Chapter 137 137, Everything Goes With Its Own [End]

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"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should know that you are doing this, but it is against His Majesty's will of the Emperor, how do you explain it to His Majesty the Emperor?" Shen Cong looked at Zhu Biao and said softly.

After all, Zhu Yuanzhang even forced his own daughter to death, and after killing so many dragon veins, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not lose his mind and kill again.

Zhu Biao shook his head slightly: "You don't need to worry about this, it's enough for you to take care of your son, Master Liu once said that wealth is in the sky, life and death depend on fate, everything has its own fixed number in the dark, and no one can change it, including Boss Shen."

After speaking, Zhu Biao didn't look at Shen Cong anymore and left directly.

Looking at the figure of Zhu Biao leaving, Shen Cong smiled bitterly, what has he worked hard for so many years is nothing more than to make himself live a better life and let his family live a better life.

However, Yongle left his son away, and his father Shen Wansan lived in seclusion in Yunnan, leaving himself alone to fight in the north and south.

"Hahaha, everything has its own fixed number, there is really no need to change it, or it is a name in history, son, let's go, go back to Vladivostok, don't come back to the Central Plains, do our business well, no matter how it is."

Shen Cong dragged the child straight to the north, and the seven people in the dark night hurriedly greeted him, and everyone left as quickly as possible.

A few months later, the Hu Weiyong case broke out, which involved a wide range of people.

A few years later, Queen Ma died, Zhu Yuanzhang was in pain, and killed his ministers in the same year.

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Vladivostok is still prosperous here, and there is an endless stream of ships coming and going, all of which show the prosperity of the Shen family?

Shen Cong looked at his son, who was already as tall as himself, and smiled: "Son, look at your grandfather who killed so many people, but now he can't die well."

"Dad, why did my grandfather want thirteen coffins out of the city gate?"

"Why? I'm afraid that someone will dig his grave, everything has its own certainty, and no one can change it, okay, go to the tile to collect our profits. ”

"Hey." Shen Qiu promised and left quickly.

"Zhu Di will ascend the throne soon, I'm afraid he won't be too old, it's time to go up."

History ended up like that, everything went naturally, and King Yan succeeded in ascending the throne with the support of a mysterious merchant.

The people speculated about this businessman, but no one knew the identity of this person, only that his business was all over the world, and he was rich all over the world.

【END】

The ending of this book, I guess everyone didn't expect it, including myself, yesterday's one, when it was sent, it was estimated that everyone knew it in their hearts, and it may be a signal of the end.

Recently, the results have also been slowly rising, and I am very happy and want to continue writing.

But there's really nothing to write about, so it can only end here, because everyone knows the history after that, Emperor Jianwen disappeared, and King Yan ascended the throne, but these are not big problems with the protagonist.

If I want to continue to write, then I am afraid it will be a running account, which will dilute the previous writing, and it is not in line with my original intention, the original intention of the creation of this history is to write a story about the power struggle in close combination with history.

One party falls, then the story ends, although the protagonist is Shen Cong, but everyone can see that I have a lot of descriptions of Zhu Yuanzhang.

For Zhu Yuanzhang, I personally don't like it very much, although he founded the Ming Dynasty through hard work, but he killed heroes and abolished the prime minister system so that I don't agree with it, maybe this book is against Zhu Yuanzhang to a certain extent!

That's the end of this article, a eunuch who is not a eunuch.

Bye-bye, dear readers of history, and thank you for being with me.