"I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, who are you?"
Hearing Zhu Yijun's childish voice, all the emperors present raised their brows.
Zhu Yuanzhang was not angry because of the child's serious appearance. Instead, he laughed loudly, stepped forward, picked up Zhu Yijun, and said with a smile: "Are you, this little kid, the Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun?"
"It's me."
Zhu Yijun was very serious, as serious as a little adult. He kept the rules taught to him by Zhang Juzheng firmly in his heart. At the same time, he looked around curiously: "Who are you? Why are you wearing my Ming Dynasty's dragon robe? Could it be my Ming Dynasty's dragon robe?" Past emperors? If they are past emperors, why don’t you see my father?"
Hearing what Zhu Yijun said, Zhu Yuanzhang laughed loudly, and then said: "Jiajing, aren't you the grandfather of this little baby? Chongzhen, isn't this little baby also a grandpa? Come and take care of him."
Hearing this, Zhu Houcong smiled frankly, while Zhu Youjian looked embarrassed.
There is no psychological burden in calling Zhu Houcong Grandpa Gao. After all, Zhu Houcong is also an adult, and he looks like a fairy. Although he is young, he always has the feeling of being an expert in the world.
But Zhu Yijun, this is still a child.
Although he is indeed his grandfather, but...
Zhu Youjian looked a little embarrassed.
When Zhu Yijun heard this, his eyes widened even more, and he looked at Zhu Youjian with great interest, and even exclaimed: "Are you my grandson?"
It can be seen that Zhu Yijun is a little happy.
And soon, Zhu Houcong's voice was heard: "Yijun, what year is it over there?"
Zhu Houcong's voice was somewhat kind.
Although, looking at it now, this Zhu Yijun does have nothing to do with him, but so what? With the legal system here, of course he can regard Zhu Yijun as his grandson with peace of mind.
Of course, in this dynasty, this Zhu Yijun may not be born, but it does not prevent Zhu Houcong from being a grandfather in the group.
Hearing Zhu Houcong's words, Zhu Yijun looked at Zhu Houcong, and his eyes widened immediately. The figure in his memory overlapped with the figure in front of him, but they were very different. For a moment, Zhu Yijun's small eyes widened. He was confused, and then said: "I have just been in the imperial palace for two years... Dare I ask if it is the emperor who is doing it in person?"
"My grandson, Zhu Yijun, pays homage to Grandpa Huang."
After seeing that it was Grandpa Huang, Zhu Yijun did not hesitate and bowed directly to Zhu Houcong with admiration, and then said with admiration: "Grandpa Huang, grandson is here in the second year of Wanli. Please come and save grandson." !”
"what happened?"
Zhu Houcong was very surprised when he heard this.
In the second year of Wanli, except for the Jurchen leader in Liaodong who invaded Xinjiang and natural disasters in the northwest and southeast, nothing major happened.
Why did Zhu Yijun ask for help?
After hearing Zhu Yijun's words, all the emperors' eyes lit up. Zhu Di's originally weak look instantly became amiable. He smiled and said: "Yijun, come, let me tell you Grandpa Taizong, what happened? Directly. Just ask for help, the ancestors will not let you be bullied."
Yes.
Initiating assistance now means that there is a group mission.
Having group tasks means having group points.
Therefore, when Zhu Yijun said that he had something to ask for help, the emperors immediately smiled.
After hearing Zhu Di's words, Zhu Yijun looked at Zhu Di innocently: "Emperor Taizong? There is no Emperor Taizong in our Ming Dynasty. It has always been Emperor Taizu, Emperor Chengzu, Emperor Renzong..."
Zhu Yijun also opened his hands and counted them.
After hearing the name 'Emperor Chengzu', Zhu Di's face suddenly darkened and his fists even became hard, but he still endured it.
On the one hand, Zhu Houcong is very powerful and knows magic.
On the other hand, he is still the group leader and has authority.
"Then tell Grandpa Taizu, what happened?" Zhu Yuanzhang said with a slight smile.
The more he looks at this descendant now, the more he likes it.
When Zhu Yuanzhang heard what Zhu Yuanzhang said, he immediately paid his respects: "The descendants of the future generation, Zhu Yijun, pays homage to Grandpa Taizu, and also pays homage to your majesties!"
Although he didn't know their identities, they should all be his ancestors, so Zhu Yijun simply worshiped them together.
Of course, after paying homage, Zhu Yijun raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhu Youjian, pretended to be an adult, and said to Zhu Youjian: "My dear grandson, when will you come to pay me homage?"
Zhu Youjian:......
Although he was reluctant in his heart, Zhu Youjian still stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Zhu Yijun: "Meet the Emperor."
