'What the hell is this? ! '
Zhu Di looked at the black cloud with the thunder snake swimming around, and his heart skipped a beat.
He subconsciously looked towards the top of Zuixian Pavilion, and when he saw the figure by the window, he shouted loudly.
"Quick, get the boat farther away from the shore!"
'The immortal master is about to cast a spell! '
At this time, there was a lot of noise at the gate of Zuixian Tower.
Li Shanchang and his dozen or so followers were all rushing in. That's what dogs are like, they want to be aggressive in front of their masters.
The servants in Zuixian Tower tried their best to block it, while the onlookers outside looked at each other with joy and secretly placed bets on who would win between the legendary new immortal and the first civil servant who founded the country.
As for the authenticity of the immortal in Zuixianlou, not many people believe it.
Since ancient times, the emperor has raised several immortals to seek immortality. This kind of thing has happened in all dynasties and all generations. Even the first emperor was deceived by Xu Fu and stole dozens of ships of treasure.
This group of onlookers thought so, and so did Li Shanchang.
The reason why he chose to visit in person tonight was to build a good relationship, but it did not mean that he felt that he was weaker than the immortal master.
In Li Shanchang's view, his position in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart was still high.
'Since it's not the same boat, then I'll let you capsize first. '
Li Shanchang, who has long been accustomed to power struggles in the court, understands the truth that as long as he is not his party member, then everyone is his enemy!
When the pushing and shoving was fierce.
Boom~!
A bolt of thunder descended.
The chief butler in Li Shanchang's mansion, who was two feet in front of Li Shanchang, instantly transformed into a small Jiaoren.
With a 'pop' sound, he fell to the ground, twitching all over.
All around, there was deathly silence.
It was sunny during the day and the moon was full at night. Even Bai Ding, a commoner, knew that thunder would never occur in this kind of weather.
Unless you see a ghost.
Lianxiang still had a gentle smile on her face, looked at Li Shanchang quietly, and bowed once again to salute.
"Mr. Han, my master told you to get out."
Lao Li's hands were shaking with anger, but when he looked at the butler who was already burnt and still smoking, no matter how angry he was, he could only break his teeth and swallow it.
He wasn't sure whether this was an accident or not, so he forced himself to speak.
"Hmph, there's something evil at work."
"Tomorrow I will send a letter to Your Majesty to teach you how to punish this evil spirit!"
After saying that, Lao Li left quickly with his bald head on his head, and the diners behind him followed closely with Xiao Jiaoren on their shoulders.
The other spectators also dispersed one after another, and they all made up their mind that they would never pass by the gate of Zuixian Tower in the future.
This place is prone to lightning strikes.
On the Qinhuai River cruise ship, Xiao Zhusi and Li Jinglong were stunned.
"Si'er, was that thunder just summoned by the immortal master?"
"if not?"
Xiao Zhu Si took a deep breath and then smiled.
"Li Shanchang still wants to write a letter to impeach the immortal master. He is really impatient. It seems that there will be something to watch tomorrow morning."
Zuixian Tower, the elegant room on the top of the pavilion.
Ji Boying stood by the window, calmly watching everything happening downstairs.
On the light screen in front of him, there were more than a dozen illusory little figures. These were people within a hundred feet who had malicious intentions towards him, including Li Shanchang.
As long as Ji Boying has a thought, he can give these guys a free afro.
The wind, carrying water vapor, comes in a noisy way.
Ji Boying's thoughts drifted with the wind throughout the Ming Dynasty timeline.
He divided the Ming emperors into three periods. The emperors in the first period all entered the training class. During the period when these emperors were in power, many institutional reforms and national-level strategic changes could have a prolonging effect on the country.
But the further you go, the more difficult it becomes.
In fact, even the recent "Orthodox-Jingtai" is a headache for Ji Boying.
He is struggling with one thing, how to deal with the "Orthodox-Jingtai" time and space in the end. This matter will be an inevitable choice after taking Lao Zhu and others there tomorrow.
Destroy Zhu Qizhen and make Zhu Qiyu emperor?
If Zhu Qizhen is deposed in an orthodox way and Zhu Qiyu is established as emperor, then the coup will not happen. It is very likely that the future kings of this time and space will completely change. Zhu Jianji may die, but Zhu Qiyu may also have other sons. Birth.
For example, there is a posthumous son born to Li Xi'er recorded in unofficial histories.
But for the sake of safety, Ji Boying actually preferred Zhu Qizhen's eldest son Zhu Jianshen to inherit the throne.
After all, this man who loves wet nurses, aside from his mentally retarded behavior in the later stages of his administration, can definitely get excellent marks in the early and mid-term.
To vindicate Yu Qian.
Resettlement of the refugee problem during the Tianshun period.
Put down the Tengxia Uprising in Guangdong and Guangdong that had been raging for more than ten years.
Chenghua Liting, destroying their nests, eliminating their species, almost wiping out the Jurchen tribe, giving a great shock to the northern nomads, and somewhat saving the face of Tumu Fort.
Whether internally or externally, Zhu Jianshen can be said to be worthy of his ancestors.
If Zhu Jianshen does not succeed as the next Ming Emperor, who knows if the prince Zhu Qiyu regenerates is the second Baozong. After all, judging from Zhu Qiyu's body, the second Zhu Zhanji will not live long.
Ji Boying frowned and burned out the cigarettes in his fingers one by one. He finally did not get his answer.
"Forget it, find someone to ask."
Faced with the question of who will be the king after choosing Zhu Qizhen, one person once thought about the same question.
That is, Yu Qian.
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The sky is in harmony with time and space, and the Imperial Guards are ordered to prison.
The stinking rotten smell permeated every inch of the air, and the smell of plague filled the prison.
In the prison tonight, because of the arrival of a person, all the guards in Jinyi had dark eyes. They were executioners, even if they had done countless harms without conscience.
But the little bit of conscience that remains deep in my heart only knows one truth.
A person who saves a building from collapse, a person who saves a country from collapse should not be treated like this.
"Sir, this is the pen, ink, paper and inkstone you asked for."
The guard put the object down respectfully, then saluted and left the prison.
A thin middle-aged man with a goatee and a prison uniform sat in front of the prison case with a calm expression, holding a dim candle.
After being silent for a while, he picked up the pen and wrote four lines on the white paper.
Thousands of hammers were used to carve out the mountains, and the fire burned them as if nothing happened.
Don't be afraid of being shattered into pieces, keep your innocence in the world
This poem was written when he was twelve years old.
The moment the pen came to rest, a voice sounded softly in this dark and quiet prison.
"Yu Shaobao, do you regret it?"
