The Qinhuai River is reflected, and the dawn stars are scarce.

The hard-working and poor have long gone out to work, while the people who have ninety percent of the wealth are sleeping at home with their beautiful concubines in their arms.

Drunken Immortal Building, the main hall.

Ji Boying and Yu Qian sat opposite each other.

There are two cups of coffee on the table, rising light smoke, and next to the coffee, each a red triangle cake.

"This thing is called red velvet, Yu Shaobao can taste it."

Ji Boying a spoonful of cake and a sip of coffee.

Yu Qian just looked at it, did not eat or drink, but took a deep breath.

"Immortal Chief's question last night, Yu Qian has already thought about it."

Ji Boying didn't speak, waiting for Yu Qian to continue.

"If the battle of Fort Tumu is not a great defeat, but a great victory."

"I will choose Zhu Zhandong, the king of Xiang."

Yu Qian, who made this choice, has obviously obtained the mystery of the mind, broken through the shackles of the world, and everything is dominated by the desire of the heart.

Ji Boying took a sip of coffee.

'Xiangwang Zhu Zhandong. ’

Xiangwang Zhu Zhandong, later generations called him the strongest imperial uncle of the Ming Dynasty.

and Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji is the brother of the same mother, both born to the Empress Dowager Zhang, known as the name of the virtuous king, twice in his life, three times infinitely close to the supreme imperial power.

This kind of person who is most likely to be killed by the new monarch actually went through seven dynasties and six emperors safely, and lived to die at the age of seventy-two.

Shi Zai: solemn and vigilant, quite famous.

For the Ming vassal kings who did not hold real power, this praise was already extremely high.

Although because the vassal kings of the Ming Dynasty were not allowed to govern, Zhu Zhandong, the king of Xiang, did not leave any commendable achievements in the history books, but this kind of person, if you want to say that he does not have a few brushes, he does not believe in ghosts.

"yes, I see."

Zhu Zhanji has one of the biggest advantages, that is, he can live a long time, and he will not be inferior to Zhu Zhanji no matter how he looks at it.

If the civil fort is victorious, the national fortunes of the Ming Dynasty continue to prosper, and then succeeded by Zhu Zhandong, the Ming Dynasty can be stable for at least 40 years, and the overall national strength may be able to reach a higher level.

But for Ji Boying, once Zhu Zhan takes over the Ming Dynasty of the orthodox time and space, the order of the imperial inheritance of the orthodox time and space will change in an instant, and it is impossible to say in the future, which is Ji Boying's biggest tangle.

However, there is an old saying.

If it is not broken, it will not stand.

As soon as Ji Boying's words fell, footsteps came from outside the door.

I saw Xiao Zhu Siyi wearing brocade clothes, heroic and cool, stepping quickly across the threshold and entering the main hall.

It's hard to say in other aspects, Xiao Zhu Si is the most active in class, but from a certain point of view, this product is also the most idle, and it is natural that he came early.

"Meet the Immortal Master."

Xiao Zhu Si came to Ji Boying's table with a smile and saluted respectfully.

"Who is this?"

When I found out about Yu Qian's existence, I couldn't help but be a little surprised, a new face!

"My guest, today we will be joining us for our first practical observation class."

As soon as Ji Boying said this, Xiao Zhu Si's face suddenly became solemn.

"If you are not only a guest of the immortal master, but also an immortal of the heavenly gate."

"Zhu Di, meet the immortals."

Xiao Zhu Si bowed respectfully to Yu Qian.

'Zhu Di?! ’

Yu Qian didn't react yet, so he took a closer look at Xiao Zhu Si, and when it was determined that Xiao Zhu Si was indeed Emperor Yongle, Yu Qian was shocked, stood up in a hurry, and bowed the same way.

"Subordinate to Yuqian, see the first emperor!"

Yu Qian?

I haven't heard of it!

The First Emperor? Curse whomever you?

"Okay, you two are here to worship heaven and earth?"