"Okay, okay, you are indeed my great grandson."
Zhu Yijun blinked, then waved his hand and said coolly: "I want to give you the paintings I wrote a few days ago!"
Yes.
A few days ago, Zhang Juzheng punished him to copy the "Emperor Ming Ancestor Instructions" several times, and he just took it out to reward the emperor's grandson!
Zhu Youjian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Zhu Houcong coughed lightly and said, "Tell me, what's going on over there?"
Zhu Houcong took Zhu Yijun's words to heart.
After all, according to historical records, it is impossible for any major event to occur in the second year of Wanli that requires help. So if that is the case, what does Zhu Yijun mean by that sentence?
After hearing Zhu Houcong's words, Zhu Yijun didn't hesitate at all, and immediately said crisply: "Grandpa Huang, that Mr. Zhang is so abominable! He drags me to class every day and asks me to learn some strategies for governing the country. If I don't learn, , and he’s beating me up! I’m the emperor of heaven, how can I be controlled like this?”
Zhu Yijun's voice sounded a little aggrieved, and he looked very pitiful.
When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he immediately snorted: "This Zhang Juzheng is too unworthy of a courtier!"
"Dad, this Zhang Juzheng is an extremely famous minister." Zhu Di, who had read the history books, said from the side, "On the contrary, this boy Zhu Yijun..."
Having said this, Zhu Di stopped talking.
When Zhu Houcong saw this situation, he felt relieved.
He thought something unexpected happened in the Wanli Dynasty. It would be better if there was no sudden change.
Immediately afterwards, Zhu Houcong scolded Zhu Yijun: "Yijun! Academician Zhang did this for your own good. It's time to change your playful temperament!"
Zhu Yijun is different from himself.
Fights between emperors and ministers have existed since ancient times.
The first ten years of the Wanli Dynasty were basically the time when ministerial power suppressed imperial power.
However, this is not bad.
Because how old was Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun? If he were in charge...it's hard to imagine what would happen. After all, not all emperors were named Zhu Houcong, and not all emperors could accomplish so many things at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
Moreover, Zhang Juzheng is also a capable minister and official of the country. He is a sharp sword. He is naturally loyal and responsible to the world, the people, and the Ming Dynasty. It is naturally an excellent choice for him to teach Zhu Yijun.
"Grandpa Huang, I don't need Mr. Zhang to teach me. I already have the potential to become a wise and sage king!"
Hearing Zhu Houcong's words, Zhu Yijun was a little unconvinced. Perhaps because this was an opportunity to get rid of Zhang Juzheng's teachings, he boldly said: "I have decided! I want to learn from you, Grandpa Huang!"
Zhu Qiyu on the side became interested and couldn't help asking: "How to learn?"
"Of course I won't go to court!"
Zhu Yijun said proudly: "How boring is it to go to court? From now on, I will stay in the harem every day, eat, drink and have fun every day! Then I will secretly control the power of the country and firmly hold the power in my hands, so that no one can restrain me!"
Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's fists became a little stiff, but he still took a deep breath, and then said: "How do you hold power in your hands?"
"I have already thought about it! Let these ministers form their own cliques for their own benefit, and they will start fighting among themselves." Zhu Yijun said with a smile.
Just like what Zhu Yijun said.
In the middle and late Wanli period, there were many factions among the bureaucracy in the officialdom, and the sectarian disputes became increasingly fierce, and they competed with each other. The Donglin Party, the Xuan Party, the Kun Party, the Qi Party, and the Zhejiang Party have many names.
These party governments lasted until the end of the Ming Dynasty before they were completely destroyed.
"Okay, okay."
Zhu Yuanzhang was a little angry and speechless.
Zhu Houcong on the side had silently picked up a bamboo stick and walked towards Zhu Yijun kindly.
Zhu Yijun seemed to have a sense of murderous intent. When he saw Zhu Houcong's figure, he couldn't help but trembled and asked: "Grandpa Huang, what do you want to do?"
"Of course I have to talk to my grandson."
After saying that, he did not hesitate and shouted loudly: "Chongzhen, take down my grandson for me!"
"Yes, Grandpa Gao!"
Zhu Youjian stepped forward instantly and hugged Zhu Yijun who was about to run away.
Zhu Yijun was so frightened that he shouted: "I am your grandpa and grandson, please let me go!"
"Grandpa Huang, it is your Grandpa Huang who gave the order."
Although Zhu Youjian's expression looked like he couldn't bear it, he was already happy in his heart.
So Zhu Houcong did not hesitate, picked up the bamboo sticks and gave Zhu Yijun a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots!
"ah!"
