The immortal master said Zhang Juzheng.
In an instant, everyone's eyes in the main hall were focused on this handsome guy Zhang.
Especially Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaixuan.
After the baptism of the first half of the class, this little shooting expert has now figured out what is going on. It seems that his adaptability is pretty good.
'Most of these selected ministers are the chief ministers of previous dynasties. '
'Why am I Zhang Juzheng and not Mr. Gao this time? '
In Zhu Zaijing's heart, Mr. Gao, whom he trusted the most, should be the number one chief of his Longqing Dynasty.
Lao Zhu, A Biao and Lao Zhu Di, senior first-term Tianzi students, had high expectations for Zhang Juzheng because they already understood the reasons for the examination method and the one-step whipping method.
Under the attention of everyone, Zhang Juzheng took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.
Zhang Juzheng first bowed to the immortal master on the podium, then made a courteous salute to the emperors and princes, and then he calmed down and spoke.
“I personally believe that taxation is the country’s finance, and finance is also the country’s fundamental foundation.”
“If a country’s taxes are abolished, the country will be abolished.”
"If taxes are abundant, the country will be prosperous."
This answer is very consistent with Zhang Juzheng's established personality.
After all, Zhang Juzheng became the chief minister of the cabinet, took control of the internal and external courts, and took full power. The first thing he did was to implement a whipping method that had been brewing for a long time.
The core purpose of the whip method is to collect taxes.
Longqing opened the sea + a whip method, so that the national treasury, which had already bottomed out, was rapidly replenished during the Wanli period. This laid a solid economic foundation for the three major Wanli expeditions.
It's just that Wanli was good at making money and spending money after he was ruined. He stole all the money from the treasury. When he died, the warehouse had no silver to support the war, but there were still more than 7 million in the inner court treasury. Two pieces of silver.
After hearing Zhang Juzheng's answer, all the emperors and princes expressed their appreciation.
After all, the point of 'finance' has already been discussed in the first class. Finance is related to the survival of the country.
"good."
On the podium, Ji Boying nodded towards Zhang Juzheng, and looked at Yu Qian, who was sitting on the other side of Tianshun Shikong.
"Yu Shaobao, what do you think?"
After Yu Qian was silent for a while, he stood up and saluted.
"Returning to Immortal Master, Yu Qian believes that military is the foundation of a country."
And this is also in line with Yu Qian's setting.
After all, Yu Qian personally led the defense of Peiping, and he deeply realized that if a country does not have a strong army to guard the country, a country cannot even protect its own national border, and how can it talk about the future.
"Yang Shiqi, what do you think?"
Ji Boying's gaze shifted again. This question routine was obviously full of randomness.
The sitting Husky was stunned for a moment, and then stood up. Like Zhang Juzheng, he saluted all parties before speaking under the expectant gaze of Emperor Xuande.
This husky belongs to Xuande time and space.
"I believe that the fundamental foundation of a country lies in the purity of the court, the purity of the officials' governance, and the integrity of civil society and military affairs."
Yang Shiqi's words were so impassioned that he couldn't help but straighten his back a little.
However, Ji Boying couldn't help but frown. Civil servants like Yang Shiqi, who looked down on generals, needed to find time to focus on training.
"Monk, tell me."
Yao Guangxiao was stunned and muttered in his heart.
'I have a name...'
'Rebellion is the foundation of the empire! '
Of course, I thought so in my heart, but I definitely couldn't say it on the surface. Taking a deep breath, the black-clothed monk touched his bald head, then stood up and saluted.
"Immortal Master, my views are different from those of others."
"Lao Na believes that imperial power should be the foundation of the country. Only when a wise king is in power can the country be strong and prosperous. When a mediocre king is in power, the world will be overthrown."
When the old monk said these words, Zhu Laosi and Lao Zhu Di, who were sitting in the seats, felt happy when they heard it. They couldn't help but sigh: The master has won my heart!
The wise ruler is naturally Zhu Di, and the mediocre ruler is Zhu Yunzhen.
However, the smiles on their faces had not lasted for more than a few seconds on the faces of Old Zhu Di and Zhu Laosi. They suddenly felt a chill on their backs and saw A Biao's cold eyes. They lowered their heads in a hurry, not daring to look directly at them.
"Mr. Yangming, what do you think about this issue?"
Ji Boying finally looked at Wang Yangming. He was a little curious about the perspective from which this sage of mind science would view this issue.
After hearing this, Wang Yangming stood up slightly and pondered for a moment.
"I think."
"They're all right."
After saying this, Wang Yangming sat back in his seat.
Everyone was stunned, even Ji Boying on the podium was a little unresponsive.
A saint is a saint, and his face is thicker than that of normal people. The answer is that his face is not red and his heart is not beating.
This reminded Ji Boying of another evaluation of Wang Yangming in history: a sinister person.
This is the end of the question and answer session.
Then Ji Boying glanced at all the emperors, princes, princes and ministers present.
Then he turned around, raised his hand to pick up the pen that was already dipped in ink on the shelf, waved his hand, and wrote a big character on the rice paper behind him: 人.
"You just talked a lot."
"To sum it up, the essence is this word."
