In the thirteenth year of Hongwu, the first month of the new year.

In the Ming Dynasty, which experienced the empty seal case and the Hu Weiyong case one after another, tens of thousands of human heads rolled into blood balls, the black gauze hat that the dog didn't want fell to the ground, and the hundreds of officials who were still alive trembled and carried the coffin to work, all praying that Lao Zhu would die violently one day, and go down early to fight the landlord with Chen and Zhang.

Forbidden City, Fengtian Temple.

The early dynasty has dispersed, and there are only the seated emperor Zhu Yuanzhang and the standing prince Zhu Biao in the hall.

"Biao'er, you said that someone predicted Hu Weiyong's rebellion?"

When Lao Zhu said this, his eyes already contained killing intent, and Lao Zhu, who had killed tens of thousands of people, was already a little superior.

"Back to my father, this is indeed the case."

"That person suddenly appeared in the East Palace a few days ago, claiming to be an immortal, predicting the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty, the future fate, and told the story of the Hu Dang case with Erchen, Erchen didn't believe it, but what happened in the past few days was completely consistent with what this person said."

"Even Hu Wei's confession and Tujie's death are exactly the same."

Zhu Biao, the crown prince of the dynasty and known as the first real successor in history by later generations, frowned.

A few years ago, Lao Zhu imprisoned Hu Weiyong, the prime minister of Zuo, and Chen Ning, the imperial historian, for the crime of "concealing the envoy of the city to the court", Zhu Biao initially thought that Lao Zhu just wanted to kill Hu Weiyong's arrogance, but as soon as he entered the first month, Cheng Tujie in the imperial history wrote a letter to accuse Hu Weiyong of plotting to rebel.

This Cheng Tujie in the imperial history is Hu Weiyong's henchman Yizi who was promoted into Zhongshu Province with one hand.

Lao Zhu had to write a book, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered Hu Weiyong to be killed alive and punished the nine clans.

And Tu Jie, the good eldest who denounced and was in charge of the trial, was slaughtered the day after Hu Weiyong was killed, and the matter was simple. ”

In fact, the answer to this question is not important, because the correct answer has already been prepared, and asking more questions is just a process.

However, just when everyone was about to get off work after asking, Lao Hu, who had not said a word from beginning to end, suddenly said hysterically: "Cheng Tujie in the imperial history is with me!" ”

As the chief judge, Tu Jie was stunned on the spot, thinking that there is no such thing in the script, how can you maliciously add drama to your dear father-in-law?!

Tu Jie, a good boy, was stunned, but the captain of the pro-army Governor's Mansion (the predecessor of Jinyiwei), who was in charge of recording from the side, did not dare to hide half a word, and immediately submitted Hu Weiyong's short cross confession to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Only the next day, Zhu Yuanzhang gave his approval.

Tu knots from the reverse, chop.

If Hu Weiyong's death is predicted, it can also be explained by logical reasoning, but Tu Jie's death and Hu Weiyong's confession cannot be explained by logic, after all, even Lao Zhu never thought of killing Tu Jie before Hu Weiyong shouted that confession, at least he never thought of killing him in such a hurry.

"For this immortal, what does the prince think should be done."

Lao Zhu looked at his baby and smashed it, since the founding of the country, Lao Zhu has been taking Zhu Biao with him to teach by word and deed, and in recent years, he has gradually delegated political affairs to Zhu Biao to deal with, and this kind of inquiry has long been a daily routine.

"Erchen thinks that if that person is just talking nonsense, it will be fine, but if he can really predict the future, for my Ming Dynasty, he should be dedicated to the national teacher."

Lao Zhu paused for a moment, looked at his eldest son, his expression was serious, and he had a teaching tone.

"Biao'er, you remember it for us."

"Sit firmly, rather make mistakes than miss them."

"If this person is talking nonsense, he should be killed with a cane in the downtown area, so as to deter the people who talk about the court in the world, if it is not nonsense, a person who can predict the future, if he is used by traitors with evil intentions, there will be endless troubles, and he should be eliminated from the future troubles."

According to Lao Zhu, it doesn't matter whether it's true or false, and the horizontal and vertical heads have to be cut off.

"Yes, Erchen wrote it down."

Although Ah Biao disagrees with his own father in his heart, he is not allowed to disobey as a minister or son.

As the words of father and son fell, Mao Erhu, the captain of the pro-army (at this time, Jinyiwei had not been replaced), escorted a person across the palace steps, with a face like a knife, handsome facial features, a slag beard, Haonan version of long hair, shorts and a floral shirt, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and stepping on a pair of black flip-flops.

Looking at this posture, he had no intention of meeting the emperor at all, coupled with this strange dress, Lao Zhu's brows suddenly furrowed, and the killing intent of the knife man in his eyes was full of intent.

He, Zhu Yuanzhang, will never allow Daming to have such a person with a cup.

In the face of the cloth cloth emperor and the eight emperors who started the world with a bowl, they did not look timid, but looked at them with interest, when he was looking at Zhu Yuanzhang, Lao Zhu was also looking at him.

