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

Chapter 70 Brother, when does class start?
The Qinhuai River is reflected, and the dawn is sparse.

The hard-working and poor people have already gone out to work, while the people who control [-]% of the wealth are sleeping at home with their beautiful concubines in their arms.

Zuixian Tower, the main hall.

Ji Boying and Yu Qian sat opposite each other.

There are two cups of coffee on the table, with a curl of smoke rising, and next to the coffee is a piece of red triangular cake.

"This thing is called red velvet, Yu Shaobao can try it."

Ji Boying took a spoonful of cake and a sip of coffee.

Yu Qian just looked at it, didn't eat or drink, but took a deep breath.

"Yu Qian has already thought about the question of Xianchang last night."

Ji Boying didn't speak, waiting for Yu Qian to continue.

"If the battle of Tumubao is not a big defeat, but a great victory."

"I will choose Xiang Wang Zhu Zhanqian."

Yu Qian, who made this choice, obviously has obtained the profound meaning of the mind, broke through the shackles of the world, and everything is dominated by the direction of the heart.

Ji Boying took a sip of coffee.

"Xiang Wang Zhu Zhanqian. '

Xiang Wang Zhu Zhanqian, later generations called him the strongest uncle of the Ming Dynasty.

He and Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji are brothers of the same mother and compatriots. They were all born to the Empress Dowager Zhang. They are known as the sage kings.

This kind of person who is most likely to be killed by the new king has survived the Seven Dynasties and Six Emperors safely, and lived to a good death at the age of 72.

Historical Records: Solemn and vigilant, quite prestigious.

For the vassals of the Ming Dynasty who did not hold real power, this kind of praise is already extremely high.

Although it is said that Zhu Zhanqian, king of Xiang, did not leave any commendable achievements in the history books because the vassal kings of the Ming Dynasty were not allowed to be in power, but this kind of person, if you say that he has few brushes, no one will believe it.

"Well, I see."

Zhu Zhanyi has one of the biggest advantages, that is, he can live a long time, and his talent is not inferior to Zhu Zhanji in any way.

If Tumubao wins, the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty continue to prosper, and Zhu Zhanqian succeeds, the Ming Dynasty will be stable for at least 40 years, and the overall national strength may reach another level.

But for Ji Boying, once Zhu Zhanyi took over Daming in the orthodox time and space, the order of succession of emperors in the orthodox time and space would change instantly, and it would be uncertain in the future. This was Ji Boying's biggest entanglement point.

However, there is an old saying.

Do not break or stand.

Just as Ji Boying finished speaking, footsteps came from outside the door.

I saw little Zhu Si wearing brocade clothes, with a heroic appearance, stepping quickly across the threshold and entering the main hall.

It's hard to say about other aspects. Xiao Zhusi is the most active in class, but from a certain point of view, this guy is also the most leisurely, and it is only natural that he came early.

"Meet the immortal master."

Xiao Zhu came to Ji Boying's table with a smile, and saluted respectfully.

"Who is this?"

When I found Yu Qian's existence, I couldn't help being a little surprised, a new face!
"My guest, today we will be participating in our first practical observation class."

When Ji Boying said a word, Xiao Zhusi's face suddenly became serious.

"As the guest of the immortal master, he must also be the immortal of Tianque."

"Zhu Di, pay homage to the Immortal."

Little Zhu Si respectfully bowed to Yu Qian.

'Zhu Di? ! '

Yu Qian hadn't reacted yet, so he looked at little Zhu Si carefully, and when he was sure that little Zhu Si was indeed Emperor Yong Le, Yu Qian was startled, stood up with a crash, and also bowed.

"Minister Yuqian, see the late emperor!"

Yu Qian?

Never heard of it!

First Emperor?Who are you cursing?
"Okay, why don't you two worship heaven and earth here?"

Ji Boying interrupted.

Only then did little Zhu Si straighten up, and then looked at Ji Boying.

"By the way, Master Immortal, didn't that old bastard Li Shanchang come to Zuixianlou to make trouble last night?"

"Just now when the court was in court, this old thing dared to slander the immortal master that you are a demon."

"hey-hey."

Little Zhusi laughed.

"Master Immortal, guess what happened to Father Emperor?"

The corners of Yu Qianting's eyes shrank.

Li Shanchang?Korean public?These are the characters in the book!
"Did the river sink?"

Ji Boying glanced at little Zhu Si.

"Oh yes!"

Little Zhusi slapped his thigh, that was just gloating.

"Father was so furious that the court cut off all of Li Shanchang's titles and ranks, and ordered Jin Yiwei to sink him into the Qinhuai River and exile his three clans to Lingnan at the same time."

"When this old boy was dragged out of Fengtian Palace by Jin Yiwei, he was so stupid, he would probably sink to the bottom of the river."

For Lao Zhu, Ji Boying is destiny.

Old Zhu was originally unhappy with Li Shanchang because of Hu Weiyong's case, but this old boy dared to slander our immortal master, he was running around the streets with a basket of dung on his back - looking for shit.

"Well, it's fine."

Ji Boying nodded.

He felt that he was showing kindness, and he helped Li Shanchang's family.

After all, according to the original ending of this old boy, he was executed together with more than [-] members of his family, including his wife, daughter, brothers and nephews. Now, except for himself being sunk in Jiang, his wife, children and children are just exiled.

It's better than anything else to be alive.

In the middle of the Qinhuai River, locked in an iron cage, Li Shanchang, who had just touched the bottom, was gurgling and spitting bubbles, as if singing a familiar ballad: Thank you, because of you, the four seasons have been warmed.

"Brother!"

A voice full of air came from the door,

I saw Lao Zhu striding into the main hall of the Drunken Immortal, with a layer of evil spirit remaining on his face.

According to Lao Zhu's killing practice, since one Li Shanchang was killed, the string behind Li Shanchang's buttocks must have been dealt with.

Ji Boying just raised his eyes to look at old Zhu, while little Zhu Si quickly knelt down.

"My son pays homage to his father, and his father bows to him."

Yu Qian who was standing was taken aback.

Isn't Zhu Di's father Zhu Yuanzhang? !
WCO? !Emperor Taizu Gao!Why does it look different from the picture!

Accustomed to the national policies of Hongxi, Xuande, and Zhengtong dynasties that favored scholar-bureaucrats, Yu Qian did not kneel down, but bowed and saluted.

"The later minister, Yu Qian, pays homage to the Taizu Emperor Gao."

Lao Zhu was taken aback for a moment, looked at Yu Qian, and was convinced that he was not such a person in the court, and the title of "Taizu Gaohuangdi" was only called by later generations.

"Ah."

Without saying much, Lao Zhu walked to Ji Boying's side and took his own seat on the podium.

"Brother, when does class start?"

"For this class, we were so excited that we couldn't fall asleep for a long time last night."

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu, and handed over the bottle, and Lao Zhu also took it.

"this is?"

"Imported melatonin, a sleep aid."

"If you encounter a situation where you can't fall asleep in the future, take two pills."

After saying that, Ji Boying picked up the coffee, took a deep sip, then got up and walked onto the three-foot podium.

It was also at this time that the door of the private room at the top of the pavilion was pushed open, and Lianxiang Xiyu, who had replenished the water, had already finished dressing, swaying her slender and graceful figure and walking down the stairs, taking their positions according to their respective division of labor.

"Class begins."

Ji Boying's voice fell.

Lianxiang picked up the small silver hammer and tapped the big bell lightly. The deep but clear sound of the bell echoed, melting into nothingness, breaking through the barriers, and stirring the eight silver bells in other time and space.

(End of this chapter)