"And this person can be broken down into two types."
"One is for the king, and the other is for the people."
At this point, Ji Boying glanced at Yang Shiqi.
"The essence of the remonstrance to the death of civil servants and the war to the death of military commanders that you just mentioned is no different from the theory of imperial power mentioned by the monk."
"If the state has a sage king, then the government will have its ministers, and vice versa."
After pacing for a while, Ji Boying put his hands behind his waist.
"Next, you will enter two illusions. At the end of each illusion, you have to tell me what problems you will come up with when you think about the basic structure of the empire from the perspective of the king and the people, and how to correct it."
As soon as Ji Boying finished speaking, Lao Zhu, who was sitting on the side of the podium, stood up with a mace in his hand.
"Listen carefully, everyone, and let us think carefully. If anyone is found distracted in class, don't blame me, the great ancestor, for being ruthless."
Abiao also stood up at this time, temporarily suppressing the messy emotions in his heart, and concentrated on waiting for the illusion he was about to enter.
"Well, please pay attention to careful analysis."
Ji Boying glanced at everyone.
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scenery changed instantly.
"here it is…"
Everyone saw that this was a magnificent altar, five feet wide and nine feet high, with majesties protruding from all sides. It was called the "Dengfeng Altar".
And beneath our feet are majestic mountains.
As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of stairs. Under the altar, there are all civil servants and military generals kneeling and shouting long live the mountain. Flags are fluttering, as majestic as smoke, and they are so majestic.
"Tarzan."
Ji Boying said lightly.
One word popped into the minds of all the emperors and princes: Taishan Fengchan.
This is a special activity that only the emperor can perform.
From a historical perspective, there are only seven emperors who have performed Buddhist rituals in Mount Tai throughout the ages.
They are Qin Shihuang, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Guangwu, Tang Gaozong, Wu Zhao, Tang Xuanzong, and Song Zhenzong.
Of course, among them, Wu Zhao's identity as Wu Zhou was not recognized. Tang Gaozong and Song Zhenzong, these two guys were just bullied, and they were almost ridiculed by later generations.
When Mount Tai was enshrined in Zen, the only people who did not criticize the Eight Classics were Emperor Qin, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Guangwu, and Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.
In fact, at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, many people wrote letters and strongly hoped that Lao Zhu would go to Mount Tai to become a Buddhist monk.
After all, Lao Zhu conquered the world from a bowl and restored the Han Dynasty that had been occupied by foreigners for hundreds of years. Based on this alone, Zhu Yuanzhang's three words are enough to have eternal achievements, and Fengchan Taishan is worthy of the name.
However, Lao Zhu rejected all of Feng Chan's suggestions.
The reasons are also simple. First, consecrating Mount Tai requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and all the money is spent on people's wealth and anointing.
This was obviously a huge burden for the Ming Dynasty, which had just experienced war and the world was at peace for the first time, and Lao Zhu did not want the people to suffer from this.
The second is that they are completely disdainful.
Since Zhenzong of the Song Dynasty forced Taishan to grant Zen, it directly lowered the authority of Taishan.
Among the emperors of the Great Tomorrow, there was also Lao Zhu Di who also rejected Feng Chan.
In the 14th year of Yongle, the Ministry of Rites wrote several times to request the emperor to go to Mount Tai to enshrine Zen. As a result, Lao Zhu Di was angered, and what he finally got was a scolding from Lao Zhu Di.
I approved hundreds of words in the memorial that was submitted, and the general meaning of the translation is: Have you done everything? Not enough job saturation? Do you need me to check it out? !
From then on, during the Yongle Dynasty, no one dared to mention the matter of being granted Zen status.
"This should be the thirteenth year of Kaiyuan."
As the most educated member of Lao Zhu's family, Abiao had read the Records of Kaiyuan very well.
Abiao stared at the position of the podium, which was located in the Dengfeng Altar in the holographic projection. Next to the Immortal Master, there was a majestic man wearing an imperial crown, solemnly performing the ceremony of Dengfeng.
This man is Li Longji, also known as Tang Xuanzong and Tang Minghuang.
Emperor Zhengde Zhu Houzhao stood up and walked to the Dengfeng Altar. He looked closely at Li Longji who was worshiping heaven, and then grinned.
"Hey, this guy's looks are as good as mine."
Others also came together, wanting to see up close what Tang Minghuang looked like.
However, this was not the time for this group of people to take up the altar position.
The surrounding scenes are changing rapidly.
This feeling was like a high-intensity scene being cut quickly, interpreting the ultimate flourishing of the Tang Dynasty at an extremely fast speed. Everyone was stunned in place, looking around, looking around in amazement.
It was a scene of Haiyanheqing, and it was the most prosperous Kaiyuan era.
In their ears, there were voices ringing out one after another at the same time, some were heroic, some were unrestrained, or some were overwhelming.
"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of all the small mountains."
"Don't worry, no one knows you in the future. No one in the world knows you."
"When the imperial concubine laughs, no one knows it's a lychee."
"There will be times when strong winds break through the waves, and you can hang your sails directly across the sea."
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea never to return..."