"This face is not like a shoehorn, the ancients always deceived me."

The scumbag sighed, supported his forehead with his hand, and brushed back the loose hair.

His name is Ji Boying, an ordinary and handsome man in the 21st century, a fierce man who has been uninhibited and loves freedom all his life, just because he celebrated the first order of the new book and spent a lot of money with several princesses to play an elegant game called "Alpine Flowing Water" in KTV.

Just when he was in a good mood, he was suddenly thrown into the Ming Dynasty, and it was not a Ming Dynasty, but a space-time matrix composed of sixteen parallel Ming Mings.

The system raised by the son of a bitch told him that only by extending these sixteen parallel time and space Ming Kingdoms to more than five hundred years could he open the door to the void and return to the present world.

As for the cheat, there is only one.

That is, Ji Boying can travel freely in these sixteen parallel time and space, and there is a small buff whose body can not be afraid of the heat and cold of the four seasons, which is why Ji Boying can wear big pants on the day of the first month of winter.

Ji Boying raised his hand and pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and the mirror flickered with a light screen that only he could see.

"Space: Hongwu"

"Years of National Ancestry: 276"

"Remaining Kingdom Honor Refresh Times: 16"

"Note: After the national honor is refreshed, you can get 1 refresh times every ten years of extension, and you can get up to 10 times per time and space."

The number of times the national honor is refreshed, which is equivalent to giving a quick opportunity for trial and error, such as whether a change can extend the national ancestor, only need to be refreshed once, and the answer can be obtained.

As a history writer, I have read not ten but eight of the various Ming history novels, such as the most popular one recently, which teaches people how to slay dragons and govern the country.

And to prolong the life of the Ming Dynasty, the first thing to do is to gain the trust of those in power, because only when those in power believe in you, can your ideas become national policies and be implemented.

For ordinary Hongwu traversers, it is difficult to gain the trust of the black-bellied Lao Zhu, and if one is not careful, his head will fall to the ground.

After all, no matter what you say, no matter how you say it, Lao Zhu doesn't believe it in vain.

But for Ji Boying, it is not difficult to gain Lao Zhu's trust, because if Lao Zhu doesn't believe it, he can take him to see it directly.

"In the next Ji Boying, I saw Emperor Taizu Gao (Taizu is Zhu Yuanzhang's temple number, and Emperor Gao is his name)."

Ji Boying's words just came out.

Qiang~!

Mao Erhu's saber was half an inch out of the sheath at his waist, and his eyes were full of fierceness.

The temple number and the nickname are only available to the dead emperor, and Lao Zhu is still alive and well, cursing the emperor of the current dynasty to die, this sentence alone is enough to punish the nine clans.

"It's kind of interesting."

Lao Zhu didn't laugh angrily, the people in the world who dared to talk to him like this were almost extinct, and he looked at Ah Biao, because the name of the previous emperor and the temple number were determined by the next emperor.

The temple name of Taizu is exclusive to the founding emperors of previous dynasties, but the nicknames are different.

"Biao'er, in your heart, are you going to give us a nickname for Emperor Gao?"

Zhu Biao's face changed, and he thought to himself, where do I know now, this is not until your old man is dead, and besides, with your body, I may not be able to live with you.

"Your Majesty's nickname is not set by the prince."

Ji Boying said a word, and the smile on Lao Zhu's face stiffened, if his nickname is not set by A, it means that the next Emperor Daming is not his own baby!

Zhu Biao also frowned, there are only two possibilities for himself to be the emperor, one is to be deposed as the crown prince halfway, and the other is to die young.

Of course, the probability of being deposed is so low that it almost does not exist, that is, he died young.

At this time, a cold killing intent filled the entire Fengtian Temple.

Originally, Lao Zhu didn't believe in any bullshit, he just summoned him with an entertainment mentality, and he had to cut it after the summoning anyway.

But now, he has lost interest in teasing this 'immortal'.

After a short silence.

"Chop."

The word cold came out of Lao Zhu's mouth.

This habit of cutting people if they don't agree is very similar to Lao Zhu in history.

Mao Erhu next to Ji Boying had already sharpened his knife, and with Lao Zhu's order, he was about to start, while Ji Boying looked calm and spoke lightly.

"On the eleventh day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Hongwu, Ming Taizu dismissed the Chinese book, abolished the prime minister, divided six departments, and went straight to heaven."

As soon as these words came out, Lao Zhu's pupils shrank sharply.

On the eleventh day of the first month, there are no taboos, this is a good day for Lao Zhu to find the god stick Liu Rixin.

is the so-called new year and new atmosphere, and he is ready to secretly rub away a big vote, that is, to depose the prime minister system that has lasted for thousands of years.

It is a matter of the Ming Dynasty, in order to avoid any mistakes, he has never told the second person about this matter, even if it is his own sister and eldest son, he has never revealed a word.

How does this guy know?!