As soon as Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen finished speaking, other voices followed, all full of hostility.

"We must capture Nurhachi alive and subdue the capital! Let him be executed in Lingchi!"

"Cut in half! Must be cut in half!"

"No, let's slow down first, and then cut him in half when he's about to die!"

"…………"

All the emperors and princes of the Ming Dynasty looked menacing, and they had even begun to think about new torture methods.

I can understand this sentiment.

After all, from the perspective of these great emperors, the Jurchen clan represented by Nurhachi are a group of savages who drink blood and are a foreign race that invades the Han family.

This is even more unbearable than seeing Li Zicheng conquer the city of Peking. After all, Li Zicheng is still a Han, and the Jurchen pigtails are worth a thousand cuts.

"Stop."

Ji Boying glanced at these emperors and princes.

If we let these people continue to discuss, we don’t know what kind of torture they will produce.

For Ji Boying, his core purpose is to prolong the Ming Dynasty in various time and space, and to prolong the Wanli time and space, the Battle of Saarhu is an indispensable key.

Make a simple what-if.

If the Battle of Saarhu ends in a complete victory for the Ming Dynasty, the following possibilities will arise in the future.

First, Houjin headed by Nurhaci will collapse directly. After all, Jianzhou Jurchen and other wild boar skins can no longer afford to eat after Wanli closed the Liaodong trade and stopped importing Jurchen ginseng. More than 100,000 kilograms of ginseng

No one wants it when it's soaked, so it can only be fed to wild boars.

This Battle of Saarhu is a battle where the Boar Skins fight for their old capital.

After the defeat, in order to eat, the Jurchen tribes will most likely re-loyal to the Ming Dynasty, just like the Jurchen Ye He tribe, becoming part of the Ming Dynasty's national defense force.

Of course, the Ming Dynasty could also choose to exterminate all the Jurchens to avoid future troubles.

Second, the elite royal divisions used to conquer the wild boar skins can return to the capital. In this way, the She'an Rebellion a few years later will most likely not be able to cause chaos for more than ten years, and the imperial court will have enough military power to suppress the rebellion in a short period of time.
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Third, if the Saarhu War is defeated, there will be no endless tax hikes, large-scale peasant uprisings will not cover the northwest so quickly, and the subsequent Ming Dynasty will not fall into internal and external difficulties.<

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Of course, there is no word 'if' in the original history.

But in Ji Boying's place, that's not the case. The main theme is that everything is possible.

I am about to start talking about the internal affairs of the Wanli period.

Suddenly.

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

"I'm going to bring someone over to have a free discussion over a cup of tea."

Throw down a sentence.

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of the immortal master disappeared from the podium.

Regarding Ji Boying's sudden departure, the emperor and princes in the audience are not surprised. The immortal master has his own arrangements, and they are more concerned about the battle of Sarhu at the moment.

As Ji Boying left, the whole classroom exploded and started talking.

Lao Zhu did not stop him. After all, the immortal master said when he left, free discussion over this cup of tea is allowed.

There is only one core discussion point for all the emperors, princes and princes, and that is how to win the battle of Salhu and how to kill Nurhaci.

"Although Yang Hao has unshirkable responsibility, I feel that the bigger problem that led to the defeat of Saarhu should lie with Wanli."

After Abiao listened for a while, most of them attributed the blame to Yang Hao, and then spoke.

"But Master Immortal has just said that my son Zhu Yijun is the leader of ZTE, so I think the incompetence of the coach should be the main factor."

Zhu Zaijing, who had never dared to talk in front of his ancestors, now unexpectedly joined Abiao in the ring, determined to clear up his great son's name.

Perhaps for Longqing Zhu Zaijing, this cub is his only chance to stand up in front of all his ancestors in this class.

"Everyone, look at the map."

While everyone was arguing about the Battle of Saarhu, the young man Zhu Houzhao took out a map from his arms with a smile. After spreading it on the table, it turned out to be a detailed map of the nine sides of the Ming Dynasty.

