'Kiro. '
'Why don't you call me a cockroach. '
In the Fengtian Hall, Ji Boying, who was sitting on the dragon chair, felt a little nauseous.
At this moment, he somewhat understood why Zhu Zhanji, who was known as the Hexagonal Emperor of the Ming Dynasty by later generations, did nothing when he first came to the throne. He spent all day thinking about how to dethrone Hu Shanxiang from the post. Help this Sun to ascend to the throne.
The "jilang" sound that Sun subconsciously shouted turned out to be a "pin" sound!
And it still transforms seamlessly!
It was clear that the sound was normal a second ago, and it was like tea.
This kind of charming ability that can only be developed by a special tea master has been burned into the bone marrow.
A woman like Sun, who is as burning as fire, was called misfortune in ancient times, green tea in later generations, and princess in mountains and flowing water.
As for Zhu Zhanji, it is obvious from his appearance that he is a tea drinker. If he followed Ji Boying back to the future, he would definitely be a frequent visitor to teahouses in major apartment buildings in office buildings.
"Kiro, you, you are back..."
Mrs. Sun completely ignored the burning pain from the slap on her face just now and hugged Zhu Zhanji.
He whispered softly, and his face was full of pear blossoms.
“䱱…”
Originally, Zhu Zhanji's slap was very effective, but the moment he was hugged by Sun, his tea addiction suddenly came over.
In the palace, Yu Qian, Wang Zhi and other civil servants all looked stunned.
Astonished, he knelt down without hesitation.
"I respectfully welcome the late emperor to show his sage!"
Ma Shun on the side was also confused.
The late emperor? !
Before he successfully hugged Eunuch Wang's lap, he was just an unknown member of the Jinyi Guards. He was not even qualified to go on duty in the Forbidden City. How could he have the chance to see the Tianyan of Emperor Xuande.
"Ma Shun, if you don't kneel down when you see the late emperor showing his holiness, are you trying to rebel?!"
Yu Qian drank coldly.
With the title of rebel, Yu Qian threw back the water that Ma Shun had thrown at him intact.
Ding.
Ma Shun's heart trembled, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground.
"My lord, my Majesty, Commander Ma Shun of the Jinyi Guards, respectfully welcomes the late Emperor to show his sage...!"
Zhu Zhanji glanced at this guy, with a cold light in his eyes.
He remembered very clearly that the Immortal Master had said that when Wang Zhenzhen became an eunuch, everyone from Si Lijian Dongchang to Jin Yiwei were all lackeys.
"Father, father...!"
Zhu Qiyu's eyes turned red and he knelt down and kowtowed.
Um?
Zhu Qiyu, who had just knelt down, was stunned. The man in front of him looked familiar.
In front of Zhu Qiyu, there was another person squatting, except that his head was swollen like a big watermelon, and his facial features were hazy like his own cauldron.
At this time, Mrs. Sun was whispering, completely ignoring that this was the Fengtian Palace of the government.
"Kirou, do you know how much I have missed you these years."
Mrs. Sun looked up at Zhu Zhanji with tears in her eyes.
"Since you left, I have been tossing and turning every night in the past fourteen years. Every time I see Jirou in my dreams, the bed is soaked all over when I wake up."
After saying this, a blush appeared on his cheeks.
"I……"
Zhu Zhanji just wanted to be tough again.
"Shh... don't talk."
Sun's class 18 tea artist danced, picked up a thin finger of jade green onion, put it against Zhu Zhanji's lips, and slowly leaned on Zhu Zhanji's chest.
"Let me listen to your heartbeat and let me not wake up from this dream..."
On the dragon chair, Ji Boying's scalp was numb.
This is the first time he has felt so uncomfortable since he started working in the Ming Dynasty.
Sister Sun, you are over 40 years old and have grandchildren. Can you pay attention to the impact and consider other people's feelings? !
Ji Boying stood up and walked slowly to the middle of the palace steps.
It was also at this time that the dozen or so kneeling ministers noticed Ji Boying's appearance, and they all looked surprised.
Regarding the late emperor’s manifestation, this thing can also be explained by theology.
After all, in the Ming Dynasty, Taoism, Buddhism and theology still had a large market. From the princes and nobles to the common people, they all burned incense devoutly and prayed for the blessings of the gods.
But how to explain Ji Boying's appearance?
He doesn't look like the Buddha in the temple or the Taoist ancestor in the Taoist temple.
