As soon as Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen's words fell, other voices followed, all full of anger.

"We must capture this Nurhachi alive and subdue the Jingshi! Ling Chi was executed! ”

"Cut in half! Must be cut in half! ”

"No, Ling Chi first, when he is about to die, then cut in half!"

“……………”

The princes of the Ming Dynasty all looked menacing, and they had even begun to ponder new tortures.

It's understandable to have these emotions.

After all, from the perspective of these great emperors, the Jurchen clan represented by Nurhachi is a group of wild men who drink blood, and they are alien races that invade the Han family.

This is even more unbearable than seeing Li Zicheng break through Beiping City, after all, Li Zicheng is still a Han, and the Jurchen braids deserve a thousand cuts.

"Stop."

Ji Boying glanced at these princes of heaven.

Let the gang continue to discuss, and they don't know what kind of torture they will come up with.

For Ji Boying, his core purpose is to extend the Ming Kingdom Zuo in various time and space, and to prolong the Guozuo of Wanli time and space, the Battle of Salhu is an indispensable key.

Make a simple what if.

If the battle of Salhu ends in a complete victory for the Ming Dynasty, then the following possibilities will appear in the future.

First, the Houjin led by Nurhachi will collapse directly, after all, after the Jianzhou Jurchens closed the Liaodong trade in Wanli and stopped importing Jurchen ginseng, they couldn't even afford to eat, and no one wanted more than 100,000 catties of ginseng when it was soaked and rotten, so they could only feed the wild boars.

This battle of Salhu is a battle in which the wild boar skins fight their old book.

And after the defeat, in order to eat, there is a high probability that the Jurchen tribes will regain their allegiance to the Ming Dynasty, just like the Jurchen Yehe Division, which will become part of the Ming Dynasty's national defense and combat strength.

Of course, the Ming Dynasty can also choose to exterminate all the Jurchen tribes to prevent future troubles.

Second, the elite royal division used to conquer wild boar skins was able to return to Beijing, so that the rebellion of Lu'an a few years later would most likely not be a disaster for more than ten years, and the imperial court had enough military strength to quell the rebellion in a short period of time.

Third, if the Sarhu is victorious, there will be no endless levies on the three salaries, and the large-scale peasant uprising will not cover the northwest so quickly, and the follow-up Ming Dynasty will not fall into a situation of internal and external difficulties.

Of course, there is no such thing as 'if' in the original history.

But here is Ji Boying, it is different, the main thing is that everything is possible.

I am about to talk about the internal affairs of the Wanli period.

Suddenly.

Ji Boying thought of a thing, which in Ji Boying's opinion, was very important to Longqing time and space.

"I'm going to bring someone and discuss a cup of tea freely."

Throw down a sentence.

As soon as the words fell, the shadow of the immortal master disappeared from the podium.

Regarding Ji Boying's sudden departure, it is not surprising that the princes of heaven in the audience are not surprised, the immortal master has his own arrangement of the immortal master, and they are more concerned about the issue of the battle of Salhu at the moment.

As Ji Boying left, the whole class exploded in an instant, and a lot of discussions began.

Lao Zhu didn't stop it, after all, when the immortal master left, he said that this cup of tea, free discussion, is allowed to speak.

There is only one main core discussion point among the princes of heaven, that is, how to fight to win this battle of Sarhu, and how to kill this Nurhachi.

"Although this Yang Hao has an unshirkable responsibility, I think that the bigger problem that led to the defeat of Salhu should be on Wanli."

Ah Biao listened to the meeting, and most of them attributed the blame to Yang Hao, and then spoke.

"But the immortal master has already said that my son Zhu Yijun is the master of Zhongxing, so I think the incompetence of the coach should be the main factor."

Zhu Zaikun, who had never dared to speak much in front of his ancestors, was unexpectedly rare to sing in the ring with Ah Biao at this time, and he was bound to correct his good name.

