"Mr. Yangming, are you in Gezhu again?"

At the moment when the voice in the courtyard fell, beside Wang Shouren, a figure appeared in the void, it was Ji Boying.

For all the speculations of the Zhengde Dynasty in his heart, Ji Boying hopes to get a definite answer from Wang Shouren, after all, speculation is speculation after all, and the facts need to be proved by witnesses.

This living saint has long been enlightened by his insight into the world with his mind.

However, Ji Boying's words did not attract Wang Shouren's attention.

Even, Wang Shouren didn't even look at Ji Boying, he still straightened his body, and stared at the bamboo in front of him without blinking.

'For so long without blinking, a saint is indeed a saint. ’

Ji Boying thought in his heart.

It's just strange, when Wang Yangming first debuted, he was in the grid bamboo day and night, after the dragon field enlightenment, the mind should have been completed, why is it still in the grid bamboo, what can this bamboo do? ’

Ji Boying looked at this piece of Hsinchu, learned from Wang Yangming's appearance, stared intently for more than ten seconds, and finally couldn't see anything.

In this world, the easiest subject to understand is philosophy, and the most difficult discipline to understand is also philosophy.

At least, Ji Boying asked himself if he was a layman, and he could do it.

Philosophy, incomprehensible.

'Looks like it's only going to be a big move. ’

Taking a deep breath, Ji Boying spoke again.

"There is no good and no disgusting body, there are good and malicious movements, knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, and doing evil for good is a character."

Ji Boying slowly opened his mouth and read out the four sentences of Yangming.

Moment.

Mr. Wang Yangming, who was originally trying to check the bamboo, suddenly trembled like a thunderbolt, and then trembled violently.

This scene stunned Ji Boying next to him.

WTF？！

Could this be a sheep madman?!

Shi Zai, this Wang Yangming has bad lungs, and he didn't say that he has sheep epilepsy!

Just as Ji Boying was hesitating whether to give Wang Yangming some antibiotics, Wang Yangming's body gradually stopped trembling.

Then, he turned around and faced Ji Boying.

The eyes full of red blood and philosophical wisdom, calm and excited, stared at Ji Boying tightly.

"There is no good and no disgusting body, there is good and malicious action."

"Knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, and doing evil for good is a thing."

The four sentences that Ji Boying had just read out slowly recited again.

Wang Yangming took a deep breath and bowed deeply towards Ji Boying.

Since the rebellion of King Ning was pacified, after he saw Emperor Zhengde, he said that he was sick and returned home, and the reason was simple, the political whirlpool had reached the craziest stage, and he had no intention of getting involved.

During the period of recuperation, Wang Yangming has been committed to one thing, that is, he has started to use various qualities, and strives to condense what he has learned all his life into the simplest paragraph.

He knows one thing very well that only the simplest and most concise language can popularize the world and enlighten the people's hearts.

"Your Excellency's learning is far beyond mine."

While feeling excited, Wang Yangming felt a little lost.

He originally thought that he was the only one who had realized this mental study of Dafa, but he didn't expect that there would be someone who was ahead of him and had condensed this knowledge into such quintessential words.

Wang Yangming repeated many times in his heart, 'There is no good and no disgusting body, there are good and malicious movements, knowing good and knowing evil is conscience, and doing evil for good is a thing', and he found that he couldn't change a single word.

Perfect! It was just perfect!

From Wang Yangming's eyes, Ji Boying roughly guessed what Wang Yangming was thinking, and almost laughed out loud.

This is your own summary, and it's strange that you can change it.

The year before Wang Yangming died, that is, at the age of fifty-six, he finally had to condense the four sentences of Yangming, which were unique in the world, passed down through the ages, and were regarded as a lifelong mantra by countless students.

And now Wang Yangming is less than fifty years old.

Ji Boying's move is called, saying what Wang Yangming will say in the future, so that Wang Yangming has nothing to say.

"Mr. Yang Ming is polite."

Ji Boying smiled, thinking that your old boy would ignore me at first, this will break his heart.

"I'm here to confirm something with Mr. Yang Ming."

Without waiting for Wang Yangming to speak, Ji Boying sat on the stone bench of the stone-cast tea table next to the bamboo forest.

