Zheng He quickly took Zheng Guangcheng down to rest.
Zhu Xuan glanced at Ji Wenjing and asked, "Did Mr. Ji see anything from Zheng Guangcheng?"
He knows that this magic stick likes to play with those magical things. It is not difficult for him to look at the face, but no one knows whether the face is accurate.
Perhaps except Ji Wenjing, no one can give a definite answer.
"His Highness has a good look, and His Highness saw it this way. I just took a special look at his face."
Ji Wenjing did not object. He raised his hands and said, "Congratulations to your highness, Zheng Guangcheng. He has a very blessed appearance. He will be a very popular minister in the future, but he will not be a very popular minister like Hu Weiyong, but a truly capable person." A minister who can govern the world for His Highness in practical matters."
"You bastard..."
When Zhu Xuan heard this, he was actually quite satisfied with his appearance.
Sometimes it is better to believe that something exists than to believe something does not exist.
"But whether he can become that kind of person still depends on your ability!"
Zhu Xuan said: "If Mr. Ji can't teach Zheng Guangcheng well, believe it or not, I won't even give you a Taoist temple, and you will continue to be a beggar."
Ji Wenjing knew this was a joke, so he laughed and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, if I don't teach you how to take advantage of me, I will jump off the tower of Yingtian without you having to say anything."
"It's not necessary to be so serious."
Zhu Xuan said and added: "Okay, you go down and get to know each other with Zheng Guangcheng. We will return to Beijing the day after tomorrow."
If he didn't go back, he was worried that Uncle Twenty-one would be drained dry and his body completely empty.
"good!"
Ji Wenjing also went down.
"A highly respected minister?"
Zhu Xuan shook his head slightly, the words of the magic stick could not be taken seriously.
After handling the official business, making various arrangements, and placing the Jin Yiwei in various places, Zhu Xuan was 70% or 80% relieved. As for the remaining 20% to 30%, it depends on God's will.
As long as it can be controlled and not corrupted, it's actually fine.
Even Wu Yongfeng and Cen Jing, he did not completely trust. After all, sitting in high positions and coming into contact with countless properties every day, few people could resist such temptation.
But without them, I can't always stay here and do everything myself.
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Time passed quickly and it was time to go back.
Zhu Xuan took everyone on board the ship, left the port, went to sea along the Pearl River, and headed north to respond to the sky.
Lao Zhu’s birthday is on October 21st.
When Zhu Xuan returned, it was early October.
The weather at this time is getting colder and colder. The northwest wind is blowing, and the coldness is more obvious. It is really going to gradually enter the Little Ice Age. Zhu Xuan murmured in his heart. Next, he needs to prepare for the cold. In case of a cold disaster, Many people may die, which means that the people are truly in dire straits.
The people are not short of food and will not starve to death, but they are likely to die of cold.
"Troubled times."
"The Little Ice Age was really troublesome."
Zhu Xuan muttered in his heart, and then asked Ji Wenjing next to him, "Mr. Ji, do you think the weather is getting colder?"
Ji Wenjing nodded and said, "It's mid-October now, so it's normal for the weather to be cold."
"How does it compare to the same period last year?"
"Compared to the same period last year, it seems to be a little colder."
"That's right."
Zhu Xuan asked: "Mr. Ji, can you figure out the problem of weather changes?"
Ji Wenjing calculated for a while, but couldn't come up with any results. It seemed that nothing could be calculated.
Zhu Xuan couldn't help but laugh and said: "I just said Mr. Ji is a magic stick."
"No."
Ji Wenjing felt that he was about to be slapped in the face, so he had to explain: "The weather is God's will. We as Taoists depend on God for food, so how can we deduce God?"
This reason may be effective in fooling others.
But Zhu Xuan cannot be fooled.
"Mr. Ji can't calculate it accurately, so let me do it!"
Zhu Xuan said: "The next Ming Dynasty will be colder year by year. At the coldest time, winter can freeze people to death. I don't know how many people will be affected in the future."
Ji Wenjing asked curiously: "How did Your Highness deduce it?"
"Do you still need to deduce?"
Zhu Xuan explained: "According to historical records, severe cold weather occurred at the end of the Shang Dynasty and the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty, the end of the Han Dynasty, the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the end of the Tang and early Song Dynasties."
Of course Ji Wenjing had read various historical books of the past dynasties and recalled them carefully. He was surprised to find that what Zhu Xuan said was correct. It seemed to be the case.
There is another very important point.
That is, these periods of severe cold weather are all periods of dynasty change. Simply put, it means the demise of the old dynasty and the emergence of the new dynasty. If according to Zhu Xuan, the Ming Dynasty is getting colder year by year, wouldn’t it also be about to happen? Heading into this frigid weather?
So Ming Dynasty...
He didn't dare to think about the following content, and it was not something he could think about.
Even in mid-October, Ji Wenjing was still covered in sweat when he thought about this, and when he was gently blown by the cool breeze, he felt so cold that he was about to shiver.
"Mr. Ji, can you think of something?"
Zhu Xuan understood at a glance what Ji Wenjing was thinking now, and said with a smile: "It depends on people, Mr. Ji, there is no need to worry, we have a way, I will try my best to change everything for Ming Dynasty, Mr. Ji thinks I can Can it be done?"
"Your Highness, it must be possible!"
Ji Wenjing affirmed.
Suddenly, he felt a little excited.
Changing everything for His Highness, such a great achievement, and a great merit, this is the best.
They can't change the weather, but the people who are cold can, and that's exactly what they change.
"Your Highness."
Cen Hua ran out and said, "Sister Miaojin made tea and asked His Highness to go back and enjoy it."
Zhu Xuan listened, pinched Cen Hua's little face lovingly, and said with a smile: "Let's go back and have tea together."
Ji Wenjing did not dare to enter the cabin to taste the tea brewed by Xu Miaojin, but went back to find his young apprentice.
The ship continued sailing, faster and faster.
It didn't take long before I returned to Yingtian.
In the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, in areas further north than Guangzhou, the weather seems colder, but it hasn't snowed yet, but there is a feeling that it is about to snow.
The cold in the north is a physical attack, so just wear more clothes and you'll be fine.
The cold in the south is a magical attack that requires magic resistance, but in the Ming Dynasty, there is nothing to resist this kind of magical attack. It is so cold that one doubts life.
After Zhu Xuan came back, he still sent his two young daughters-in-law to the Xu family first, but this time there was an extra step, which was to send Cen Hua to their Cen family's shop, and then he entered the palace to meet with the emperor's grandfather. .
Zhu Mo did not enter the palace.
It is also very clear that the father only wants to see his favorite little grandson now. He does not necessarily want to see himself, so he will not disturb him. He simply goes back to the palace to rest well and replenish what he has lost on the Yangma.
Zhu Xuan entered the palace and met Lao Zhu soon.
Since he had not left for a long time this time, Lao Zhu was not particularly excited when he saw Zhu Xuan again, but he was still happy. According to the previous operations, he continued to ask Xu Xingzu to prepare good food and drink and entertain Zhu Xuan well. dazzle.
My dear grandson is back, which is better than anything else.
