'What the hell?! ’

Zhu Di looked at the black cloud with a thunder snake swimming, and his heart chuckled.

He subconsciously looked towards the top of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, and when he saw the figure by the window, he hurriedly shouted.

"Quick, ship far offshore!"

"Immortal Master, this is about to cast a spell! ’

At this time, at the door of the drunken immortal building, there was a lot of noise.

Li Shanchang's more than a dozen doormen are rushing in, and dogs are like this, they have to be active in front of their owners.

The little guys in the drunken immortal building are desperately blocking it, and the spectators outside are watching one by one, all of them are secretly betting on who can win this legendary new immortal and the first Wengong of the founding of the country.

As for the authenticity of the immortal of Drunken Immortal Tower, not many people believe it.

Since ancient times, the emperor has raised a few immortals to seek immortality, this kind of thing has existed in all dynasties and generations, and even the first emperor was given dozens of boats of treasures by Xu Fu.

These spectators think so, and so does Li Shanchang.

The reason why he chose to come to see him in person tonight was to tie up the relationship, but it didn't mean that he felt that he was weaker than this immortal master.

In Li Shanchang's view, his position in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart is still leveraged.

Since it's not the same boat, I'll let you capsize first.' ’

Li Shanchang, who has long been accustomed to power struggles in the court, knows a truth very well, as long as he is not his own henchmen, then all of them are enemies!

Just when the pushing is intense.

Bang~!

A thunderbolt descended.

The big butler in Li Shanchang's mansion was two feet in front of Li Shanchang's body, and he turned into a small Jiao man in an instant.

With a 'snap', he fell to the ground, convulsing all over.

All around, deathly silence.

The day is clear, and the night is full moon, even the commoner Bai Ding knows that there will never be thunder in this weather.

Unless hell you see.

Lian Xiang still had a gentle smile on her face, quietly looked at Li Shanchang, and once again bowed her body.

"Han Gong, my master said, let you go."

Lao Li's hands were trembling, but when he looked at the big housekeeper who was already scorched and still smoking, no matter how angry he was, he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

He wasn't sure if it was an accident or not, so he stubbornly spoke.

"Hmph, the demon is a trick."

"Tomorrow, I will write to Your Majesty and teach you this demonic ambush!"

After that, Lao Li walked away quickly with his bald head, and the doorman behind him followed closely with Xiao Jiaoren.

The other spectators also dispersed, and they all made up their minds that they would never pass in front of the Drunken Immortal Building in the future.

This place is a thunderbolt.

On the Qinhuai River cruise, Xiao Zhu Si and Li Jinglong were dumbfounded.

"Si'er, that thunder just now was summoned by the immortal master?"

"Or else?"

Xiao Zhu Si took a deep breath and then smiled.

"Li Shanchang still wants to impeach the immortal master in a book, I'm really impatient, it seems that there will be a drama tomorrow morning."

Drunken fairy building, pavilion top private room.

Ji Boying stood by the window, calmly watching everything that was happening downstairs.

On the light screen in front of him, there were more than a dozen illusory little figures, all of whom were people who had malicious intentions towards him in Baizhang, including Li Shanchang.

As long as Ji Boying has a thought, he can give these guys a free explosive head.

The wind, mixed with water vapor, came in a hustle and bustle.

Ji Boying's thoughts fluttered in the wind, and the entire Ming timeline.

He divided the Ming Emperor into three periods, the first period of the emperor all entered the training class, in these periods of imperial power, many institutional reforms and national level strategic changes can play a role in prolonging the national ancestor.

But the further you go, the harder it becomes.

Even, even the recent "Orthodox-Jingtai" is a headache for Ji Boying.

He was struggling with one thing, how to deal with the time and space of "Orthodoxy-Jingtai" in the end, and this matter was the inevitable choice to be made after taking Lao Zhu and the others tomorrow.

abolished Zhu Qizhen and made Zhu Qiyu the emperor?

If Zhu Qizhen is deposed in an orthodox way and Zhu Qiyu is appointed as the emperor, then the change of seizing the door will not happen, and it is likely that the future monarchs of this time and space will change completely, Zhu Jianji may die, but Zhu Qiyu may also have other sons born.

For example, the posthumous son born to Li Xi'er recorded in the wild history.

But for the sake of safety, Ji Boying is actually more inclined to inherit the throne by Zhu Qizhen's eldest son Zhu Jianshen.

After all, this brother who loves wet nurses, in addition to the mentally retarded behavior in the late period of his administration, can definitely give an excellent score in the early and middle periods.

For Yu Qian's rehabilitation.

The issue of resettlement of displaced people during the Tianshun period.

Quelled the two large Tengxia uprisings that had been raging for more than ten years.

Chenghua ploughed the court, smashed its nest, eliminated its species, and almost wiped out the Jurchen tribe, giving great deterrence to the northern nomads, and somewhat saving a little face of the civil fort.

Whether internally or externally, Zhu Jianshen can be said to be worthy of his ancestors.

If Zhu Jianshen does not succeed to the next Ming Emperor, the ghost knows whether the prince reborn by Zhu Qiyu is the second Baozong, after all, judging from Zhu Qiyu's body, the second Zhu Zhanji, who is alive, will not live long.

Ji Boying's brows were furrowed, and the cigarettes between his fingers burned out one by one, but he didn't get his own answer.

"Forget it, find someone to ask."

Faced with the question of who will be the king after choosing Zhu Qizhen, there is a person who once thought about the same question.

That is, Yu Qian.

…………………………

Tianshun time and space, Jinyi Wei edict prison.

The smell of rancid smell permeated every inch of the air, and the smell of plague filled the prison.

Tonight's edict, because of the arrival of one person, all the brocade guards are gloomy, even if they are executioners, even if they do not know how many evil things with their conscience.

But the only bit of conscience left in my heart is to know a truth.

A man who saves the edifice from collapse, a man who saves the country from the tumble, should not be treated as such.

"My lord, this is the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone you want."

The guard respectfully put down his belongings, then saluted and left the prison.

A thin middle-aged man, with a goatee and prison uniform, sat calmly in front of the prison case, holding a dim candle lamp.

After a moment of silence, he picked up his pen and wrote four lines on the white paper.

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle.

Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world

This poem was written when he was twelve years old.

The moment the pen settled, a voice sounded softly in this dim and quiet prison.

"Yu Shaobao, do you regret it?"