As soon as Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen finished speaking, other voices followed, all full of hostility.
"We must capture Nurhachi alive and subdue the capital! Let him be executed by Ling Chi!"
"Cut in half! Must be cut in half!"
"No, let's slow down first, and then cut him in half when he's about to die!"
"…………"
All the emperors and princes of the Ming Dynasty looked menacing, and they had even begun to think about new torture methods.
It’s understandable to have such emotions.
After all, from the perspective of these great emperors, the Jurchen clan represented by Nurhaci are a group of savages who drink blood and are a foreign race that invades the Han family.
This was even more unbearable than seeing Li Zicheng conquer the city of Peiping. After all, Li Zicheng was still a Han, and the Jurchen pigtails were worth a thousand cuts.
"stop."
Ji Boying glanced at these emperors and princes.
If these people were allowed to continue discussing, there was no telling what kind of torture they would produce.
For Ji Boying, his core purpose is to prolong the Ming Dynasty in various time and space, and to prolong the Wanli time and space, the Battle of Saarhu is an indispensable key.
Make a simple what if.
If the Battle of Saarhu ends in a complete victory for the Ming Dynasty, then there will be several possibilities in the future.
First, Houjin headed by Nurhachi will collapse directly. After all, Jianzhou Jurchen and other wild boar skins can no longer afford to eat after Wanli closed the Liaodong trade and stopped importing Jurchen ginseng. More than 100,000 kilograms of ginseng No one wanted it until it was soaked, so they had to be fed to wild boars.
This battle of Saarhu is a battle where the Boar Skins fight for their capital.
After the defeat, in order to eat, the various Jurchen tribes will most likely re-loyal to the Ming Dynasty, just like the Jurchen Ye He tribe, becoming part of the Ming Dynasty's national defense force.
Of course, Ming Dynasty could also choose to exterminate all the Jurchen tribe to avoid future troubles.
Second, the elite royal divisions used to conquer the wild boar skins were able to return to the capital. In this way, the She'an Rebellion a few years later would most likely not be able to cause chaos for more than ten years, and the imperial court would have enough military power to put down the rebellion in a short period of time.
Third, if the Saarhu War is defeated, there will be no endless tax hikes, large-scale peasant uprisings will not cover the northwest so quickly, and the subsequent Ming Dynasty will not fall into internal and external difficulties.
Of course, there is no word 'if' in the original history.
But in Ji Boying's case, it's not the case. The main theme is that everything is possible.
I am about to start talking about the internal affairs of the Wanli period.
Sudden.
Ji Boying thought of something, which in Ji Boying's opinion was very important to Longqing time and space.
"I'm going to bring someone here to discuss freely over a cup of tea."
Throw down a sentence.
As soon as he finished speaking, the immortal master's shadow disappeared from the podium.
Regarding Ji Boying's sudden departure, the emperor and princes in the audience are not surprised. The immortal master has his own arrangements, and they are more concerned about the battle of Sarhu at the moment.
As Ji Boying left, the whole classroom exploded and started talking.
Lao Zhu did not stop him. After all, the immortal master said when he left, free discussion and free speech were allowed over this cup of tea.
There is only one core discussion point among the emperors, princes and princes, and that is how to win the battle of Salhu and how to kill Nurhachi.
"Although Yang Hao has unshirkable responsibility, I think the bigger problem that led to the defeat of Sarhu should be Wanli."
After listening for a while, Abiao mostly attributed the blame to Yang Hao and then spoke.
"But the Immortal Master has just said that my son Zhu Yijun is the leader of ZTE, so I think the incompetence of the coach should be the main factor."
Zhu Zaijing, who had never dared to talk much in front of his ancestors, now unexpectedly joined Abiao in the ring, determined to clear his eldest son's name.
Perhaps for Longqing Zhu Zaijing, this cub is his only chance to stand up in front of all his ancestors in this class.
"Everyone, look at the map."
