It's just that I didn't expect Zhu Shun's strange skills to be so important in the eyes of Huang Taiji, even exceeding the annual coin of one million taels.

Chongzhen was suddenly stunned for a moment, and thought of one more thing, when the princes of King Gui and the princes of Tang went out to build a country, wouldn't there be another group of men to rob Zhu Shun with him in addition to the prince of Fu.

Now there is one more Huang Taiji.

No, we must find a way to keep Zhu Shun firmly in Daming.

It's hard to keep it, and he is not Zhu Shun's father, and Zhu Shun is not his father.

Father?

Chongzhen smiled suddenly, the frightened head of the Ministry of Rites almost didn't pee his pants, he had never seen the emperor smile.

Chongzhen's next words made the head of the Ministry of Rites pale with a pale face: "The prince is already six years old, it's time to go out of the cabinet to study, and Cheng'en plans to let the industrial uncle serve as a scholar of Zuo Chunfang." ”

"Oops!" The head of the Ministry of Rites suddenly wailed, holding his stomach and convulsing on the ground: "Your Majesty, Weichen ate something bad last night, suffered from dysentery, and the pain in his abdomen is unbearable, I hope the emperor will let Weichen go back......"

Where is the head of the Ministry of Rites suffering from dysentery, it is clear that he wants to report to the Donglin Party, Chongzhen is expressionless: "Yes." ”

Chongzhen looked at the hurried back of the head of the Ministry of Rites, and laughed in his heart, he hadn't seen Zhu Shun pit the Donglin Party for a long time, and hoped that Zhu Shun would not disappoint him this time.

Xingyuan opera troupe.

This famous theater of the Beijing division has recently been occupied by a large number of clansmen who suddenly appeared, and Chunshu Hutong has become a place where the children of the capital have chills down their spines, and if you want to listen to the play, you can only go to the new curtain alley and the old curtain alley.

According to the size of the Beijing opera troupe, there are two places to rest.

In order to attract guests, the doors are open, and there are some petty officials sitting in the door, dressed in pink makeup.

The large class is in Chunshu Hutong, which is much more magnificent than the small class, and when you walk into the alley, you can see that there are red paper stickers on the door, saying that so-and-so opera troupe.

The princes of the clan did not immediately go to the Zhuangzi of the industrial uncle, who knows if there is a hidden sword and axe hand, and they are all waiting for the arrival of several main backbones.

During this free time waiting for the backbone, I ran to the Xingyuan Opera Troupe one by one, which is said to be the theater of the third brother of the industrial uncle, and came to explore the wind.

The prince of Fuwang took advantage of the summer wind and rushed back to the capital from Nanyang in just over a month, and he was in a very bad mood.

It's not that something happened in Nanyang, as soon as his feet stepped on the land of Jingshi, the prince of Fuwang went to a Taoist temple in the capital non-stop to find a Mr. Yuan.

After all the good things were said, this Mr. Yuan just didn't want to go with him, but just sat on the futon with a ruthless face and meditated.

The prince of Fuwang is now at the beginning of the founding of the country, and there is a great demand for all kinds of civil and military generals, not to mention that this Mr. Yuan is still the most top-notch military minister in the Ming Dynasty.

is still a person from Liangguang, unlike other military ministers, who have to familiarize themselves with the customs of Nanyang before they can start to plan a reasonable plan.

Mr. Yuan himself is a person from Liangguang, and he is very familiar with the terroir of Nanyang countries, and it can be said that Han Xin, who was given by God to the prince of Fuwang, the key is that he was killed by Zhu Youzhen some time ago, and he will not be nostalgic for the Ming Dynasty.

Who would have thought that this Mr. Yuan was unwilling to go to Nanyang to help King Fu establish the Australian Empire.

What's worse is that all the princes of the clan are going to go overseas to build a country, although there will be a large number of brothers of the same clan in Nanyang in the future, after all, Nanyang is now the world of the Europa.

Except for the Dutch, none of the English, Spaniards, and Portuguese are good at stubble, but when they see the various advanced firearms of the Ming Arms Company, there will be another batch of clans vying for Zhu Shun.

When the princes of the clan saw that the prince of Fuwang was coming, they all stood up and saluted, except for two people.

The prince of Gui, the prince of Tang.

King Fu arched his hand, said hello to these brothers of the same clan, and walked straight to the position between King Gui and King Rui, and sat on it.

King Fu was reluctant to sit in the middle, not because he was not qualified, but he didn't want to be too close to King Gui and Tang Wang.

King Gui and Emperor Wuzong have a virtuous character, extremely murderous, self-proclaimed general Baiqi, and have gone to Liangguang to kill the Annan people over the years.

It's still a massacre, it's still a slaughter of a stockade, although those black and thin monkeys are not things, but no one wants to get along with this kind of murderous person.

Who knows if he drank too much one day, he would be drunk and crazy and slaughter the prince of Fuwang, after all, killing people is too common for him.

The other prince of Tang next to him, the prince of Fuwang is even more reluctant to get along with him, and the whole is a sinister villain.

There are many sons of the old Tang King, and the competition for the Tang King is also the most fierce, and Zhu Yulu's brothers fought to the death, but in the end he became the Tang King.

Although he is already hereditary Tang Wang, the prince of Fuwang still often calls him the prince of Tang and warns him who is the boss of the clan, and not to pose in front of his prince of Fuwang: "Zhuge Yuyu is here." ”

Zhu Yulu heard the nickname given to him by the prince of Fuwang, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he shook his feather fan lightly compared to Zhuge Liang and said, "Brother Songxian is not harmed." ”

Fuwang Shizi glanced at him obliquely, who is rare you, thinking of this person's insidious temperament, maybe it is really possible to snatch Zhu Shun, and he doesn't want to deal with him, so he only said: "When everyone arrives, they will go to the industrial Bo Zhuangzi with this Shizi." ”

When the clansmen inquired about the industrial uncle Zhuangzi, they had long heard that the industrial uncle's Zhuangzi was a great wonder in the capital, and they always wanted to go to see it, but they were forced to go before a few backbones arrived.

Under the leadership of King Fu, a group of princes of the clan went to the industrial city, and the gentlemen in the capital finally breathed a sigh of relief and finally sent this group of plague gods away.

Prince Fu went to the capital a few days ago and chose to go to the industrial city today because it was raining heavily today.

When the prince of Fuwang saw the industrial city for the first time a few days ago, he exclaimed again and again like a country turtle, how could he let these nobles go back to the countryside.

The rain was pouring down, and the rain was 'crackling' on the concrete road.

The moment the disciples of the sect came out of the satin sedan chair, they were all stunned, they had never seen such a clean and tidy Zhuangzi, and there was not even a trace of stagnant water.

"Grandpa Taizu, isn't this son in the palace going to the palace!"

"The Imperial Palace? It's not that I haven't been to the palace, where is there a spotless place, it should be the Heavenly Palace. ”

"Look, everyone, there is still the ground under your feet, not to mention that it is as hard as a stone wall, and it is still spread on the ground in a whole piece, this industrial Bomo is not a god."

The most noble princes of the Ming Dynasty, when they saw the industrial city in the heavy rain, they were really like a hillbilly who had never seen the world, looking left and right, and walking to squat on the ground and touch this and that.

The prince of Fu Wang looked at the group of hillbillies and showed a fatherly smile.

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