I open a history tutorial class in Daming

Chapter 110 New student, Emperor Yongle Zhu Di!
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at their lively scene and was silent for a while before saying:

"Old Four, you should stay in Yingtian Prefecture for this year, and return to Fengyang after your wife gives birth."

Zhu Di stood there in a daze.

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Could it be that my father is so afraid of me that he won't even let me go to Fengyang?

Seeing this, Zhu Biao hurried out to smooth things over:

"If the fourth brother's wife wants to have a safe pregnancy, she can live alone in the palace. Even if the palace is not very convenient, it is also good for her to live in the Xu family. Why do you just let the fourth brother not return to Fengyang?"

Zhu Yuanzhang said calmly:

"There is no need to discuss this matter any further. It has been decided. We have made up our minds and will not change them."

Fine.

He had never said such things before, but now, even if Zhu Biao and Empress Ma were present, they knew that the situation was irreversible.

It seems that Zhu Yuanzhang is determined to keep Zhu Di in Yingtian Prefecture...

Zhu Di sighed and was wondering what to say when he suddenly saw his father and elder brother's expressions froze at the same time.

They heard the system prompt tone.

…………

It's approaching noon.

Song Shen's home.

After he sent Zhang Wei away in the morning, he stayed in the study and entered the system space to look for historical records.

Just less than an hour before today's class started, a system panel suddenly lit up in front of Song Shen's eyes, followed by a system prompt sound.

[Congratulations to the host for reaching a milestone: There must be a teacher among three people. You have successfully let the students discuss freely and come to a certain conclusion. You are rewarded with a chance to draw a lottery! ]

Song Shen was totally confused.

What kind of milestone is this?

When three people walk together, one of them can be my teacher… Could it be that this is the milestone that students were allowed to discuss freely in class yesterday and is only given now?

What a broken system! The delay is too high!
His frown could kill a fly—

If a new student comes, he won't really want to participate in the lottery.

If the new student could bring him benefits, Song Shen would definitely not resist. The problem is that not only is there no benefit after the new student comes, but if he finds someone like Zhu Qizhen or Li Longji, there will probably be a lot of trouble in the future. Why bother!

"System, this lottery can only draw students? I already have more than ten, so I don't really need them."

Song Shen felt a little disgusted.

[Answering the host, as long as it is something in the system mall, it will actually enter the prize pool. The probability of the lottery is selected in the mall. If you like, you can also enter the system mall to check. ]

In fact, Song Shen certainly knew it.

As early as when he drew the potato, he had already asked the system and learned that the ratio of items to students in the prize pool was 1:1, and what he drew depended entirely on luck.

The reason why he asked again even though he knew the answer was purely because Song Shen thought there was some metaphysics in this matter.

Bathing and changing clothes have a certain degree of luck bonus, and repeatedly asking the system questions about the lottery is similar to making crazy wishes to the backend customer service in a pay-to-win card-drawing game. Regardless of whether it is really useful or not, at least it plays a role in psychological comfort.

Song Shen looked around the office and found a sink that had never been used. He washed his hands carefully, then sat back in his chair and opened the lottery wheel.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and clicked the roulette wheel, repeating the same thing as last time:

"May the gods of heaven and earth be blessed, and may the ancestors of China over the past five thousand years all appear in spirit..."

With the sound of "ding dong" coming from his ears, Song Shen knew that the lottery results were out.

He really hoped that this time, like last time, he could pull out some high-yield crops such as potatoes, or some more advanced Industrial Revolution drawings and technologies. Anything would be fine, he was not too picky, as long as it was advanced technology.

But as the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

When Song Shen opened his eyes, he saw a name clearly visible on the golden roulette wheel in front of him where the pointer was.

[Congratulations to the host, a new student has been selected: Emperor Yongle Zhu Di. Additional rewards: Zheng He's navigation drawings, ocean-going ship technology. ]

Song Shen's mouth twitched wildly.

Isn’t this the other one of the four options when we drew Li Shimin last time?
But this time, the system actually reduced the additional rewards.

"System, when I drew the lottery last time, wasn't there a Senior Logistics Manager Zhu Gaochi in this additional reward? Why is it gone this time?"

Facing Song Shen's questioning, the system was very calm.

[Reply to the host, the system's allocation is absolutely reasonable. Although Zhu Gaochi is gone, your debuff has also been cancelled. ]

……Fine.

