Xiao Fan was shocked, looked at Zhu Yuanzhang carefully, and tentatively said: "Your Majesty... do you want me to take the scholar exam for a supplementary exam?"

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly felt a stream of blood surging in his heart.

At this moment, he really thought of Xiao Fan being buried with him.

"Forget it!" Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth and said slowly: "I summoned you to tell you that after my death, your power in the court will be extremely strong. I want to remind you not to be a powerful minister who covers the sky. You must know the principle of "prosperity and decline". Hu Weiyong is a good example. Don't be the second Hu Weiyong, otherwise your fate will be miserable!"

The sinister words were like the wind blowing from hell. Xiao Fanqing couldn't help but fight a cold war, hurriedly kowtowed, and said in a trembling voice: "I will never dare to abusive power and disrupt government, and cause trouble to the court!"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked a little slow, and then said, "You will be a good student in the future. Yun Wen is weak in nature, and some things are inevitable. You must do your duty as a minister. If you should advise, and... the existence of the Jinyiwei is very necessary and cannot be easily sacked!"

"My memory... obey the order!"

After the serious matter was said, Zhu Yuanzhang leaned against the head of the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

All he should say is said. Now, it is time for him to bid other people's lives...

Zhu Yuanzhang closed his eyes tiredly, busy all his life, and worked hard all his life. Now, he can finally rest with confidence.

"I am... actually want to know how future generations... will evaluate my life." Zhu Yuanzhang's breath was a little rapid, and his originally pale face was covered with a few abnormal red lights.

Xiao Fan felt sad. He knew that this was a sign that the light was gone.

This is a poor old man. He is rich in the world, but his heart is as poor as a beggar with nothing. He spent half his life to conquer a country, but he has no confidant who can exchange his life. Friends, the heroes and generals who once loyal to him have been killed by him. Occasionally, the surviving old comrades were also scared by his cold and cruel iron-blooded methods and stayed away from him. He is a real slaughter.

Can his life be simply summarized in the words "success" or "failure"? His life is too complicated. His merits and demerits, right and wrong. Even historians hundreds of years later cannot make a correct and pertinent evaluation of him.

Of course, Xiao Fan could not do it. He always feared Zhu Yuanzhang more than respect.

Zhu Yuanzhang's reputation for killing ministers was so famous that even Xiao Fan, a time traveler who knew hundreds of years, had to fear him. - Not all time travelers were dominating the kings and dominating in strange dynasties. Xiao Fan is an exception. He is a timid person, and timid is not shameful, at least he himself thinks it is not shameful.

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang who was terminally ill, Xiao Fan felt a little sad at this moment. Although Zhu Yuanzhang almost killed him several times, Xiao Fan really couldn't hate this poor old man, and even felt a little sympathy for him.

"In the history books of future generations, you will definitely boast about Your Majesty being a great emperor. You restore the Han people, expel the Tartars, create the Ming Empire, and shine on descendants. You are the greatest emperor in ancient times." Xiao Fan squatted beside Zhu Yuanzhang's dragon bed, looking at his turbid and gradually unconscious eyes, and comforted him slowly.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up a little, and he murmured: "Does future generations really say this? I... I have killed so many people in my life and done so many wrong things... Will future generations still evaluate me like this?"

Xiao Fan was silent for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, it is no longer our business to judge the future generations. Please be content with your Majesty. So what if you leave your name in history? It's just a past event..."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled gasping and a sense of relief.

"Yes, I don't care. Actually, I still care. What else does an emperor pursue when he has the whole world? It's just a name behind him. In fact... what does the name behind him have to do with me?... I'm attached to him."

Zhu Yuanzhang's throat squirmed, and the phlegm in his trachea hissed, as if he was trying his best to breathe the last breath of air in the world.

His withered old hand suddenly grabbed Xiao Fan's arm, his eyes widened unconsciously, his pupils in his eyes shrank violently into a needle tip, and suddenly expanded, and his expression gradually spread a sense of fear before his death.

"Xiao Fan... Xiao Fan! Are I going to die? I... don't want to die, I want to live for a few more years..."

Xiao Fan felt sad. He held Zhu Yuanzhang's hand in his back and said softly: "Your Majesty, death is not painful..."

"It's not painful to die, what... it's painful?" Zhu Yuanzhang murmured as he struggled.

