Editing of the ten loyal ministers and the emperors standing up

Chapter 122 The great emperors felt sorry, and Hai Rui took up the pen!
Zhang Juzheng collapsed. He was still working hard until he died and became ill from overwork.

Zhang Juzheng died at the age of 58, just like Prime Minister Zhuge who worked hard and died.

Zhang Juzheng is dead. He is indeed not as good as Prime Minister Zhuge in terms of personal morality. But in terms of Zhuge Cheng's contribution to the Shu Han, Zhang Juzheng's contribution to the Ming Dynasty is comparable to him.

Zhang Juzheng once considered the trinity of ministers, prime ministers, and emperors. It can be said that one person is inferior to ten thousand people. In the history of the Ming Dynasty for nearly 300 years, Zhang Juzheng

There are only a handful of people who can match it.

What's more important is that Zhang Juzheng is truly an outstanding minister who governs the country.

He reversed the declining trend of the Zhengde Dynasty and created the prosperity of the early Wanli Dynasty.

He was like a quick-acting heart-saving pill to Ming Dynasty.

In the black and white picture, only Zhang Juzheng's bright smile remained, and the last paragraph said in a voiceover:

"Only when you know that he is a normal person.

Have normal desires and have your own little calculations.

There were hesitations and struggles, greed and stains.

Only then can you understand that you are desperate.

Zhang Juzheng, who withstood the pressure and insisted on reform,

How great is it.

All heroes are ordinary people.

Thousands of twists and turns, thousands of tempers, determination never to change, that's all. "

Great Qin.

Young Master Fusu looked at the sky with a regretful expression, and said somewhat sadly:
"Father, Mr. Zhang is so exhausted. How does this look like Mr. Zhuge?
He is Shang Yang of the Ming Dynasty. This is the kind of person our Qin Dynasty lacks! "

Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng noticed something was wrong from the words above the sky, and said in a deep voice:

"Alas, Mr. Zhang is dead, but I always feel that things are not that simple."

Young Master Fusu asked in confusion:
"Why is this? Although I, Lord Shang of the Great Qin Dynasty, am dead, the political laws he left behind continue to this day. Wouldn't it be enough for future generations to follow them?"

"Because of the last sentence on the canopy, the Ming Dynasty died in Wanli!"

Qin Shihuang said calmly.

Zhang Juzheng died. Liu Bei looked at Zhang Juzheng above the sky, then at Prime Minister Zhuge, and said with great emotion:

"Military advisor, this Mr. Zhang is so similar to you on the sky screen. He also dedicated his life to the Ming Dynasty and died!"

Zhuge Kongming was startled and immediately realized that the Lord was talking about the previous scene.

My soul was scattered across the sky, and this Mr. Zhang was indeed worthy of the Lord's praise!
The situation of the Ming Dynasty was characterized by corrupt officials, foreign invasions, frequent natural disasters, land separatism, depleted imperial troops, and an empty treasury. It was like the end of the dynasty.

With various conflicts accumulating and natural and man-made disasters, the country is already on the verge of a storm.

At this time, Zhang Juzheng stood up and exercised regent powers as the chief assistant of the cabinet to extend the life of this ancient dynasty.

Zhuge Liang couldn't help but sigh:
"Mr. Zhang has been shining brightly through the ages, and he should be respected as a warning!"

Zhang Fei and Guan Yu's people were speechless for a moment. Facing such a figure, they could only look at Mr. Zhang above the sky with approving eyes and secretly admire him!
Datang.

Li Shimin looked at Zhang Juzheng above the sky, and then looked at his ministers.

Even his most outstanding ministers, Changsun Wuji, Fang Mou Duduan, or Wei Zheng, none of these talents seem to be as good as Mr. Zhang.

In the end he could only sigh and said:
"Mr. Zhang is a great talent. He joined the game with his own life just to benefit the people of the world and save the Ming Dynasty from fire and water. He is worthy of being a famous official of the Ming Dynasty!"

Great Song.