Perhaps for Longqing Zhu Zaikun, this cub is his only chance to turn over in front of his ancestors in this class.

"Guys, look at the map."

Just when everyone was arguing about the battle of Salhu, the young man Zhu Houzhao took out a map from his arms with a smile, and after spreading it out on this table, it turned out to be a detailed map of the nine sides of the Ming Dynasty.

Everyone was stunned, especially Emperor Zhu Youji, who had question marks written on his head.

What does this kid think about every day, he actually carries a nine-sided map with him.

Only Wuzong Zhu Houzhao can understand the inner thoughts of Zhu Houzhao, a young man in Hongzhi, after all, this is how he survived back then, and he dreamed of going to the border to fight a battle and play the national prestige of the Ming Dynasty.

Suddenly, everyone gathered around the unfolded map and looked at the location of Sarhu.

"Get out of the way, grandpa is here."

Lao Zhu walked off the podium with his hands behind his back, and the descendants of the Zhu family hurriedly made way and gave up the center C position to Lao Zhu, and Lao Zhu Di and Ah Biao were by their sides.

Then, spit flew, and everyone began to express their opinions on the map, regardless of whether the sergeant was moving or not.

Some said that they should not divide their troops and marched, while others said that it was because the Western Route Army was too rash.

"Dividing into forces is not dividing troops, and with the terrain of Salhu, there is nothing wrong with dividing and entering."

"And the Western Route Army is not wrong to choose to rush forward."

"The core of Sarhu's defeat lies in the fact that none of the four armies can support Nurhachi's short-term charge."

"As long as there is one army that can hold Nurhachi, even if it is only for a day, the other three roads can complete the encirclement in the starry night and carry out a battle of encirclement and annihilation of the Jin army."

"Dividing and encircling is the final strategy."

Old Zhu Di's eyes were sharp, and he said in a condensed voice.

………………………………

Longqing time and space.

Wenhua Palace, side hall school.

Zhang Juzheng was holding his beautiful beard and looking at the nine-year-old child in front of him with a smile.

This child is white and clean, a little fat, especially the fat little face, which makes people want to pinch it, this is the crown prince Zhu Yijun.

In March of the second year of Longqing, Zhu Yijun was officially canonized as the crown prince by Zhu Zaikun and was in the East Palace.

Since the age of five, Zhu Yijun has been studying and studying extremely hard, and can be said to be an excellent successor to the standard royal family.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, this article "Lizheng", just now you have memorized three paragraphs wrongly, and you have to copy ten times if you mispronounce seventeen words."

Lao Zhang used the gentlest language to say the most cruel punishment to a primary school student, copying books.

"Well, follow the gentleman's words."

Faced with the punishment of copying books, Xiao Wanli did not feel the slightest displeasure, but respectfully saluted Zhang Shuai.

In fact, it's not that Xiao Wanli loves to copy books, the main thing is that he can't copy them.

As long as he dares to say a 'no', the news will inevitably reach the ears of his mother, Li Guifei, and what Xiao Wanli will face next is not as simple as simply copying books.

The next approximate process is that he will be summoned into the harem by Concubine Li, and then punished for kneeling, and he will start in half an hour as soon as he kneels.

Xiao Wanli has just finished saluting here.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he suddenly looked behind Zhang Juzheng, but he didn't panic.

"Who are you?"

Xiao Wanli calmly drank.

In terms of this bearing alone, this nine-year-old prince really has a bit of heavenly majesty.

When Zhang Juzheng heard the sound, he reacted instantly, subconsciously turned around and looked, and when he saw that it was a familiar immortal master, his face was immediately overjoyed, and he hurriedly got up and bowed.

"Zhang Juzheng, meet the immortal master."

"His Royal Highness the Prince, come with me to meet the Immortal Master."

While saluting, he urged Zhu Yijun.

Zhu Yijun was stunned.

'Immortal Master? ’

'Immortals? ’

'Phew! ’

Although he is only nine years old today, he has been reading since he was five years old, and he already has his own views and cognitions of things in this world.