Somehow, Xiao Fan suddenly saw so many silver boxes buried in the backyard of his home. After a while of silence, he sighed infinitely: "...The most painful thing is... the person dies, but the money has not been spent, so..."

Zhu Yuanzhang stopped struggling and said slowly with a very calm expression: "Xiao Fan, I am not afraid of death...but I don't want to be angry to death by you..."

Xiao Fan was shocked and hurriedly knelt down and said in panic: "I am guilty!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's face gradually turned dead gray, like a candle in the wind, trying to burn the last ray of light in his life.

With his godless eyes open, Zhu Yuanzhang's voice became lower and lower.

"Xiao Fan, I am riding a horse in the suburbs of Beijing today, as if... it is back to the battlefield of the past... of golden swords and iron horses. I... I really want to... go back to the past years... holding a sharp sword in my hand, killing the generals... and seizing the flag..."

Xiao Fan recalled the heroic appearance of Zhu Yuanzhang on the horse court today, and his expression was full of admiration and yearning.

Looking at Zhu Yuanzhang who was breathing weaker and weaker on the dragon couch, Xiao Fan felt extremely sad, and still smiled and comforted: "... Your Majesty is majestic on the horse court today. I am impressed. I think Your Majesty's way of death is very creative. The elderly and dying ministers were very inspired and inspired when they saw it. Many people expressed their opinions on the spot that when they die in the future, they would also come to the horse farm to ride a horse around, then draw out their swords to gesture to the sky, which felt so cool..."

Xiao Fan kept talking, but Zhu Yuanzhang's chest suddenly bulged, and then it quickly faded, and his whole body trembled violently.

Seeing this, Xiao Fan was shocked and immediately stopped talking, calling anxiously: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! What's wrong with you? I'm going to call the Imperial Doctor..."

Zhu Yuanzhang had some strength from where he suddenly stretched out his withered hand, grabbed Xiao Fan's front, carried him to the closest position to his face, and panted and said gloomyly: "Xiao Fan, you... you bastard... I, I am really angry with you... to death..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang relaxed his hand and fell softly on the dragon couch, leaving no breath.

Xiao Fan was stunned for a long time, looking at Zhu Yuanzhang who was motionless on the dragon couch, his mind roared, as if he had been knocked on the scoop. He hadn't come back to his senses for a long time.

A founding emperor, the most terrifying tyrant in history, was so angry that I... was so angry?

What is the crime of angering the emperor to death?

Even though Xiao Fan was a ignorant of the law, he knew that the charge of angering the emperor was not as light as touching someone else's wallet to the government to make a few tricks on the street...

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan was shocked, then quickly turned around and his eyes quickly patrolled the hall.

Fortunately! Since Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to give his last words to his death, the eunuchs and palace maids serving in the hall had already consciously retreated to avoid suspicion. The entire hall was empty, only him and Zhu Yuanzhang, one living and the other dead.

Xiao Fan wiped the cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to shout, he saw Zhu Yuanzhang's remaining face ferocious, angry and murderous look on his face. Xiao Fan couldn't help but be startled again.

Lao Zhu was so murderous. Fortunately, he didn't have time to issue an order, otherwise Xiao Fan would have died in front of him today...

It’s not good to have a murderous aura, and the King of Hell is unhappy. Besides, if others come in and see Zhu Yuanzhang dead, they might think that Zhu Yuanzhang was angry to death by him Xiao Fan...

Xiao Fan thought for a moment of guilt, so he numbly put Zhu Yuanzhang's body flat. While his facial expression was not stiff, he stretched out his hand to close Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth, and then pulled the corners of his mouth upwards, artificially creating the illusion of smiling and dying to rest his eyes.

Looking left and right, feeling that there was no flaw. Xiao Fan then had a complete expression and soon showed a distraught look. He took a few steps back, knelt down to Zhu Yuanzhang's body, and then cried loudly: "Emperor! Your Majesty! Come on! The Emperor... The Emperor is dead—"

With a huh, Zhu Yunwen, who was guarding the hall and all the ministers in the court rushed in, knelt down at Zhu Yuanzhang's body, everyone beat their chests and stamped their feet, cried bitterly, and there was a miserable mist in Wuying Hall...

Xiao Fan looked around guiltily and found that no one was paying attention to him. Then he cleared his throat and started crying and howling with the ministers.

The death bell in Wufeng Tower above the Meridian Gate rings loudly, the bells are melodious and low, floating in the night sky of the capital.
Chapter completed!