"What do you call yourself?"

Sitting on the throne, Zhu Yuanzhang, who finally began to face Chu Ze's existence, couldn't remember his previous self-proclaimed name for a while.

It can be seen how much he didn't value Chu Ze before.

"Back to Your Majesty, I am a traverser. It is defined as the meaning of passing through time and space. ”

"Yes, yes, traverser. You just deliberately miscalculated the inheritance of my Daming title. I hope this can get our attention, right? ”

“...”

Listening to Zhu Yuanzhang's questioning, Chu Ze felt a little speechless for a while.

I just really don't know the title inheritance model of the Ming Dynasty.

However, Chu Ze thought about it and felt that it was normal for Zhu Yuanzhang to ask this.

Emperor Hongwu, paranoia, and his desire for control are almost directly proportional.

And Chu Ze did deliberately miscalculate, to put it bluntly, he had expanded the number infinitely before, in order to let Zhu Biao and others calculate it themselves.

The results calculated by yourself are definitely more shocking than what others say.

You don't see, when Zhu Biao deduced the number of descendants of the Ming Sect in later generations according to the algorithm he just had, his face turned pale with fright...

"Let's ask you, you are obviously already my Ming man. And now he has joined the court, although it is only a small Jiupin master book, but this is already a career. ”

"It stands to reason that you have a bright future ahead of you. Why do you have to go to the temple and die with all your heart? ”

After seeing Chu Ze silent, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care too much about this issue.

Regardless of whether Chu Ze deliberately miscalculated before, or whether he had unintentionally miscalculated the matter of the descendants of the clan.

After all, he has now successfully attracted Zhu Yuanzhang's attention.

With so many officials in the court and so many clansmen in the royal family, none of them even found out about this problem, but Chu Ze, a young man, said it directly.

This point is enough for Zhu Yuanzhang to look at him differently, but it is one thing to look at him differently, if he can't come to a reason, he will still die.

"Hey.. Your Majesty, in fact, I also have my own unavoidable hardships. If you can live, who wants to die! ”

"But I wish I could have a painful death in the future than a painful death..."

When I heard Zhu Yuanzhang ask why he went to the palace, just to seek death.

Chu Ze, who originally looked calm, also had a face on his shoulder at this time, and the whole person looked extremely depressed.

As a person of later generations, Chu Ze deeply understood how dangerous it was to be an official during the Hongwu period.

It can be said that being an official in the Hongwu year is definitely not a star and a half higher than the mortality rate on the battlefield.

And after the crossing, when Chu Ze found out that he had not inherited any memories of his predecessor, he was actually desperate in his heart.

"Stop, we don't want to hear it now, you just ask for a pleasure at every turn. Let's know why! ”

Seeing that Chu Ze began to die without leaving three sentences again, Zhu Yuanzhang also frowned deeply.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang even felt that this guy in front of him was crazy!

Wouldn't he say something else but seek death?

A good living person, why do you always want to die?

And when he heard Zhu Yuanzhang ask about the reason why he was bent on death, Chu Ze also sighed deeply, and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with helplessness in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, let me say it first, I am really a traverser, I am from the afterlife. In other words, my words do not represent my personal thoughts to a large extent, but simply the evaluation of history by those who come after me. ”

"Don't take it too seriously if I say something unpleasant, just treat me as a dead man anyway."

"As I said earlier, it's true that my body is from this dynasty, but now my soul has become a different person."

"And I can't remember anything about what this body has experienced in itself."

"If this identity is just a flat-headed person, maybe it's not a big problem, it can be said to be amnesia or something."

"But what is desperate is that I am an official in the Hongwu period, and I am also a new official, but now, I should have read poetry and books, but I can't even memorize a few sentences in the Four Books and Five Classics."

"In this case, if I continue to be an official, and I suddenly show my stuffing another day and am exposed by a colleague, then what falls on my head is the felony of favoritism and fraud in the imperial examination."

"And there is another problem, the people of later generations do not use brushes. We grew up reading with pencils, ballpoint pens and the like. ”

"You can say that as soon as I write, I will be exposed immediately... Don't you think that a master book who has been promoted from a person and writes more ugly than a dog's planing, is that not enough to kill me? ”

After Zhu Yuanzhang heard Chu Ze's words, he squinted at Chu Ze with some confusion in his eyes.

Finally, he waved his hand to a big man in brocade who had been waiting next to him.

After seeing Zhu Yuanzhang's actions, the people around him also understood that the arranger sent pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

After Chu Ze saw these things, he didn't show much surprise.

didn't even need Zhu Yuanzhang to say, he sat directly on the ground, picked up the brush with strange movements, and began to write on the paper in front of him.

And Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes have been staring at his hand holding the pen from beginning to end.

Most people who have never practiced calligraphy will have one thing in common.

That is, their hands are not steady enough.

At this time, Chu Ze, who was holding a brush, trembled like a sifting chaff.

This action is very difficult to do when it is deliberately imitated.

Because it's an instinctive reaction of the body.

Just by looking at it, Zhu Yuanzhang can basically conclude.

The person in front of him, he really can't write...

"You're not modest at all... This handwriting is indeed more ugly than a dog's planing..."

looked at Chu Ze's hard work before he could barely write the words 'Hello Your Majesty' on the paper.

The crooked shape, a light and heavy brush.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't stand it anymore, and directly threw the words in his hand to Zhu Biao on the side.

At this time, Zhu Biao, who was relieved, also stood up again.

After taking Chu Ze's 'Mobao', he almost didn't laugh out loud.

"Your Majesty, can you now believe that I am telling the truth?"

Although his true deeds were ridiculed.

But Chu Ze didn't take it too seriously.

Writing ugly is writing ugly, and there is nothing difficult to admit.

"Just by reading and writing, we still can't believe your so-called statement that you are from the afterlife."

"But I'm sure you're not educated..."