With each blow, Zhu Yijun wailed, and the little pearl burst out of his eyes, whimpering.
There is no other main reason why Zhu Houcong used bamboo sticks to teach Zhu Yijun.
But because after Zhang Juzheng's death, Zhang Juzheng was liquidated.
As a result, wouldn't the officials of the Ming Dynasty feel chilled by this?
It was also because he also levied additional mining tax money to replenish his private treasury, which made the people in the southeast miserable.
In the first ten years of Wanli, the treasury was abundant; but in his later years, the treasury was completely empty.
Of course, there is another reason.
That is, Zhu Houcong finally got his biological father in, and this little guy actually carried his biological father out again!
Although such a day will come sooner or later, after all, he is not an immortal ancestor, but it doesn't matter, he happened to bump into Zhu Yijun, and Zhu Houcong caught him and gave him a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots.
The other emperors still watched the scene of a grandfather beating his grandson as if they were watching a play, which was quite a relief.
At the same time, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes seemed to be looking towards Zhu Di, and Zhu Di's eyes were also looking towards Zhu Yunzhang. As for Zhu Yunwen, he could only look at Zhu Yuanzhang with help. go.
It can only be said that the relationship between the first generation, second generation and third generation of Ming Dynasty is too complicated.
After about a dozen blows, Zhu Houcong threw the bamboo strip aside and shouted: "Get up!"
After the little emperor Zhu Yijun, who was still crying, felt the love from his grandfather, he immediately heard the words of his grandfather. He stood up immediately, wiped away his tears, and bowed to Zhu Houhuang: "Grandpa Huang taught me today, please remember it, grandson." .”
Woohoo.
While talking, Zhu Yijun cried a few times.
He seems like a good boy.
At this moment, Zhu Yijun felt extremely regretful in his heart.
Compared with Grandpa Huang, Mr. Zhang is simply a compassionate teacher!
The beating with Mr. Zhang's ruler was neither painful nor itchy. Just let me study every day, and it seems to be pretty good.
And Grandpa Huang always smokes bamboo sticks, it’s so scary!
No wonder Mr. Zhang is afraid of Grandpa Huang. Who wouldn’t be afraid of Grandpa Huang?
Zhu Yijun couldn't help but shrink his neck again and did not dare to speak.
Seeing Zhu Yijun's appearance, Zhu Yuanzhang's anger on the side also disappeared, and then said: "That's all, although this child will do such stupid things in the future, he still has a chance to redeem himself. We are here to teach him. You may not be able to become a wise monarch.”
Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang had already spoken, Zhu Houcong didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Zhu Yijun and said, "Don't forget what happened today. Don't be a weak or mediocre king after you take charge of the government!"
"Grandson, remember this."
Zhu Yijun said timidly.
The story ended here, and immediately afterwards, Zhu Youjian was the first to speak: "Ancestors, this time, Youjian has something to ask you, so he said it first."
"There is a shortage of food and grass here in Youjian. Although those corrupt officials have a lot of money at home, they don't have much food. They can barely supply it to the army. As for the people's disaster relief, only money is left... Therefore, I am brave enough to ask you all The ancestors bought food.”
Hearing Zhu Youjian's voice, the emperors nodded, and then met Zhu Qiyu and said: "This matter is simple. I still have some inventory over there. I can hand over relief to you. Let's talk about the price..."
In fact, the richest person in the group should now be Taiping Emperor Zhu Biao, who can only sit in on the audience.
Because what he inherited was a dynasty that was truly peaceful for a long time. Although the Tumubao Incident happened, the position change did not cause much loss at all, but a great victory.
It's just that because of the temporary members, I can't come in to trade, but it doesn't matter.
After all, in the matter of grain and grass, everyone except Zhu Youjian has more or less surplus, and they can just buy and sell a little between each other.
In fact, the Chongzhen Dynasty was not short of food and grass, it just lacked a purchasing channel.
Good news also came from Zhu Di's side. His arsenal has begun producing firecrackers.
But just after Zhu Di announced the news, Zhu Yuanzhang came over with a smile, said, "Fourth brother, I congratulate you on getting rich," and then walked away with Zhu Di without knowing what he said.
Zhu Houcong had nothing to trade, but he saw Zhu Yunwen coming over and said mysteriously to Zhu Houcong: "Emperor Jiajing, do you think I have the qualifications to cultivate immortality? I am also wearing a Taoist robe. Compared with the emperor, I feel now It’s much more chic to be a Taoist priest!”
"Okay, I'll test it for you next time." Zhu Houcong said.
After all, in this space, it is the soul.
We can only see the strength of Zhu Yunwen's soul, but not his spiritual qualifications.
