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

Chapter 156 Xiao Wanli: There Are No Immortals in the World (Ask for a monthly ticket!)

As soon as Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen finished speaking, other voices followed, all of which were full of hostility.

"We must capture this Nurhachi alive and subdue the capital! Ling Chi must be executed!"

"Cut in half! It must be cut in half!"

"No, Ling Chi first, and when he is about to die, cut him in half!"

"…………"

All the emperors and princes of the Ming Dynasty looked aggressive, and they even started to think about new tortures.

It's understandable to have such emotions.

After all, from the perspective of these great sons of heaven, the Jurchen clan represented by Nurhachi is a group of savages who drink blood and are aliens who invaded the Han family.

This is even more unbearable than seeing Li Zicheng break into Beiping City. After all, Li Zicheng is still a Han Chinese, and Jurchen braids are a crime worthy of death.

"stop."

Ji Boying glanced at these emperors and princes.

Let this group of people continue to discuss, and don't know what kind of torture will come up.

For Ji Boying, his core purpose is to prolong the reign of the Ming Dynasty in each time and space, and the battle of Saerhu is an indispensable key to prolong the reign of the Wanli time and space.

Make a simple assumption.

If the battle of Saerhu ended with a complete victory for Ming Dynasty, then the following possibilities would arise in the future.

First, the Hou Jin headed by Nurhaci will collapse directly. After all, the wild boar skins of Jianzhou Jurchen closed the Liaodong trade in Wanli and stopped importing Jurchens ginseng. No one wants it if it is soaked, so it can only be fed to wild boars.

This battle of Salhu is a battle where the wild boar skins fight for their money.

After the defeat, in order to eat, Jurchen's various ministries will most likely renew their allegiance to Daming, just like the Jurchen Yehe tribe, which will become part of Daming's defense force.

Of course, Daming could also choose to slaughter all the Jurchens to avoid future troubles.

Second, the elite royal masters who were used to conquer wild boar skins were able to return to Beijing. In this way, the She'an Rebellion in a few years later will most likely not be a disaster for more than ten years, and the imperial court has enough military power to suppress the rebellion in a short period of time.

Third, if Saarhu is defeated, there will be no endless three-payment levy, large-scale peasant uprisings will not cover the Northwest so quickly, and Ming will not fall into internal and external difficulties in the future.

Of course, there is no word 'if' in the original history.

But in Ji Boying's case, it's not the case, the main point is that anything is possible.

Just about to talk about the internal affairs of the Wanli period.

Sudden.

Ji Boying thought of something, which, in Ji Boying's view, was very important to Longqing Time and Space.

"I'll bring someone here and discuss a cup of tea freely."

Throw down a sentence.

As soon as the words fell, the shadow of the immortal teacher disappeared from the podium.

Regarding Ji Boying's sudden departure, the princes and princes in the audience are not surprised, the immortal masters have their own arrangements, and they are more concerned about the battle of Saarhu at the moment.

With Ji Boying's departure, the whole classroom exploded in an instant, and discussions began.

Lao Zhu didn't stop it either, after all, the immortal master said when he left, this cup of tea, free discussion, is allowed to talk.

There is only one core discussion point among the emperors and princes, and that is how to fight to win the battle of Sarhu, and how to kill this Nurhachi.

"Although this Yang Hao has an unshirkable responsibility, I think the bigger problem that led to Saarhu's defeat should be on Wanli."

After listening to the meeting, A Biao attributed most of the guilt to Yang Gao, and then spoke.

"But the immortal master just said that my son Zhu Yijun is the master of Zhongxing, so I think the main factor should be the incompetence of the coach."

Zhu Zaicui, who never dared to talk too much in front of his ancestors, now sang a challenge with A Biao unexpectedly, intending to justify his good old son's name.

Perhaps for Longqing Zhu Zaiyi, this cub is his only chance to stand up in front of his ancestors in this class.