While everyone was arguing about the Battle of Saarhu, the young man Zhu Houzhao took out a map from his arms with a smile. After spreading it out on the table, it turned out to be a detailed map of the nine sides of the Ming Dynasty.
Everyone was stunned, especially Hongzhi Emperor Zhu Youtang, whose head was filled with question marks.
What is this kid thinking about every day? He actually carries a nine-sided map with him.
Only Wuzong Zhu Houzhao could understand the inner thoughts of Zhu Houzhao, a young man from Hongzhi. After all, this was how he survived back then. He dreamed of going to the border to fight in a war and demonstrate the national prestige of the Ming Dynasty.
Everyone immediately gathered around the spread out map and looked at the location of Sarhu.
"Get out of the way, Great Grandfather is here."
Lao Zhu walked down the podium with his hands behind his back. The descendants of the Zhu family quickly moved out of the way to give Lao Zhu the C seat in the center. Lao Zhu Di and A Biao stood beside him.
Then, saliva flew everywhere, and everyone began to express various opinions on the map, regardless of whether the sergeant was around or not.
Some said that the troops should not be divided into groups and others said that it was because the Western Route Army was too aggressive.
"Advancing separately does not mean dividing troops. With the terrain of Sarhu, there is nothing wrong with advancing separately."
"And the West Route Army's choice to advance rashly was not wrong."
"The core of the defeat of Sarhu is that none of the four armies can sustain Nurhachi's short-term charge."
"As long as one army can hold back Nurhachi, even for a day, the other three armies can complete the encirclement at night and carry out an encirclement and annihilation battle against the Jin army."
"The only way to complete the strategy is to separate into encirclement."
Old Zhu Di said with sharp eyes.
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Longqing time and space.
Wenhua Hall, side hall school.
Zhang Juzheng is holding his beautiful beard and looking at the nine-year-old child in front of him with a smile.
This child is fair and fair, a little chubby, especially his plump little face, which makes people want to pinch him. This is the Crown Prince Zhu Yijun.
In March of the second year of Longqing, Zhu Yijun was officially appointed as the crown prince by Zhu Zaijing, and he took the throne in the East Palace.
At the age of five, Zhu Yijun began to study and studied extremely hard. He can be said to be a standard outstanding successor to the royal family.
"Your Highness, in this article "Establishing Government", you just memorized three paragraphs wrongly and mispronounced seventeen characters. You have to copy it ten times."
Lao Zhang used the gentlest language to tell a primary school student the cruelest punishment, copying books.
"Yes, please follow your instructions."
Faced with the punishment of copying books, Xiao Wanli did not feel displeased at all. Instead, he bowed respectfully to handsome Zhang.
In fact, it's not that Xiao Wanli loves copying books, it's mainly because he can't do it without copying.
As long as he dares to say 'no', the news will inevitably reach the ears of his mother, Queen Li Guifei, and what Xiao Wanli will face next will not be as simple as simply copying books.
The next rough process is that he will be summoned into the harem by Concubine Li, and then kneel down as a punishment, and he will kneel for half an hour.
Xiao Wanli has just finished the ceremony.
Suddenly his expression changed, and he suddenly looked behind Zhang Juzheng, but he didn't panic.
"Who are you!"
Xiao Wanli drank calmly.
In terms of this magnanimity alone, the nine-year-old prince indeed has the majesty of an emperor.
Zhang Juzheng heard the sound and reacted instantly. He subconsciously turned around and looked around. When he saw the familiar immortal master, his face suddenly became overjoyed and he quickly stood up and bowed.
"Zhang Juzheng, meet the immortal master."
"Your Highness, please quickly follow me to see the Immortal Master."
While saluting, he urged Zhu Yijun.
Zhu Yijun was stunned.
'Immortal master? '
'Immortal? '
'Pooh! '
Although he is only nine years old today, he has been reading since he was five years old, and he already has his own views on things in this world. After reading many books, he concluded one point.
Gods are just nonsense.
