Zhu Zaikun's abrupt voice instantly broke the atmosphere of the classroom.

'Smack'.

The crisp slap sound was instantaneous.

Jiajing Immortal reacted the fastest, and gave Zhu Zaikun a big mouth with his backhand, directly slapping this little shooting master.

Emperor Longqing told us a truth with his personal experience, revealing his true feelings and telling the truth, sometimes in exchange for not necessarily the praise of others, but also his father's big compulsion.

"You gibberish, unfilial son, what pickled stuff is you thinking about all day long?!"

Zhu Zaikun subconsciously covered his swollen left face, and couldn't help but be angry in his heart, after all, he had been an emperor for more than five years, and he was somewhat proud in his heart.

But when he inadvertently saw the mace lifted and put down in his grandfather's hand, he instantly came to his senses.

Daddy's slap just now, that is not hitting himself, but loving himself properly!

It's much more comfortable to be beaten by my father's mace than to be beaten by my grandfather's mace.

"If you have my three points of heroism, why did you become like this!"

Jiajing Immortal added another sentence.

This made Ji Boying stunned, with you three points of heroism?

If there are three points of heroic martial arts, it is estimated that the Ming Dynasty will end in Wanli.

"Zhu Zaikun."

Lao Zhu looked at Zhu Zaikun, his voice was indifferent, his eyes were cold, and Zhu Zaikun's back was cold, and his heart was churning.

"Too, grandpa."

Hard-headed, Zhu Zaikun bowed down to listen to the training.

"Can't you see that my brother just used this illusion to warn us that as the Son of Heaven, we should abide by our body and mind, and remember the difficulties of red faces and disasters."

"From today onwards, you will not be allowed to get close to women for a year, and if you dare to disobey, we will directly abolish you."

Obviously, the 'waste' mentioned in Lao Zhu's mouth is not the abolition of the emperor's throne.

It's physical scrapping.

From a medical point of view, it is a physical crit that cuts off the ability to reproduce.

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu, he really didn't want to warn these emperors to abide by their bodies and minds.

When the emperor marries a few more wives, it is a normal operation, after all, the number of heirs is also an important indicator in the assessment of an emperor.

Ah Biao on the side spoke in a deep voice at this time.

"In this first fantasy, taking Emperor Tang Ming before and after as an example, it can be seen that the changes of kings affect the world."

"A woman can't affect the survival of the empire in essence."

As soon as the words came out, everyone's thinking instantly changed from what Lao Zhu said, and combined with the theme of 'the king and the people' mentioned before entering the illusion, there was a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Lao Zhu was stunned when he heard this, embarrassed, and seemed to be wrong again.

"Hmm."

Ji Boying bowed slightly, and gave Ah Biao an appreciative look, I have to say that this kid is getting more and more up-to-the-road, and he is a little closer to becoming an immortal assistant teacher.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the red face is in trouble, Xia Zhiyuxi, Shang Zhidaji, Zhou Zhibao, Jin Zhili Ji, and also Tang Yang Yuhuan.

The historians unceremoniously deducted the cauldron of the collapse of the dynasty on the heads of these women, wrote a special book, and condemned these women to the crime of bringing disaster to the country and the people and bewitching the monarch.

However, is the death of a country really because of a woman who did not exercise power (Cixi's unauthorized power does not count)?

From the history books of the Eight Classics, I have never seen Daji, Bao Xi and others interfering in court politics.

In fact, Xia Zhi's death was due to Xia Wei's tyranny and unreasonableness, Shang's death was due to the accumulation of dynasties, and the death of the Western Zhou Dynasty was more due to the turmoil in the royal family.

As for Li Longji's late festival, it was because in his early years, in order to improve the efficiency of the border towns and to allow the border towns to act cheaply, he delegated all the powers of the military, government, and finance to the envoys of various localities.

The original plan was to wait for stability and then exercise moderation in the future, but after the Tang Dynasty entered the prosperous era, Li Longji directly floated, and his heart was so big that he completely forgot about this.

Even if there is no Yang Yuhuan in Datang, An Lushan should be opposed.

