Who's going to be gelding?!

A word wakes up the dreamer.

Originally, there had just been a turn, and the consciousness was still in a daze.

The moment I heard the word 'gelding', I felt numb from head to toe, and I woke up completely.

He also thought that Zhu Qizhen sent someone to impede him in order to take revenge on him.

Almost, he became the first emperor in history to lose JER.

Bang dang.

The moment Zhu Qiyu opened his eyes, the little eunuchs, including the novice gelding, were so frightened that they knelt down.

"Your Majesty...!"

"You're finally awake~!"

"But the old slave was scared to death."

The eunuch of Xing'an burst into tears of excitement, and hurriedly helped Zhu Qiyu up.

In the Ming Dynasty, the eunuchs who held the seal of the celebrant were bound to the emperor, the emperor was alive, the glory was infinite, and the emperor collapsed, so he could only go to the tomb of the Daxing Emperor.

And this Xing'an eunuch understands in his heart that now that the emperor has been restored, he is afraid that he will not even be able to guard the mausoleum.

Zhu Qiyu, who was helped up by the eunuch of Xing'an and sat on the bed, took a deep breath, covered his stomach and frowned, feeling unbearable colic, and the whole person felt even more lightheaded.

He leaned quietly, bowing his head in silence.

The dull air pressure made Xing'an, the old eunuch, dare not say more.

Call...

A long exhale.

The lust in Zhu Qiyu's eyes was scattered at this moment.

Especially after experiencing the vomiting of blood just now, Zhu Qiyu also completely figured it out.

Now that the matter has happened, and the seizure of the door has become a fact, no matter how angry you are, it is useless.

What's more...

This Emperor Jingtai suddenly laughed, as if muttering to himself, and as if he was asking the old eunuch beside him.

"If I collapse, what is the world, what is the society."

"This..."

The old eunuch of Xing'an naturally did not dare to answer.

When the anger returned to calm, the first thing that Emperor Jingtai thought about in his heart was what to do with this country, this world, and this society if he really died.

"Maybe it is the best choice for him to be the emperor at the moment."

"The father chose him back then, and that position belonged to him."

Thinking of this, his heart was completely calm.

And as a desperate and seriously ill emperor, he actually had no choice.

Hundreds of officials and ministers want to make Zhu Jianshen the crown prince, and the reason why he plans to come to the court today is because he intends to accept the advice of the ministers, and Shunshui agreed to appoint Zhu Jianshen.

For Zhu Qiyu, Zhu Jianshen's accession to the throne and Zhu Qizhen's accession to the throne are essentially not much different.

"I want to go out for a walk."

"Hey, Your Majesty is lighter."

Xing'an carefully held Zhu Qiyu.

When his feet just fell and the little eunuch put on his shoes for Emperor Jingtai, subconsciously, Emperor Jingtai, who was sitting on the bed, looked up.

Beside the incense burner by the window in this warm pavilion, two standing figures came into view, one of which he concluded he had never seen, and the other, Zhu Qiyu's vague childhood memories quickly told him the answer.

Zhu Qiyu smiled, laughing extremely happily.

"It looks like I'm really at the end of the day."

"I actually saw the first emperor."

His eyes were cloudy, and Emperor Jingtai slowly raised his hand.

He still remembers that when he was a child, his father rarely came to see him, and every time he went to say hello, he could look at his father holding his eldest brother's hand and tease his eldest brother.

At that moment, how much he longed to be held by himself.

"Dad, are you here to take me home?"

In this lonely city, Zhu Qiyu never felt that the Forbidden City was his home.

Trapped between the lust for power, he has long forgotten where he is.

Zhu Qiyu's voice came out that all the eunuchs, including the eunuchs of Xing'an, were stunned, and these eunuchs subconsciously followed Zhu Qiyu's gaze, the little eunuchs were okay, most of them entered the palace during the Jingtai period, and they didn't recognize anyone.

But these old eunuchs in Xing'an shrank their pupils one by one, and they knelt down, so frightened that their scalps were numb.

"First, Emperor Xian!"

They all bowed their heads to the ground, not daring to look back, reciting Amitabha Buddha in their hearts, thinking that they must burn some incense for the Buddha after they go back.

'This Jingtai Emperor is much better than I expected. ’

Ji Boying looked at Zhu Qiyu, the Jingtai Emperor who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a thin face, and he could still care about the world when he was dying.

For this alone, Jingtai Zhu Qiyu can be worthy of a Ming Jun, and he is not much stronger than the Nabao Sect.

Most of the historiography of later generations classified Jingtai Zhu Qiyu as the lord of mediocrity and weakness.

There are even some popular reading materials, which would rather whitewash Baozong into a bewitched white lotus, and give Emperor Jingtai to Hei into a scheming villain.