Wan Yangou yawned and looked at Zhang Juzheng above the sky. He actually felt sleepy and felt drowsy.

Ming dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang watched the death of Zhang Juzheng, a powerful official of this generation, and his previous dissatisfaction with Zhang Juzheng gradually dissipated with the death of this man.People are so strange. They are always in turmoil when they don't get what they can get. When they regret, they like to remember and regret the most.

Although Lao Zhu was very dissatisfied with having such a powerful minister, looking at the other party's memories, looking at the other party's attitude towards the people, looking at the other party's achievements towards the Ming Dynasty... and seeing the other party teaching the little emperor carefully and sternly, Protect the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang finally chose to forgive and let go. He said with joy:
"Zhang Juzheng is indeed a famous minister of his generation!
He is worthy of the title of Grand Master. He is worthy of my old Zhu family, and my old Zhu family is also worthy of him. "

Queen Ma smiled and said:

"Chongpachi, before, your nose was not a nose, and your eyes were not eyes. Now you treat others as one of your own?"

Zhu Yuanzhang hummed and said:

"We are not gods who can pinch and calculate. Who knows whether this person is the loyal Prime Minister Zhuge, or the usurper of the Han Dynasty, Prime Minister Cao Wei?

Who told him to be a powerful minister?Now being able to start well and end well can be regarded as a good story for the emperor and his ministers, hahaha! "

Zhu Yuanzhang showed a satisfied smile as he spoke. Mr. Zhang's reform was successful, he left such a good foundation for the Ming Dynasty, and brought out a good emperor. How could this not make him happy?

Zhu Biao also smiled and said:

"Yes, Mr. Zhang is really a genius. After my father's consideration, I decided that this examination method and a whipping method were specially created for our Ming Dynasty. We can also try it out in this dynasty!"

Zhu Yuanzhang patted Zhu Biao on the shoulder with satisfaction and said with a smile:

"As expected of my good prince, I have thought of this all together."

"Hahaha!"

However, something unexpected happened. Just when everyone was mourning the death of Mr. Zhang, the situation above the sky changed.

Above the sky:

"woo woo woo woo……"

The sound of crying continued to come from the huge Zhang Mansion, which was already covered with white lanterns.

Then came a pair of Ming army soldiers who quickly surrounded Zhang Mansion.

A voiceover came from above the sky:

[He used his life to tell us that conscience and ideals will never disappear, they will not die because of wealth, and they will not die because of power.

He is neither a good person nor a bad person, he is a person with ideals and conscience.

Some people are alive, he is dead.

Some people are dead, but he is still alive.

There is no Zhang Juzheng in the world. 】

[It’s a pity...the emperor of the Ming Dynasty did not cherish this person. After the death of Zhang Juzheng, Emperor Wanli began to liquidate. The eldest son committed suicide and more than ten people in the Zhang family starved to death. It was cruel and shocking!
Countless loyal people were indignant. The emperor personally destroyed all of Zhang Juzheng's students, Wanli, and completely denied his teacher. He also personally ended the reform.

Emperor Wanli not only deprived Zhang Juzheng of all his honors and titles, but also ordered his family to be searched after Zhang Juzheng's death! 】

Then, those jaw-dropping scenes came from the sky,
The descendants of Zhang Juzheng’s family encountered the greatest evil in the world.

The dignified former chief minister's house turned out to be so tragic and tragic, which made countless loyal people and ordinary people who had received favors from Lord Zhang burst into tears and filled with righteous indignation.

At this time, an old man living in Nanjing opened his cloudy eyes. The wind from the capital finally reached Nanjing.

He couldn't help but wave his pen, and then wrote on the paper:

"Working for the sake of the country, but useless for the sake of one's own life!"

Then he took out a thick envelope from his body and said to the boy next to him:

"Send this letter to the capital for me. Master Zhang should not end up like this!"

This person is clearly Hai Rui Hai Qingtian, who has been in Nanjing for 13 years.

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(End of this chapter)