"Since Hongxi and Xuande, the Ming national policy has been completely reversed, and the foreign strategy has been stopped, and the national finances have been relieved, which is not wrong."

"But recuperation is by no means a mindless strategic contraction."

Ji Boying looked at Emperor Xuande.

"Forget it, tell it yourself."

With that, Ji Boying sat back in his chair and drank tea.

The eyes of Lao Zhu and the three Zhu Di all fell on Emperor Xuande, who had just survived the critical illness, stood up with his numb scalp and coughed dryly.

"I... Gave up the slave Gandusi. ”

As soon as the words came out, Lao Zhu Di stood up violently, and his eyes instantly burst into flames.

Nuer Gandusi was deliberately made by old Zhu Di in the Northeast, in order to be able to unify the dispatch of all ethnic groups in the Northeast, so that Wara could feel the despair of the world's father.

"I, I withdrew to Kaiping Wei and the others."

Lao Zhu didn't feel much about this, after all, he hadn't done anything yet.

But old Zhu Di, whose chest is called a fluctuation, already has the urge to beat Emperor Xuande.

Kaipingwei and several surrounding guards were the bridgehead of Lao Zhu Di's northern expedition, and it was also a strategic place to cross the Great Wall and attack the various departments of the grassland.

Such a dangerous place, Lao Tzu took his life back then, and you kid turned his head and sent it away?!

It is said that the predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade.

Dare to love your hard work to plant trees, and you kid will dig it when he turns his head.

"Hmm... Nope. ”

After Emperor Xuande finished speaking, he hurriedly sat down, and under the knife-like gaze of Lao Zhu Di, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at Lao Zhu Di at all.

He actually wanted to complain, if it weren't for your grandfather, who spent so much money during your reign, why would I be so cowardly.

"There's still one thing you haven't said."

"This is the real indirect reason for the change of Tumubao."

Ji Boying raised his hand, and Xiyu bowed down to take the teacup.

"Your biggest problem is your short-sightedness in the northern strategy."

"When Warathuan forced the Tatar Arutai into a desperate situation, and the Tatars were isolated and helpless to ask the Ming for help, what you should do most is to follow the policy formulated by the Yongle Dynasty to suppress the strong and help the weak, and immediately send troops to conquer Warat, restrain Warat from annexing Tatar, and maintain the balance of power on all sides of the grassland."

"But how do you do that?"

Ji Boying looked at Emperor Xuande, who was silently bowing his head.

In fact, Ji Boying is also a little puzzled, this Emperor Xuande is known as a pentagonal warrior in the history books, although he does not have the foresight of Emperor Qin and Han Wu, but why is he so short-sighted on the northern issue.

Those Wenchen, who only want the stability of the people's livelihood, can't see through it, you, the successor who was raised by Emperor Yongle since he was a child and personally followed Emperor Yongle to the north, still can't see through it?

"Just because Warathuan sent a few loyal letters to Daming, instead of sending troops to the Tatars, you also joined forces with Warat to attack the Tatars. As a result, Arutai was killed by Tuhuan, and all of Tatar was almost annexed by Warat. ”

"In addition, you also sent troops one after another to attack Uliangha, who had been half-crippled by Wara, and even sent Warat a Mongolian Golden Family's Tokhtar Buhua as a signboard, so that Warat was able to annex all the steppe tribes in the name of Tokhtar Buhua Golden Family."

"On the one hand, the military strength of the northern defense line was reduced, and on the other hand, it was encouraged to grow the power of Warat."

Speaking of this, Ji Boying had a sentence that he didn't say in his throat: 'If you weren't for the Ming Emperor, I would have thought you were a spy of Wara. ’

"Since Xuande, in the early years of orthodoxy, Warat also inherited his father Dehuan's position as the Taishi, completely annexed Tatar in one fell swoop, and successfully unified the Mongolian tribes, and the originally disintegrated Mongol Empire has been essentially unified again."

"That's it, raising tigers for trouble."

"This tiger, in the end, in Tumu Fort, bit the national fortune of the Ming Dynasty."

When Ji Boying said this, Emperor Xuande was about to bury his head under the table, and Lao Zhu Di looked at Yongle Xiaozhu beside him solemnly, as if he was thinking about something, and his scalp was numb when he saw this Yongle Zhu Zhanji.

"Dad, Junki, this is still young, he will definitely not do that in the future."

Yongle Da Fat said with a smile and whispered, he was afraid that his father would move the idea of abolishing his grandson.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will never sit idly by and watch Warat grow bigger, my grandson will definitely push Warat to death in his lifetime!"

Yongle Zhu Zhanji hurriedly pointed to Tianfa Four.

Hong Xi and Zhu Zhanji, on the other hand, were silent, remembering everything he had just heard, and always reminding himself that these mistakes must not be made in his own time and space.

As for Lao Zhu, although he thinks that Xuande Zhu Zhanji is a bit mentally retarded.

But he also understands that even if Xuande Zhu Zhanji is so involved in the northern border, the national strength of the Ming Dynasty is still there, and it is still not an existence that the grassland tribe can shake.

In fact, the main point of the problem is still on Zhu Qizhen, a waste!

"Of course, I also said, these are indirect reasons, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, even after the Xuande Dynasty, the orthodox Ming army is far inferior to Hongwu Yongle, but as long as the army is properly commanded, it still has a very strong combat power."

"The main reason is still Zhu Qizhen."

"After all, even 200,000 pigs can't be slaughtered so easily."

The implication is that Zhu Qizhen is probably not as good as a pig.

After saying that, Ji Boying stood up and looked at Dao Yan first.

"You can go to the answer you want to find what you just said."

Hearing this, Dao Yan took a deep breath, got up and bowed to Ji Boying.

Then, Ji Boying glanced at the princes of heaven who were present.

"Next, let's explain the second word, called the Son of Heaven."

"After Zhu Qizhen was captured, he was also escorted to Datong and Xuanfu by Wara, and Zhu Qizhen came to the front of the pass and asked the generals to open the door.

'Smack! ’

Lao Zhu and Lao Zhu Di slapped the table at the same time, and the anger in their eyes was almost uncontrollable.

To open up his own country for foreign races, this is not even as fucking as Song Huizong!

Disgrace! What a shame!

My Zhu family's royal family, how can there be such children and grandchildren!

Ji Boying glanced at the two of them, and originally wanted to continue to explain the deep meaning of the Warat students, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that these two goods would be too stimulated and his heart would not be able to stand it.

"The background explanation of this practical class stops here."

"Remind me, the duration of our practical observation class is relatively long, and it will cover orthodoxy-Jingtai-Tianshun, three different time and space."

"I'll give you a cup of tea to prepare."

"After a cup of tea, we will go to the first stop of this class, the 14th year of Orthodoxy, the 13th night of August, the Civil Fort."