For patients with hemorrhoids, it is more comfortable to sit than to stand.

Wang Yangming naturally doesn't care about this at all, and what he pays attention to is that he moves with his heart and does it spontaneously.

"Your Excellency, may I ask."

After Wang Yangming sat down, he didn't care where Ji Boying came from or why he suddenly appeared in his small courtyard.

"Drink tea."

Ji Boying slightly dotted the edge of the stone table.

In an instant, two cups of hot tea appeared on the stone table.

Wang Yangming looked at the hot tea that appeared out of thin air, his eyes were slightly condensed, and after being slightly surprised, he picked up the tea with a smile and took a sip.

"Slightly astringent, fragrant, good."

Ji Boying didn't discuss the tea ceremony with Wang Yangming, and he didn't understand it, he only knew that it was expensive.

"Mr. Yangming, I would like to ask you three things."

"You can answer or you can choose not to answer."

"First of all, how do you feel about being the son of heaven?"

"Second, what do you think of the cabinet classes?"

"The third thing, do you think the Son of Heaven fell into the water twice, is it accidental?"

Simple and straightforward, no detours.

Discussing things with Wang Yangming, the originator of psychology, there is no need to beat around the bush.

Yes is yes, no is no.

Regarding Ji Boying's three questions, Wang Yangming smiled slightly, put down the teacup in his hand, and didn't even have time to think, so he answered directly.

"The Son of Heaven is wise and ambitious; It seems to be vain, but in fact it is nothing. ”

The short sixteen words, which do not need to be said, can get these sixteen words from Wang Yangming's mouth, which can be described as extremely high.

"Cabinet ministers, there is no distinction between power and private."

These eight words directly crushed the Wenchen of the Zhengde Dynasty to the ground and scolded.

"As for the third question."

Wang Yangming stood up and looked at the golden crow sun that was rising in the sky.

"Let's look at this golden crow rising in the east, by chance."

In a word.

Ji Boying knew it in his heart.

The sun rises in the east, of course, not by chance.

"Thank you, Mr. Yangming, for your doubts."

When the words fell, Wang Yangming turned around and looked at it, and the figure that was sitting opposite him had disappeared.

However, on top of this stone table, there was a large pile of things he had never seen before, which looked like pills.

Unlike Queen Ma, Wang Yangming's lung disease has a very clear record.

Wang Yangming suffered from chronic tuberculosis at the age of 17 and has been plagued by lung disease throughout his life, especially in the summer, and finally died of lung disease.

What Ji Boying left him was some antibiotics and other special medicines for tuberculosis, which was enough for Wang Yangming to live for a few more years.

Among them, there is also a box of diazepam, which is remarked to be taken before death.

In this way, at least it will not be as painful as walking.

"Mr. Yang Ming, those four sentences are called Yang Ming's four sentences after the study of the heart."

"You've fulfilled your life's worth of dreams."

Yang Ming I's wish, that is to be holy.

The residual sound fell on Wang Yangming's ears, and Wang Shouren's body was stunned again, and then he smiled.

Dao heart, steady.

………………………………

Shuntianfu, the Forbidden City.

The Forbidden City is not all imperial palaces, but is divided into imperial cities and palace cities, just like the word 'Hui'.

In the second year of Zhengde, Emperor Wuzong opened the Leopard Palace on the southwest bank of the Taiye Pond in the West Garden of the Imperial City, and it was not until the seventh year of Zhengde that the Leopard Palace was completed, with a total of more than 200 houses and more than 200,000 taels of silver.

The so-called leopard house is not simply a house for raising leopards, nor is it a palace in the general sense of the palace of God King Youxing, but a place where Wuzong lives and deals with court affairs.

Because the martial arts of the martial arts sect also have buildings that only exist in the barracks, such as the school grounds.

At this time, the leopard room is in the main palace.

In the early morning, before the fog cleared, a slender figure sat quietly on the steps of the main palace, and from this angle and height, he could see the Wenyuan Pavilion in the Forbidden City, where the cabinet was on duty.

"Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."

Behind him, a hunched eunuch spoke.

"How much silver Mr. Yang gave you, I will give you double."

In a word.

The eunuch's face changed suddenly, and he knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling.