Ji Boying interrupted with a word.

Xiao Zhu Si straightened up at this time, and then looked at Ji Boying.

"By the way, Immortal Master, didn't that old thing Li Shanchang come to the Drunken Immortal Building to make trouble last night."

"When it was just the early dynasty, this old thing dared to slander the immortal master in the court, you are a demon."

"Hey, hey."

Xiao Zhu Si smiled.

"Immortal Master, guess what's wrong with my father?"

The corners of Yu Qianting's eyes shrank when he was listening.

Li Shanchang? Korean Gong? These are all characters from the book!

"Shen Jiang?"

Ji Boying glanced at Xiao Zhu Si.

"Oh yes!"

Xiao Zhu Siyi slapped his thigh, which was called a schadenfreude.

"The father was furious, and when the court stripped Li Shanchang of all his official titles, he ordered Jinyiwei to sink him to Qinhuai in the river, and at the same time exiled his three clans to Lingnan."

"When this old boy was erected out of the Fengtian Temple by the brocade guard, everyone was stupid, and it would be estimated that he had sunk to the bottom of the river."

For Lao Zhu, Ji Boying is destiny.

Lao Zhu was already unhappy with Li Shanchang because of Hu Weiyong's case, and this old boy dared to slander our immortal master, he was simply running around the streets with a basket of dung on his back - looking for.

"Well, that's good."

Ji Boying nodded.

He felt that he was also kind, and pulled Li Shanchang's whole family to help.

After all, according to the original ending of this old boy, he was executed together with more than 70 members of his family, including his wife, daughter, brother and nephew, and now in addition to being Shen Jiang, his wife and children are just exiled.

It's better to be alive than anything else.

In the middle of the Qinhuai River, locked in an iron cage, Li Shanchang, who had just bottomed out, was gurgling bubbles, as if he was singing a well-known ballad: Thank you, because of you, the four seasons have been warmed.

"Brother!"

A hearty voice came from the door,

I saw Lao Zhu striding into the main hall of this drunken immortal building, and there was still a layer of evil aura on his face.

According to Lao Zhu's murder convention, since he killed a Li Shanchang, the string behind Li Shanchang's ass is estimated to have been dealt with.

Ji Boying just raised his eyes and looked at Lao Zhu, while Xiao Zhu Si hurriedly knelt down.

"The sons and daughters visit their father, and the father bows to him."

Yu Qian, who was standing, was stunned.

Isn't Zhu Di's father Zhu Yuanzhang? !

WCO？！ Emperor Taizu Gao! How does it look different from the painting!

Accustomed to the national policy of Hongxi, Xuande, and orthodox dynasties to give preferential treatment to scholars, Yu Qian did not kneel, but bowed and bowed.

"Yu Qian, the courtier of later generations, pay a visit to Emperor Taizu Gao."

Lao Zhu was slightly stunned, glanced at Yu Qian, and was sure that he did not have such a person in the court, and the title of 'Emperor Taizu Gao' was only called like this by future generations.

"Hmm."

Without saying much, Lao Zhu walked to Ji Boying's side and sat down in his own place on the podium.

"Brother, when will the class start?"

"We couldn't sleep for a long time last night because of the excitement of this class."

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu and handed over the bottle casually, and Lao Zhu also took it easily.

"What is this?"

"Imported melatonin, a sleep aid."

"If you can't sleep again in the future, eat two."

After that, Ji Boying picked up his coffee, took a deep sip, and then got up and walked onto the three-foot podium.

It was also at this time that the door of the private room at the top of the pavilion was pushed open, and the pity-fragrant jade who had replenished the water had already been dressed, and walked down the stairs with a slender and graceful figure, and was in place according to their respective division of labor.

"Start class."

Ji Boying's voice fell.

Lian Xiang picked up the small silver hammer and gently struck the big bell, and the thick but crisp sound of the bell rang up, blending into nothingness, breaking through the barrier, and stirring the eight silver bells of other time and space.