Chapter 1: My father seems to have died?
Qin Mu had been kneeling in the crowd and crying for three days, but he still didn't know why he was kneeling, let alone why he was crying.
He just vaguely remembered that his "father" seemed to have died?
Why do you say it seems?
Because another voice told him that he did not belong to this world, but was a corporate slave from another world.
Wait, what does corporate slave mean?
Qin Mu just felt that this word was very familiar, but he couldn't remember what it meant for a moment.
This is also the problem he often encounters in recent days, that is, he doesn’t know his past life, nor does he know his present life.
I only vaguely remember the miserable experiences in my previous life, including studying, working, falling in love, working, being dumped, working, getting married, working, divorced, working, until I became a lying-down office worker.
Although there were always various unexpected events during this period, the blessing of work was always with me throughout.
In the end, he gradually forgot even his own name, and only remembered the common knowledge of that era and the common troubles that troubled most people of that era.
who I am?
It seems like someone calls me Zhu Yunhuan (teng sound).
Where am I?
They seem to call this place the Prince's Mansion.
Who is the person lying in the coffin?
"Your Highness, the soul has returned!"
“Oh…”
"Your Highness, the soul has returned!"
“Wuwuwu…”
After listening for a while, Zhu Yunhuan knew who the person lying in the coffin was - the current Crown Prince Zhu Biao!
Who is Zhu Biao?
Wow!
I remember, Zhu Biao was the crown prince of Zhu Yuanzhang!
In history, Zhu Yuanzhang loved this prince very much. After the prince's death, he would rather pass the throne to his eldest grandson Zhu Yunwen than to other vassal kings.
This eventually led to Prince of Yan Zhu Di's rebellion, overthrowing his nephew and ascending the throne of the Ming Dynasty.
By the way, what is my name? Am I the son of destiny, Zhu Yunwen?
Just as he was fantasizing like this, an old man spoke softly to the young man next to him, directly shattering his beautiful dream.
"Yun Wen, don't cry and hurt yourself, go and have a rest."
When Zhu Yunhuan heard this, his heart sank. It seemed that he was definitely not Zhu Yunwen, but an unknown person in history.
"What about me? Who am I?"
Zhu Yuanzhang was obviously stunned when he heard this, and then a trace of heartache flashed across his face.
Look how sad this child is. He doesn't even know who he is...
"Yunxun, you should also follow your brother and rest for a while."
"Oh... yes, my name is Zhu Yunxun!"
"You must remember this time, and never forget it again!"
Zhu Yuanzhang felt terrible when he saw his grandson seriously repeating his name and telling him to remember it and not forget it.
Is this child stupid?
"Call the imperial physician!"
Soon, the imperial physician arrived carrying a medicine box.
After carefully examining Zhu Yunhuan, he gave the most authoritative medical diagnosis.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Second Royal Grandson should have suffered from the Soul-Separation Disease."
"Is it serious?"
"It's not serious. Just take a few doses of medicine and have a good sleep."
When Zhu Yuanzhang heard the imperial physician say this, he finally felt relieved.
He was really afraid that something bad would happen to the emperor's grandson, and that Prince Biao'er would not be able to leave in peace.
"deliver an imperial order!"
"The emperor's grandchildren only need to burn incense every morning and evening, and do not need to kneel and stand guard."
Zhu Yunhuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then he felt his eyelids droop and a wave of sleepiness came over him like a tide that he couldn't get rid of.
But just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard the cheers of a naughty child.
"That's great. Finally I don't have to kneel down and pretend to cry. La la la..."
When Zhu Yunhuan heard this, he was so scared that his eyes opened wide and he looked over with disbelief on his face.
Even though he didn't know the etiquette of this age, he knew that it was definitely wrong to laugh at this time.
When Old Zhu heard this laughter, he found it extremely harsh.
If Zhu Yunwen, who laughed, was only seven years old, he would have ordered his men to drag him away and beat him with dozens of boards.
Even though he could not punish Zhu Yunwen, Zhu still took his anger out on Zhu Yunwen's biological mother, Lu, and severely reprimanded her.
Lu was so frightened that she kowtowed so hard that her forehead was bleeding.
Fortunately, Lu had a good son who also knelt down and begged the emperor, wanting to go against the emperor's will and keep vigil for his father, the prince.
For the sake of his eldest grandson , Old Zhu spared Lu this time.
Although the mourning hall was very lively, it had nothing to do with Zhu Yunhuan.
Because he could now legally and legitimately pretend to be a patient, after taking the sedative prescribed by Doctor Hao, he retreated to his own bedroom and went to sleep.
After Zhu Yunhuan left, the program in the mourning hall was still going on.
Because of the reprimand from the Emperor just now, the crying was even louder than before by several decibels.
Zhu Yunhuan fell asleep amidst the crying sounds, and slept very soundly and sweetly.
Because he knew that Bai Tiao and Huabei would never find him again. It was just a pity that those hundreds of hero skins were wasted, and several of them were limited editions...
When he searched for the toilet in his dream but couldn't find it, he woke up reluctantly. After solving his urgent need with the help of the eunuch, he found sadly that his sleepiness had disappeared.
This is a habit developed from staying up late and working overtime for many years. Once I wake up, I can't fall asleep again.
Zhu Yunhuan walked out of the palace and headed towards the familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard. He wanted to get familiar with the surrounding environment, but unknowingly came to the mourning hall where he cried and worshipped during the day.
The mourning hall was very empty at this time, with only a hunched figure sitting beside the tablet, and a few young eunuchs kneeling beside it, constantly throwing paper money into the copper basin.
Zhu Yunhuan came to the copper basin, picked up a stack of paper money from the ground, and imitated the little eunuch, throwing them into the copper basin one by one.
However, he did not burn this money for the prince, but for his deceased self in another world.
He wanted to say goodbye to himself. From now on, he was no longer someone else, but the real grandson of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yunhuan.
After Zhu Yunhuan burned a few, he suddenly heard a hoarse voice.
"Have you rested well?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan raised his head and saw Zhu Yuanzhang looking at him with his bloodshot eyes. There was grief, despair, and a bit of pity for him in his eyes.
When Zhu Yunhuan saw this complicated look, he immediately thought of his father in his previous life.
In another time and space, there is also an old father suffering the same pain, right?
When Zhu Yunhuan thought of this, his heart ached.
Because of the barrier of time and space, he couldn't give the old man any comfort.
But some things were hard to keep in his heart, so he looked at the old man in front of him who had lost his beloved son and spoke slowly.
"Grandpa Huang, I know someone."
When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he exclaimed "Oh" in surprise.
Because he had heard too many "I'm sorry" comments today, this was the first time he heard this kind of opening remarks.
"Well, go ahead."
"There was a man who had been given high hopes by his father since he was born. He also worked very hard and hoped that he could become his father's pride."
"But his qualifications were limited. No matter how hard he studied, he could not reach the heights his father had reached. No matter how hard he worked, his performance was still mediocre and could not satisfy his father."
"Although he often quarreled with his father over his philosophy, one thing that never changed was his feelings for his father."
"Even if he went to another world, he hoped that his father would let go of his sorrow and not think about him..."
When Lao Zhu heard this, he felt his nose sore and his dry eyes were filled with tears again.
"My dear, wuwuwu..."
Lao Zhu cried for a long time and suddenly realized that something was wrong.
If what that grandson said is true, then the reason why our prince died young is that he was forced to death by us, the emperor, right?