Thinking of the pile of debuffs he saw last time, Song Shen couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Ever since Li Shimin was extracted, he felt that the blame on him had inexplicably become heavier.

Look, in reality, even Zhu Di found his home for unknown reasons. If he had too close contact with such a person, he might rebel for unknown reasons at any time. If the rebellion debuff of Zhu Di in the original option came along, he would really want to call the police.

If you look at it this way, even though Zhu Di did not bring any high-yield crops or industrial development, Zheng He's navigation drawings and the shipbuilding technology of the Yongle period were definitely not bad.

Both Hongwu and Yongle were considered to be in the early Ming Dynasty, but Emperor Yongle Zhu Di, who had both the Shenjinying and Zheng He, was obviously more advanced.

If we can get the shipbuilding blueprints from him... then getting Chen Guorui to go to Japan will be even more promising!

Song Shen regained his spirits:

"Okay! Rush!"

…………

royal palace.

Crown Princess Chang took Xu Miaoyun to the Eastern Palace to rest, and also took her son Zhu Xiongying away.

All the royal family members present were urgently taken to Kunning Palace.

"Biao'er, you heard it just now, right?"

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Biao with a serious and strange expression:
"I guess we didn't hear it wrong."

Zhu Biao was silent suspiciously.

He rarely showed an embarrassed expression and nodded:

"Yes, I heard it too... There is a new student joining us, the Yongle Emperor, Zhu Di."

Although there had been many new students entering the tutoring class before, such as Zhu Qizhen, the Tang Dynasty Five, or Meng Tian and Li Longji who had just entered the previous batch, this was the first time that Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao saw someone they knew joining the tutoring class.

And it was the same kind that I had just beaten the day before.

Zhu Di's face was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning, and his face was full of disbelief.

When he was beaten yesterday, he thought about how to avoid being beaten by his father again if he really went to tutoring in the future. But he never expected that this would happen so quickly.

"No...Brother, you...I...this..."

Zhu Di grabbed his elder brother Zhu Biao's sleeve and could not utter a complete sentence, but his face and eyes were full of pleading, and he felt that the future was dark.

Just knowing that I would rebel against my nephew in the future, my father would do something like imprisoning myself and my wife in Yingtian Prefecture...

What would happen if I really went in there decades later?
Zhu Biao patted the fourth child's hand comfortingly and looked at his father:

"Dad, don't be angry yet. I am a little curious. What is the standard for calling an emperor in this so-called tutoring system?"

"Leaving aside our first four students, among the students who came in later, Liu Che was called Emperor Wu of Han, Zhu Qizhen was Emperor Yingzong of Ming, Li Shimin was Emperor Taizong of Tang, and Li Longji was Emperor Xuanzong of Tang."

"Everyone else used posthumous names and temple names, but Emperor Wu of Han was an exception. At the time, I thought there might be something wrong, but now the fourth child's title has become Emperor Yongle, which is actually very wrong."

"Why do you think this is?"

Sure enough, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression, which seemed neither angry nor angry just now, suddenly became thoughtful, and he frowned and began to ponder.

He also felt that there must be something here.

No matter how uneducated he was, after all, they were his "classmates", so Zhu Yuanzhang knew -

Li Shimin's temple name was Taizong, and his posthumous title was Emperor Wen; Li Longji's temple name was Xuanzong, and his posthumous title was a bit long, so he couldn't quite remember it; Emperor Wu of Han's temple name was actually Shizong, and his posthumous title was Emperor Xiaowu; Zhu Qizhen's temple name was Yingzong, and his posthumous title was too long, with seventeen characters, so he didn't want to know it either.

Most emperors were referred to by their temple names, perhaps because their posthumous names were too long, but Li Shimin's posthumous name was shorter than Liu Che's, so this is not true.

"Why do we feel that this is called according to the more common name in later generations?"

Zhu Yuanzhang stroked his short beard and said thoughtfully:

"For example, in the Ming Dynasty today, in previous dynasties, Li Shimin was basically called Emperor Taizong of Tang, and the same was true for others."

"When I die in the future, perhaps people after me will call me by a more familiar name."

Zhu Biao nodded affirmatively.

He pointed at Zhu Di and said:
"Just like Mr. Song always called Zhu Qizhen the Emperor Baozong in the classroom, because Zhu Qizhen's Battle of Tumubao was so ridiculous, later generations called him by this name."

