrounded by the same fence, but he is very well-behaved, he ran to Xuanmiao Emperor Zhu Zhanji to act coquettishly, and successfully lived in his father's mansion, pretending to sweep the floor every day That's fine, or when my dad brings out a bucket of paint that I don't know where it came from, I honestly go to paint the wall.

He is painting the wall right now, taking a small brush and dipping in lime to paint the shadow wall seriously, to make the shadow wall snow white!Hearing his elder brother's sad and indignant singing from a distance, he curled his lips and continued to paint the wall.

Zhu Yuanzhang roared angrily: "Sun thief! Come here!" Then he rolled his arms and sleeves, his hair and beard flying around in anger, his face flushed, his stomach upright and his splayed feet, he strode out with a stick in his hand, looking for him everywhere. grandson.He didn't wear a hat on his head, the collar of his clothes was ripped open, and a belt was tied around his waist. He looked fierce, and to put it bluntly, he looked more like a handsome butcher than a majestic emperor.

Yes, handsome, the person who can be chosen by Guo Zixing to be his son-in-law will not be too ugly, and his descendants will also have good facial features - fat.

Empress Ma followed slowly, still holding half of a cake in her hand: "Bring it back and beat it! Don't be ashamed outside." This cake is white and fat, and it looks delicious. Oh, I thought the children of today It will become more and more extravagant, but I didn't expect it to be okay.

"Having such a grandson is enough to embarrass me!" Zhu Yuanzhang was furious. When passing by Zhu Di's door, he pointed at his son who came out to watch the fun and cursed: "Your mother is a ****! Your bastard seed!"

Zhu Di felt that he had been hit by an arrow again, and said calmly, "Father, what's wrong?"

Zhu Yuanzhang threw two family letters to him: "You fucking read it for yourself! This little bit of my family property has been ruined by your unworthy descendants!"

Zhu Di read it at a glance, and was a little bit happy that the eldest son of the emperor was born again. As for the fact that the child's mother was not liked by the late emperor, it had nothing to do with him, and seeing that the internal treasury was empty and there was no money for disaster relief, this made him angry, too Angry.He turned around and picked up an ax: "Chop him up and sell dumplings."

The father and son with strong combat effectiveness came straight out of the town with a big stick and an axe.

Don't look at the babbling on the road, when they saw the fat man sitting on the straw pile full of resentment singing from afar, the two men looked at each other with a heartbeat, they dispersed in unison, outflanked the past from the left and right, and sneaked past without making a sound .

Only when he got closer did he get angry, Zhu Qizhen, a fat man, is actually singing here with his eyes closed. If he had known this before, there was no need to be afraid of him running away.

Zhu Yuanzhang kicked up and put his kick on his shoulder, kicking him to the right.

The weight of the soul is relatively light. Although it hurts during a fight, the weight remains the same.Zhu Yuanzhang's kick kicked him ten meters away, and he fell to the ground with a slap, like a venting ball that was thrown hard on the ground.

Zhu Qizhen said, what a familiar feeling this is: "Wow! Why did you hit me again?"

Frowning, Zhu Di strode forward, stepped on his chest, and slashed down with the ax - but he didn't use the blade of the ax to slash down, but the back of the axe.

Zhu Qizhen screamed in pain, struggling desperately with his hands and feet: "Why on earth, why did you hit me again! Why!" So wronged QAQ~

"Is there a reason to beat you? With the little shit you did, that's not enough to beat you for ten years!"

"Grandpa taught you to be a man!"

Zhu Qizhen: "We are all ghosts!"

"You still dare to talk back after being taught by the elders! Look for a cut!"

Zhu Qizhen finally understood what he should say: "Ah! Ahhh!"

"Don't hit me, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"Why did you hit me!"

"What mistake did I make again!"

"Ancestor, let me die to understand! Ahhh!"