Seeing this, Zhu Houzhao smiled.

He frequently changed the eunuchs around him some time ago, but later found that this had no effect, and the eunuchs in this palace, since the Eight Tigers he cultivated were killed one by one, there were few who were really loyal to him.

"Stand down, I want to be quiet."

Only then did the eunuch kneel and retreat, turning around and walking away quickly, so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Although the Son of Heaven is seriously ill and dying, he doesn't have a few days to live, although the decrees of the Son of Heaven can no longer leave the Forbidden City, and the decrees of the world are all from the cabinet.

But if you want to kill a eunuch like yourself, it's still a matter of mouth.

The wind is blowing.

The warm spring breeze in the early morning falls on the face, which is particularly comfortable.

Zhu Houzhao closed his eyes and felt the pure breeze on his face, feeling the first warm light of the morning.

His heart has never been calm at this moment, and it has never been relaxed at this moment.

From the day he ascended the throne, he was tossing, and many of the tossing methods seemed absurd, but in fact they were fighting with Wenchen.

Holding on to the last breath of heart a month ago, Wang Qiong was promoted to the secretary of the ministry.

In fact, Zhu Houzhao also knew that it was useless to do this, a minister of Shangshu couldn't fight against Yang Tinghe, who was in power, and the facts also proved that this was the case, in the first year of Jiajing, Wang Qiong was directly taken by Yang Tinghe to fill the army, or Jiajing fished Wang Qiong back.

Now Zhu Houzhao has done everything he can do, and he knows that he can't do anything anymore now, he can only wait for his death, which is also the result that the ministers have been waiting for.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked stunned.

Because in front of him, there is one more person.

Subconsciously glanced left and right to confirm that this person was indeed conjured out of thin air.

"You...... Is it God? ”

Zhu Hou looked at Ji Boying and asked a question that made Ji Boying stay.

As Zhu Houzhao, who is fluent in five foreign languages, he likes to meet foreign friends very much, and naturally he has heard these foreigners describe the appearance of God.

Because Ji Boying's dress really doesn't look like a Taoist Buddha or the like.

"No, even if I die, I'm still an Eastern ghost, you're from the west, I shouldn't be in your hands."

Zhu Houzhao was asking very seriously, after all, it was about where he was going.

'Is this kid sick and stupid, what is this?' ’

Ji Boying frowned slightly, and took a closer look at this Emperor Wuzong.

The original sturdy figure, after a few months of tossing, is already emaciated, and the cheekbones are clearly visible, which shows how difficult the days have been in the past few months.

His face was vain, dark, and he looked sluggish.

'After-effects of falling overboard. ’

These five words popped into my heart.

Of course, this is pure nonsense.

Even with Ji Boying's shallow medical knowledge, it can be seen that Zhu Houzhao is poisoned, and there is a high probability that it is chronic poisoning.

"Did you know you were poisoned?"

Ji Boying asked a question.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Zhu Houzhao asked rhetorically.

From his eyes, it could be seen that he was very interested in Ji Boying, and those eyes that had been boring for a long time were full of novelty.

The biggest difference between Emperor Zhengde and other emperors of the Ming Dynasty is that he is very receptive to new things and is very willing to contact new things, which often represents a positive and enterprising dynasty and expands its territory.

Speaking of this, Zhu Houzhao smiled.

He lay back, exhaled, and laughed like a ten-year-old child at the sky.

Even if you know that this decoction is poisonous, what can you do?

Nothing will change.

The emperor did this, Zhu Houzhao felt very ashamed.

Zhu Houzhao once tried to refuse to drink medicine.

Whether it is the successive expulsion of the eunuchs around him, or the order to the cabinet to request the replacement of the imperial doctor, they are all struggling and fighting.

It's just that reality gave Zhu Houzhao a resounding slap, these are useless, even if the emperor speaks, it is useless.

Moreover, this was arranged by Mr. Yang, who was the most beloved in his life, as a student, how could he refuse.

'Mr. Yang, since you like power, then I will give it to you, and I will give it to you. ’

This is Zhu Houzhao's true heart at this moment, it is better than the death of the body, he often thinks of Yang Tinghe's teachings to himself when he was still the prince of the East Palace.

