Daming Zhu Di: Father, why aren't you dead? !

Chapter 143 Longqing Zhu Zaiqi: Yang Yuhuan is in such a good figure! (4.4k to order!)
The immortal master said Zhang Juzheng.

In an instant, all eyes in the main hall were focused on this handsome Zhang.

Especially the Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaixi.

After the baptism of the half-session class just now, this young shooter has now belatedly figured out what all this is about, and it seems that his adaptability is pretty good.

'These selected ministers are mostly the chief assistants of previous dynasties. '

'Why am I Zhang Juzheng instead of Mr. Gao? '

In Zhu Zaixi's heart, Mr. Gao, whom he trusted the most, should be the first chief of his Longqing Dynasty.

Lao Zhu, A Biao, and Lao Zhu Di, the first batch of Tianzi students with high seniority, have already understood the reasons for the examination method and the one-whip method, so they also have high expectations for Zhang Juzheng.

Under everyone's attention, Zhang Juzheng took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.

Zhang Juzheng first bowed to the immortal teacher on the podium, and then saluted all the emperors and princes, then he took a deep breath and spoke.

"I personally think that taxation is the country's finances, and finances are also the country's basic disk."

"If the tax of a country is abolished, the country will be abolished."

"When taxes are abundant, the country prospers."

This answer is very consistent with Zhang Juzheng's established personality.

After all, Zhang Juzheng is becoming the chief assistant of the cabinet. After he has settled the internal and external courts and completely took power, the first thing to do is to implement a long-planned whip method.

The core purpose of a whip method is to collect taxes.

Longqing Kaihai + a whip method allowed the treasury, which had already bottomed out, to be filled rapidly during the Wanli period, and this laid a solid economic foundation for the Wanli Three Great Expeditions.

It's just that Wanli is bad, and he is good at collecting money and spending money. He scraped away all the money in the treasury. When he died, Taicang warehouse had no money to support the war, but there were still more than 700 million taels in the inner court treasury. silver.

After listening to Zhang Juzheng's answer, all the emperors and princes showed their appreciation.

After all, the point of "finance" has already been mentioned in the first class, and finance is related to the survival of the country.

"good."

On the podium, Ji Boying nodded towards Zhang Juzheng, and looked at Yu Qian who was sitting on the other side of Tianshun Time and Space.

"Yu Shaobao, what do you think?"

After Yu Qian was silent for a while, he got up and saluted.

"Master Huixian, Yu Qian believes that soldiers are the foundation of a country."

And this is also in line with Yu Qian's setting.

After all, Yu Qian personally led the defense of Beiping, and deeply realized that if a country does not have a strong army to defend the country, a country cannot even protect its own borders, so how can it talk about the future.

"Yang Shiqi, what do you think?"

Ji Boying looked away again, this questioning routine was obviously full of randomness.

The sitting husky was stunned for a moment, then stood up, like Zhang Juzheng, saluted all parties, and then opened his mouth under the expectant gaze of Emperor Xuande.

This husky belongs to Xuande Time and Space.

"In my opinion, the basic foundation of a country lies in the integrity of the court, the integrity of officials, the death of civil servants, and the death of martial arts."

Yang Shiqi's words were so impassioned that he couldn't help but straighten his back a little.

However, Ji Boying couldn't help but frown. Civil servants like Yang Shiqi who look down on generals still need to find some time for intensive training.

"Monk, tell me."

Yao Guangxiao was taken aback for a moment, muttering in his heart.

'I have a name...'

'Rebellion is the foundation of the empire! '

Of course, I thought so in my heart, and I definitely couldn't say that on the surface. Taking a deep breath, the monk in black touched his big bald head, and then stood up and saluted.

"Master Immortal, this old monk's opinion is different from those of you."

"My old man thinks that imperial power should be the foundation of the country. Only when a wise ruler is in power can the country be strong and prosperous. When a mediocre ruler is in power, the world will be overthrown."

As soon as the old monk said this, Zhu Laosi and old Zhu Di, who were sitting in their seats, were so happy to hear it, and couldn't help sighing: Master still wins my heart!
This Mingjun is naturally Zhu Di, and the Yongzhu is Zhu Yunqi.

However, the smile on this face hadn't lasted for a few seconds on the faces of old Zhu Di and Zhu Laosi, when they suddenly felt chills on their backs, and saw A Biao's cold eyes, and the two hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

"Mr. Yangming, how do you look at this problem?"

Ji Boying finally looked at Wang Yangming, he was a little curious, from which angle this sage of mind would look at this issue.

Hearing this, Wang Yangming stood up slightly and meditated for a moment.

"I think."

"They're all right."

After saying that, Wang Yangming sat back in his seat.

Everyone was taken aback, even Ji Boying on the podium was a little unresponsive.

A saint is a saint, his face is thicker than normal people, copying the answer is really not blushing and heartbeat.

This reminded Ji Boying of another evaluation of Wang Yangming in history: black belly.

This concludes the Q&A session.

Then Ji Boying glanced at all the emperors, princes, princes and ministers present.