"Everyone, look at the map."

Just as everyone was arguing about the Battle of Salhu, the young Zhu Houzhao smiled and took out a map from his arms. After spreading it on the table, it turned out to be a detailed map of the Nine Sides of Ming Dynasty.

Everyone was stunned, especially Hongzhi Emperor Zhu Youtang, whose head was full of question marks.

What is this kid thinking about every day, and he actually carries the Nine Sides Map with him.

Only Wu Zong Zhu Houzhao could understand the inner thoughts of Zhu Houzhao, a young Hongzhi boy. After all, he survived like this back then. In his dreams, he wanted to go to the border to fight a battle and show the great power of Ming Dynasty.

Everyone gathered around the spread map in an instant, looking at where Saarhu was.

"Get out of the way, the great grandfather is here."

Old Zhu stepped down from the podium with his hands behind his back, and the descendants of the Zhu family hurriedly moved out of the way and gave way to Lao Zhu in the C position in the center. Old Zhu Di and A Biao were by his side.

Then, saliva flew everywhere, and everyone started to express their opinions on the map, regardless of whether the sergeant was moving or not.

Some said that the troops should not be divided up, and others said that it was because the West Route Army was too aggressive.

"Dividing into the army is not dividing the troops. With the terrain of Saarhu, there is nothing wrong with dividing and entering."

"And there is nothing wrong with the West Route Army choosing to advance aggressively."

"The core of Saerhu's defeat lies in the fact that none of the four armies can sustain Nurhachi's short-term charge."

"As long as there is one army that can hold back Nurhachi, even if it is only for a day, the other three can complete the encirclement in the starry night and carry out a battle of encirclement and annihilation against the Jin army."

"Dividing into encirclement is the perfect strategy."

Old Zhu Di said in a concentrated voice with sharp eyes.

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Longqing time and space.

Wenhua Hall, side hall school.

Zhang Juzheng was supporting his beautiful beard, smiling at the nine-year-old child in front of him.

This child looks fair and clean, a little chubby, especially that chubby little face, which makes people want to pinch him very much. This is the crown prince Zhu Yijun.

In March of the second year of Longqing, Zhu Yijun was officially registered as the crown prince by Zhu Zaicui, and he was in the East Palace.

At the age of five, Zhu Yijun started to study and studied extremely hard. He can be said to be a standard excellent successor of the royal family.

"His Royal Highness, just now you memorized three paragraphs of "Lizheng" by mistake, and mispronounced seventeen characters. You have to copy it ten times."

Lao Zhang used the most gentle language to say the cruelest punishment to a primary school student, copying books.

"Yeah, I'll follow Mr.'s advice."

Facing the punishment for copying books, Xiao Wanli was not at all unhappy, but instead saluted handsome Zhang respectfully.

In fact, it's not that Xiao Wanli loves to copy books so much, the main thing is that he can't do without copying.

As long as he dared to say 'no', the news would surely reach the ears of his mother, Empress Li Guifei, and what little Wanli would face next would not be as simple as simply copying books.

The following general procedure is that he will be summoned into the harem by Concubine Li Gui, and then punished to kneel, and it will take half an hour to start once he kneels.

Xiao Wanli just finished his ceremony here.

Suddenly his expression changed, and he suddenly looked behind Zhang Juzheng, but he didn't panic.

"Who are you!"

Little Wanli drank calmly.

In terms of this bearing alone, the nine-year-old prince really has some majesty of the emperor.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Juzheng reacted instantly, subconsciously turned around and looked, when he saw the familiar fairy master, his face was overjoyed, and he quickly stood up and bowed in salute.

"Zhang Juzheng, meet the immortal master."

"His Royal Highness, quickly follow me to meet the immortal master."

While saluting, he urged Zhu Yijun.

Zhu Yijun was taken aback.