So much so that the people of later generations who do not have a deep understanding of history, the first feeling of this Jingtai Emperor is that he does nothing every day, and is busy with only one thing from morning to night, that is, to set up a reserve for his own son.

Film and television dramas are even more nonsense, Emperor Jingtai is unkempt, and even his clothes and hair are messy.

But Ji Boying wants to give Zhu Qiyu's evaluation: Emperor Jingtai is a good person and a good emperor.

Foreign.

In the battle of the defense of Beiping, the world attributed the credit to Yu Qian, and most of them ignored the emperor Jingtai.

But in reality, this is not the case, a ship that is shaking in the wind and rain, if there is no captain who stabilizes the market, no matter how powerful the helmsman is, he will not be able to escape the fate of capsizing.

Without Emperor Jingtai, there would have been no great victory in the Battle of Beiping, which is almost without any controversy.

Therefore, the sword is certainly sharp.

But the person who uses this knife is more important.

Internal.

Yu Qian, Li Xian, Shang Chen, Wang Yue, Wang Wen, Chen Xun, etc...

This group of capable ministers who left their names in later generations are not inferior to any dynasty in history, and the only favored eunuch Xing'an is still an honest man, and even Yu Qian praised it.

There is no need to say too much about the beautiful words such as corporal courtesy, employing people without suspicion, treating subjects well, being considerate of the people, and so on.

Whether internally or externally, Emperor Jingtai can be called a Ming monarch, and he Zhu Qiyu is worthy of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty.

And the reason why he is said to be a good person is better understood.

If Jingtai Zhu Qiyu is not benevolent, Zhu Qizhen still wants to win the door?

An incumbent emperor with great power, if he really wants to do it, can he still do a mallet?

This is if it is replaced by Datang Li Er.

The first possibility, the Baozong is likely to die directly, after all, the grassland is so big, and the tribes often migrate, occasionally lose a handful of people, and then be gnawed by wolves to the bones, which is completely a very normal thing.

Second, even after welcoming Bao Zong back, he may not be in good health suddenly, and he will die in the middle of an unknown night.

Zhu Qiyu's means to kill Zhu Qizhen are simply not too much, and he doesn't even need to move his hands himself, with one instruction, someone will naturally do it.

To sum it up.

It's hard to say what happened to Zhu Qiyu before he ascended the throne.

But after ascending the throne, Zhu Qiyu, who has been an emperor for eight years, is definitely a qualified and even excellent emperor.

The only drawback.

This guy doesn't know what he's done over the years, making a mess of his body, especially the reproductive function, which is most likely damaged, which is what later generations often call acquired infertility.

Facing Zhu Qiyu, Emperor Xuande was silent and walked to Zhu Qiyu.

Under the influence of the concept of longevity, since Zhu Qiyu was born, his eyes have been on Zhu Qizhen, and he basically didn't care much about this second son, and he didn't even think about it when he became a prince.

But as it turned out, he was wrong.

is not compared with the emperor of his dynasty, at least compared with his eldest son Zhu Qizhen, Zhu Qiyu is simply a cloud in the sky and a que in the palace.

"Proud of you as a Father."

Emperor Xuande raised his hand and stroked Jingtai Zhu Qiyu's head.

At this moment, Zhu Qiyu was stunned.

His eyes quickly reddened, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He didn't cry when the country was about to fall, he didn't cry when his only son died, and he didn't cry when his eldest brother took the door.

But at this moment, in Emperor Xuande, under his father's words, he cried, crying like a thirty-year-old child.

Because, this is from the father's approval.

Whether it is an emperor or a commoner, this is the highest evaluation that any son of man can hope to receive.

This scene of father and son was affectionate, and the eunuchs of Xing'an hurriedly gave the surrounding little eunuchs a look, and the kneeling little eunuchs immediately lowered their heads and quickly climbed out of Xinuan Pavilion.

"Dad, my son is tired."

"Take your retainers with you."

Zhu Qiyu looked up at Emperor Xuande, his ruddy eyes were full of tired sincerity, he really didn't want to live.

The persecution of hundreds of officials, the serious illness, and the covetousness of his eldest brother all made him tired.

"You can't go yet."

A voice broke this rare father's true feelings at this moment.

Ji Boying walked up slowly and looked at Zhu Qiyu for a while.

"Eat this, there is a specific dosage plan on it."

With a casual throw, more than a dozen tablets were thrown on Zhu Qiyu's dragon couch like snowflakes.

"This ......"

Zhu Qiyu looked at these never-before-seen 'medicines' and was stunned.

"Medicine for you."

Ji Boying judged at a glance what kind of illness Zhu Qiyu was, acute stomach ulcer.

The reason why the judgment is so accurate is because Ji Boying himself had to explode the liver code word and send him directly to the emergency department.