Zhu Yunwen continued: "Emperor Jiajing, when I was practicing Qi and Blood here, I encountered several problems..."
Zhu Houcong also had nothing to do, so he chatted with Zhu Yunwen word by word.
Zhu Yijun was very well-behaved on the side, wiping away his tears and not daring to speak. He just listened quietly, and then suddenly interrupted: "Grandpa Huang, do you need anything over there? Do you want silver, do you want food? Iron, carbon, Do you want firearms? If necessary, I will go back and talk to Mr. Zhang to see if we can share some and send them to you."
Although he is not very old, he grew up with an able minister like Zhang Juzheng, so he still has a good understanding of some basics.
Zhu Houcong was a little surprised when he heard Zhu Yijun's words.
Does this grandson have any masochistic tendencies? Why was he so happy after he beat him up? He was still rushing to give him something.
Just when Zhu Houcong was about to praise his grandson for his understanding, he heard Zhu Yijun continue: "My grandson just asks Grandpa Huang if he can go see Mr. Zhang. There is no need to say anything else, just chat with Mr. Zhang. "
Zhu Yijun is only twelve years old, but he is still an emperor after all. Under the guidance of ministers, his level is far higher than that of his peers.
Hearing what Zhu Yijun said, Zhu Houhuang shook his head, and then said: "Your Majesty, it's useless. Only when the number of people in the group reaches fifteen can we provide unlimited assistance. Now the number of people in the group is only more than half, and I can't help you." How to get there?"
Hearing what Zhu Houcong said, Zhu Yijun secretly felt sad, but Zhu Yunwen interrupted at the side and said: "Let's try and see if we can launch assistance. Anyway, we won't lose anything."
After hearing Zhu Yunwen's words, Zhu Yijun immediately tried it, and a pop-up window soon appeared.
[We are currently investigating whether group members meet the conditions for assistance...]
[The survey is over, group member Daming Shenzong Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun, you are not currently in the final stage of life and do not meet the conditions for assistance. 】
[You can pay 1 group point to apply for spiritual assistance from any group member in the chat group. 】
The young Zhu Yijun didn't understand what it meant, but after he saw the word 'Spiritual Assistance', he chose it without hesitation: "I want help, and I want to ask Grandpa Huang for help!"
Soon, Zhu Houcong received a request for assistance from Zhu Yijun.
Seeing the words 'spiritual assistance', Zhu Houcong smiled slightly and decisively accepted the assistance.
Because there is actually a reward for this assistance.
Although only one hundred thousand taels of silver, one hundred thousand stones of grain and a beautifully made telescope were rewarded, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are. Besides, I don’t have to do anything for this aid, I just need spiritual support, so why bother? Not for?
But just when Zhu Houcong was facing life with a smile, there was a sudden echo in the sky and a loud sound!
[The ranking of group members is enabled. The ranking can be displayed once every three group meetings. Comprehensive national strength will be used as the criterion. The three group members with the strongest comprehensive national strength among the group members will be selected to receive rewards. 】
[Except for the group members who are on the list for the first time, the remaining group members will be judged whether they are on the list for the second time based on the rate of increase in national power during the three group meetings. 】
[Zhu Biao, Emperor Xingzong and Taiping of the Ming Dynasty, is a temporary member and will not participate in this selection. 】
Soon, a golden tablet appeared next to the pavilion.
There are only three lines on it.
They are:
——Zhu Houcong, Emperor Shizong of the Ming Dynasty and Jiajing Emperor.
——Zhu Yuanzhang, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty and Hongwu Emperor.
——Zhu Di, Yongle Emperor, the founder of the Ming Dynasty.
The emperors are not stupid people, so they naturally understand the meaning of this golden tablet.
Everyone understands these three very well.
After all, these three are all members of the first generation. They have acquired a lot of technology that does not belong to this era, and their national power has been rising rapidly.
The only one who can compete with them is a temporary member, and Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun came late. If he came one or two earlier to get some rewards, he should be able to compete.
As for Zhu Qiyu and Zhu Youjian, the hope is naturally slim.
And Zhu Yunwen... Just kidding, it's already a miracle that he was included in the group. He doesn't even have a throne, so he needs a bicycle.
However, seeing this scene, Zhu Di raised his eyebrows.
"Who changed my group name? Am I not Emperor Taizong Wen of the Ming Dynasty? How come I became Emperor Cheng Zuwen?!"
Although the temple name was changed by that boy from Jiajing.
But the group name has always been Taizong!
But now why is Taizong, who is also famous in the group, missing? ! Is there any justice?
Sorry, I wasted some time due to some trivial matters, but I still finished it in the evening.
(End of chapter)