"…………"
As the sounds of these poems echoed, the surrounding scenery also changed rapidly. From the very beginning of prosperity, it suddenly turned into a raging fire, with mountains and rivers shattering, and the sound of killing filling the sky.
"The carriages were rattling, the horses were rustling, and the pedestrians were carrying bows and arrows at their waists. Ye Niang and his wife left each other in the dust and disappeared from Xianyang Bridge."
"The war rages for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold."
"…………"
"With tens of millions of mansions, it will protect all the poor people in the world and make them happy!"
The scene slowly stopped in front of a dilapidated thatched house. A man in gray linen clothes looked up to the sky and chanted this sentence.
Finally, there was a sudden change, and the scene appeared in a house with a Buddha statue.
"here it is…"
"she is?"
Old Zhu Abiao, Old Zhu Di, and everyone else have not yet come out of the immersion in the rapidly changing scene just now.
Ji Boying looked slightly, and in front of him was a woman's desperate and sad face.
"Maweiyi, Yang Yuhuan."
Abiao took a deep breath and acted as the commentator for the entire audience.
"Is this Yang Yuhuan?"
Lao Zhu frowned and stood beside Ji Boying, his eyes also falling on the sad face with residual tear stains.
The eyes of more than thirty grown men were all focused on this woman's half-covered body.
Even though the Emperor and Crown Prince have met countless beauties and beauties in these days, his mind can't help but be shaken at this moment.
A poem appears consciously in everyone's heart.
'The clouds think of the clothes, the flowers think of the face, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.
If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon. '
Qinglian layman Li Taibai, sincerely do not deceive me.
beautiful.
For Yang Yuhuan, only such a simple word can describe it.
Among the four beauties praised in the world, Xi Shi’s identity is unknown, Diao Chan is a pure fabrication, and only Zhaojun and Yuhuan have definite identities.
In later generations, the saying "Tang regarded fat as beautiful" became popular.
But in fact, plumpness and fatness are two completely different concepts, but every experienced driver knows the taste of plump beauty.
For example, Shui Bingbing is the perfect interpretation of Yang Yuhuan.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey..."
At this time, Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaijing, a young shooting master who had never been interested in class, suddenly became extremely excited.
Because in the Buddhist hall of Maweiyi, there are not only Yang Yuhuan, but also two people, the seventy-two-year-old Tang Minghuang, and his attendant Gao Lishi.
At this time, the seventy-two-year-old Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty was taking off his clothes. The other emperors, princes, princes and ministers also held their breath subconsciously. No one said anything, even the monk Yao Guangxiao did not blink.
More than thirty grown men gathered together to xxx.
'? ? ? '
Ji Boying was momentarily confused as he glanced at it.
'WOC! This thing can actually watch movies! '
His heart suddenly became a little excited, and he suddenly discovered that the first-person perspective was of great use.
Two dry coughs.
"Well, this part doesn't look good."
My mind turned, and I skipped this part of the content that no one liked to read, and jumped to the scene after everything was over.
I could clearly hear the sighs of the emperors.
……………(beginning)…………
In the fifteenth year of Tianbao, Mawei Station.
After the mutiny, the Forbidden Army had surrounded the inn, and Prime Minister Yang Guozhong had his head displayed to the public.
The purpose of the mutiny of these Forbidden Army was also simple. They asked Emperor Ming to issue an order to kill Yang Yuhuan. The Forbidden Army, who were extremely emotional, covered all the sources of evil on Yang Yuhuan's body, and beauty was a disaster.
Buddhist temple.
It's over.
Li Longji couldn't help but burst into tears as he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him.
"Yuhuan, it's me."
"I'm sorry for you."
With her hair disheveled, Yang Yuhuan smiled.
The green jade hand like a tender lotus root was raised, and Gao Lishi, who was kneeling beside him, tremblingly handed over a strand of three-foot white silk.
"If I use the body of Yuhuan today, I can protect your Majesty's safety."
"The jade ring is enough."
With that said, he grabbed Li Longji's hand, used Li Longji's hand to wrap the white silk around his neck, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Sanlang, if there is an afterlife."
"I hope you and I will never see each other again."
Tears fell from the corners of Cinnabar's eyes.
Li Longji grabbed Bai Ling's two poems, his hands couldn't stop trembling.
He raised his head and held his breath, with a look of determination on his face, and tightened his grip...
………………(end)…………
The picture is fixed here.
Like a dream bubble shattered, the surrounding scene returned to the main hall.
Ji Boying scanned the group of emperors and princes, and could clearly sense a sense of sadness in Lao Zhu and the three Zhu Di, as well as Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen and Hongzhi Emperor Zhu Youtang.
These great emperors all have one thing in common, that is, dedication.
Witnessing the scene where Tang Minghuang killed his beloved with his own hands, it is inevitable that some associations will arise.
"The first illusion is over."
"Someone tell me what I saw in this illusion."
The words fell.
Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaijing didn't know what kind of demon he was possessed by, so he swallowed and blurted out.
"Yang Yuhuan has such a good figure!"
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PS: Attached is an easter egg, showing the imperial concubine riding a horse.
Asking for a monthly ticket! ! ! ! !
(End of chapter)