Everyone was stunned, especially Hongzhi Emperor Zhu Youtang, whose head was filled with question marks.

What is this kid thinking about every day? He actually carries a nine-sided map with him.

Only Wuzong Zhu Houzhao could understand the inner thoughts of Zhu Houzhao, a young man from Hongzhi. After all, that was how he survived back then. He dreamed of going to the border to fight in a war and show the national prestige of the Ming Dynasty.

Everyone immediately gathered around the spread out map and looked at the location of Sarhu.

"Get out of the way, Grandpa Taizu is coming."

Lao Zhu walked down the podium with his hands behind his back. The descendants of the Zhu family quickly made way for Lao Zhu to make way for the center C seat. Lao Zhu Di and A Biao stood beside him on the left and right.

Then, saliva flew everywhere, and everyone started to express various opinions on the map, regardless of whether the sergeant was around or not.

Some say that we should not divide our forces and advance, while others say that it is because the Western Route Army advanced too aggressively.

"Dividing the troops to advance does not mean dividing the troops. Considering the terrain of Saarhu, there is nothing wrong with advancing in divisions."

"And the West Route Army's choice to advance rashly was not wrong."

"The core of the defeat of Sarhu is that none of the four armies can sustain Nurhaci's short-term charge."

"As long as one army can hold back Nurhachi, even for a day, the other three armies can complete the encirclement at night and carry out an encirclement and annihilation battle against the Jin Army."

"The only way to complete the strategy is to separate and encircle."

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

………………………………

Longqing time and space.

Wenhua Hall, Piandian Academy.

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

This child is fair and fair, a little chubby, especially his plump little face, which makes people want to pinch him. This is the Crown Prince Zhu Yijun.

In March of the second year of Longqing, Zhu Yijun was officially appointed as the crown prince by Zhu Zaijing and took the throne in the East Palace.

At the age of five, Zhu Yijun began to study and studied extremely hard. He can be said to be a standard outstanding successor to the royal family.

"His Royal Highness, in this article "Establishing Government", you just memorized three paragraphs wrongly and mispronounced seventeen characters. You have to copy it ten times."

Lao Zhang used the gentlest language to tell a primary school student the cruelest punishment, copying books.

"Yes, please follow your instructions."

Faced with the punishment of copying books, Xiao Wanli did not feel displeased at all. Instead, he respectfully bowed to handsome Zhang.

In fact, it’s not that Xiao Wanli loves copying books, it’s mainly because he can’t do it without copying.

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

The general process that follows is that he will be summoned into the harem by Concubine Li, and then be punished by kneeling down for half an hour.

Xiao Wanli just finished the ceremony.

His expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly looked behind Zhang Juzheng, but he did not panic.

"Who are you!"

Xiao Wanli calmed down and drank.

In terms of this magnanimity alone, the nine-year-old prince is indeed somewhat majestic.

Zhang Juzheng heard the sound and reacted instantly. He subconsciously turned around and looked around. When he saw the familiar immortal master, he immediately became overjoyed and quickly stood up and bowed in salute.

"Zhang Juzheng, meet the immortal master."

"Your Highness, please quickly follow me to see the Immortal Master."

While saluting, he urged Zhu Yijun.

Zhu Yijun was stunned.

‘Immortal Master?’

‘Immortal?’

‘Bah!’

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 on things in this world. After reading many books, he concluded something.

Immortals are just nonsense.

"Mr. Zhang, this person is lying to you. There are no immortals in the world."

Zhu Yijun, who was just nine years old, spoke righteously and sternly.

"Your Highness, the Immortal Master is the Heavenly Lord of Xuanqing's teachings. This time he descends upon the Ming Dynasty to extend the country's prosperity for our Ming Dynasty."

"blaspheming the immortals will lead to disaster, your highness must not speak nonsense."
To be continued...