Chinese New Year's Eve still came, not early or late, Hu Ye stayed in the Nameless Mansion without arrogance or impetuosity, received gifts from the neighbors of Qingtian Street, and then returned with similar gifts.

In fact, what they gave was not a gift, it was a friendship, and it was Hu Ye who made them develop Qingtian Street.

If in the past, who would have known that there was a Qingtian Street in Nanjing? But what about now? In the whole city of Nanjing, who doesn't know Qingtian Street? Who doesn't know Qingtian Academy? Everyone is proud to be able to walk around Qingtian Street, and thinks that if they can go to Qingtian Academy, they can be regarded as cultural people.

Looking at the room full of gifts, Hu Ye began to worry, there is food, and he can't finish it for a few months, but fortunately, the weather is not hot now, and it won't be bad if he puts it away.

It's still useful, and it won't be used up in a few years, and the people here are so enthusiastic that they really haven't done anything.

Taking advantage of the dim moonlight, Hu Ye came to the courtyard of the Nameless Mansion and looked at the bright stars in the sky, as if the moonlight was not bright, and they wanted to snatch the light of the moon.

"Young master, we're going out, aren't you going?"

Saren and Tsing Yi have already put on new clothes and are ready to play with the people of Qingtian Street.

"Go ahead, I'd like to be alone for a while."

Hu Ye shook his head, he is no longer the age of Saren and them, he is no longer suitable for playing, it is better to stay with that group of old things, so that he seems to have a little depth.

Yin Changlong has returned to Xinchang Village at the foot of Niutou Mountain, and has brought a lot of good things to the people there, among which there is naturally Hu Ye's heart.

Lao Qian and Xiaocui also went out to play, and they had already asked Hu Ye for tomorrow's leave, and they wanted to go back to Xinchang Village to have a look, which was Xiaocui's maiden home, and Lao Qian would definitely have to work hard when he went back.

It's better to stay with these old things, and watch them fight over a bunch of chessboards one by one. Hu Ye felt that it was good to be young.

Now the chessboard of the Nameless Mansion and the Academy has changed, according to the meaning of Lao Qian, put the soldiers aside, and the handsome and pawns aside, and a few old men don't bother to care why this is happening, as long as they can defeat the old man on the other side, they can't wait to have a few more cars.

Bring a few cups of tea to a few old men, and if you can chew it, you will give a plate of peanuts, and if you don't drink tea, you will bring wine. It's a good day, so it's okay to do anything.

In addition to fighting, several old men did not forget to praise Hu Ye, saying that their care for Hu Ye in the past year was not in vain, and Hu Ye rolled his eyes when he heard it, who is this Nima taking care of whom?

The bell will ring at this time of the 21st century, but there is no clock in this era, but there are fireworks, and the fireworks on Chinese New Year's Eve are a highlight. They started to put it when Hu Ye and the others were eating, and they kept it endlessly, as if they didn't want people to sleep.

There is no curfew in Nanjing today, and the people can play as much as they want. It's only once a year, so no one misses this opportunity.

But Hu Ye is not among them, because he has Zhu Yuanzhang's grounding order.

It was almost midnight, and several old men were also a little tired from playing. Especially Li Yuanshan, who was already old, and his body was not as handsome as before. In addition, he has basically been in charge of the academy for the past six months. So the first one who couldn't bear it was him, and when a few old men were fighting, he had already gone back to the room to rest, but in the end, he read it in the room with the Analects, which made Hu Ye have to sigh, the reader is different.

Although the rest of the old men were also a little tired, none of them wanted to be the first to say it, so they continued to drag their tired bodies to fight. Lou Ying and Xiao Jiuxian have fought for four or five rounds, each with a win or a defeat. Zhang Yuchu has been defeated dozens of times by the public loser, and he has not won once. This made Zhang Yuchu very faceless, saying that if he didn't win or lose once today, he would never sleep.

After serving a few old men, Hu Ye felt that he should go out for a walk, but before he walked out of the gate of the Nameless Mansion, he heard a burst of bells from the direction of the imperial city, Hu Ye didn't count, but it rang for a long time.

The fireworks seemed to be overshadowed by the bells, and after that no one set off any more fireworks, and the whole city seemed to fall into silence, and no laughter could be heard.

After a while, Saren and the others came back, and Lao Qian also came back with Xiaocui's hand, and his face also had the joy he had before, but more of a worry.

A few old men stopped playing chess anymore, and came to the gate of the Nameless Mansion, looking in the direction of the Imperial City, and their faces also showed contemplation.

"There's no reason, I saw a lot of anger a few days ago, there's no reason." Gong Yi muttered to himself, saying things that Hu Ye couldn't understand.

"Hey, life and death have a life and wealth in the sky, work hard all your life, and leave here, but I didn't practice the elixir of immortality to help him get out of the sea of suffering." Zhang Yuchu also sighed.

Hearing this, Hu Ye understood that the bell just now was not for the New Year's celebration, it was Zhu Yuanzhang's death knell!

