'Choose three? ! '
The words of King Fu Zhu Changxun were finalized.
Lao Zhu was stunned, his head was buzzing, and his blood pressure instantly jumped to 200.
He had thought about what an astonishing reply this pig-like unscrupulous descendant would have, but he never expected that he would get such an unexpected answer!
Choose three?
Where did you get three? !
Ji Boying was also stunned when he heard this, and almost couldn't help laughing.
Zhu Changxun, this fat pig, is really a talent. Why didn’t you choose C? !
state!
The mace in Lao Zhu's hand hit Zhu Changxun directly.
"Choose three!"
Zhu Changxun's screams suddenly started.
"Choose three!!"
"We ask you to choose three!!"
Then he hammered the stick a few more times until his arm felt sore, and then Lao Zhu put down the wolf fang in his hand.
Let’s look at Zhu Changxun, the King of Fortune, who had been beaten several times by his ancestors. Apart from a bruised nose and a swollen face, he looked like a normal person. This perfectly illustrates how arrogant it is to have a fat body.
If it had been the Jiajing Immortal, who was shaped like a crane, and had been exposed to such sticks and wolf fangs by Lao Zhu, he would have been broken and half disabled.
Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaijing is the best example. He was a good person, but he was crippled by Lao Zhu.
At this moment, King Fu Zhu Changxun didn't react much at all, so he lay on the ground and pretended to howl a few times to satisfy his ancestors' sense of accomplishment.
The mace hit him like it hit an irregular air cushion.
But this is also because Lao Zhu shows mercy to his children and grandchildren.
The mace in his hand is specially made.
Lao Zhu specially ordered people to smooth the deadly wolf fangs on the stick.
"Why are you so dazed? Why don't you kowtow to Grandfather Taizu!"
When Lao Wanli saw that there was nothing unusual about Zhu Changxun, he suddenly felt relieved and kept talking. He was afraid that if it was too late, he would not be able to save his precious son.
'Grandfather? ! '
In just a few minutes, Zhu Changxun, who had already been beaten more than he had been in the entire previous half of his life, suddenly woke up with his pig-headed brain, and his brain circuit came back, and he seemed to finally understand what was happening in front of him. what happened.
Without thinking too much about it, he kowtowed loudly on the ground.
"Zhu Changxun, an unworthy descendant, allowed Grandpa Taizu to fall into disgrace!"
No matter how stupid he is, Zhu Changxun also knows that he has no choice now. He must get over it first.
Anyway, as long as his father still loves him, he will eventually turn around. After all, this great grandfather cannot stay in the world forever, and sooner or later he will have to go underground.
This is the rule. The gate of hell opens once a year. This is what the old Taoist priest in the palace told him.
In Zhu Changxun's opinion, these ancestors should all come from underground.
"They don't stay underground during the Chinese New Year. They come up for no reason to scare people. These ancestors are all evil spirits." '
King Fu muttered in his heart.
Lao Zhu handed the mace to Xiao Zhusi, took a few breaths, and looked at the tenth generation grandson who had been hit with the stick several times by him, but turned out to be just like a normal person. He was as fat as a pig, and his teeth were filled with anger. itch.
Then, his eyes fell on Old Wanli.
"I'll take your pig-like son, confiscate your family wealth, and send him to Lingnan until he's as thin as a hundred pounds."
Boom!
Old Wanli and King Fu Zhu Changxun exploded instantly when they heard the last six words.
'You can lose weight to 100 pounds! '
Zhu Changxun collapsed on his knees and said "Wow" and was about to cry. He now weighs more than three hundred kilograms. He has to lose more than two hundred kilograms of meat before he can return from Lingnan. This is simply worse than killing him. pain.
"Um?"
Seeing that Lao Wanli didn't move, Lao Zhu's eyes turned cold.
"Or do you also want to go to Lingnan together?"
Ding.
Old Wanli panicked, his scalp numb with fright, and he responded quickly.
"The ninth grandson Zhu Yijun sincerely abides by Taizu's sacred order."
Then Lao Wanli looked at his beloved son, with deep unbearability in his eyes.