And even if there is no An Lushan, there will be Li Lushan and Wang Lushan in the future, but it is only a matter of time.

Then, Ji Boying patted Lao Zhu next to him on the shoulder again.

"What Lao Zhu just said also has some truth, you should be proportionate in your treatment of women, and you must not be overindulgent."

Express your agreement with Lao Zhu's views and appropriately alleviate Lao Zhu's embarrassment in front of his children and grandchildren.

Words fall.

All the sons of heaven nodded yes one after another, among the sixteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty, there are not many people who are obsessed with women.

"Especially you, Zhu Zaikun."

Ji Boying looked at Emperor Longqing, who was covering his face and feeling uncomfortable.

"Since your Zhu family ancestor has strictly ordered you not to get close to women for a year, you have to obey the order, and I will supervise this matter together."

"If you commit a crime, Heaven will punish you."

Zhu Zaikun instantly felt a sigh in his heart after hearing this.

Originally, what he thought was that he and his grandfather were not in the same time and space anyway, and I was secretly playing a small game of pleasure at home, how could my grandfather know that my grandfather could still stare at me for twelve hours day and night?

But now it's different, the immortal master represents the heavens.

God, everywhere...!

How will we live the rest of our lives? ’

'Shoot me off and kill me!' ’

Ji Boying ignored Zhu Zaikun's expression that was almost about to collapse.

Originally, he was going to treat Zhu Zaikun for addiction, but Lao Zhu's appearance was just right for him, saving him trouble.

"First question, remember."

Ji Boying swept over everyone, and the princes of the Son of Heaven were all stunned, and they all pricked up their ears.

"How to ensure the consistency of the monarch."

In history, the late Ming monarchs, Qi Huangong, Liang Wu Emperor Xiao Yan, etc. abound.

It was just a few years that the whole country suffered irreparable damage.

In the era of absolute monarchy, the monarch is the core factor that cannot be separated from the basic structure of the empire, and it is nonsense to talk about the basic situation of the empire without talking about the king of the country.

"It's a difficult problem to solve, so keep it in mind first."

"Wait until we've finished the next fantasy and talk about it together."

Ji Boying took a breath.

"The basic task of maintaining an empire lies in man, and man is divided into kings and people."

"What we were looking at just now is Jun."

"Next, look at the people."

Ah Biao added in due course.

"Water can carry a boat, and it can also capsize a boat."

Just as Ji Boying was about to turn on the next projection, Emperor Zhengde Zhu Houzhao suddenly spoke, with doubts on his face.

"Immortal Master, I still don't understand a little, how the basic plate of the empire is divided into kings and people, and what is the connection between this?"

"Why aren't those powerful gentry in this basic plate?"

As soon as these words came out, most of the others showed the same puzzled looks.

After all, in their cognition, the powerful gentry should be the backbone of this empire.

Obviously, these princes didn't understand at first, but they all pretended to understand, and only Wuzong Zhu Houzhao bravely asked his doubts.

Ji Boying glanced at everyone and was silent for a moment.

"I'll explain it to you when the next illusion is over."

When the words fell, the surrounding scene changed instantly.

Suddenly, there was the sound of cannons and the sound of fighting.

The princes of heaven looked around, and found that this was obviously a city with many private houses and courtyards, but at this time it was reduced to a battlefield.

"Huh? How does this city gate that is being attacked look familiar? ”

Yongle Da Fat looked at the city that was being attacked in front of him, and subconsciously asked questions.

"Dad, this is the door of our family, the Zhengyang Gate of the Nine Gates of the Beijing Division."

Yongle Xiaozhu often wanders around the capital, and he is very familiar with the nine gates of the capital.

Lao Zhu frowned when he heard this.

His Hongwu time and space have not yet been in Shuntian, so Lao Zhu can't tell where this is, but Lao Zhu Di and a group of future monarchs, they have all lived in Shuntian Mansion for decades, so they can naturally recognize it.

'The inner gate of the Jingshi has been attacked?! ’

It's all a tight-heartedness, and I roughly guessed what was going on.

Especially the old Zhu Di, his chest has begun to rise and fall.

"Brother, what is this battle?"

