Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

It's not that others don't work hard, it's just that you are too outrageous.

The voice in the light curtain was slightly teasing and full of exclamation.

But when these words fell in the Huagai Hall, they turned the place into a cold winter.

Zhu Biao subconsciously lowered his head in a daze, feeling that his head was in chaos for a while.

He saw that the joints of his mother's hands that were holding him gradually turned white due to the force. It was not until obvious pain came through that he raised his head.

Queen Ma's lips pressed together tightly, and her eyes held a look of panic and sorrow that Zhu Biao had never seen before. Such eyes made his heart ache, and tears welled up instantly.

But for a moment he didn't know what to say, so the only thing that came to his mouth was:

"My son is unfilial..."

Queen Ma pursed her lips tighter and tighter, looking like she was crying or smiling:

"Why? It should be my mother..."

As she spoke, she pulled her husband's hand over and wrapped it with her son's hand:

"It was my mother who left you too early, which caused a lot of suffering for both of you..."

At this moment, Zhu Biao suddenly remembered that he seemed to have rarely touched his father's hand since he didn't know when.

Cold and rough, like an old tree that has lost its life.

Compared with the childhood memories, the temperature has faded and shrunk a little. If it is different, it turns out that even tomorrow, the emperor will grow old...

Zhu Biaofu raised his head, and the father in front of him had lost all his majesty. In his slightly red eyes, there was a mixture of self-blame, panic, and confusion, which actually made Zhu Biao feel a little heartbroken.

"The loss of a son is due to illness, not because of his father."

After all, he had been dealing with government affairs for a while, and Zhu Biao accurately grasped the key points to comfort his father.

Now it seems that the fact that his father has high expectations for him is not only known now, but also by future generations.

But if the cause of death is really blamed on his father, then for him...

For Zhu Biao, he was still young and far away from death, so he didn't care too much about his future experiences. Just when he was about to say something, he felt the back of his hand sink. When he raised his head, he saw the slightly immature figure of his younger brother Zhu Di. But there is already a resolute face:

"Every problem has a solution. Master Daoyan is right. Once you know your destiny, you should be able to change it!"

"Brother must fight to the death to save his brother! My son is even more willing to die to save his parents!"

Seeing Zhu Di put his hand up, Zhu Di next to him also closed the book.

The words are not at all passionate, but the words are reassuring:

"Judging from the light screen, there have been many changes in the Han, Tang and Song Dynasties. What my mother said before is correct. Our Ming Dynasty is better than the previous Han Dynasty in many ways, and future generations will definitely be better than our Ming Dynasty in many ways."

Before Zhu Zhen could finish speaking, Zhu Zhen's palm hit him with a "pop" sound. Zhu Zhen's expression instantly became a little tense.

Zhu Zhen: "The same goes for my son!"

Zhu Xi grinned and continued:

"My son is willing to learn the victorious method of future generations and save the lives of his parents and brothers."

Zhu Zhen: "The same goes for my son!"

"Lao Liu, you don't have to say anything if you have nothing to say." Zhu Ru felt very tired.

Zhu Zhen: "Then I'm just like Fourth Brother!"

Seeing the high-spirited attitude of his sons, Zhu Yuanzhang felt his heart become alive again, and he could clearly see that his sister's eyes had a slight smile again.

Yes, since what we know now about Cao Liu is no longer what is recorded in "Three Kingdoms".

The Ming Dynasty today is not what future generations will know.

For future generations, perhaps in the history of the Ming Dynasty that this young man knows, Empress Ma died early and the prince died suddenly. Emperor Hongwu lost his virtue just like the ancestor of the Yuan Dynasty. But now that he knows this, he must find a solution.

Moreover, Zhu Yuanzhang had briefly thought about it just now. If Biao'er had injured his body due to fatigue, then the current Marquis Wu might have suggestions.

As for his sister, she might have died of illness, and the person who could seek help was made clear to the young man just now—Tang Taizong, who had a similar fate.

As for the back gangrene that has affected brothers Biao'er and Xu Da, it is still early and there should be a place to find a solution.

But if Biaoer dies young, then Yongle...

But before Tomorrow could figure it out clearly, he heard two childish cheers:

"The same goes for my son!"

"Grandpa Huang, so do I!"

The grandson, who was about ten years old, could not reach the hands that were tightly grasping each other, so the two simply jumped up and rushed towards the target.

The sudden increase in weight caught several people off guard, and they staggered instantly.

After supporting his wife, and watching Queen Ma catching her grandson, and Biao'er rolling into a ball with his brothers and overturning several chairs and stools, Zhu Yuanzhang also met Xu Da's gaze.

As if he knew what the apologetic Zhu Yuanzhang was going to say, Xu Da, the general, smiled as brightly as ever:

"I have never cared about matters of life and death. In this life, I only hope that the Ming Dynasty will expel the Hulu! Otherwise, even if we go underground, it will be difficult to face it..."

Shaking his head, as if he didn't want to mention that name, Xu Da paused briefly:

"Now that things have become clear, I only want to... bring peace to Liaodong forever."

"As for back gangrene..."

Xu Da pondered for a moment, and after looking at each other with Zhu Yuanzhang, they both looked at Dai Sigong.

This made Dai Taiyi a little confused for a while:

"Your Majesty, you don't know that back ulcer is caused by deficiency of yin and fire, resulting in deficiency of qi and blood. Exogenous rheumatism and fire poison cause heat and excess yang. This disease has always been a difficult and complicated disease, sir..."

At this moment, two words appeared unusually abrupt on the light screen, floating out leisurely:

〖Zhuge Liang: Although we don’t know the cause of the infection for the time being, allicin has been prepared by the great doctor Zhang Zhongjing. This substance can inhibit the progression of the epidemic. If necessary, I can invite the great doctor Zhang Zhongjing to share his experience with the imperial physician of the Ming Dynasty in March.

Li Shimin: My wife's illness was treated and cured by Sun Yao Wang. Most of the time, Sun Yao Wang would not refuse her if she needed it. 〗

Dai Sigong paused and said solemnly:

"However, this matter concerns the Ming Dynasty. I am willing to give it a try!"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, then walked silently to the light curtain and stretched out his hand. Under the worried eyes of Monk Dao Yan, Tomorrow Zi finally raised his pen:

〖Zhu Yuanzhang: Thanks to Marquis Wu and Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty for their kindness.

Zhu Yuanzhang: Tang Taizong can just call us Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang: Double eight is okay. 〗

Seeing her husband's embarrassed but cautious back, Queen Ma suddenly felt that the panic she had previously suppressed in her heart was slowly and quietly dispelled.

Thinking of the Empress of Ming Dynasty in the light curtain, Empress Ma couldn't help but said:

"Chongpachi!"

"Hey, it's here." Zhu Yuanzhang dropped his pen almost out of heed, and hurried over to help his wife:

"But what's wrong with you? Doctor Dai, Doctor Dai!"

After waving her hand to say no and giving an apologetic look to the anxious Dr. Dai, Empress Ma smiled softly:

"Eighty-eight?"

"We're here. If sister feels uncomfortable, let's go back to the bedroom first..."

"No, I'm very good, but..."

Queen Ma carefully and slowly leaned over and rested her head on that familiar shoulder:

"How can Chongba get used to leaving my concubine?"