Then he turned around, raised his hand to pick up the pen that was already dipped in ink on the pen stand, and with a big wave of his hand, wrote a large character on the rice paper on the panel behind him: 人.

"You just said a lot."

"To sum it up, the essence is this one word."

"And this person can be disassembled into two types."

"One is for the king, and the other is for the people."

After speaking so far, Ji Boying glanced at Yang Shiqi.

"The essence and core of what you said just now is the same as the theory of imperial power that the monk said."

"The state has a sage, and the court has its own ministers, and vice versa."

After pacing for a while, Ji Boying put his hands behind his waist.

"Next, you will enter two periods of illusion. At the end of each period of illusion, you must tell me what problems you will come up with and how to correct them when you think about the basics of the empire from the perspective of the king and the people."

Just as Ji Boying finished speaking, Lao Zhu, who was sitting on the side of the podium, stood up, holding a mace in his hand.

"Listen to each of them carefully, and think carefully about it for us. If we find out that anyone is distracted in class, don't blame our great ancestor for being ruthless."

Ah Biao also stood up at this time, temporarily suppressing the messy thoughts in his heart, and concentrated on waiting for the illusion he was about to enter.

"Well, pay attention to serious analysis."

Ji Boying glanced at everyone.

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

"here is…"

Everyone looked at this is a magnificent altar, five feet wide, nine feet high, with majesty on all sides, named 'Dengfeng Altar'.

And the step on the foot is a majestic majestic mountain.

As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of steps, under the altar, there are all civil servants and military generals kneeling on the mountain, shouting long live, and the flags are unfurled, majestic like smoke, which is very majestic.

"Tarzan."

Ji Boying said lightly.

All the emperors and princes have one word in their minds: Taishan Fengzen.

This is a special activity that only the Son of Heaven can perform.

Looking down from the long river of history, throughout the ages, there are only seven emperors who practiced meditation in Mount Tai.

They are Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, Guangwu Emperor, Tang Gaozong, Wu Zhao, Tang Xuanzong, and Song Zhenzong.

Of course, Wu Zhao's identity as Wu Zhou is not recognized. Tang Gaozong and Song Zhenzong, these two guys are purely hard-boiled, and they are about to be sprayed by later generations.

Taishan enshrined Zen, and the only ones who were not sprayed with the eight classics were Qin Huang, Han Wu, Emperor Guangwu and Tang Xuanzong.

In fact, at the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, many people wrote letters, hoping that Lao Zhu would go to Mount Tai to enshrine Zen.

After all, Lao Zhu took down the world from a bowl and restored the Han family that had been occupied by foreigners for a hundred years. Based on this alone, Zhu Yuanzhang's three words are enough to cover the ages, and Fengchan Taishan is even more worthy of the name.

However, Lao Zhu rejected all Feng Chan's suggestions.

The reason is also simple, one is that Taishan Fengchan needs a lot of manpower and material resources, and it consumes all the fat and anointing of the people.

For Daming who had just experienced war and the world was at peace, it was obviously a huge burden, and Lao Zhu didn't want the people to be burdened by it.

The second is that they don't bother at all.

Ever since Song Zhenzong forcibly rubbed against Taishan Fengchan, he directly lowered the authority of Fengchan Taishan.

The one who also rejected Feng Chan among the sons of the Great Ming Dynasty is old Zhu Di.

In the 14th year of Yongle, the Ministry of Rites wrote many times to ask the emperor to go to Mount Tai to enshrine Zen. As a result, the old Zhu Di was angered, and in the end he was scolded by the old Zhu Di.

Hundreds of words were approved in the submitted memorial, and the translated content was: Are you done?Not enough work saturation?Do you need me to check it out? !

From then on, during the Yongle Dynasty, no one dared to mention the matter of enshrining Zen.

"This should be the 13th year of Kaiyuan."

As the most educated A Biao of Lao Zhu's family, he had read Kaiyuan Shilu by heart.

A Biao stared at the position of the podium, which was located in the Dengfeng altar in the holographic projection. Beside the immortal master, there was a majestic man dressed in an imperial crown, who was solemnly performing the ceremony of Dengfeng.

This person is Li Longji, also known as Tang Xuanzong, Tang Minghuang.

Zhengde Emperor Zhu Houzhao got up and walked to the Dengfeng altar, compared with Li Longji who was offering sacrifices to heaven, and then grinned.

"Hey, this kid's looks match what I have."

Others also gathered together, wanting to see what Tang Minghuang looked like up close.

However, this group of people has not yet waited for the altar position.

The surrounding images are changing rapidly.

This feeling is like a quick cut of a high-burning scene, performing the ultimate prosperous Tang Dynasty at an extremely fast speed. Everyone is stunned in place, looking around, with amazed eyes.

That was a scene of Haiyan and Heqing, that was the heyday of Kaiyuan.

In their ears, there are one after another voices sounding at the same time, some are heroic, some are chic, some are swallowing mountains and rivers.

"You will be the top of the mountain, and you will see all the mountains and small ones at a glance."

"Mochou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king."

