I open a history tutorial class in Daming

Chapter 135: Pick one of the ten sages in the temple

When Song Shen returned home, he had no idea what trouble that group of people had caused after he left the palace.

Now he was sitting in his study, his mind in a mess, and he just wanted to draw his knife and chop someone up.

Because the system popped up again.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have completed the milestone: Stirring up the storm. Get a chance to draw a prize! ]

[Please note that the lottery pool is fixed this time. You can draw one person from the following people to enter the class as a student! ]

When Song Shen heard that the lottery pool was fixed, his eyelids twitched.

The system was silent, so there must be something wrong. He had to believe in some metaphysics.

For example, your luck... or how unlucky you are.

"...You should set up the lottery pool first."

Song Shen took a deep breath, submerged his consciousness into the system space, and stared at the big turntable without blinking.

The system didn't keep you in suspense.

This time the roulette wheel has changed a bit. Unlike before, it is divided into ten equal parts, and a name is written on each small part.

Looking at those ten names, Song Shen felt that he might as well continue to be a blind man.

"King Zhou, Zhao Kuo, Liu Chan, Yang Guang, Chongzhen, Wei Zhongxian, Li Hongzhang, Li Jiancheng, Guo Jia, Ran Min..."

"Okay, okay, great!"

Song Shen covered his nonexistent chest and almost vomited blood:
"System, you've brought out the Ten Sages of the Internet Temple for me, right? Do you think I didn't use the Internet in my previous life?!"

He knew that the Dogecoin system would never do anything good.

If you were to choose from the system mall, there would be no chance of picking out something completely useless, even if there was a one in a thousand chance.

But if he had to choose one of these ten people now and make him explode on the spot, the probability was almost 100%.

What the fuck is this!

[Host, please note that all the lucky draws given to you by the system are useful, it just depends on how you use them. ]

It's rare that the mechanical sound of the system this time even carries a hint of guilt and shortness of breath.

Song Shen said angrily:

"What's the use? Tell me what's the use?!"

"And let's take a step back. Didn't you tell me before that all the people in the tutoring class are emperors and generals of the unified dynasty? What's going on with these people now?"

"What dynasty did Zhao Kuo and Liu Shan belong to? What dynasty did Guo Jia and Ran Min belong to? Tell me, give me a name!"

The system was stuck for a full half minute.

Awkwardness spread in Song Shen's consciousness, and silence was today's lottery pool.

half an hour.

[Reply to the host, this may be a system bug. Unrelated people will be removed. You can start the lottery with Yang Guang, Chongzhen, Wei Zhongxian, Li Hongzhang, and Li Jiancheng. ]

Song Shen has calmed down now.

He put his hands in his pockets and sneered:
"Oh? Now that I've discovered the problem, you're starting to eliminate irrelevant people? What if I can't find the problem? I'll just keep silent and suffer the consequences, right?"

"System, I don't know what you're going to do, but since we're bound together now, it means we have a mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship. If you want to trick me, just tell me. It's not impossible for us to exchange some benefits, but I can't cooperate with you if you do this."

[Please rest assured, this failure is a system bug, and there will be corresponding compensation later. 】

Somehow, Song Shen actually heard some cautiousness in this familiar mechanical voice.

He sneered and touched his chin.

compensate?

There were already many troublemakers in the classroom. It would be fine if the three in the middle were picked, but if the person picked was Yang Guang or Li Jiancheng, then if Li Er met either of them during class, the situation would be extremely difficult to handle.

As the loser of the Xuanwu Gate Incident and the hidden prince, Li Jiancheng naturally had a bad relationship with everyone in the Li Tang Dynasty, especially Li Shimin and his four bodyguards and think tanks. If he had not been the one who had the final say in the tutoring class, it would not be impossible for another real-life version of the Xuanwu Gate Incident to happen.

Yang Guang is even more interesting. He not only has a grudge against Li Shimin, but also has a deep hatred for all the emperors and generals of the Li Tang Dynasty. The hatred of losing their country is irreconcilable. Even if he didn't know what happened on the spot, as long as he is not a fool, he will know the subsequent direction of history sooner or later.

What's more, what compensation can these two people give to themselves?
A self-willed prodigal son, a loser who couldn't sit firmly on the throne of crown prince and lost to his younger brother. His life is so short, how could he possibly get equipment?

"Okay, I'll smoke."

Song Shen snorted coldly, and without much hesitation, he clicked on the lottery.