Zhu Houzhao wants to do things, but his heart is extremely tolerant, and he is extremely righteous and affectionate, and often thinks about problems from the standpoint of others.

Affection and righteousness, for ordinary people, this is quality.

But for the emperor, this is the weakness of being manipulated.

"Do you want to be a promising king, do you want to lead the Ming Dynasty to the prosperity of eternity, do you want to let the Ming Dragon Flag fly in every land in this world."

Ji Boying looked down on Emperor Wuzong, who was completely dead from his body to body and mind, and threw out a bait that the emperor couldn't refuse.

Zhu Houzhao, who was lying flat, instantly lit up.

However, it was gray again.

In his opinion, this is already impossible.

"I don't know who you are, but whether you are a god or a Buddha, I am already dying anyway, where do I still have the heart to care about the prosperity of eternity."

No matter how ambitious you are, when fate and death come, your ambition will be wiped out.

"Ate this."

Ji Boying stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand, under Zhu Houzhao's personal gaze, from nothing, a snow-white pill appeared in his palm.

That's right, it's Angong Niuhuang Pill again.

Angong Niuhuang Pill has a miraculous effect of reducing fever, but as everyone knows, the effect of Angong Niuhuang Pill relies on the first four words: clearing heat and detoxifying.

Detoxification is also one of the miraculous effects.

"What is this?"

Zhu Houzhao sat up and looked at the half-egg-sized pill in a daze.

"It's so big, how can you eat it?"

Just opened your mouth.

Ji Boying took the opportunity to move, and directly slapped it down, and the pill the size of half an egg was directly stuffed into Zhu Houzhao's mouth.

In an instant, the Emperor Wuzong's eyes widened, his hands desperately covered his neck, and his already blackened cheeks would turn red even faster, thinking that Lao Tzu had not been poisoned to death, but he was choked to death today!

"Alas, what a nuisance."

Ji Boying looked at Zhu Houzhao, who was holding his throat and couldn't swallow it alive, stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Houzhao's chin, grabbed a bottle of mineral water without a cap with the other hand, and poured it directly into Zhu Houzhao's open mouth.

Half a bottle of water is flushed, and grunt.

Zhu Houzhao swallowed hard, and then he pulled his red neck and gasped for breath.

"...... the hell you?"

Zhu Houzhao, who came slowly, looked up at Ji Boying again.

"Immortals."

Ji Boying raised his feet slightly, stepped on the stairs next to Zhu Houzhao, and then leaned over slightly, staring at Zhu Houzhao's eyes.

"I'll ask you again, do you want to?"

Zhu Hou, who was holding his throat, looked at Ji Boying, and his mood fluctuated slightly.

"Are you really a god?"

Rumble!

A thunderbolt descended in an instant, and instantly split in a corner not far away, and the figure of a little eunuch turned into charcoal on the spot.

It's no wonder Ji Boying, you said that you are engaged in eavesdropping and concentrate on eavesdropping, why should you have malicious intentions towards me, it is really incomprehensible.

If Zhu Houzhao, who was still lying flat in the last second, the moment he saw the thunder coming, he had completely believed in Ji Boying's immortal identity in his heart, and his eyes were full of light.

Moreover, there is no way to believe it, he has no other way to go now, even if he is deceived, he is willing to fight!

"Yes!"

"Lao Tzu dreams of it!"

Zhu Houzhao's eyes flashed with the flame of revenge.

His brows furrowed, and Zhu Houzhao suddenly felt like a fire in his body.

Although it feels a little uncomfortable, the energy that has disappeared in the past few months is faintly showing signs of recovery, and I am a little more convinced of the possibility that the person in front of me is an immortal.

"Have you read a book?"

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Houzhao.

"Read."

Zhu Houzhao nodded seriously.

Emperor Wenchen Heiwuzong doesn't learn and has no skills, I really want to give these Wenchen a big ear, what qualifications do you turtles who can't understand the official language have to say that a language master who is proficient in five foreign languages is illiterate?!

"Since you have read the book, you should know how your great-grandfather did it."

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Houzhao's pupils shrank.

Deep in those eyes, the ancestral killing soul in the bloodline of the old Zhu family is awakening!

Wake up, it's time to hunt!

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