"When riding the red dust princess smiled, no one knew it was Litchi."

"There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to help the sea."

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and it runs to the sea and never returns..."

"........."

Accompanied by the reverberation of the voices of these poems, the surrounding scenery is also changing rapidly. From the very beginning of the prosperous world, it suddenly turned into a raging war, mountains and rivers cracked, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

"The carts are rattling, the horses are Xiaoxiao, and the pedestrians have bows and arrows at their waists. Yeniang's wife walks away to see the dust off the Xianyang Bridge."

"Fenghuo lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold."

"…………"

"There are tens of thousands of mansions and mansions, and the world's poor people are all happy!"

The picture slowly stopped in front of a broken thatched hut, a man dressed in gray linen, looking up to the sky and chanting this sentence.

Finally, there was a sudden change, and the picture appeared in a room with a Buddha statue.

"here is…"

"She is?"

Old Zhu Abiao, old Zhu Di, and everyone else hadn't gotten out of the immersion in the rapidly changing picture just now.

Ji Boying looked slightly, and in front of him was a desperate and beautiful face of a woman.

"Mawei Station, Yang Yuhuan."

A Biao took a deep breath and acted as the audience commentator.

"Is this Yang Yuhuan?"

Old Zhu frowned, standing beside Ji Boying, his eyes also fell on the sad and beautiful face with remaining tears.

The eyes of more than 30 big men are all on the half-covered woman at this moment.

Even though the Emperor Chu Jun has seen countless beautiful ladies, his mind can't help being shaken at this moment.

A poem, consciously emerges in everyone's heart.

'Clouds think about clothes and flowers, and spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it wasn't for Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. '

Layman Li Taibai of Qinglian, sincerely do not deceive me.

nice.

For Yang Yuhuan, there is only such a simple word to describe.

Among the four beauties that have been extolled all over the world, the true and false of Xishi is unknown, and Diao Chan is purely fabricated. Only Zhaojun and Yuhuan have the exact identity.

In later generations, the saying that "Tang regards fat as beauty" prevailed.

But in fact, plump and fat are two completely different concepts, but any experienced driver understands the taste of plump beauty.

For example, Shui Bingbing is the perfect interpretation of Yang Yuhuan.

"Hey, hey hey..."

At this time, Emperor Longqing Zhu Zaiqi, who had always been uninterested in class shooting, suddenly became extremely excited.

Because in the Buddhist hall of Maweiyi, there are not only Yang Yuhuan, but also two people, the 72-year-old Tang Minghuang, and his attendant Gao Lishi.

At this time, the 72-year-old Tang Minghuang was "taking off his clothes", and the other emperors, princes, princes and important officials also held their breath subconsciously. No one made a sound, even the monk Yao Guangxiao didn't blink.

More than 30 big men gathered together xxx.

'? ? ? '

Ji Boying glanced at it, and was momentarily stunned.

'WOC!This thing can actually watch movies! '

His heart suddenly became a little excited, and he suddenly found that the first-person perspective was very useful.

Cough twice.

"Well, this part is not good."

My thoughts turned, and I skipped over this section of content that everyone didn't like to watch, and jumped to the screen after everything was over.

I can clearly hear the sighs of the emperors.

……………(beginning)…………

In the 15th year of Tianbao, Mawei Station.

After the mutiny, the Forbidden Army has surrounded the inn, and the Prime Minister Yang Guozhong has been shown to the public.

And the purpose of these forbidden army mutinies is also simple. They asked the Emperor Ming to order Yang Yuhuan to die.

Buddhist hall.

It's over.

Li Longji looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and his old tears couldn't stop pouring out.

"Yuhuan, it's me."

"I'm sorry for you."

With her hair loose, Yang Yuhuan smiled.

The green onion hand, which was like a tender lotus root, was lifted up, and Gao Lishi, who was kneeling beside him, handed over a three-foot white silk tremblingly.

"Today, if you are in the body of Yuhuan, you can protect His Majesty."

"Yuhuan, that's enough."

As he spoke, he grabbed Li Longji's hand, used Li Longji's hand to wrap the white silk around his neck, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Sanlang, if there is an afterlife."

"May you and I never see each other again."

Tears fell from the corners of Zhu Sha's eyes.

Li Longji held the two pieces of Bai Ling, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He raised his head and held his breath, his face showed determination, and he tightened his grip...

………………(end)…………

The screen is fixed here.

Like a dream bubble shattered, the surrounding scene returned to the main hall.

Ji Boying swept across the group of emperors and princes, and he could clearly feel a sense of sadness in Lao Zhu, the three Zhu Di, Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen, and Hongzhi Emperor Zhu Youtang.

These few great sons of tomorrow all have one thing in common, that is dedicated affection.

Witnessing the scene where Tang Minghuang personally ended his beloved love, it is inevitable that some associations will arise.

"The first illusion is over."

"Who will tell me what I saw from this illusion."

The voice fell.

Emperor Longqing Zhu Zaiyi didn't know what kind of demon was possessed, swallowed his saliva, and blurted out.

"Yang Yuhuan has such a good figure!"

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