The medicine he gave Zhu Qiyu was also something he had taken, some commonly used Western medicines for acute gastric ulcers.

Because of acute stomach ulcers, he has colic, he can't eat, and he can't infuse nutrient solution in these years, so this Jingtai Emperor will lose weight so quickly.

In fact, this disease is not a big problem if it is released to the next generation, as long as it is sent to the hospital in time for treatment, some people who are in good condition do not even need to be hospitalized.

But in this era, if you drag out the inaccurate reasons for a while, it will be a fateful game.

Acute gastric ulcer will begin to worsen once it drags on for a long time, and in severe cases, it will lead to gastric perforation and heavy bleeding.

In fact, in ancient times, many people died of minor illnesses, and a large number of people died of colds and fevers.

History: Emperor Jingtai vomited a lot of blood before he died, and more than 20 doctors were helpless.

Most probably, it's just worn.

"Listen to the words of the immortal master and take the medicine."

Emperor Xuande instructed in a condensed voice.

Zhu Qiyu was silent for a moment.

Didn't you come to take me away? You're here to heal me?

"After taking the medicine, let the imperial doctor prescribe some more prescriptions for you to replenish blood and qi, rest for a few days, and then go to see your courtiers."

The moment he saw Zhu Qiyu, he had already decided that Zhu Qiyu would have to bear the burden of this good day.

"Courtier?"

Hearing this, Zhu Qiyu smiled dumbly.

"I'm afraid the immortal master doesn't know, I've been..."

"The matter of seizing the door has been settled, you only need to promise me one thing."

Ji Boying's eyes under the sunglasses swept over Zhu Qiyu.

"After you recover from your illness, you will make Zhu Jianshen the crown prince."

"Don't feel unwilling."

"Originally, after you died, Zhu Qizhen cut off the emperor's name, and gave it the nickname '戾', it was Zhu Jianshen who rehabilitated you after he ascended the throne and restored your emperor's name."

Let Zhu Qiyu continue to govern, and then pass on Zhu Jianshen, this is also impossible.

Ji Boying had a stomach ulcer, so he could give Zhu Qiyu medicine according to his symptoms.

But he didn't have infertility!

And infertility is an incurable disease even in later generations, such as sedentary and the like, which can lead to oligomiasis, not to mention this era of lack of science.

The seizure of the door is settled?!

Zhu Qiyu was stunned, and he subconsciously looked at Emperor Xuande.

After receiving the recognition from the old father, he took a deep breath, stood up with his sick body, and bowed deeply to Ji Boying.

"Zhu Qiyu, thank you for the grace of the immortal master's recreation!"

"Hmm."

"After you get better, remember not to make up for it and eat lighter."

"Put away this string of wind chimes, and when you recover a little more, come to class."

After saying that, he shook off the wind chime and fell into Zhu Qiyu's hand.

Then Ji Boying's figure disappeared in place, and Emperor Xuande left with him.

Zhu Qiyu, who was holding the wind chime, was a little confused.

Gone?!

After being stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on the medicine on the imperial couch, and the hope of life burned in his heart.

Meanwhile.

The land of Fengtianmen.

The people who had gathered here are gone.

According to Ji Boying's arrangement for him in advance, Yu Qian led his ministers to the Qianqing Palace to meet Emperor Jingtai at this time and stabilize the world.

And Zhu Qizhen, a crazy critic, after slashing Shi Heng, Xu Youzhen, and Cao Jixiang one after another, although he has broken all over his body, he is still crazy and generally runs around in this Fengtianmen Guangting, without Emperor Jingtai's order, and no one dares to arrest him.

Only at this corner of the door was a huddled figure.

'Have you forgotten me......

The pig's head fort with tears in his eyes looked up at the sky with a desperate face.

Suddenly, the pupils shrank.

Because he was wearing a black robe, his eyes were blood-red, and he was holding a curly-bladed machete, the blackened Tianshun Emperor was walking towards him with inhuman steps after he couldn't find any other target to vent.

‘？？？？？？ ’

The pig's head fort was stunned for a moment, endured the pain and forcibly climbed up against the wall, turned around and began to run.

And the blackened Tianshun Emperor in the back accelerated his pace and chased after him.

'Big brother, I'm you!' ’

'You're me!' ’

'Why do you want to cut yourself yourself?!' ’

'This is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other!! ’

Pig's head felt that he had been beaten enough today, but he never expected that he would be beaten by himself in the end.

The one running in front of me was sore and couldn't walk, like a pig crawling.

The one chasing behind him had a fractured whole body and walked like a zombie.

In this way, the two Zhu Qi towns ran wildly in this Fengtianmen Guangting at an average speed of five miles.

