The immortal master said a word, Zhang Juzheng.

Suddenly, the eyes of everyone in the main hall were instantly focused on this handsome guy.

Especially the Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaiku.

After the baptism of the half-class just now, this little shooting expert has now understood what all this is about, and it seems that his adaptability is not bad.

Most of these selected courtiers were the first assistants of previous dynasties. ’

'Why am I Zhang Juzheng and not Mr. Gao?' ’

In Zhu Zaikun's heart, Mr. Gao, who he trusts the most, should be the first chief of his Longqing Dynasty.

Lao Zhu, Ah Biao and Lao Zhu Di, the first-term Tianzi students with high seniority, because they have already understood the reasons for the test method and a whip method, they also have high expectations for Zhang Juzheng.

Under the attention of everyone, Zhang Juzheng took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.

Zhang Juzheng first bowed to the immortal master on the podium, and then bowed to the princes of heaven, and then he sank his breath and spoke.

"I privately believe that taxation is the country's finances, and finance is also the country's basic plate."

"If a country's taxes are abolished, the country will be abolished."

"If the tax is abundant, the country will be prosperous."

This answer is very consistent with Zhang Juzheng's established personality.

After all, Zhang Juzheng became the first assistant of the cabinet, and after he took over the internal and external courts, and completely took power, the first thing he did was to implement a whip law that had been brewing for a long time.

And the core use of a whip law is to collect taxes.

Longqing opened the sea + a whip method, so that the treasury, which had already bottomed out, was rapidly filled in the Wanli years, which laid a solid economic foundation for the three major expeditions of Wanli.

It's just that Wanli is rotten, and it is a good hand to collect money and spend money, and the silver in the treasury has been scraped away by him, and when he died, there was no silver in the Tai Warehouse to support the war, but there were still more than seven million taels of silver in the inner court treasury.

After listening to Zhang Juzheng's answer, all the princes of heaven also showed their appreciation.

After all, the point of 'finance' has been mentioned in the first class, and finance is related to the survival of the country.

"Not bad."

On the podium, Ji Boying nodded at Zhang Juzheng, and his eyes looked at Yu Qian who was sitting on the other side.

"Yu Shaobao, what do you think?"

After Yu Qian was silent for a while, he stood up and saluted.

"Hui Immortal Master, Yu Qian thinks that soldiers are the foundation of the country."

And this is also in line with Yu Qian's setting.

After all, Yu Qian personally led the defense of Beiping, and deeply realized that if there is no strong army to defend the country, a country cannot even keep its own borders, how can it talk about the future.

"Yang Shiqi, what do you think?"

Ji Boying's gaze moved again, this question routine was obviously full of randomness.

The sitting husky was stunned for a moment, then stood up, like Zhang Juzheng, and saluted all parties before speaking under the expectant gaze of Emperor Xuande.

This husky belongs to Xuande time and space.

"I think that the basic plate of a country lies in the uprightness of the court, in the rule of officials, and in the death of civil and military wars."

Yang Shiqi's words were impassioned, and his waist couldn't help but straighten a little.

However, Ji Boying's brows couldn't help frowning, such as Yang Shiqi, who looked down on military generals, still needed to find a time to concentrate on training.

"Monk, come on."

Yao Guangxiao was stunned for a moment, muttering in his heart.

'I have a name...'

'Rebellion is the foundation of the empire!' ’

Of course, I thought so in my heart, I definitely can't say this on the surface, and after taking a deep breath, the black-clothed monk touched his big bald head, and then stood up and saluted.

"Immortal Master, the old man's opinion is different from a few others."

"The old man thinks that the imperial power should be the basic plate of the country, the Ming monarch is in the dynasty, the country can be strong, the mediocre lord is in power, and the world is overturned."

As soon as the old monk said this, Zhu Laosi and Zhu Di, who were sitting in the position, listened to it in their hearts, and couldn't help but sigh: It's still the master who has won my heart!

This Ming Jun is naturally Zhu Di, and the mediocre master is Zhu Yunwen.

However, the smile on this face did not last for a few seconds on the faces of Lao Zhu Di and Zhu Laosi, and suddenly felt a chill on the back, only to see that Ah Biao's cold eyes had arrived, and the two of them hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

"Mr. Yang Ming, what do you think about this problem?"

Ji Boying finally looked at Wang Yangming, he was a little curious about what angle this sage of mind would look at this problem.

Hearing this, Wang Yangming got up slightly and pondered for a moment.

"I think."

"They're right."

After that, Wang Yangming sat back in his seat.

Everyone was stunned, and even Ji Boying on the podium didn't react a little.

A saint is a saint, his face is thicker than that of a normal person, and copying the answer is really not a red face and a heartbeat.

This reminds Ji Boying of another evaluation of Wang Yangming in history: black belly.

This concludes the Q&A session.

Then Ji Boying glanced at all the princes and ministers present.