But there is no other way. It is better to sacrifice one person than to wipe out the entire army. As the saying goes, "If you keep dad here, you won't have to worry about having no meat to eat."
Old Wanli gave King Fu a look.
The general idea is: Son, my father, I can’t save myself now, so I can only force you to go to Lingnan to lose weight. Don’t worry, after you lose a hundred pounds, my father will immediately take you back. I raised you until you were fat and white.
"Forget it about Lingnan."
Ji Boying interrupted at this time.
"Yeah, yeah, let's change places!"
Old Wanli was immediately happy when he heard this. The immortal master had spoken for his son. As long as the immortal master spoke, the great ancestor would definitely listen!
Zhu Changxun also paused, feeling a little moved inexplicably. He looked at Ji Boying excitedly, and it turned out that this immortal master still had some humanity.
"Let's send him to Guizhou Longchang. I can feel the saint's aura up close. Maybe I have a chance to learn some saint's thoughts from it."
Boom…!
Zhu Changxun was stunned for a moment.
Guizhou Longchang belongs to the land of Qianzhou. It is an important place for exile. The living conditions are extremely poor, worse than Lingnan. The Longchang place is full of savages from ethnic minorities and extremely vicious fugitives. If you don't deal with them at all, they will enter with a white knife. The red knife comes out.
Even when Mr. Yangming arrived at Longchang at the beginning of the year, his mentality almost collapsed.
"Okay, as my brother said, Zhu Changxun will be sent to a farm in Guizhou until he loses weight to a hundred pounds."
"Um."
Ji Boying has always been a man of action who does what he says and never does anything in vain. He glanced at the King of Fortune Zhu Changxun.
"You look so pitiful."
"I will spare you the pain of traveling across mountains and rivers."
The words fell.
Fu Wang Zhu Changxun, who was kneeling on the ground, disappeared before he could cry.
Of course, Zhu Changxun did not return to his luxurious Prince Fu's Mansion in Luoyang, but to the leaky and leaky Longchang shabby house where Mr. Wang Yangming attained enlightenment a hundred years ago.
There, the blessed king Zhu Changxun, who is a descendant of the Zhu family, will personally experience the relics of the Ming sage's enlightenment and follow the sage's path to pursue the way of heaven and man.
At the same time, lose weight.
Old Wanli looked at the place where King Fu disappeared, his pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes suddenly became anxious. He couldn't wait to send a decree to the Governor of Guizhou, if there was such a person as the Governor of Guizhou.
But even though the edict was urgently delivered from 800 miles away from the capital, by the time the edict arrived in Guizhou, and when Guizhou officials went to Longchang to find Zhu Changxun, the blessed king Zhu Changxun had already eaten a lot of wild grass, and he was probably as good as half Almost like a savage.
Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, everything depends on Zhu Changxun himself.
"In addition, give a decree to your nephew Zhu Changzi."
"Within three days, he is ordered to return to the fields and the common people, and donate five million taels of silver to support the nine-border army."
This Zhu Changxi was the son of King Lu Zhu Yili. When Zhu Yili came to power, more than 500 ships were used to transport treasures and furniture.
"fourth."
Ji Boying looked at Old Wanli.
What he just wanted to say has not been completely finished yet.
"It is decreed that the Crown Prince Zhu Changluo should come out of the palace to study."
The matter of Zhu Changluo studying is also strange.
Now approaching the age of knowing his destiny, the thirty-six-year-old Crown Prince Zhu Changluo has not read seriously for more than twenty years.
I recall that the first time Zhu Changluo went to class was in the 23rd year of Wanli, that is, when Zhu Changluo was thirteen years old, and Wanli, who had always been accustomed to extravagance and waste, specially issued an edict: The crown prince went out to study, and all favors were given. All kill less.
You know, when Wanli was five years old, he began to go out to study, and a grand ceremony was held.
And the most puzzling thing is that Zhu Changluo's school time has also been changed. The time for the royal children of the Ming Dynasty to go to school is usually at Si hour every day (9 a.m. - 11 a.m.), and it is also very thoughtfully equipped. During winter and summer vacations, just in case continuous classes are too stressful.