"Mr. Zhang, this person is lying to you. There are no immortals in the world."
Zhu Yijun, who was just nine years old, spoke righteously and sternly.
"Your Highness, the Immortal Master is the Xuanqing Cultivating Heavenly Lord. This time he comes to the Ming Dynasty to extend the country to Zuo for our Ming Dynasty."
"blaspheming the immortals will lead to disaster, your highness must not speak nonsense."
Zhang Juzheng emphasized his tone.
"The Master said: The Master does not speak of strange powers and confuses the gods."
"Sir, this is what you taught me before."
The meaning of this giant saying is that a gentleman should keep the right path in mind and keep a respectful distance from ghosts and gods, otherwise he will be controlled by ghosts and gods.
Zhang Juzheng looked stunned.
I was actually educated by a nine-year-old baby, but I still couldn't refute it.
Because these words were indeed taught by him. He still remembered that after he finished speaking this paragraph, he solemnly warned Zhu Yijun not to blindly study ghosts and gods like his grandfather. Ghosts and gods must be respected, but they must stay away from them. Only by hard work can a country prosper. .
Maybe this means slapping yourself in the face and shooting yourself in the foot.
For a moment, Zhang Juzheng was speechless.
"Who are you? You broke into the Wenhua Palace without permission, and you dared to bewitch the elder of the court in front of me. You know how serious your crime is!"
Xiao Wanli flicked his sleeves and scolded sternly.
"Your Highness, you must not be disrespectful!"
Zhang Juzheng panicked and quickly grabbed Zhu Yijun, fearing that the boy would continue to say something treacherous and treacherous. Once he offended the immortal master, he would be doomed.
"snort."
"I didn't expect that you, a demon, would actually bewitch Mr. Zhu here."
"If I succumb to your evil methods today, how can I have the dignity to occupy the position of the East Palace of the Ming Dynasty!"
Zhu Yijun glared at the person in front of him. Although he was young, he said one thing after another.
The words fell.
boom!
A bolt of thunder directly shattered the eaves of Wenhua Palace.
Before Xiao Wanli could react, there was another thunderous sound, which landed impartially on Zhu Yijun's head.
Suddenly, Zhu Yijun felt a sense of paralysis coming over him.
Ji Boying deliberately controlled the amount of this thunder. When the previous system update package was updated, the 'Thunder Punishment' function was optimized, allowing Ji Boying to control the intensity of this thunder.
Ji Boying adjusted the intensity of the thunder that just fell on Zhu Yijun to within the 36 volts that the human body can tolerate.
thump.
Zhu Yijun knelt down instantly.
"Young man Zhu Yijun, pay your respects to the Xuanqing Jiaohua Tianzun!"
Zhang Juzheng, who was standing next to him, was stunned. He was kneeling now? Wasn't it very arrogant just now?
Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Juzheng solemnly.
"Zuo Chuan said: If you know your mistakes, correct them. There is no greater good."
'interesting. '
Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Yijun, who was kneeling to salute him. This little fat guy was quite interesting, and there was no sign of him posing backwards at all.
Sure enough, the changes in a person's life are subversive.
Then he glanced at Zhang Juzheng.
"You taught a good student."
Zhang Juzheng quickly bowed and apologized.
"The Immortal Master is full of praise, the Immortal Master is full of praise."
Ji Boying glanced at the table where Xiao Wanli was studying. It was already piled with various books. It felt like a hundred-day sprint, a three-year college entrance examination and a five-year simulation.
A nine-year-old child is so strict and has no childhood happiness at all.
This reminded him of Zhu Yijun in history. After the death of Long Qing and the accession of the younger Wanli to the throne, Zhang Juzheng could be said to be both a minister and father to Wanli.
The strict management of Wanli is simply outrageous.
Even when Zhang Juzheng was teaching Wanli, even if little Wanli wrote a wrong word, Zhang Juzheng would reprimand him loudly in person, completely denying Wanli, who had already ascended the throne, any dignity that should belong to the emperor.