'Immortal Master? '

'Immortal? '

'Pooh! '

Although he is only nine years old today, he has been reading since he was five years old. He already has his own views on the affairs of this world. After reading many books, he has come to a conclusion.

Immortals are just nonsense.

"Mr. Zhang, this person is lying to you. There are no immortals in the world."

Zhu Yijun, who was only nine years old, speaks righteously and sternly.

"Your Highness, the Immortal Master is Xuanqing's teaching and transformation of Tianzun. This time he descended to the Great Ming Dynasty to extend the country for our Great Ming Dynasty."

"Blassuring an immortal will lead to disaster. Your Highness must not speak nonsense."

Zhang Juzheng raised his tone a bit.

"The Master said: You don't talk about strange powers and confusion."

"Sir, this is what you taught me before."

The meaning of this giant saying is that a gentleman should keep the righteous way in his heart and keep a respectful distance from ghosts and gods, otherwise he will be ruled by ghosts and gods.

Zhang Juzheng was taken aback.

I was educated by a nine-year-old doll, but I still can't refute it.

Because, this was indeed taught by himself. He still remembers that after he finished speaking this paragraph, he seriously warned Zhu Yijun not to blindly study ghosts, gods and Taoism like his grandfather. .

Maybe this is, slap yourself in the face, lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot.

For a while, Zhang Juzheng was speechless.

"Where are you from, that you trespassed on the Wenhua Palace, and dared to seduce the court elder in front of my palace? You know that the crime is serious!"

Little Wanli flicked his sleeves and scolded sharply.

"Your Highness, don't be disrespectful!"

Zhang Juzheng panicked, he quickly grabbed Zhu Yijun, for fear that this kid would continue to say something rebellious, and if he offended the immortal master, he would be finished.

"Humph."

"I didn't expect that this demon way of yours would actually bewitch Mr. so far."

"If this palace is succumbed to by your demonic law today, what face is there to occupy the position of the Great Ming East Palace!"

Zhu Yijun glared at the person in front of him. Although he was young, he said this one after another.

The voice fell.

boom!
A thunderbolt directly shattered the eaves of Wenhua Hall.

Before Xiao Wanli could react, another thunder sound suddenly sounded, and the thunder fell impartially on Zhu Yijun's head.

Immediately, Zhu Yijun felt a sense of numbness hit his body.

Ji Boying deliberately controlled the amount of this thunder. When the previous system update package was updated, the function of 'Thunder Punishment' was optimized, allowing Ji Boying to control the intensity of this thunder.

The thunder that fell on Zhu Yijun just now, Ji Boying adjusted the intensity to within 36 volts that the human body can accept.

thump.

Zhu Yijun immediately knelt down.

"Boy Zhu Yijun, pay homage to Xuanqing Jiaohua Tianzun!"

Zhang Juzheng on the side was taken aback for a moment, kneeling now?Wasn't it rude just now?

Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Juzheng very solemnly.

"Zuo Zhuan said: If you know a mistake, you can correct it. There is nothing good about it."

'interesting. '

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Yijun who was kneeling and bowing to him. This little fat man was quite interesting, and he couldn't see the shadow of being swayed backwards at all.

Sure enough, the changes in a person's life are subversive.

Then he glanced at Zhang Juzheng.

"You have taught a good student."

Zhang Juzheng quickly apologized and smiled.

"Praise from the immortal master, praise from the immortal master."

Ji Boying glanced at Xiao Wanli's desk when he was studying, and it was already full of all kinds of books. It felt like a [-]-day sprint, three-year college entrance examination and five-year imitation.

A nine-year-old child is so strict, and there is no joy in childhood at all.

This reminded him of Zhu Yijun in history. After Long Qing passed away and Xiao Wanli ascended the throne, Zhang Juzheng was both Wanli's courtier and Wanli's father.

The strict management of Wanli is simply outrageous.

What's more, when Zhang Juzheng was teaching Wanli, even if little Wanli wrote a wrong word, Zhang Juzheng would reprimand him face to face, and would not give Wanli, who had already enthroned, any face that should belong to the emperor.