Although there was already a hidden guess in his heart, Lao Zhu still asked.

"The last battle of the Ming Dynasty."

Ji Boying said lightly.

Suddenly, everyone present was stunned, and subconsciously held their breath, they never thought that they would be alive to see the scene of the fall of Daming.

"This battle doesn't look fierce."

"And these siege soldiers, how is the armor they wear messy, and my Ming Dynasty died at the hands of this rabble?"

Zhengde Zhu Hou looked at it for a long time, and subconsciously said.

The Dashun Army was originally a group of peasants and deserters, and even if there was temporary military training, the structure was very rough.

And at this moment, I saw that the city gate, which was originally impenetrable, suddenly opened.

This peasant army, which was besieging the city, suddenly poured into the city like a tide.

"This...!"

Lao Zhu was stunned.

Old Zhu Di was even more angry in an instant.

But anyone with a bit of intelligence knows what's going on.

Judging from the siege momentum and siege equipment of this peasant army, with the sturdiness of the nine gates of the capital, as long as they are resolutely defended, the probability of the city gate being breached is very low.

It's a pity that there was no Yu Qian at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and some were just a bunch of two or five boys.

"The one who ordered the opening of the city gate was Zhang Jinyan, the new secretary of the military department."

"By the way, this person was promoted from the military department to the secretary of the military department."

From the seventh grade to the second grade, if the promotion speed is placed in normal times, it is naturally grateful to the emperor.

But now that the soldiers are coming to the city, it is a typical 'others steal a donkey, you pull out the peg'.

"Zhang Jinyan."

A cold light flashed in Lao Zhu's eyes, and he memorized the name firmly.

I decided in my heart that when I went to Chongzhen Dynasty, the first thing I did was to hammer this Zhang Jinyan to death with my own hands.

"Of course, what you see is the last gate of Ming and death."

"Before this, the eunuch Du Zhizhi and the general soldier Tang Tong surrendered without a fight, and surrendered Juyong Pass, Qiu Maohua, the prefect of Zhending Prefecture, and Xie Sufu, the guerrilla general, surrendered when they heard the news, and Li Jiantai, a cabinet scholar, surrendered in Baoding, and the eunuch defending the city took the lead in opening the Guangning Gate on the west side of the outer city of the Beijing Division, and welcomed the anti-king into the city."

Ji Boying's voice was very light and faint.

But when it fell on the ears of Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi and a group of incumbent emperors, it was like five thunderbolts in an instant.

Even Zhu Zaikun, who was thinking about how to 'shoot from the sky', was on fire when he listened.

It's simply, sold all the way!

Lao Zhu even remembered the names of 'Du Zhizhi, Tang Tong, Li Jiantai' in his heart.

When the time comes, there is one to cut the other.

Swish.

The surrounding scene changed again in an instant.

The sound of the fight disappeared, and this time, it was the scorching sun at noon, and the sound of noisy cheers was in my ears.

"Deshengmen."

Yu Qian, one of the important ministers, frowned at this time.

In the defense of Beiping that year, as the commander-in-chief, he personally guarded Deshengmen.

Here he repelled Warat, saved the Ming Dynasty, and made immortal feats.

In the holographic projection, Yu Qian's location at the moment is where he used to be guarded, looking at the Desheng Gate that has been wide open, looking at the anti-king army that has entered the city, and his eyes show a bit of sadness.

'The gates of the city, which I once defended to the death, were not breached from the outside, but were opened from the inside, and were not breached by foreign races, but were trodden by my own people. ’

How tragic. ’

"This person is Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang."

"Those who destroy the Ming Dynasty with their own hands."

Ji Boying raised his finger and went to the middle of the army, there was a man in the middle of the crowd, with prominent cheekbones, deep sunken eye sockets, eagle looking at wolves, wearing a red armor, riding a tall white horse, with five big characters written on his face: 'I'm too good'.

When Lao Zhu heard this, his eyes were instantly cold.

"Brother, if we go to Chongzhen for a while, can we see this Li Zicheng."

"We're going to have a few tricks with him."

Lao Zhu clenched his mace, and his eyes showed the fierce color of a gladiator.

