Unconsciously, a year has passed, and as soon as Zhu Cijiong got up that day, the voice of the system beauty suddenly sounded in his head: "Ding Dong, congratulations on playing the second survival mission, and the rewards will be distributed below, the preparation method of granular black powder." ”

Zhu Cijiong felt a little dizzy again, and there was another piece of knowledge in his mind.

Zhu Cijiong began to think that this granular black powder was just to add some water, stir it, and then dry it. The preparation method of granular black powder given by this system is not like this, he seems to have gone through countless experiments, and found that in the process of adding water, it is necessary to use a special container to pound it continuously, and the water must be added many times, and each time the water is added, it must be pounded.

As for why black powder is made into granules, the reasons will not be detailed here, in short, after black powder is made into granules, it is more convenient to transport and more explosive. For example, during transportation, powdered black powder will vibrate during transportation, and the three components will gradually separate as soon as it vibrates, and it will be stirred when used, and the effect is not as good as that of the freshly made. This problem does not exist when it is made into granules, and the optimal ratio is always maintained.

"Ding-dong, please note, new mission reminder.

Your third survival mission: survive this world for a year.

Reward: Easy flintlock pistol blueprint. ”

Zhu Cijiong almost jumped up with joy, and finally brought me a flintlock pistol, although it was simple, it was better than those burning sticks.

The system beauty is still so crisp, without a word of nonsense, and continued: "Friendly reminder: your first glory reward is coming, the difficulty of the glory task is very high, you may be in danger of your life, please be mentally prepared." The tip is over, and I wish you a happy game. “

Zhu Cijiong was directly stunned, what kind of glory reward? Can a five-year-old do something that changes the course of history? How can it be? He doesn't believe it himself!

Also, at the beginning, he thought that the survival task would be life-threatening, and after doing it for a long time, the survival mission was completely a benefit given by the system, and the glory mission was the real test.

What exactly is this glorious task, and how can it change the trajectory of historical development? The system doesn't give hints, and he really doesn't know.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't understand it, he simply didn't want to, or continue to urge his cheap father to do his business, he finished washing under the service of the palace maid, and went to the Qianqing Palace to ask for peace as a routine.

He came to the outside of the Qianqing Palace, but was told by the eunuch that his father, Wei Zhongxian, and Mrs. Fengsheng had gone to Xiyuan to play, saying that they were going to try his new wooden boat.

Zhu Cijiong was distraught by this glorious mission, and couldn't help but scold when he heard the words: "Okay, you don't take me to play in the water, I wish you to fall into the water." ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, the crow's mouth was hit, and within a few days, a brocade guard came to report: The emperor unfortunately fell into the water during the trial ship and had a very heavy wind chill!

Zhu Jiong despised this in his heart, you said that you are such a big person, you fell into the water and drank a few sips of cold water, and you became seriously ill! Blame me?

Besides, are you so vulnerable? In our time, even if a child fell into the water, he would be fine with an injection.

Soon, he was led by the queen and the concubine to visit the emperor.

Good guy, it's really serious, and the people who are burned can't wake up!

Zhu Cijiong is not too worried, he just has a fever, it shouldn't be a big deal, and he should be fine if he takes some medicine and lies down for a few days.

He also had this kind of high fever a few times in his previous life, usually with a few injections and a few more days of lying down.

However, he has been ignoring one problem, that is: there is no such thing as injections in this era!

A few days later, his biological mother, Concubine Ren, ran over crying, saying that the emperor was critically ill and asked him to go over and explain the future!

I'll go, just kidding, you can get a fever and get critically ill!

Zhu Cijiong hurried to the Qianqing Palace, and as soon as he entered the dormitory, he was frightened by the formation inside:

A bunch of ministers knelt in front of the dragon bed of Ming Xizong, Zhu Youzhen, the king of letters, and a majestic old Confucian knelt in the front, the queen sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes were swollen from crying, and Gonggong Wei and Mrs. Fengsheng were also standing next to wipe their tears.

Zhu Cijiong stepped forward and took a look, damn it, there is a mistake in the wood! His father was swollen, and he was struggling to explain the aftermath to everyone in front of the bed!

Although Zhu Jiong had never studied medicine, as soon as he saw his father's appearance, he knew that this was not only an infection of wind and cold, but also a bacterial infection!

He finally remembered that there was no penicillin and no antibiotics in this era, and I was afraid that it was really going to hang!