Then he turned around, raised his hand and picked up the bucket pen that had been dipped in ink on the shelf, and with a wave of his hand, he wrote a big word on the rice paper on the panel behind him: people.

"You've just said a lot."

"To sum up, the essence of it is this one word."

"And this person can be disassembled into two kinds."

"One is for the king, and the other is for the people."

At this point, Ji Boying glanced at Yang Shiqi.

"The essence of the essence of the death and the martial war you just talked about is no different from the theory of imperial power in the monk's mouth."

"The country has a holy monarch, and the court has its own ministers, and vice versa."

Pacing slightly, Ji Boying put his hands behind his waist.

"Next, you will enter two illusions, and at the end of each illusion, you will tell me what problems will be drawn from thinking about the basic plate of the empire from the perspective of the king and the people, and how to correct it."

As soon as Ji Boying finished speaking, Lao Zhu, who was sitting on the side of the podium, stood up with a mace in his hand.

"Listen to them one by one, let us use our brains to think seriously, if anyone is found distracted by us in class, don't blame us for being ruthless."

Ah Biao also stood up at this time, temporarily suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and waited intently for the illusion he was about to enter.

"Well, pay attention to careful analysis."

Ji Boying glanced at everyone.

When the words fell, the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

"Here it is..."

Everyone looked at this is a magnificent altar, five zhang wide, nine feet high, out of the majesty on all sides, called 'Dengfeng altar'.

And under the feet is a majestic mountain.

Looking at the pole, 10,000 stairs, under this altar, are full of military generals kneeling on the mountain and calling for long live, waving flags, mighty as smoke, and a good momentum.

"Tarzan."

Ji Boying said lightly.

All the princes of heaven have a word popping up in their hearts: Mount Tai Feng Zen.

It is a special activity that only the Son of Heaven can do.

Overlooking from the long river of history, throughout the ages, there are only seven emperors who have carried out Zen sealing in Mount Tai.

They are Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Guangwu, Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Wu Cao, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, and Emperor Zhenzong of the Song Dynasty.

Of course, among them, Wu Cao's Wu Zhou identity is not recognized, Tang Gaozong and Song Zhenzong, these two goods are purely hard, and they are about to be sprayed by later generations.

Mount Tai sealed Zen, and only the Qin Emperor Han Wu, as well as Emperor Guangwu and Tang Xuanzong, were not sprayed.

In fact, at the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, many people wrote books and strongly hoped that Lao Zhu would go to Mount Tai to seal Zen.

After all, Lao Zhu won the world from a bowl and restored the Han family that had been occupied by foreign races for a hundred years.

However, Lao Zhu rejected all of the words of this Zen.

The reason is also simple, one is that Mount Tai requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and all that is consumed is the people's fat and people's ointment.

This is obviously a great load for the Ming Dynasty, which has just experienced war and the beginning of peace in the world, and Lao Zhu does not want the people to suffer from this.

The second is that they are disdainful at all.

Since Song Zhenzong forcibly rubbed Mount Tai to seal Zen, he directly lowered the authority of Mount Tai.

Among the great tomorrows, there is also Lao Zhu Di.

In the fourteenth year of Yongle, the Ministry of Rites repeatedly wrote to ask the emperor to go to Mount Tai to seal Zen, but the old Zhu Di was angered, and finally ushered in a scolding from the old Zhu Di.

In the recital that was submitted, hundreds of words were approved, and the translated gist was: "Are you done?" Not enough work saturation? Do you need me to check it out?!

Since then, Yongle has never dared to mention the matter of sealing Zen.

"This should be, the thirteenth year of Kaiyuan."

As the most educated Ah Biao of the old Zhu family, he has been familiar with the Kaiyuan record.

Ah Biao stared at the position of the podium, which was in the holographic projection of the Dengfeng Altar, on the side of the immortal master, at this moment there was a majestic man wearing the imperial crown, who was solemnly carrying out the Dengfeng ceremony.

This person is Li Longji, also known as Tang Xuanzong, Tang Ming Emperor.

Emperor Zhengde Zhu Houzhao got up and walked to the side of the Dengfeng altar, compared it with Li Longji who was worshipping the sky at close range, and then grinned.

"Hey, this kid's looks the same as what I have."

Everyone else also came up, wanting to see what Tang Minghuang looked like up close.

However, they did not wait for the gang to walk up to the altar.

The surrounding picture changes rapidly.

This feeling is like a high-burning scene cut quickly, interpreting the extreme Tang Dynasty at a very fast speed, and everyone is stunned in place, looking around, looking at the eyes in amazement.

It was a scene of Haiyan River clear, and it was a very prosperous Kaiyuan era.

In their ears, there are voices at the same time, or heroic, or chic, or swallowing mountains and rivers.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance."

"Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you."

"When the concubine laughs on the red dust, no one knows that it is a lychee."

"There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea."

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and does not return......"