Li Shimin, passing by, gloated and said, "Old Zhu, teach the children a lesson? Don't beat them outside. Isn't it just about grandchildren and daughters-in-law? Don't beat them."

He had heard Zhu Qizhen screaming in grief and indignation that his son had married an old woman.

Zhu Yuanzhang chuckled: "Your Chengqian and Xiaojiu don't quarrel over Wu Meiniang anymore?" Of course Li Chengqian looked down on Wu Meiniang and was very angry, very very angry, but Li Zhi had a complicated feeling for Wu Meiniang from the beginning to the end. Feelings, even if I see my sons in the underworld, I still firmly want to be with Wu Meiniang.

Li Shimin couldn't be happier, the span from Wu Cairen to Wu Zhaoyi was not much better than the little prince marrying his maid-in-waiting sister. Although Xiaojiu's daughter-in-law in his family was about the same age, after careful calculation, it was not as good as this pair.He left angrily.

Zhu Yuanzhang whipped him again with the stick: "Drag him back."

Zhu Di had no choice but to drag him by the leg without complaint, dragging him all the way back to Zhu Yuanzhang's yard, closing the door and beating him violently again.

This counts as physical activity!

It can be seen that the two emperors, Hongwu and Yongle, are really different. They both have good physiques that Yujia personally conscripted, and their physical fitness is good. The response is to turn over and lie down, curl up into a ball with your head in your arms, and curl up on the ground like a kowtow.

Zhu Yuanzhang was even angrier. If this coward could jump up and grab the stick and fight back, he would still be a man. Of course, if he had such a brain, he wouldn't be able to live on his life for the rest of his life.Look at my son, my son was able to pretend to be crazy and go straight to the capital, but his brother would be so stupid that he would be forced to death by that little bastard Zhu Yunqi, drive a few crazy, and put a few under house arrest. Four fought back, could it be that most of my cubs are cowardly?

After thinking about the attitude of the chubby grandson in the two sacrificial rites, I am also very timid.

Zhu Di was exhausted from the beating. Although he was moody and indiscriminate killing people, he just didn't take human life seriously. He didn't think killing people was very happy, and he didn't think beating this fat grandson would be very happy.Turning around, I saw my son, grandson, and great-grandson watching carefully through the crack of the door. The three fat people were divided into large, medium and small sizes. The son was the fattest, squeezing around the door like three glutinous rice balls. The belly of the soul is squeezed flat.

Zhu Di glared angrily, took out two sacrificial texts and threw them on Zhu Qizhen's face: "Read it yourself! See what you have done yourself! What have you left for your son!"

Zhu Qizhen read the sacrificial text obediently, and burst into tears: "Natural disasters and corrupt officials have nothing to do with me, ah!!! Don't slap me in the face! Don't kick me!!"

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have been filled with blood, and continued to kick him: "You are paralyzed, the natural disaster is because you are wicked! You are wicked, bubbling, have sores on your head, pus on your feet, and black smoke from your ancestors' graves, and you are full of fucking miasma! Who Smell who died! Deceitful bastard! The existence of corrupt officials has nothing to do with you! The Ming Dynasty has nothing to do with you! The Forbidden City has nothing to do with you! The grandson killed himself and lost it, and you fucking sent his neck to be hacked!"

Zhu Di was a little embarrassed, and took the cake from Empress Ma: "It's riddled with holes, did you see it! This is the Ming Dynasty under your rule. I originally expected that the Ming Dynasty would be as solid as a rock and be passed down from generation to generation. I didn't expect you Such unworthy offspring!"

So, from now on, Zhu Qizhen no longer has to work hard to chop bamboo, pull straw, and build a thatched hut. He can live in the yard of his ancestors again...continue to be beaten and scolded, and silently scolded his son for cheating himself in the cold night.

As for the delicious big piece of milk fat cake, it is made of refined white flour, lard, honey, and milk. It is fluffy and soft, and it is naturally eaten by the queens.

The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is very good.