"Master Immortal, don't be angry, Zhanji knows he was wrong."
When Zhu Zhanji saw Ji Boying getting up, he quickly pushed Sun away.
In front of his subordinates, his son, and his little tea master, he respectfully bowed to Ji Boying to admit his mistake.
"As a man, you are not wrong."
"What you're wrong about is that you forgot who you are."
Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Zhanji and then at Sun.
This charming woman who is over forty years old is extremely well-maintained.
With a face like an oval, she actually looks like a girl in her twenties, quite girlish. At this age of forty years old, she still has such charm. It really feels like she was in her teens or twenties. ,can not imagine.
It's understandable that Zhu Zhanji couldn't bear it.
But, he was an emperor, so that was unreasonable.
"Zhanji will carefully follow the teachings of the immortal master."
Cold sweat fell from Zhu Zhanji's forehead.
This scene stunned King Yu Qian who was kneeling on the ground and other civil servants, commander Ma Shun of the Jin Yiwei whose legs were still trembling, and Sun who was pushed away.
The late emperor actually saluted this person?
Who is this person?
Immortal master? !
"You should listen to the holy words of the Immortal Master with all your heart."
Zhu Zhanji straightened his back and shouted loudly at the officials in the palace.
"I will obey the Immortal Master's holy orders!"
A group of important ministers headed by Wang Zhi, the heavenly official, all responded to their orders.
"Um."
Ji Boying glanced at the kneeling orthodox ministers and Yu Qian who had not yet achieved success.
"Today, by the will of heaven, from now on, Zhu Qizhen will be deposed as emperor."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Fengtian Palace was buzzing.
Zhu Qizhen?
Where is Zhu Qi Town?
It was also at this time that King Yu Qian, Mashun and Sun saw the figure squatting on the ground. From the swollen facial features, Zhu Qizhen's appearance could indeed be vaguely distinguished.
"My son..."
Sun's body trembled, and she leaned over and hugged Zhu Qizhen.
Baozong's pig-sized head felt a little dizzy, and his swollen eyes opened just a slit.
The moment he saw it was his own mother, his lips trembled with excitement, and then he burst into tears.
"Don't cry, don't cry, just come back. We don't care about the emperor. If you don't deserve it, then you won't..."
Mrs. Sun held Baozong's pig-headed head in her arms and comforted him repeatedly.
"Depose the Sun family as Queen Mother and move to Jingyang Palace."
Ji Boying's second voice sounded next.
Jingyang Palace, the famous Cold Palace, is one of the six east palaces in the inner court. It is located east of Zhongcui Palace and north of Yonghe Palace in the Forbidden City. It is the most deserted courtyard among the six east and west palaces.
After entering Jingyang Palace, you can basically pack up and wait for the coffin.
In an instant, Sun was still comforting Zhu Qizhen, who had lost his throne, not to cry.
After being stunned for a moment, he cried with a cry.
Zhu Qizhen was crying sadly, but suddenly the mother cried again, talking intermittently with a swollen sausage mouth.
"If grandma doesn't cry, if she doesn't cry, we don't care about you, the Queen Mother. If you don't do it right, then it's inappropriate."
These familiar words fell into Sun's ears, and she cried even more sadly.
"Your Majesty, Jirou..."
Under the pear blossoms and the rain, Mrs. Sun looked at Zhu Zhanji with her head held high with tears in her eyes.
These forty-year-old eyes could cast an innocent look like a little white rabbit, as if they wanted to impress the man in her dream and give her another choice.
It's a pity that Zhu Zhanji, a senior tea drinker, calmed down and ignored it this time.
After all, he had just survived a critical illness, and Xiongfeng was temporarily absent, so he would not be attacked by rice bugs.
"You handle the rest yourself."
After Ji Boying said these two sentences, he stopped talking.
The reason why he stood up was just to give Zhu Zhanji, who was stunned by the color of tea, a head start.
"yes."
Zhu Zhanji nodded solemnly, then took a deep breath and scanned the ministers in the palace.
"Who is in charge of the Criminal Department at the moment?"
One sound came out.
"My minister Yu Shile is the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment."
Old man Hu stood up and showed off his naked body. He knew Zhu Zhanji, but in his tenth year of Xuande, Yu Shile was a doctor in the Ministry of Justice.
"The Ministry of Punishment will immediately exterminate Wang Zhen's entire clan, and all his followers will be killed."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Yu Qian, Wang Zhi and others all lit up.