But Zhu Changluo's class time was inexplicably set at Yin Shi (3-5 am) by Lao Wanli, which meant that Zhu Changluo had already gotten up to study before the rooster crow every day, and also canceled winter and summer vacations. .
Then there is the teacher chosen for Zhu Changluo.
Generally speaking, the crown prince is the crown prince of the country, and the teachers chosen for the crown prince must all be talented people from the empire and highly respected literary figures across the country.
But Zhu Changluo's teacher was very strange. Not to mention whether he was famous or not, one spoke with an incomprehensible southern accent all day long, and the other was a big fat man who gasped after saying two sentences.
But under such difficult conditions, Zhu Changluo could only endure it, and did not dare to show even the slightest bit of displeasure. After all, it would be good if he had food to eat, and he could still control a few dishes.
However, even with such a configuration, I studied this book for less than two years. After the two teachers resigned due to personal reasons, it was inexplicably discontinued and no new teacher was chosen again.
Since then, Crown Prince Zhu Changluo has stopped reading.
No matter how many ministers in the court wrote to Old Wanli for many months, and even a crowd of people knelt outside the Meridian Gate, begging Emperor Wanli to allow the crown prince to go out to study, it was still useless.
Old Wanli just ignored him, as if Zhu Changluo was not his son, and as if it was a sin to study with Zhu Changluo.
Zhu Changluo's treatment was completely different from that of King Fu Zhu Changxun.
"Well, let your eldest grandson Zhu Youxiao go out to study together."
Speaking of Zhu Youxiao, the eldest grandson of Lao Wanli.
It was the carpenter who was easily soluble in water. Ji Boying felt miserable for him.
Since his father didn't even study, his son certainly didn't go to school, so Zhu Youxiao never had a day of serious royal education until the day he ascended the throne at the age of sixteen.
Naturally, the same is true for his younger brother Chongzhen Zhu Youjian who succeeded him.
Neither brother has received a serious royal education, and they have not even mastered the basic secrets of the emperor.
Of course, it is a bit too dark for later generations to call Zhu Youxiao an illiterate emperor.
After all, Zhu Youxiao was the eldest son of the Crown Prince. Even if he couldn't afford to go to a serious royal school, he could still afford private tutors, and there were literate eunuchs around him to teach him. It was impossible for him to be illiterate, he could only It is said that the cultural level is indeed not high.
Quite completely, the old Wanli never considered that his children and grandchildren would take over the country after he sent it.
The fact that he never allowed the prince to study can also be seen from the side. Old Wanli really lived with the mentality of "I will enjoy it in this life and let the flood flood after my death".
"If you don't respect the teachings of the Crown Prince, are you going to destroy our Ming Dynasty?!"
Lao Zhu glanced at Lao Wanli coldly.
"The Immortal Master emphasized the importance of educating the prince over and over again in class, but you have neglected the prince's studies to this point. It is simply stupid!"
Even A Biao couldn't stand it anymore and rarely reprimanded Lao Wanli, the future emperor.
On weekdays, Abiao rarely spoke to comment on these future emperors.
after all.
These are all the descendants of Yan Fan, and his Zhu Biao lineage has long since withered.
Therefore, he would hardly give any reprimands to these future emperors, and it would always be Lao Zhu Di or Zhu Laosi who would take the initiative.
"You loser!"
Immortal Jiajing slapped Old Wanli on the back of the head.
The two emperors after him, one was his son and the other was his grandson, made people's blood pressure soar. This does not mean that his Jiajing Immortal's seeds are not good.
As for Zhu Youtang and Zhu Houzhao, the two father and son have no feelings at all.
After all, the Jiajing branch was passed down from Zhu Jianshen.
Old Wanli lowered his head and did not dare to speak at all. He had no room to defend himself on the matter of not allowing the prince to study.
Ji Boying glanced at Old Wanli, who had his head lowered, and continued.
"fifth."
"It's also the last one."
"From now on, the nine-border army will be fully paid, especially the towns in Liaodong, and the armaments will be reorganized. The armies of North Korea and Ye He will be summoned to gather troops in Liaodong to prepare for the destruction of the Jurchen Jin Kingdom."