………………………………

Hongwu time and space, the main hall of the drunken immortal building.

When Ji Boying came back, this group of princes of heaven (except Lao Zhu and Ah Biao) were all working hard to write and copy the first volume of "Biography".

If you haven't handed in your homework, you have to copy it again.

And the old Zhu Di and Emperor Xuande were punished twice for copying.

Under the supervision of Lao Zhu, the teaching director, there is no way to find a copyist.

These princes of heaven, who usually don't even bother to fight a √, have just written a hundred words, and their hands already feel numb.

"Brother, you're back."

Lao Zhu was supervising the punishment of his children and grandchildren, scolding a few words from time to time, drinking tea leisurely, and seeing Ji Boying and Emperor Xuande appear on the podium, he got up with a smile and greeted him.

Emperor Xuande consciously returned to his seat, looked at the rice paper and examples on the table, and silently picked up the pen and copied it.

"Hmm."

Ji Boying nodded.

"Master~"

Xi Yulian came in step to serve tea for Ji Boying.

Taking the teacup, Ji Boying took a sip, then swept towards the princes of the Son of Heaven who were sitting, and after counting the number of people, his brows furrowed slightly.

Departure and return, the number of princes of the Son of Heaven is the same, and there is no less.

But he always felt that he had missed someone, but for a moment he couldn't remember who he had missed.

"Lao Zhu, is there a person missing?"

Ji Boying looked at Lao Zhu.

"Huh?"

"No, it's just the right number."

Lao Zhu smiled.

"Brother, didn't you say you could only stay for an hour before, why did we go for so long this time."

In fact, Lao Zhu wanted to ask this question before, but he was busy beating people and never asked.

"Updated."

Ji Boying replied briefly.

Lao Zhu was stunned.

Update?

What does it mean?

"Father, the immortal master has his own wonderful way, so there is no need to ask too much."

Ah Biao was beside Lao Zhu and whispered.

"Ah, yes, yes, what Biao'er said is reasonable."

Then Old Zhu simply stopped thinking about it, took a deep breath, and looked at Ji Boying with a bit of eagerness.

"Brother, since these bunnies don't have to go back immediately, let's finish the lesson we left earlier?"

"We can't wait!"

As soon as these words came out, all the princes of the Son of Heaven who were originally punishing them suddenly raised their heads.

They also want to know what the answers to these doubts buried in their hearts are.

"Hmm."

Ji Boying nodded, and then said.

"I'll make one announcement first."

"Next, the theoretical class will be added to the practical course."

These words have just fallen.

Lao Zhu's eyes lit up instantly.

After a practical observation class, he still found the field more interesting.

"Of course, there is a difference between this and practical observation courses, and the pure practical observation courses still exist, and the two are still independent courses."

Ji Boying raised his hand, and Xiyu respectfully took the teacup.

Then, get up.

"Alright, let's stop for now, let's continue the class and continue the project we left behind in the Civil Fort."

The assistant teacher on the side, Lian Xiang, had long been accustomed to Ji Boying's lecture style, and walked forward quickly, bowed down and handed over the pen dipped in ink.

Ji Boying picked up the pen, the pen walked the silver snake, and wrote the two big characters "Juntun" on the rice paper behind him.

"Of the three keywords mentioned in the civil fort, let's talk about this one first."

"But before that."

"We have to go to a place first to analyze and analyze the last glory of Juntun on the spot."

The eyes of the princes of heaven lit up again.

Simply listening to lectures in the classroom, no matter how much you concentrate, there will be times when you are tired, such as young people like Xiao Zhu Si and Yongle Zhu Zhanji, who fall asleep without paying attention.

The monkey saying is good: the style and style are in full bloom, and you are not afraid to go all over the world.

"Brother, where are we going?"

As soon as he heard that he was going out, Lao Zhu also suddenly became energetic, stopped drinking tea, and handed the teacup to Xiao Zhu Si on the side with a shake of his hand.

"Twenty-five years of Jiajing, Dengzhou Wei."

When the word Jiajing came out, the three Zhu Di, including Xiao Zhu Si, and the three thousand catties Zhu Gaochi, all had bright eyes, and the hunger like a wolf and a tiger was terrifying.

"That..."

Zhu Biao on the side looked hesitant and stopped talking.

Taking a deep breath, I still chose to open my mouth.

"Immortal Master, can you take me with you this time?"

Ah Biao looked at Ji Boying warmly, with three points of pity, three points of begging, three points of apprehension, and one point of anger in his voice.

I started writing at eight o'clock in the morning, but because of the slow handwriting, I still didn't finish it before twelve o'clock.

Sorry bros, delayed the update by an hour.

The remaining number of words: 19.4K-1.4K=18K.

Strive for the next week, add all the more, and ask for a monthly pass!

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