Ma Shun, who was kneeling on the other side, was so frightened that his head was buzzing and his pants felt wet.
Wang Zhenyu's party, he is Wang Zhen's number one lackluster.
"My lord, take the order!"
Old Man Yu was honest and active in his work. He turned around and walked out of Fengtian Hall regardless of the fact that it was already midnight. It seemed that he wanted to raid Wang Zhen and his party members overnight.
"The late emperor is on top, and the country cannot be without a king for a day. I boldly speak out and respectfully ask the late emperor to choose a new emperor to ascend the throne! To rectify the country's principles!"
Yu Qian spoke loudly.
'Be careful of the king and value the country. '
Ji Boying glanced at Yu Qian, the orthodox Jingtai time and space man.
Sure enough, this guy didn't care at all who was the emperor on the dragon throne. The only thing he cared about was that someone had to sit in that position to maintain the stability of the country.
Zhu Zhanji frowned and looked at Ji Boying subconsciously. He really hadn't thought about who would take over after deposing Zhu Qizhen.
"Please ask the immortal master to designate."
Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Zhanji, and then at Zhu Qiyu who was kneeling next to him.
If we choose from the legal system, if Zhu Qizhen is deposed, only Zhu Zhanji's other son Zhu Qiyu will be left. Who makes Zhu Zhanji have too few sons?
He remembered the answer that Tianshun Yu Qian gave him after he learned the secrets of Yangming's Mind Learning: Zhu Zhanji's younger brother, King Xiang Zhu Zhanzhen.
Because of this, Ji Boying briefly reviewed the inheritance of Zhu Zhanxun. His son had been on the throne for nine years, his grandson had been on the throne for one year, and his great-grandson had been King Xiang for thirteen years, but he had no children and no descendants.
After such a calculation, I dare say that Prince Xiang lived through six dynasties and seven emperors. This is a man who has sucked up all the luck of future generations.
According to this algorithm, if Zhu Zhanzhen succeeds to the throne, the position of the Emperor of Heaven will be stable for forty years, but will usher in turmoil after forty years.
And according to historical data, none of Zhu Zhanzhen's descendants have a very good reputation.
At least his grandson Zhu Jianshu, who only served as King Xiang for one year, was so talented that he knocked out Kong Ming's thatched cottage. Compared with Zhu Jianshen's achievements, there is a huge gap.
Ji Boying thought for a moment.
"Make Zhu Jianshen the emperor."
As soon as these words came out, all the ministers looked surprised, and even Zhu Zhanji was confused.
What kind of operation is it to dethrone the father and then make a three-year-old child emperor?
"There is a world of difference between your grandson and your son."
Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Qizhen on the ground, and then spoke.
"In addition, the king of Xiang, Zhu Zhanyi, and the king of Xiang, Zhu Qiyu, will assist the Duke of Zhou and wait until the emperor is weak to hand over the imperial power."
"Anyone who violates the authority will be punished by God."
The words fall.
boom!
A bolt of thunder struck down and exploded outside the Fengtian Palace.
A little street mouse who had been hungry for three days and three nights and was full of malice towards the whole world (including Ji Boying) became confused.
In other dynasties, if a prince becomes an auxiliary, it will mostly cause disaster.
Because power is so fascinating. You don’t think it’s something until you taste it. But once you hold it in your hand, you won’t want to let it go.
For example, in Tianshun Time and Space, Emperor Jingtai is currently under house arrest in Yong'an Palace and only breathes his last breath.
When Wala besieged Beiping and the country was about to overthrow, Emperor Jingtai had no intention of ascending the throne at all. He was completely forced to sit on the throne by his ministers.
But after winning the battle to defend Peiping, after tasting the supreme honor brought by the emperor's imperial power, and after getting used to being above ten thousand people, I could no longer let go.
People will change.
But the premise of this usurpation is that after the regent takes power, no one can restrict it.
As for the special existence of Ji Boying, if Zhu Zhanzhen and Zhu Qiyu dare not hand over power to Zhu Jianshen in the future, they will be waiting for thunder and the collective care from their ancestors.
"Zhu, Zhu Qiyu, I will obey the Immortal Master's decree!"
This thunder shocked Zhu Qiyu to the point of trembling with fear, and he quickly leaned over to salute Ji Boying.
"I will obey the Immortal Master's decree!"
After Ji Boying finished speaking, he glanced at Zhu Zhanji.