Ming Xizong saw that the crown prince Zhu Cijiong was coming, and beckoned with difficulty: "Come, Jiong'er, my father will explain something to you." ”

A bunch of ministers in front of the bed found out that the prince was coming, and hurriedly sang in unison: "Weichen see His Royal Highness the Prince." ”

Zhu Cijiong didn't dare to be too mature, just walked to his father on the sickbed in fear like a normal child. He wailed in his heart as he walked: "Is this to support orphans? No, I'm only over five years old, and ghosts won't listen to me, let alone those shrewd ministers! ”

When Zhu Cijiong walked to the bed, Ming Xizong grabbed his hand, then looked at the old Confucian who was kneeling in front of the bed, and said with difficulty: "Teacher, Jiong'er will be handed over to you." ”

The old Confucian suddenly burst into tears and said in a choked voice: "Your Majesty, you are still young, you will be fine." ”

Ming Xizong shook his head, and said to Zhu Youzhen, the king of letters: "Fifth brother, you must help me take care of Jiong'er." ”

Zhu Youzhen hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Brother obeys the order." ”

Ming Xizong picked up a scroll of holy decrees from his side with difficulty and handed it to Wei Zhongxian, who was standing aside.

Wei Zhongxian took the holy decree with both hands, opened it and looked at it, his face couldn't help but change, and he stood there without announcing the decree.

Ming Xizong stared at Wei Zhongxian with eyes that had lost their lustre, although it was not very stern, but with an irresistible momentum, how could the majesty of the emperor be blasphemed?

Wei Zhongxian glanced at Ming Xizong with complicated eyes, and read helplessly:

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor said:

The fifth brother of the emperor, Zhu Youzhen, the king of letters, is smart and dreamy, benevolent and filial piety, temporarily stays in Beijing, helps my son Cijiong Prime Minister to govern, until he is 16 years old, he returns to power, allocates 1,000 captains, 1,000 soldiers to listen to use, and the year Lu rice is 10,000 stones, and the money is 10,000 yuan. Emperor Sun Chengzong Zhong Qing Duanliang, Wen Cheng Wu, outstanding meritorious service, given Taifu, Zhongji Temple University Scholar, Cabinet Chief Auxiliary Military Department Shangshu, in charge of military and political affairs. Chin this. ”

Wei Zhongxian reluctantly finished reading the holy decree, closed his hands, and handed it forward, and Zhu Youzhen, the king of letters, took the holy decree with both hands, and shouted in unison with the rest of the ministers: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live." “

Ming Xizong took a breath, and with great difficulty, picked up a scroll of holy decrees from his side and handed it to the old Confucian student, that is, the emperor Sun Chengzong.

Sun Chengzong took the holy decree with trembling hands, opened it and saw that it was an edict passed on to the crown prince Zhu Cijiong, and he couldn't help but cry like rain.

Although he resigned and returned to his hometown because of Wei Zhongxian's slander, Ming Xizong was able to recruit him to return to Beijing when he was dying, and entrusted the prince to him, which was enough to make up for his previous grievances, after all, he was really reluctant to let Ming Xizong go!

After doing all this, Ming Xizong breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Empress Zhang Yan affectionately, and slowly held his hand.

Empress Zhang Yan threw herself directly into Ming Xizong's arms and cried: "Your Majesty, you will be fine, you will be fine......

Empress Zhang Yan's words seemed to have come true, Ming Xizong's face suddenly became ruddy, he stroked Empress Zhang Yan's hair and said, "Hehe, don't cry Yan'er, I feel much better now." ”

Zhu Cijiong chuckled in his heart, and said secretly: "It's over, return to the light!" ”

Ming Xizong didn't know that he was about to hang up, he also smiled and took the hands of the queen and Ren Guifei, and said to Zhu Cijiong: "Jiong'er, you must be good to the queen and Concubine Rong in the future." I have lost my mother since I was a child, you are much happier than me, and you have two mothers! ”

When Zhu Cijiong saw Ming Xizong's appearance, he couldn't help but shed tears, and said in his heart: "Alas, people are about to die, and their words are good, I will fulfill your last wish." ”

Thinking of this, he followed the example of Sun Chengzong and others, knelt on the ground, kowtowed respectfully, and replied seriously: "Erchen obeys the order." ”

When Ming Xizong saw this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Hahahaha, okay, Jiong'er is so smart and clever, he must be a good emperor in the future." ”

This laughter, where is it like a dying patient, Empress Zhang finally found out that something was wrong, she raised her head and looked at Ming Xizong affectionately, and Ming Xizong also happened to look at her.

The two looked at each other, and Ming Xizong couldn't help but smile happily, and then tilted his head......

At this time, it was August, the hottest time of the year, Zhu Cijiong felt as if he had fallen into the ice cellar in an instant, he finally knew what the glory of the system beauty was, it turned out that he, the short-lived prince in history, did not die, and had to succeed to the throne, but this Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youzhen became the auxiliary king of letters!

This did change history, but what would this fifth uncle Zhu Youzhen do to him? What's more serious is that he has no foundation now, but Wei Zhongxian is in power, how did he clean up Wei Zhongxian!

It's better to say the other way around, how Wei Zhongxian will clean him up is more realistic!