He had no intention of bargaining, after all, the system had not yet announced any rewards. The emperors and generals of all dynasties, whenever they appeared, had something to say. Even if Li Shimin brought four ministers who seemed to have no presence in the classroom, if Song Shen encountered problems in the court in the future, he could still ask them indirectly.

Even someone as stupid as Zhu Qizhen can serve as a sandbag to adjust the classroom atmosphere.

If he draws a useless guy, Song Shen will have to use threats and bribes to force the system to fulfill the reward.

within the space.

The glittering golden roulette wheel spun rapidly.

Finally, it settled on a name.

Looking at the name, Song Shen felt relieved as expected.

Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian.

"Tsk, what value does this guy have? Apart from being brave enough to die for his country, what else can he do..."

Before he could finish his words, the system prompt sounded again.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for gaining a new student: Zhu Youjian! ]

[Additional rewards: corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes! ]

Song Shen's eyes suddenly became subtle.

"...But then again, I still admire this kind of tough guy. Even though he's not very smart, his character is still okay."

"Yes, that's him."

…………

The short two-day weekend passed quickly as emperors and generals of all dynasties were busy with reforms.

Monday noon.

Everyone held their answer sheets tightly in their hands and waited for the first class of the week.

At the same time, it is also the day to hand in your answer sheet!

within the system space.

The entrance time was moved up to 12:30, and there was still half an hour before the class officially started. This time, it was unprecedentedly early, so some people were not fully prepared and looked at each other in confusion.

In the past, he could only arrive less than a quarter of an hour earlier than expected, but today he was so much earlier than expected... Could it be because of the exam?
Just as everyone was lost in thought, someone rushed out.

Emperor Li II, holding a pair of fists bigger than bowls, walked angrily to Li Longji in three or two steps.

He stared at this guy who was only in his fifties and had been drained of alcohol and sex, gnashing his teeth and grinning:
"Li Longji, if I'm not mistaken, you probably haven't taken the exam seriously at all in the past two or three days, right?"

"Have you asked someone to investigate An Lushan's background? Have you sought capable officials to come to the palace to discuss national policy?"

Li Longji felt inexplicably guilty when being stared at by this ancestor who was twenty years younger than him.

That’s not wrong.

During the past two days of the weekend, not only did he not discuss with anyone, he even gave up and was too lazy to think about the exam anymore. He also didn't want to believe that An Lushan would rebel.

Even though everyone showed 100% respect for the so-called Mr. Song on the podium, Li Longji still sneered.

At his age, he worked hard in the first half of his life to build a prosperous Tang Dynasty that attracted all nations to pay tribute. Why would he still worry about so much in the second half of his life? These people are just too full to eat. They just believe whatever others say. They are all emperors who have left their names in history. If they listen to others' opinions and make changes, it may be worse than the original.

What's more, is what Song Shen said necessarily right?

Oh, if what he said was all right, then doesn't that mean that if the Tang Dynasty wanted to eradicate the aristocratic families, it could only do so once again? If that were the case, would this ancestor Li Shimin also have to follow his path, instigate people to revolt, and slaughter all the aristocratic families in Chang'an?

What a joke!
Li Longji was still trying to find excuses for himself in his mind, but when he really faced Li Shimin's murderous gaze, he became a little discouraged.

The old man in front of him was glaring at him with a fierce look, and it looked as if he would be beaten up again if he said something wrong.

He swallowed his saliva and could only defend himself:

"Last time you said that An Lushan, Li Linfu and others were so evil. After thinking about it, I found that there is no one around me who can be used. There are many things that cannot be done..."

Li Shimin was so angry that he laughed.

He pointed at Cheng Yaojin and said:
"You think I don't know what you've done these days, right?"

"Old Cheng saw the scene of you listening to music in the opera garden clearly. Even I have seen it. If you really want to change it, you can come up with something even if you are alone in the bedroom. Even if you don't know anything else, you can find an excuse to kill An Lushan. Can it shake your position as emperor?"

"Besides, you, Li Longji, do have people under your command. It's just that the capable ones have been taken away by the treacherous people around you. Zhu Biao and the others have already told me that if we really want to find people to discuss matters, you can have as many as you want. Even if you leave the aristocratic families alone for now and stabilize the Anshi Rebellion, the external threat, it won't be too late to move on to the aristocratic families..."

"How many smart people are there among the noble families? Don't you know?"

"There are so many ways in front of you, but you still pretend to see nothing and go to the opera house to listen to music. Now you say there is nothing you can do. Do you think I am a fool?!"