"gone."
The Orthodox gang has finished their work, and there is no need to stay.
"yes."
"Master Rongxian, give me a few words."
Zhu Zhanji took a deep breath.
"Kiro..."
Sun, who was sitting and kneeling on the ground, crying, hugged Zhu Zhanji's calf, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.
Zhu Zhanji ignored Sun and stepped away, but faced the ministers and asked another question.
"How is Master Jingci now?"
Master Jingci was the title given to Hu Shanxiang after he was deposed.
The ministers were silent for a moment, and then Wang Zhi, a heavenly official, spoke.
"Empress Jingci passed away in the eighth year of Zhengtong."
Ding.
Zhu Zhanji's heart trembled, and he felt a little lost for no reason.
The thing he felt most guilty about in his life was that he deposed Hu Shanxiang's throne for no reason, and let such a virtuous queen live in the world in vain.
Hu Shanxiang died in the eighth year of Zhengtong, while Sun lived to the sixth year of Tianshun.
Seriously, good people don’t live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.
"Master Immortal, let's go."
Zhu Zhanji's tone was slightly sad.
"Um."
With a sound, the figure disappeared.
Wang Zhi, Yu Qian and others in the hall shrank their pupils and took a breath of air.
The entire hall was as silent as ink. If what had just happened had not been seen clearly, these dozen important officials would have thought it was an illusory dream.
"Please give an order immediately, Your Highness, in compliance with the Immortal Master's decree, and in the name of the imperial court, please invite Prince Xiang to join the imperial court to assist the government, and inform the world about the deposed emperor and the deposed empress dowager, so that we can jointly promote the new emperor to the throne."
Yu Qian spoke loudly, breaking the silence of the hall.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes."
Zhu Qiyu clapped his hands and responded, nodding quickly.
"Everything will be done in accordance with the decree of the Immortal Master just now. I will go to welcome the new emperor."
The new emperor is three-year-old Zhu Jianshen.
The division of labor was clear, and soon there was no one in the palace, leaving only a tearful and slightly confused Sun. She felt that everything was too baffling.
Inexplicably, he met Ji Lang, who had been dead for fourteen years. Inexplicably, he met his son who was supposed to be fighting outside the Great Wall. Inexplicably, he was deposed from the position of Queen Mother. Inexplicably, he was relegated to the cold palace. Inexplicably, everything disappeared.
As for Ma Shun, he was forcibly dragged out by several ministers.
The star of the "one-time drama - Meridian Gate Murder", which was supposed to appear on August 23, obviously had to start work early.
……………………
It's windy and cold outside the Great Wall, and the palace is built with earth and wood forts.
When Ji Boying appeared with Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Qizhen, what he saw was a mess.
The table full of barbecue was all eaten up.
What he provided was enough for twenty people!
'Are these people named Zhu all pigs? ! '
But if you think about it, three Zhu Gaochi can eat as much as ten people.
In addition, Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, and Zhu Laosi were all powerful men who were accustomed to drinking from big bowls and eating meat, so it was pretty much the same.
"Oh, brother is back."
Lao Zhu put down the big squid he had already taken two bites of and wiped the oil from his fingers. Ji Boying quietly appeared in the seat next to him.
"Have you finished fighting outside?"
The question was naturally about the battle of this earthen fortress.
Ji Boying, who originally wanted to eat something, suddenly lost his appetite when he looked at the three Zhu Gaochi who were still immersed in eating.
"Soon."
Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di and Zhu Laosi all said in unison.
"The sound of horse hooves is very close. It seems that Mahamu's grandson has taken this last step."
These three serving emperors have been in battle for many years and are especially familiar with the sound of galloping horses.
"Well, let's go and see together."
Ji Boying pushed away his chair, stood up, and walked out of the room.
Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi, as well as the three Zhu Gaochi and Xuande Zhu Zhanji, and Zhu Qizhen, who had a bruised nose and face, were also followed by their ears.
The nine people walked in this earthen fortress, and most of their conversations were about finances and going to dig silver mines in their childhood.
Just arrived at a lookout.
Suddenly, the sound of drumming buzzed loudly and reached my ears.
There was a loud bang, and the gate of the Tumu Fort was violently smashed open.
A large number of Oala heavy cavalry poured into the Tumu Fortress and locked onto the location of Ji Bo Ying's nine men at an extremely fast speed.
After all, they are the only living people in this earthen fort at a glance.