Immortals are.

"Mr. Zhang, this person is lying to you, how can there be any immortals in the world."

Zhu Yijun, who is only nine years old, is righteous and stern.

"Your Highness, the immortal master is the Xuanqing Sect Tianzun, and this time the dust is to extend the country for my Ming Dynasty."

"Blasphemy against immortals will cause calamity, and Your Highness must not talk nonsense."

Zhang Juzheng accentuated his tone.

"Zi said: Zi Bu is silent, and the strange power is confused."

"Sir, this is what you taught this palace before."

The meaning of this huge saying is that a gentleman should keep the right path in his heart and stay away from ghosts and gods, otherwise he will be controlled by ghosts and gods.

Zhang Juzheng looked stunned.

I was educated by a nine-year-old doll, but I can't refute it.

Because, this is indeed taught by himself, he still remembers that after he finished this paragraph, he solemnly warned Zhu Yijun not to blindly learn ghosts and gods like his grandfather, ghosts and gods should be respected, but they must stay away from them, and they must believe that hard work can prosper the country.

Maybe this is just to slap yourself in the face and shoot yourself in the foot.

For a while, Zhang Juzheng was speechless.

"Who are you, who trespassed into the Wenhua Palace, and dared to bewitch the court elder in front of the palace, you can know that you are guilty of a lot of sin!"

Xiao Wanli flicked his sleeves and scolded sharply.

"Your Highness, don't be disrespectful!"

Zhang Juzheng panicked, and hurriedly grabbed Zhu Yijun, for fear that this kid would continue to say something rebellious, and once he angered the immortal master, it would be over.

"Hmph."

"I didn't expect this demon to be Mr. Bewitched to come here."

"If this palace is succumbed to your demon law today, what kind of face will it have to occupy the position of this Ming East Palace!"

Zhu Yijun glared at the person in front of him angrily, although he was young, he said this one after another.

The voice fell.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt directly shattered the eaves of the Wenhua Palace.

Before Xiao Wanli could react, another thunder sounded, and the thunder fell on Zhu Yijun's head impartially.

Suddenly, Zhu Yijun felt a sense of paralysis hit his body.

This thunder, Ji Boying deliberately controlled the amount, when the previous system update package was updated, the function of 'thunder punishment' was optimized, so that Ji Boying was able to control the intensity of this thunder.

The thunder that just fell on Zhu Yijun's body, Ji Boying adjusted the intensity to within 36 volts that the human body could accept.

Thump.

Zhu Yijun knelt down instantly.

"Boy Zhu Yijun, meet Xuanqing Sect Tianzun!"

Zhang Juzheng on the side was stunned, this knelt down? Wasn't it very horizontal just now?

I saw Zhu Yijun looking at Zhang Juzheng very solemnly.

"Zuo Chuanyun: If you know your mistakes, you can change them, and you can do a great deal."

'Interesting. ’

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Yijun who was kneeling and saluting him, this little fat man was quite interesting, and he couldn't see the shadow of the rotten back at all.

Sure enough, the changes in a person's life are subversive.

Then he glanced at Zhang Juzheng.

"You've taught a good student."

Zhang Juzheng hurriedly smiled with a salute.

"The immortal master praises, the immortal master praises."

Ji Boying glanced at the table when Xiao Wanli was studying, it was already full of all kinds of books, and there was a feeling of a 100-day sprint, a three-year college entrance examination and a five-year simulation.

A nine-year-old child, so strict, has no childhood happiness at all.

This reminded him of Zhu Yijun in history, after the death of Longqing and the accession of Xiao Wanli to the throne, Zhang Juzheng can be said to be both a courtier and a father to Wanli.

The strictness of the management of Wanli is simply outrageous.

Even, when Zhang Juzheng gave Wanli a lesson, even if Xiao Wanli wrote a wrong word, Zhang Juzheng had to reprimand him loudly in person, and completely did not give Wanli, who had already ascended the throne, the slightest face that should belong to the emperor.

