As soon as this word came out, the emperor and his princes raised their eyebrows with curiosity again.

Regarding the Jiajing incident, Ji Boying started talking about it when he took Lao Zhu to Yongle, so only Lao Zhu and Lao Zhu Di knew about it.

"May I ask the immortal master, who is this Jiajing?"

Fatty Hong Xi couldn't help but ask after hearing half of it.

Ji Boying glanced at Hong Xi, the fat man, and smiled.

"The eleventh emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the man closest to immortality among the emperors of the Ming Dynasty."

"Of course, this is all too far-fetched. All you need to know is that he moved your throne out of the Ancestral Temple and gave your father the title of Chengzu."

‘Chengzu?!’

As soon as these two words came out, Zhu Laosi's expression suddenly changed.

Damn it, how dare you do this to me?!

Zhu Laosi, who had just successfully pacified the situation, had only been recognized by Lao Zhu a few days ago.

I just breathed a sigh of relief, and now I heard the words that future generations would give me ancestral names, and I almost had a myocardial infarction.

Xiao Zhusi didn't feel anything at all, because in his opinion, with the appearance of the immortal master, his eldest brother Zhu Biao would never die young, and he had basically no chance of becoming emperor.

Because Old Zhu Di knew it in advance, he didn't have much emotional change, but his brows were also furrowed very tightly, and he made up his mind. When the practical observation class was scheduled for Jiajing Dynasty, he would definitely give this to himself.

The ancestral Jiajing was hung up and whipped.

And the three Zhu Gaochi.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The four words "move out of the Ancestral Temple" boomed in their minds.

Have your tablets been moved?

It’s already very uncomfortable to live, but you won’t be able to feel safe even if you die?!

Don’t bully honest people like this!!!

The bone hammers held in the hands of the three Zhu Gaochi made a squeaking sound. If that boy from Jiajing was in front of the three fat men at this moment, he would probably be beaten into a Jiajing biscuit.

"You don't have to worry about Jiajing's affairs."

"We will go to Jiajing Dynasty in the future, and maybe he will become one of you."

"We are all classmates, we must be harmonious and friendly."

Ji Boying mainly looked at Zhu Di and the three Zhu Gaochi.

He was afraid that one day Jiajing would be brought in and he would be beaten to death by his grandfathers and grandfathers before he could even finish a lesson.

"Don't worry, Immortal Master, we are not such narrow-minded people."

"What's more, he is our descendant. When this Jiajing descendant arrives, we will treat him well."

Old Zhu Di nodded and made a speech as the representative of the three Zhu Di and the three Zhu Gaochi.

Zhu Qizhen, who was squatting aside, was about to cry while covering his swollen forehead as he listened to these words.

You have a lot of energy...

You have so much courage, why are you so heavy-handed?!

With a slash from the back of the sword, my Tianling Gai was almost shattered!

"Um."

Ji Boying nodded in response to Old Zhu Di and continued.

"Let's get back to the subject, let's go back to Tumubao."

"Just a few hours ago, Zhu Yong and the 43,000 battalion of cavalry who went to support the rear of the palace had all died in Yao'erling."

"At this time, Wala Yexian's main force, roughly 30,000 to 50,000 heavy cavalry, was running towards Tumubao at full speed. At the same time, Wala's Alazhiyuan Army had already occupied Huailai City, blocking the army's retreat route back to Juyong Pass.

And he is leading his army towards the Guishui River."

Ji Boying paused for a moment, played with the ruler in his hand, and looked at the group of emperors and princes of the Ming Dynasty.

"Give you a chance."

"Personally save the national destiny of the orthodox Ming Dynasty."

The current Tumu Fort is like a decisive move on a black and white chessboard.

Wala's situation is almost set, and it's just the last step away from sealing it.

If the Ming Dynasty had not started to fight back before Wala completed this step, even if the God of War was still alive, he would not be able to escape misfortune.

Hearing this, Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi, Xiao Zhusi, these militants all had bright eyes.

Yu Qian became even more indescribably excited.

What he was excited about was not the war, but the opportunity to see Tumubao avenge his shame with his own eyes! To be able to personally restore the national destiny of the orthodox Ming Dynasty and shape the new Tumubao battle with his own hands!

Although this incident did not happen in his own world, for Qian, it is a rare event for anyone who is an official in the orthodox government and has a great future.

Only Zhu Neng, whose large intestine had passed through his small intestine and was near the exit, now all flowed back, and he was stunned on the spot.

The reason is also simple. There is only one person mentioned by Ji Boying in that sentence.

His eldest son Zhu Yong died just now.

"Xuda."

Lao Zhu looked at Xu Da, they were old partners, and they could understand each other just by looking at each other.

"Don't worry, superior. As long as we're here, we won't do any bullshit. We don't care about his ancestors. What can he do if he is a great-grandson? We will kill him without leaving a trace."

Yongle old Zhu Di also looked at Liu Sheng.

"You immediately go to the Shenji Camp to take over the military power."

"yes!"

Liu Sheng cupped his fists and accepted the order.

With him as the first artillery commander of the Shenji Battalion, the combat power of the Shenji Battalion can at least double.

"Your Highness, I will be the vanguard in this battle."

Zhu Neng stood up and looked at Zhu Laosi with firm eyes. At this moment, Zhu Neng's eyes were already burning.

These grazing bastards from Mobei actually dare to mess with my son. If I don’t chop him alive today, my surname will not be Zhu!

Zhu Laosi looked at Lao Zhu.

"We authorize Xu Da to command the entire army. How to mobilize the troops is Xu Da's business. You don't need to ask us."

Xu Da nodded.

"Whoever joins this battle, come out with me."

After saying that, Xu Da turned around and walked out of the house.

Xiao Zhu Si and Yongle Zhu Zhanji were the first to follow. These two young men were young, strong and the most bellicose.

Hong Xi and Zhu Zhanji were silent for a moment and then followed.

Emperor Xuande didn't even stop.

These ministers of the orthodox dynasty, including the leading generals in the army, were basically his ministers when he was in power.

In the current Tumu Fort, it is most appropriate for him to take charge of the overall situation, exercise imperial power, and delegate military power to Xu Da.

Even if it is passed back to the imperial court, it will be the late emperor's sanctification.

Hong Xi, Zhu Gaoxu, Yu Qian, Liu Sheng, and Zhu Neng all followed. Only the three fat men who had a tacit understanding stayed behind. It was a bit difficult for the horse to let these three hundred kilograms of meat mount the horse for the battle.

"Oh, I forgot something."

Xu Da walked to the door and then walked back quickly.

He grabbed Wang Zhen's hair and dragged Wang Zhen, who was lying on the ground, out like a dead dog.

Eunuch Wang, who was originally thought to be half dead, suddenly started twitching like a frog, squealing and struggling desperately.

But what kind of person is Xu Da? In his hands, Wang Zhen is almost like a chicken.

'Pretending to be dead again.'

Ji Boying glanced at the dead eunuch.

"Wei Guogong."

When Xu Da was about to reach the threshold, Ji Boying shouted to stop, and Xu Da quickly turned around.

"Master Immortal, please give me your instructions."

"When arranging troops, you don't need to consider leaving a garrison in the earthen fort."

"You can use all the troops in the Tumubao camp for attack."
To be continued...