As for having fun, that's even more impossible.

In Lao Zhang's view, Zhu Yijun wanted to be a generation of sages comparable to Yao and Shun, and he had to be frugal even in food and drink, and he couldn't add a few dishes during the New Year.

On the contrary, Lao Zhang himself was extravagant and wasteful, and he never restrained himself. He felt that "only the chief assistant was allowed to set fire, and the emperor was not allowed to light the lamp".

When Wanli found out about this, he was really angry and didn't fall asleep for several nights.

Once, Zhu Yijun beat a palace servant while drunk, he was the current emperor, not to mention just beating a palace servant while drunk, even if he was beaten to death, it would not be a big deal.

But after Zhang Juzheng learned about this, he immediately expanded the situation, wrote a letter in the name of the cabinet, and directly brought the matter to Wanli's mother, Queen Mother Li, who called Zhu Yijun to scold him, and then threw Zhu Yijun A "Book of Han", and turned to "The Biography of Huo Guang".

The general meaning is that if you don't listen to Zhang Shoufu's words, you will be abolished today.

Good guy, Wanli woke up in a flash.

In the end, it was Zhang Juzheng who rushed to the scene and ended by punishing Wanli to kneel for three hours. It should be noted that Wanli at this meeting has been on the throne for eight years, and he is the Son of Heaven.

"I'm taking him to a class."

Ji Boying spoke lightly.

In the time and space of Longqing, Zhu Zaiyi, who only knows how to play shooting, is completely useless. Ji Boying's only expectation for Zhu Zaiyi is to take good care of his body and prolong the standby time.

Now that the tuba is useless, it is natural to practice the trumpet.

Let the little Wanli listen to and watch the old Wanli from another time and space first. This kind of education is the most direct.

After all, Xiao Wanli, who is now nine years old, seems to have very good aptitude and looks like a wise gentleman.

"It is very fortunate for the prince to be taught by an immortal teacher."

Zhang Juzheng replied repeatedly.

"Ah."

Ji Boying gave a slight 'um', and then the kneeling little Wanli disappeared in place.

Then, his eyes fell on Zhang Juzheng.

After thinking for a moment, Ji Boying said.

"Zhang Juzheng, there is one thing, I want to remind you."

Zhang Juzheng straightened his face.

"I would like to ask the immortal master to give me a word, Zhang Juzheng will definitely keep it in my heart."

"You must remember your teachings to Zhu Yijun. Focus on guidance and explore his spontaneity instead of blindly persecuting and blindly overly strict discipline. I hope you can become a beacon in his imperial career instead of waving A never-ending nightmare."

Say it.

Ji Boying's figure disappeared on the spot.

'lighthouse. '

'nightmare. '

Zhang Juzheng frowned, thinking deeply about what the immortal master said to him just now.

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Hongwu Time and Space, Zuixian Tower.

When Ji Boying came back, all the students in the class, from Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang to shooting master Zhu Zaixi, surrounded little Wanli. Everyone was very interested in this cute little chubby.

"This is our ninth grandson."

Old Zhu was obviously very happy with the appearance of this little chubby man, he smiled and pinched little Wanli's chubby face.

This kind of elderly people has always been very close to children who have passed through the generation. This is the so-called cross-generational relationship.

What's more, in Lao Zhu's heart at this time, Wanli is the master of ZTE, and his love is beyond words.

Old Zhu Di and the others kept laughing and pinching little Wanli here and there, making little Wanli feel uncomfortable, feeling like being molested by a group of old uncles.

If it wasn't for his father Zhu Zaiyi's introduction in advance that these people are ancestors, little Wanli would have already run away.

"The fairy master is back."

Ah Biao's voice pulled everyone back with one word.

For A Biao, the word "children and grandchildren" is a tingling pain that can breathe.

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