The words fell.
The emperors Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, and Zhu Laosi all had fighting intent in their eyes.
For this Wanli dynasty, the most important thing they expected was to destroy Houjin and kill Nurhachi.
"After we defeat this Jurchen, we will personally compete with this Nurhachi."
Old Zhu Di also nodded.
"I also want to see what kind of person this Nurhachi is, who can actually defeat our Ming Dynasty and steal the Central Plains."
When the other emperors and princes heard this, they all became angry and wished they could go to Nurhaci immediately and chop him alive.
Only Lao Wanli looked shocked and a little confused when he heard this.
"Master Immortal, Nurhaci is just a savage, and the so-called Jin Kingdom is just a small place. Why bother to spend so much effort (waste of money)."
"You know shit."
Usually when Old Zhu Di comes forward, Old Zhu would watch silently, but this time he also glared at Old Wanli and scolded him sternly.
"The Jin Kingdom established by Nurhachi in Jianzhou later replaced me, the Ming Dynasty, and took control of the Central Plains. All this was because you, the boy, did not engage in state affairs and just sat back and watched Nurhaci grow bigger and raise tigers."
Old Wanli was stunned for a moment.
Replace Ming Dynasty? Taking over the Central Plains? !
He was showing off to the extreme, but in Lao Wanli's heart, if anyone dared to take advantage of Ming Dynasty, they couldn't show off.
When most of Korea had been captured by the Japanese, the officials of the Ming court were still arguing endlessly about whether to fight or not. At this time, a decree from Lao Wanli came from the harem, and the final decision was made to immediately send troops to Korea.
This was true for the three major campaigns, and so was the Battle of Saarhu.
In the original historical Battle of Saarhu, Lao Wanli paid special attention to this battle. Not only did he specially issue an order to Yang Hao, the governor of the front line, to urge the battle, he even gritted his teeth and paid for the shortfall of the Liaodong army from the inner treasury. Pay for it.
It's a pity that he underestimated Nurhaci and the Eight Banners Cavalry, thinking that this time was no different from previous counter-insurgency campaigns, and in the end he lost even his underwear.
"Yes, I will issue an order tomorrow to recruit a large army to prepare for war in Liaodong."
Old Wanli responded quickly.
"Um."
"Just assemble the army, there is no need to send generals."
Ji Boying specifically noted this.
Although the generals of the Wanli Dynasty, including Li Rubai, wanted to defeat Nurhachi's Eight Banners cavalry on the frontal battlefield, it was still a bit difficult.
"Brother, we had a special discussion with Biao'er Laosi and the others. In the battle of Salhu, there is no problem with the strategy of dividing the troops first and then joining forces. Judging from the terrain of Salhu, it is also the best. Method."
"The most important problem is that the various armies were unable to stop Nurhaci, but were defeated one by one."
"Therefore, in our opinion, what we need in this battle is field vanguard generals. The generals who advance each way must be strong generals who can compete with Nurhaci's cavalry on the front battlefield."
The words fell.
Old Zhu Di's eyes flashed.
"I'll lead the way!"
Ji Boying didn't pay attention to what Old Zhu Di said.
At Lao Zhu Di's current age, he has long passed the stage of being a pioneer.
In Ji Boying's mind, the best candidate who can finally defeat Nurhaci has been decided.
Lao Zhu also nodded with concentration.
"Since this battle is going to be fought, we must use the Ming Dynasty's national prestige. We must defeat these Jurchen braids head-on with absolute crushing in the wilderness! Defeat these ignorant savages!"
"Let these Jurchen savages know that our Ming Dynasty is inviolable! The Han border is inviolable!"
At this moment, Lao Zhu also has the best candidate in his heart.
The two looked at each other and saw the answer in their own eyes.
I have a hundred thousand to conquer the world, who dares to call me a true hero?
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PS: Today’s 10,000-word update is here!
PS: I have to get up very early tomorrow to take my wife for her final prenatal check-up, so I can’t stay up late to write. Finally, I’m about to give birth!
PS [Heavy]: The big chapter will be updated tomorrow, maybe around 6 or 7pm if it’s quick.
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