Looking at Lao Zhu's posture, it seems that he is planning to play a peak duel 1V1 with Huang Laier (Li Zicheng's nickname).

"And me."

"I'm going to him too!"

"Add me one!"

“…………”

(Li Zicheng: Didn't you say a good 1V1?!) ）

Just when the other princes of heaven were all looking at Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang.

Only Ah Biao's eyes fell on the people on both sides of the street from the beginning, who were cheering the Dashun army into the city, and their eyes were full of complex and indescribable compassion.

"The anti-thieves broke the city into Beijing, and the people of Beijing greeted each other like this."

"If the people's hearts have been lost so far, how can the world not be lost, how can the country not be destroyed, and how can the society not die."

"The death of my Ming Dynasty is not the death of this Li Zicheng, but the death of the people."

"The second question that the immortal master said, I think it should be."

"How to stabilize the hearts of the people in the world."

Ah Biaoyin fell, and the other princes of heaven were stunned, they really didn't find this detail problem.

And this is the key to this illusion.

"It seems that Ah Biao is the only one who takes classes seriously."

As soon as the immortal master spoke, the illusion disappeared in an instant.

Ji Boying glanced at these princes of heaven, and his eyes were sharp.

"You guys, what are you doing with all your brains, it's useless to keep the head on your neck, just find a piece of tofu and kill it as soon as possible."

Scolded.

None of these sons of heaven dared to speak up.

"Go back to your seats and reflect seriously."

In a word.

The princes of the Son of Heaven all lowered their heads one by one and quickly returned to their seats.

"Brother, when will we go to the Chongzhen Dynasty, can we advance some time."

Lao Zhu lowered his voice and said beside Ji Boying.

This is the third time Lao Zhu has asked Ji Boying this question, which shows that Lao Zhu's obsession with the Ming Dynasty and Chongzhen's dynasty has taken root.

It's no wonder that Lao Zhu, any of the founding kings can't bear to sit back and watch the dynasty he opened up single-handedly overturn.

Ji Boying could even imagine that once he went to Chongzhen's time and space, Lao Zhu would probably take the lead in beating Chongzhen, and then sit on the dragon chair by himself and start to work across time and space.

But even then, it didn't work.

The quagmire that the Chongzhen Dynasty is in has long been a problem that can be solved by simply changing the emperor.

"No hurry, it's coming."

Ji Boying patted Lao Zhu's shoulder and motioned for Lao Zhu to return to his position first.

Lao Zhu took a deep breath, nodded, and then sat back.

Then, Ji Boying moved a little bit on the table that had been brought to the podium earlier.

Holographic projection on.

It's just that this time it is not a projection of a certain historical fragment, but according to Ji Boying's needs, a very interesting three-dimensional structure is projected on this table.

This structure is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower.

On the first floor below, there are dense small figures, stacked together in a circle.

On the second layer in the center, there is a black and gold imperial crown, and next to this imperial crown, there are two circles of large and small, various hats floating quietly in a ring.

On the third layer is the Kyushu Continent, which stands at the top with the support of the emperor and the villain.

The eyes of all the princes and ministers of the Son of Heaven were attracted by the novelty on this table, and they couldn't help but wonder what this was for.

"This will solve the doubts in your hearts."

After the explanation tools were ready, Ji Boying glanced at Emperor Zhu Houzhao of Zhengde.

"Repeat the question you just asked out loud."

"癸一" is the student name of Emperor Zhu Houzhao of Zhengde.

"Yes!"

Emperor Zhengde hurriedly stood up and repeated the question he had just asked aloud with emotion.

"Why should the empire's basic plate be divided into kings and people?"

"Why aren't the gentry in this basic plate?"

Words fall.

Ji Boying beckoned to Emperor Zhu Houzhao of Zhengde.

"You come up."

Wuzong Zhu Houzhao looked overjoyed, and hurriedly got on the podium, gathered at this table, and looked at the projected three-layer structure up close, with a look of impatient novelty.

"Immortal Master, how do you play this?"

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PS: I wrote it until half past three last night, and I almost sent it.

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