"And the title of the Fourth Emperor, Yongle, sounds like a reign title, just like the Zhenguan Reign and the Kaiyuan Prosperity, which were all replaced by reign titles?"

"Think about it, didn't Mr. Song and Zhu Qizhen also use the title of Hongwu Emperor or Hongwu Great Emperor to address you in the classroom before?"

"I think the fourth child might be the same."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded again thoughtfully.

It makes sense.

Since an emperor can be referred to by a reign title, it at least shows that the national strength of the Ming Dynasty was relatively strong during the period when this reign title was used, which means that the Fourth Emperor did not embarrass himself too much during his time as emperor.

"Okay, let's not rush to beat him up now."

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at his fourth son and said calmly:
"Let him stay here for a while and don't let him go anywhere. Let's ask him about it after we go in and make plans after we come out."

"Biao'er, what do you think?"

Zhu Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as his father was still willing to listen to his advice, it would be fine. What he feared most was that his father would now be indiscriminate and would beat Zhu Di whenever he saw him, without even bothering to listen to his merits and demerits.

It's not that he has no reason to protect his younger brother, the main reason is that the fourth brother has not done anything yet. What's more, it turns out that the fourth brother is not a cowardly emperor or a mediocre ruler. If the fourth brother is like Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Qizhen, and burns the great foundation left by his ancestors, then Zhu Biao will not show mercy either.

At this moment, Zhu Di, who was standing next to him, had already helped his mother sit down, trembling. He also found a seat for himself, with his butt only half touching the chair, ready to run away at any time if he was beaten.

"Old Four, you don't have to worry so much."

Empress Ma also clearly felt Zhu Di's fear. After all, after Zhu Di was beaten yesterday, it was she and Zhu Biao who helped call the imperial physician to prescribe medicine. She knew best how hard her husband beat his son.

She patted Zhu Di comfortingly:
"As long as you don't do anything ridiculous in the future, your father will not beat you like he did yesterday. He was so angry not only because of your rebellion, but also because of your offspring. He has been holding back this anger for who knows how many days, and that's why he beats you whenever he sees you."

"But don't worry, if it's not your fault, no matter how angry he is after he comes out, I will persuade him not to vent his anger on him."

"If he really can't be persuaded... at most I'll just hit you twice with the sole of my shoe. Just go along with him, it's fine."

Zhu Di:......

Mom, it’s not you or your elder brother who got beaten, you really don’t feel sorry at all.

Two slaps on the soles of your shoes?

He even suspected yesterday that there were steel plates embedded in the soles of his father's shoes.

Just smoke it, and no one will make a sound.

I couldn't sit or sleep well, and my whole body was covered with bruises, redness, and swellings, all caused by my father beating me with just the soles of his shoes and his belt!!!

Zhu Di could only pray that his visit to Song Shen today would have some effect, and that he would say a few good words for him in that stupid tutoring class later. Otherwise...

what! ! !
…………

It was almost one in the afternoon.

At 12:50, all students were pulled into the system space.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao had already gotten used to this feeling of spatial transformation. The moment they landed, they opened their eyes and began looking for their targets in the classroom.

Today’s new students have only one goal, and they have only one goal.

Of course, all the others also knew in advance that a "Yongle Emperor Zhu Di" would join. When everyone came in, they just took a quick look around and all their eyes fell on a strange face.

He was a man in his forties, with a face somewhat similar to Zhu Yuanzhang. He also had a pot belly, a sturdy build, and the rough skin of a soldier. He already had some white hair on his head.

He was wearing a black and white casual suit, looking no different from an ordinary prince or high official, even more plain. Only the gold cloud patterns on the collar, waist and cuffs, and the faint dragon patterns on the chest and back could make people recognize that he was an emperor.

No one except the emperor dared to dress like this.

"...You are the fourth one?"

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and hesitated for a moment before speaking, a little hesitant to recognize him.

After all, Zhu Di in the tutoring class looked about the same age as his father, and as he gets older, even if his facial features don't change, his skin will become loose and his eyes will look different.

The man was also stunned for a long time.

Then he fell to his knees in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, tears streaming down his face:

"Dad, big brother, I thought you guys blamed me, and I thought you guys would never come to me in my dreams again in this life!"

"I really had no choice!"

Zhu Yuanzhang:......

Zhu Biao:......

Everyone:…

How embarrassing.

How can I tell him that this was not a dream, but the real Zhu Yuanzhang himself?
(End of this chapter)