In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, Zhu Xiongying, the eldest grandson of the Ming Dynasty, wanted to show his talents, but the portable system told him. The emperor of the world is only a hundred years, and cultivating immortals and immortals is the right way. Zhu Xiongying, who was eight years old at the time, scratched his buttocks. Damn, I'll believe it. ……………… In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, the eldest child was critically ill, and Zhu Chongba rushed to the East Palace when he heard the news. When I arrived, I saw that before Zhu Biao's sickbed, Zhu Xiongying was dressed in a white robe, his head was tied with a flowing white juan, and he was sitting cross-legged in the center of the candlelight placed in the Big Dipper Seven Star Array. "Imperial grandfather, you're late." The words are closed, the heavy eight old people are in tears, and they feel sad and sad that our eldest grandson is really filial, and he does not miss a moment to wear filial piety for his father. "We've got it!" As soon as he burst into tears, the boy grinned. "I have been serving my father for seven years." ……………… In the thirty-first year of Hongwu, Lao Zhu was terminally ill, and Ah Biao, who had continued his life for seven years, also ran out of oil lamps, and Zhu Xiongying, who had just finished meditating, received a holy decree. 'Fengtian carried the emperor, and the edict said: I and the crown prince are both sick for a long time, and I can't think about a day for a long time, so I hereby order the emperor's grandson to hold the seal and ascend to the Wenhua Palace, divide the government, and raise the army and supervise the country. Everything that the hundred divisions played was decided by the emperor's grandson. Announce to the world, and make the salty envoy known. ’