Li Shimin raised his fist, his face flushed, his temples throbbing with anger, but he put it down after a moment.

He looked at Li Longji coldly and said:
"If you still want to save the Tang Dynasty, you should ask the teacher to withdraw from the tutoring class today and replace it with another emperor with ideas and talents from the Tang Dynasty. Otherwise, I will beat you once in the last class, so that you will suffer every day but cannot die."

Li Longji opened his mouth but said nothing.

He actually doesn't care much about this tutoring class.

After coming in, he never got any benefits that he could see with his own eyes, and was even scolded and beaten, so naturally he had no expectations.

Benefits only count if you get them in your own hands, otherwise they are just empty talk.

Even though other people, including his ancestors, praised this tutoring class and Mr. Song to the skies, Li Longji still thought it was nothing special.

Just leave. Wouldn't he be happier if he didn't have an ancestor staring at him at noon every day and one less system forcing him to attend classes every day?

"Okay, I will resign from you later, sir."

Li Longji curled his lips and said nothing more.

Seeing that he agreed and having achieved his goal, Li Shimin no longer bothered him, but turned to look at the Zhu family and others.

"How is your feudal system being changed?"

Zhu Yuanzhang nudged Zhu Biao with his elbow, signaling his son to go and do it.

After receiving the signal, Zhu Biao stepped forward helplessly and said:
"It's about right. I always feel that there are still some points that need to be discussed, but my father is in a hurry to come up with a charter first, and then make changes after showing it to the teacher, so I'll hand in one copy first."

"Hey, classmate Li Shimin, take a look."

As he spoke, Zhu Biao took out from his sleeve...

A scroll.

A scroll containing imperial decrees but visibly ridiculously thick.

Li Shimin stared at the scroll with eyes wide open, and said in disbelief:

"Are these all your answers? So many?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang stroked his beard in a good mood and waved his hand, saying:
"Alas, our Ming Dynasty has only been established for ten years, and there are still many things that need to be explored and changed. Now Mr. Song has brought up the pros and cons of various national policies of the Ming Dynasty one after another. The questions and answers are all there, and we must answer them well."

Li Shimin gritted his teeth, forced a smile, and said with emotion:

"Yes, that's true. I heard from you before that there are many problems with the national policies of your Ming Dynasty. And because it was you who established the ancestral system, your descendants dared not change it at will, which led to so many problems later."

"It's good to be able to discover it in advance now."

Zhu Yuanzhang himself was a master of yin and yang, so of course he could tell that Li Er's words were meant to mock him for having serious problems with the national policy he had previously formulated.

But he didn't care.

"Right, this question was raised to be revised. We are not as stupid as Li Longji, who clearly knew that the An-Shi Rebellion was about to break out, but was still listening to Yang Guifei singing."

As he spoke, Lao Zhu seemed to remember something and looked around the classroom:
"We heard a tip yesterday that the Zhu family has another emperor coming in, with the reign title Chongzhen. Has anyone seen it?"

"Zhu Qizhen, have you ever heard of this emperor? Was it before you or after you?"

Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting in the back row and was suddenly called, was startled and shouted:
"My father is Emperor Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji, my grandfather is Emperor Renzong Zhu Gaochi, my grandpa is Emperor Taizong Zhu Di, and before that is you. During this period, I have never heard of anyone's reign being called Chongzhen!"

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Zhu Di beside him with a smile.

"After your death, were you given the temple name Taizong?"

Zhu Di grunted twice but dared not say anything.

Temple names are actually useless, but being an emperor requires dignity. Zhu Di was already very upset about the fact that he had seized the throne in the Jingnan Campaign, so according to the order of succession since the Tang Dynasty, the founding emperor was called Taizu, and the second legitimate successor emperor should be called Taizong. This was equivalent to Zhu Di directly erasing the legitimacy of Emperor Jianwen's succession.

Zhu Yuanzhang was just giving him a heads up. After all, those things happened after his death. Zhu Yunwen was indeed a fool, so it was just a matter of reputation.

But when he was about to continue searching for the Chongzhen Emperor in the classroom, a dull young man's voice suddenly came from the corner.

"At first it was Taizong, but for some reasons, the temple name of Emperor Taizong was later changed to Chengzu, Ming Chengzu."

Everyone's expression suddenly became subtle.

Zhu Di was stunned for a moment, then he slammed the table and became furious:

"Which bastard did this?!"

(End of this chapter)