It's absolutely impossible! Although Zhu Yuanzhang was weak two days ago and had to cough when he said a word, it was absolutely impossible for him to endure these two days, why did he hang up now?

And didn't Zhu Yuanzhang in history have five months to live? Is history really playing its own game? made Zhu Yunwen the murderous person, Zhu Yuanzhang died five months early? However, the bell can't be faked, if the emperor hadn't died, who would have hit the bell, wouldn't he be cursing Zhu Yuanzhang to death? No one should have the courage to do that.

Now he doesn't know anything about the imperial city, Lao Qian saw that Hu Ye was a little worried, so he patted Xiaocui's shoulder, and quickly disappeared into the night, he wanted to inquire about the news, because Hu Ye was not allowed to go out of Qingtian Street.

Originally, there was no curfew for every Chinese New Year, but as soon as the death knell sounded, the army immediately came out to clean up the streets, and everyone went back to their homes, and then the crowd wandering on the streets would be regarded as assassins by the army, and there would be no mercy for killing, so it would be regarded as a burial for Zhu Yuanzhang.

Soon, the cheerful Chinese New Year's Eve turned into a murderous dead city.

Old Qian soon returned, with a look of shock on his face.

"Young master, now the streets are full of troops, several times more than usual, and I don't dare to move around more." Old Qian said worriedly.

"Looks like something is really wrong." Hu Ye muttered, and then recalled the changes that had happened in these days, he seemed to have guessed something, and then began to order, "Let's all go back and rest, during the Spring Festival, don't go out, mourn with the country, and mourn the emperor." ”

So the Nameless Mansion extinguished the lantern in front of the gate, put away all the fireworks and firecrackers, and put down the couplets that had just been hung up, all of which looked so low-key, and the death knell sounded for less than half an hour, and the Nameless Mansion fell silent.

Compared with the silence of the Nameless Mansion, the Imperial City was chaotic, and the cries of many concubines could be heard, because they knew that once Zhu Yuanzhang died, they would only have the share of the funeral.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not have a good time with them in front of him, but after his death, he asked them to be buried with them, and what they cried was not Zhu Yuanzhang's death, but their own death.

The Praetorian Guards have surrounded the imperial city, Zhu Yunwen has come to the emperor's bedroom, Yun Zichen is also fully armed, and the personal soldiers behind him are also murderous.

"Pass the order, let Geng Bingwen's army stand by the Yangtze River, let the Tiger Ben guard guard the Zhengyang Gate, the Jinwu front guard guard the Taiping Gate, the Jinwu rear guard guard the Chaoyang Gate, the Yulin left guard guard the Dinghuai Gate, and the Yulin right guard ......"

Zhu Yunwen stood in front of Zhu Yuanzhang's dormitory, and ordered Yun Zichen blindly, in short, to let his pro-army control the entire Nanjing City.

Now that Zhu Yuanzhang has died, he has become the first person in the imperial city, and his order is the emperor's order, and no one dares to disobey him.

After giving the order, Zhu Yunwen stepped into Zhu Yuanzhang's bedroom, and then there were bursts of crying, it was the imperial grandfather who had taken care of him for more than ten years, just left, could he not be careless?

Zhu Mo, Zhu Song and Zhu Ying were also in pain, how much they wanted their father to stand up now, even if they wanted them to take the assessment, there was no problem, but that qiē became a beautiful luxury, their father was gone, but they couldn't go to see their father for the last time, because there were already many soldiers surrounding their residence.

They know that these are Zhu Yunwen's people, and surround them is not to say what to do with them, this is just just in case, presumably the entire Nanjing City is Zhu Yunwen's people now, and now that Zhu Yuanzhang is dead, everything has become clear, idiots know who will be the emperor, and who will be against Zhu Yunwen at this time?

Kong Ne also heard the death knell of the imperial city, his face was bitter, and after shaking his head, he lay down on the bed.

"Ah Fu, let's go back to Qufu tomorrow, there is nothing for us here." Kong Ne said a word to Ah Fu beside the bed, and then closed his eyes, remembering Meiqi's words, and felt that it was time to go and see her.

"Yes, master, I'll go and prepare."

Ah Fu answered, and then walked out.

Although the sound of the death knell has stopped, the impact he has brought has not disappeared at all. Throughout Chinese New Year's Eve, the city of Nanjing was sleepless, and merchants were thinking about whether the death of the old emperor would have an impact on their business, and whether the tax rate would change when the new emperor took office.

The ministers are thinking about whether their status will change when the old emperor dies, as the saying goes, once a son of heaven is a courtier, many old ministers seem to be aware of the end of their official careers, and when the new emperor takes office, he will return to his hometown, and it is time to give those newcomers some opportunities.

Only those ordinary people sleep peacefully, the emperor will be changed, let's live our own small life, as long as we don't starve to death and die of illness, whoever becomes the emperor is the same. (To be continued......)