"God is really helping Wala!"
He also took the lead, and when he saw the dragon robes worn by Lao Zhu and others, his eyes lit up.
In his opinion, no matter how badly he lost in this battle before, as long as he could catch the Ming Emperor, he could turn defeat into victory.
But the question is, who is the emperor?
As the third generation of prairie savages after the destruction of the Yuan Dynasty, Ye Xian, who had grown up picking up sheep dung on the grasslands, did not understand the Ming Dynasty's dress etiquette at all.
In the eyes of this group of Wala people who only know how to ride horses and herd sheep, any Han Chinese with paintings on their clothes, no matter if they are pythons or dragons, must be arrested first. These are all bargaining chips that can be exchanged for money with the Ming Dynasty.
The Oala heavy cavalry surrounded the nine Ji Boying people, circling continuously, waving their sabers and shouting "oh, oh, oh," like a group of monkeys that had just slipped down from Mount Emei.
But in fact, this is also a kind of psychological strategy, used to defeat the mentality of the besieged.
It's just that they never would have thought that this is a group of big guys whose psychological quality can crush 99.999% of the world's big guys.
"The boy who looks stupid is probably Mahamu's grandson."
Zhu Laosi raised his hand and pointed, and everyone else looked in the direction Zhu Laosi pointed.
"Which one of you is the emperor of tomorrow?"
He first came riding a tall black horse, holding a saber, reining in a victor's attitude, looking arrogantly at Ji Bo Ying and his nine men.
Lao Zhu glanced at him first, showing coercion and contempt.
The first thing I saw made my heart skip a beat.
'Damn it, why does everyone else except the pig head look like an emperor? ! '
Ji Boying glanced at this Ye Xian. He was not as hawkish as the rumors, but rather had triangular eyes. He looked quite simple and honest, like a farmer.
"You keep calling me Immortal Master."
"Then today, I will show you my skills as a teacher."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Boying's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di and others all have bright eyes.
They looked up subconsciously.
Ji Boying's figure has already appeared on this observation tower.
"He, how did he get up there?!"
He was also stunned at first, and asked Boyan Timur next to him, raising his hand to point to the observation tower that was five feet high. No monkey could climb so fast.
"I, I, I don't know."
Boyan Timur scratched the horse's butt, looking confused.
At this time, on the observation deck.
The wind roared by, raising Ji Boying's long hair to curl slightly.
The crescent moon hung in the sky, and at the moment when the wind fell, endless black clouds enveloped the Tumu Fort, as if the end of the world was coming.
From this height, we can see that around the earthen fort, several groups of sergeants are gathering towards the earthen fort at an extremely fast speed. This is Xu Da's strategy of intercepting first and then encircling them.
'Good boy. '
Obviously, after Xu Da received Ji Boying's words that "there is no need to take into account the Tumu Fort", instead of taking the Tumu Fort into account, Xu Da regarded the Tumu Fort as a piece of fat that he could not refuse, and he was the first to take the bait when fishing.
The Shenji Battalion led by Yu Qian and Liu Sheng, and the Three Thousand Battalion led by Zhu Gaoxu and Xiao Zhusi.
Zhu Neng and Hong Xi and Zhu Zhanji led the vanguard of the fifth military camp, while Xu Da and Yongle Zhu Zhanji led the main force of the fifth military camp to follow.
And everyone who led the troops to gather towards the Tumu Fort also saw the changes in the sky above the Tumu Fort.
As for this group of Wala people, they first looked at the black clouds that suddenly appeared above their heads with Boyan Timur, and the corners of their eyes couldn't help but twitch.
"Brother, no, it won't thunder, right?"
Boyan Timur swallowed, feeling a little timid.
He also fell into deep thought and patted his little brother on the shoulder. He knew that Boyan Timur was afraid of thunder since he was a child.
"Don't be afraid, what if it thunders?"
"You and I have been traversing the grassland for decades. As long as we don't take shelter under a tree, when have we ever been struck by lightning?!"
On the observation deck, the wind blew around my clothes and my hair was in disarray.
Ji Boying lowered his eyes slightly and looked down, his hands behind his waist, and the dark clouds in the sky became his background.
He struggled with this slightly awkward cup-filling posture for several seconds before deciding to do it.
At this time, there was a virtual light screen in front of his eyes, which was densely covered with red dots.
"The thunder and punishment of heaven is ready: whether to strike or not?"
"whether"
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