As for having fun, that's even more impossible.
In Lao Zhang's view, Zhu Yijun wanted to be a sage king comparable to Yao and Shun. Even food and drink expenses had to be frugal, and he couldn't even add a few dishes during the New Year.
On the contrary, Lao Zhang himself was extravagant and wasteful, never restrained, and had a feeling that "only the chief minister is allowed to set fires, and the emperor is not allowed to light lamps."
When Wanli found out about this, he was so angry that he couldn't sleep for several nights.
Once, Zhu Yijun got drunk and beat a palace servant. He was the emperor of the dynasty. Not to mention that he just beat a palace servant when he was drunk. Even if he beat him to death, it would not be a big deal.
But after Zhang Juzheng learned about this, he immediately escalated the situation and wrote a letter in the name of the cabinet, bringing the matter directly to Wanli's mother, Empress Dowager Li. Empress Dowager Li called Zhu Yijun over and scolded her, and then threw it away to Zhu Yijun. A copy of "Book of Han" and opened the "Biography of Huo Guang".
The general meaning is that if you don't listen to Zhang Shoufu, you will be destroyed today.
Good guy, Wanli woke up in a flash.
In the end, Zhang Juzheng rushed to the scene and punished Wanli by kneeling for three hours. It should be noted that Wanli had been on the throne for eight years and was a serious emperor.
"I'm going to take him to a lesson."
Ji Boying spoke calmly.
In the time and space of Longqing, Zhu Zaijing, who only knew how to play shooting, was completely useless. Ji Boying's only hope for Zhu Zaijing was to take good care of his body and extend his standby time.
Now that the tuba is no longer available, it is natural to start practicing the trumpet.
First, let the little Wanli listen and read the path that the old Wanli walked in another time and space. This kind of education is the most direct.
After all, Xiao Wanli, who is now nine years old, seems to have very good qualifications and is quite wise.
"The prince is very lucky to be taught by an immortal master."
Zhang Juzheng replied repeatedly.
"Um."
Ji Boying made a slight 'hmm' sound, and then the kneeling little Wanli disappeared on the spot.
Then, his eyes fell on Zhang Juzheng.
After thinking for a moment, Ji Boying spoke.
"Zhang Juzheng, there is something I want to remind you."
Zhang Juzheng's face straightened.
"If you ask the immortal master to give you some advice, Zhang Juzheng will definitely keep it in mind."
"When you teach Zhu Yijun, you must remember to focus on guidance and tap into his spontaneity, rather than blindly forcing or blindly supervising him. I hope you can become a beacon in his imperial career, rather than exert any influence on him." A nightmare that won’t go away.”
Say it.
Ji Boying's figure disappeared on the spot.
'lighthouse. '
'nightmare. '
Zhang Juzheng frowned and thought deeply about what the immortal master had just said to him.
……………………
Hongwu time and space, Zuixian Tower.
When Ji Boying came back, all the students in the class, from Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang to shooting expert Zhu Zaijing, were all surrounding Xiao Wanli. Everyone was extremely interested in this cute little chubby boy.
"This is our ninth grandson."
Lao Zhu was obviously very happy about the appearance of this little chubby guy, and he pinched Xiao Wanli's fat face with a smile.
This kind of elderly people have always been particularly affectionate towards children of another generation. This is the so-called cross-generational affection.
What's more, in Lao Zhu's heart at this time, Wanli was the master of Zhongxing, and his love for him was beyond words.
Old Zhu Di and the others were laughing non-stop, pinching little Wanli here and there, making little Wanli uncomfortable and feeling like he was being collectively molested by a group of old men.
If his father Zhu Zaijing hadn't introduced in advance that these people were ancestors, Xiao Wanli would have run away.
"The Immortal Master is back."
A Biao's voice pulled everyone back.
The words "children and grandchildren" are a breathing pain to Abiao.
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PS: Xiao Wanli is online! Asking for a monthly ticket!
(End of chapter)