“…………”

With the echo of this poetic voice, the surrounding scenery is also changing rapidly, from the very beginning of the prosperous world, suddenly turned into a beacon fire, mountains and rivers cracked, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

"The chariots, the horses, and the pedestrians have bows and arrows at their waists. Ye Niang's wife walked away and saw the dust and did not see the Xianyang Bridge. ”

"The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 gold."

“……………”

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy!"

The picture slowly stops in front of a broken thatched hut, and a man dressed in gray linen clothes looks up to the sky and chants this sentence.

Finally, there was a sudden change, and the picture appeared in a room with a Buddha statue.

"Here it is..."

"Who is she?"

Lao Zhu Abiao, Lao Zhu Di and everyone else have not yet withdrawn from the immersion of the rapidly changing picture just now.

Ji Boying looked slightly, and before he was close at hand, there was a woman's desperate and poignant face.

"Ma Weiyi, Yang Yuhuan."

Ah Biao took a deep breath and acted as the narrator of the audience.

"Is this Yang Yuhuan?"

Lao Zhu frowned, standing beside Ji Boying, his eyes also fell on the poignant face with tears remaining.

The eyes of more than thirty big men fell on the woman's half-covered body at this moment.

Even though these Heavenly Princes have seen countless beautiful women, their hearts can't help but shake at this moment.

A poem consciously emerges in everyone's heart.

'The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ’

Qinglian monk Li Taibai, honest do not deceive me.

Beauty.

For Yang Yuhuan, there is only such a simple word to describe.

Among the four beauties praised in the world, Xi Shi and his people do not know whether they are true or false, Diao Chan is pure fabrication, only Zhaojun and Yuhuan have the exact person.

In later generations, the saying that 'Tang is fat is beautiful' prevailed.

But in fact, plump and fat, those are two completely different concepts, but any experienced veteran driver understands the taste of plump beauty.

For example, Shui Bingbing is a perfect interpretation of Yang Yuhuan.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

At this time, the shooting master, who had never been interested in class, Emperor Zhu Zaikun of Longqing, suddenly became extremely excited.

Because in this Buddhist hall of Ma Weiyi, there are not only Yang Yuhuan, but also two people, the seventy-two-year-old Tang Minghuang, and the attendant Gao Lishi.

At this time, the seventy-two-year-old Emperor Tang Ming was 'shedding his clothes', and the other princes and important ministers of the Son of Heaven also subconsciously held their breath, and no one made a sound, even the monk Yao Guangxiao did not blink.

More than 30 big men, gathering xxx.

‘？？？ ’

Ji Boying looked at it for a while, and he was also momentarily stunned.

‘WOC！ This thing can actually watch movies! ’

His heart suddenly became a little excited, and he suddenly found that the first perspective was of great use.

Two dry coughs.

"Well, this one isn't pretty."

His mind turned, and he directly crossed the content that everyone didn't like to watch, and jumped to the picture after everything was over.

can be clearly heard, the sigh of the Son of Heaven.

…………… (Beginning) ............

In the fifteenth year of Tianbao, Ma Weiyi.

After the mutiny, the forbidden army has surrounded this post station, and Prime Minister Yang Guozhong has been shown to the public.

And the purpose of these forbidden army mutinies is also simple, asking Emperor Ming to issue an order to give Yang Yuhuan to death, and the forbidden army, whose emotions have accumulated to the extreme, cover all the sources of evil on Yang Yuhuan's body, and they will be ruined.

Buddha Hall.

It's over.

Li Longji looked at the poignant woman in front of him, and the old tears couldn't stop pouring out.

"Yuhuan, it's me."

"I'm sorry for you."

Draped in his hair, Yang Yuhuan smiled.

The green jade hand like a tender lotus root was raised, and Gao Lishi, who was kneeling on the side, trembled and handed over a three-foot white silk.

"If you use the body of a jade ring today, you can protect Your Majesty."

"Yuhuan, that's enough."

As he spoke, he grabbed Li Longji's hand, used Li Longji's hand to wrap the white silk around his neck, and slowly closed his eyes.

"San Lang, if there is an afterlife."

"May you and I see each other again."

Tears fell from the corners of cinnabar's eyes.

Li Longji grabbed the two pieces of white silk, and his hands couldn't stop shaking.

Tilting his head and holding his breath, his face showed a sense of determination, and he tightened violently...

……………… (Stop)............

The picture is frozen here.

Like a dream bubble shattered, the surrounding scene returned to the main church.

Ji Boying swept over these princes of the Son of Heaven, and in Lao Zhu and the three Zhu Di, as well as Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen and Hongzhi Emperor Zhu Youji, a sense of sadness could be clearly perceived.

These big tomorrows all have one thing in common, that is, dedication.

Witnessing the scene of Emperor Tang Ming's personal closure of his beloved, it is inevitable that there will be some associations.

"The first illusion is over."

"Who's going to tell me what I've seen from this illusion?"

The voice fell.

Emperor Zhu Zaikun of Longqing didn't know what the demon was, swallowed his saliva, and blurted out.

"Yang Yuhuan is in such a good figure!"

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