As for having fun, it's even more impossible.

In Lao Zhang's concept, Zhu Yijun wants to be a generation of saints comparable to Yao Shun, and even the consumption of food and drink has to be saved, and he can't add a few dishes during the New Year.

On the contrary, Lao Zhang was extravagant and wasteful, never restrained, and had a feeling of 'only the first assistant was allowed to set fires, and the emperor was not allowed to light the lamp'.

When Wanli found out about this, he was really angry and didn't fall asleep for several nights.

Once, Zhu Yijun beat the palace people when he was drunk, he was the emperor of the dynasty, don't say that he just beat a palace person when he was drunk, even if he was killed, it was not a matter.

But after Zhang Juzheng learned of this, he immediately expanded the situation, wrote in the name of the cabinet, and directly caused the matter in front of Wanli's mother, Empress Dowager Li, who called Zhu Yijun to scold him angrily, and then threw a copy of "Han Shu" to Zhu Yijun, and turned to "Huo Guang Biography".

The general meaning is that if you don't listen to Zhang Shoufu's words, you will be abolished today.

Good guy, Wanli woke up in an instant.

In the end, Zhang Juzheng rushed to the scene and ended with the punishment of kneeling Wanli for three hours.

"I'm going to take him to a class."

Ji Boying said lightly.

In the time and space of Longqing, Zhu Zaikun, who only knows how to play shooting, is completely wasted, and Ji Boying's only expectation for Zhu Zaikun is to take care of his body and extend the standby time.

Since the tuba is abolished, it is natural to start practicing the trumpet.

Let Xiao Wanli listen to it and see the road that Lao Wanli has walked in another time and space, this kind of education is the most direct.

After all, Xiao Wanli, who is now nine-year-old, seems to have very good qualifications and has the style of a wise gentleman.

"The prince is very fortunate to be taught by the immortal master."

Zhang Juzheng replied repeatedly.

"Hmm."

Ji Boying let out a slight 'um', and then the kneeling Xiao Wanli disappeared on the spot.

Then, his eyes fell on Zhang Juzheng.

After thinking for a moment, Ji Boying spoke.

"Zhang Juzheng, there is one thing, I remind you."

Zhang Juzheng's face was straight.

"Please give the immortal master's advice, Zhang Juzheng must keep it in mind."

"Your teaching to Zhu Yijun, you must remember to guide him first, explore his spontaneity, instead of blindly persecuting and blindly dissecting too strictly, I hope you can become a beacon in his imperial career, not a lingering nightmare."

Anyway.

Ji Boying's figure disappeared in place.

'Lighthouse. ’

'Nightmare. ’

Zhang Juzheng frowned, pondering the words that the Immortal Master had said to him.

…………………………

Hongwu time and space, drunken immortal building.

When Ji Boying came back, the students in the entire class, from Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang to Zhu Zaikun, a shooting expert, were all around Xiao Wanli in a circle, and everyone was extremely interested in this cute little chubby dun.

"This is our ninth grandson."

Lao Zhu was obviously very happy with the appearance of this little chubby dun, and pinched Xiao Wanli's fat face with a smile.

This kind of elderly person has always been very close to the children of the next generation, which is the so-called intergenerational parent.

What's more, at this time in Lao Zhu's heart, Wanli is a master of Zhongxing, and his love is beyond words.

Lao Zhu Di laughed a few times, pinching it here and there on Xiao Wanli's body, which made Xiao Wanli uncomfortable, and there was a feeling of being collectively molested by a group of old uncles and uncles.

If it weren't for his father, Zhu Zaikun, who introduced these people in advance, these people are all ancestors, Xiao Wanli would have run away.

"The Immortal Master is back."

Ah Biao's voice pulled everyone back with a word.

The word "children and grandchildren" is a breathing sting for Ah Biao.

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