"This is..."

Old Zhu Di stood up subconsciously and looked at the changing scene around him.

This was his first time to experience an illusion outside of the classroom at Hongwu Zuixian Tower.

"Brother, can I enter the illusion outside of Zuixian Tower?"

Lao Zhu was quite surprised.

He originally thought that the illusion was a special setting, similar to a magic circle arranged in advance at a fixed location.

After all, he has also been a monk for several years, and has done some research on things like magical artifacts.

‘Brother’s magic can actually cast illusions anytime and anywhere.’

‘Sure enough, he deserves to be one of the Four Pure Ones, the Xuanqing Jiaohua Tianzun.’

Lao Zhu marveled in his heart, and couldn't help but think of this divine name that came from the mouth of young Zhu Houcong.

An idea suddenly came to my mind. After I returned this time, I immediately issued an edict that all Taoist temples across the country must enshrine the statue of Xuanqing Jiaohua Tianzun, and they must be enshrined above the Three Pure Ones.

As for the appearance of this statue, Lao Zhu decided to make a copy of his brother's statue himself when he returned home.

"Master Immortal, is this the Fengtian Palace?"

After Old Zhu Di looked around, he found that this palace was very unfamiliar to him.

But at first glance, I still have some impression.

Original history, the first month of the 19th year of Yongle.

Emperor Yongle moved the capital to Beiping, where he received worship from hundreds of officials and envoys from all over the world at the Fengtian Hall.

In April of the same year, thunder and fire broke out in Fengtian Hall, Huagai Hall, and Jinshen Hall, and all three halls were burned to the ground.

After the fire was extinguished, Zhu Di personally went to the Ancestral Temple and the Altar of Sheji to offer sacrifices. At the same time, he issued an edict saying: What I have done is inappropriate. It is better for me to make changes without concealment and to change my plans in order to return to God's will.

After the sinner issued an edict, all the ministers immediately submitted letters one after another, listing various issues, from moving the capital to the north and marching to the West.

This is also a common practice. Generally, when an emperor issues an edict to sin against himself, he will be followed by a wave of remonstrances. Yongle court officials also thought so. After all, the emperor's edict to sin against himself made it very clear: It is appropriate to treat Chen Wuyin.

However, Emperor Yongle's saucy operation exceeded their expectations and proved to them that "Jun Wu Xiyan" is a joke.

This wave of courtiers who submitted letters were all punished, and those whose words were too violent were directly imprisoned. People like Xiao Yi ended up dead in prison.

(Yongle courtiers gave a thumbs up: Fishing law enforcement 666!!!)

Therefore, the old Zhu Di, who is full of calculations, has actually only worked in Fengtian Palace for a few months, and is not very impressed by the furnishings and layout of Fengtian Palace.

But historically, these three halls were built under the orders of Baozong.

"It seems that in the subsequent era of your Yongle time and space, the three main halls of Fengtian were rebuilt earlier."

The position where Ji Boying and others are standing is above the Jinluan Hall, and at this moment, there is a person sitting on the dragon chair in this hall.

"This person is Zhan Ji?!"

Old Zhu Di's eyes first fell on the person on the dragon throne. He was a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples. The wrinkles on his face showed his age, and he seemed to be at least forty.

"Why am I sitting alone in Fengtian Hall?"

Zhu Zhanji got closer and looked at his middle-aged self in this illusion, a little confused.

At present, in the entire Fengtian Hall, Zhu Zhanji is the only one sitting on the dragon throne, which is naturally a bit abnormal.

However, one can vaguely hear the killing cry outside the hall.

And at this moment.

The sound of footsteps came from outside Fengtian Hall.

Including Ji Boying, everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the palace door.

After all, we are not looking at history now. This is the system's Guozuo simulation of Yongle time and space. Even for Ji Boying, this is a piece of 'history' that has never been seen before.

This feeling is much more exciting than reading Da Ming Unofficial History novels.

Ta,ta,ta.

What caught everyone's attention was a middle-aged and elderly man wearing armor, with a big white beard, and an upright posture. He held a bloody saber in his hand and strode across the threshold of Fengtian Palace.

It is clearly visible that this man only has one right hand, and the sleeve of his left arm is empty.

The moment they saw this person, everyone frowned.

"Second brother!"

Zhu Gaochi exclaimed, and the small dried meat hidden in his hand dropped in shock.

‘Zhu Gaoxu.’

Ji Boying frowned and stared at this old barbecue man who should be close to sixty years old.

…………(beginning)…………

"My nephew, aren't you surprised?"

Zhu Gaoxu's beard was more than half white. He stepped into Fengtian Hall with his sword in hand and looked at Zhu Zhanji in Jinluan Hall, grinning.

Zhu Zhanji, who was sitting on the dragon chair, said nothing.

Just a pair of gloomy vultures, slowly stood up and looked at His Highness Zhu Gaoxu with a bird's eye view.

"Zhu Gaoxu, it's no wonder that I have trusted you so much all these years."

"But you connected with Wala, connected with foreign countries, and took advantage of the emptiness of the capital to launch a sneak attack on the imperial capital."

"Do you want to be Shi Jingtang of the Five Dynasties?!"

"With such traitorous behavior, if you go underground in the future, what will you do to see the late emperor, Emperor Taizong, and Emperor Taizu?!"

(Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di: No need to go underground, we are watching!)

Hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu lowered his head slightly.

Then, support your forehead with your hands.

He laughed, throwing his head back and laughing. This laughter reverberated wildly throughout the Fengtian Temple, and the broken left sleeve floated with the wild laughter.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped.

Zhu Gaoxu's eyes were split and his sockets were bleeding, and he glared at Zhu Zhanji in the Jinluan Palace.

"Do you think I care about who I become?!"

"Do you think I care about Emperor Taizong?!"

"Ancestor, what a fart!"

This sound is almost like a beast's roar.

It was also at this moment that a large number of soldiers poured into Fengtian Hall, carrying three large vats at the same time.

In addition, two people were also escorted into the palace.

These are two old men covered in blood and wearing armor.

Zhang Fu, Fan Zhong.

"Cover it!"

Following Zhu Gaoxu's order, Zhang Fu and Fan Zhong were already covered by the vat before they could curse Zhu Gaoxu, and there was an echo buzzing inside the vat.

Immediately afterwards, a sergeant immediately piled up red-hot carbon around the large vat.

At this moment, a tall middle-aged man wearing velvet armor walked past Fengtian Hall and stood side by side with Zhu Gaoxu.

"My eldest nephew, you are where you are today because you are too stupid."

"You're so stupid that you believe me."

Zhu Gaoxu smiled again, unscrupulously.

"First of all, I will leave this Ming Emperor to you."

"I have only one request."

Zhu Gaoxu raised his hand and patted Ye Xian on the shoulder, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Roast slowly."

Say it.

Zhu Gaoxu, who had already shown the characteristics of crazy criticism, turned around and left Fengtian Hall.

…………(stop)…………

The last scene of the entire illusion is the scene of the Wala soldiers rushing to the Golden Palace.

In the Yangju Palace.

The sound of heavy breathing became the only sound at the moment.

"How could this happen?"
To be continued...