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Chapter 1 Exiled Immortal Comes to the World

 In the thirteenth year of Hongwu, it’s the first month of the new year.

The Ming Dynasty experienced the Kongyin case and the Hu Weiyong case one after another. Tens of thousands of human heads rolled into balls of blood, and the black gauze hats that no dog wanted fell on the floor. All the officials who were still alive were carrying the coffins to work tremblingly, and they all prayed to Lao Zhu.

It's a sudden death, go down early and join forces with Chen and Zhang to fight the landlord.

Forbidden City, Fengtian Palace.

The morning court had dispersed, and there were only the sitting emperor Zhu Yuanzhang and the standing prince Zhu Biao in the palace.

"Biao'er, you said someone foresaw Hu Weiyong's rebellion?"

When Lao Zhu said these words, there was already murderous intent in his eyes. Lao Zhu, who had killed tens of thousands of people, was already a little drunk.

"Back to my father, this is indeed the case."

"That person suddenly appeared in the East Palace a few days ago. He claimed that he was a relegated immortal who could predict the fate of the Ming Dynasty and his future destiny. He told his son about the case of the Hu Party. He didn't believe it, but what happened in the past few days

The thing is exactly what this person said."

"Even Hu Ni's confession and Tu Jie's death are exactly the same."

The current prince, Zhu Biao, who was hailed by later generations as the first successor to real power in history, frowned.

Years ago, Lao Zhu imprisoned the left prime minister Hu Weiyong and the imperial censor Chen Ning for "concealing the report of the envoys who occupied the city." Zhu Biao initially thought that Lao Zhu just wanted to kill Hu Weiyong because of his arrogance. However, in the first month of the year, the censor Zhongcheng

Tu Jie wrote a letter to accuse Hu Weiyong of conspiring to rebel.

This imperial censor, Zhongcheng Tujie, was Hu Weiyong’s confidant and adopted son who was single-handedly promoted to Zhongshu Province.

Lao Zhu De Tujie wrote a letter, and with a wave of his hand, he decreed that Hu Weiyong should be beheaded alive and the nine tribes should be punished.

Tu Jie, the good boy who made the report and was in charge of the interrogation, was killed the day after Hu Weiyong was killed. What happened was simple. When interrogating Hu Weiyong, according to the procedure, as usual, he had to ask: "Your

Who are your comrades?"

In fact, the answer to this question is not important, because the correct answer has already been prepared, and asking another question is just a step in the process.

However, just when everyone was about to leave work after asking questions, Lao Hu, who had never said a word from beginning to end, suddenly said hysterically: "Censor Zhongcheng Tujie is with me!"

As the chief judge, Tu Jie was confused on the spot, thinking that this scene was not in the script. My dear foster father, how could you maliciously add drama?!

Tu Jie, a good old man, was confused, but the pro-military Duweifu Xiaowei (the predecessor of Jinyiwei) who was in charge of recording from the side did not dare to hide a word and immediately reported Hu Weiyong's short cross confession to Zhu Yuanzhang.

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Only the next day, Zhu Yuanzhang gave his approval.

Tu Jie Congni, cut off.

If we say that Hu Weiyong's death is predicted, it can be explained by logical reasoning, but Tujie's death and Hu Weiyong's confession cannot be explained by logic. After all, Lian Lao Zhu didn't know what to do before Hu Weiyong shouted out his confession.

, I have never thought of killing Tu Jie, at least I have never thought of killing him so eagerly.

"How does the prince think he should deal with this banished immortal?"

Lao Zhu looked at his precious eldest son. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Lao Zhu has always taken Zhu Biao with him to teach him through words and deeds. In recent years, he has gradually delegated political power to Zhu Biao. This method of questioning has long been a daily routine.
"I think it's okay if that person is just talking nonsense, but if he can really predict the future, I, the Ming Dynasty, should serve him as a national teacher."

Lao Zhu paused for a moment and looked at his eldest son with a serious expression and a teaching tone.

"Biao'er, remember this for us."

"It is better to make mistakes than to make mistakes."

"If this person is talking nonsense, he should be killed with a stick in the bustling city, so as to deter people from all over the world who talk nonsense about the imperial court. If he is not talking nonsense, a person who can predict the future will cause endless troubles if he is used by traitors with evil intentions, and he should be eliminated.

Later trouble."

According to Lao Zhu's statement, it doesn't matter whether it is true or false. Either way, your head will be chopped off.

"Yes, I have recorded it."

Although Abiao disagrees with his father's behavior, he is both a minister and a son and will not allow him to disobey.

As the words of the father and son fell, Mao Erhu, the pro-military captain (the Jin Yiwei had not yet been repositioned at this time), escorted a person across the steps of the palace. The person who came had a face as sharp as a knife, handsome features, a shaggy beard, and Haonan's version of long hair.

, shorts and floral shirt, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a pair of black flip-flops.

Looking at this posture, he had no intention of meeting the emperor at all. Coupled with this strange attire, Lao Zhu's brows immediately tightened, and the murderous intention of stabbing someone was fully visible in his eyes.

He, Zhu Yuanzhang, would never allow such a pretentious person to exist in the Ming Dynasty.

When the visitor came face to face with the commoner emperor, Chongba Emperor, who started to conquer the world with a bowl, he did not look timid at all. Instead, he looked at him with great interest. When he looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, Lao Zhu was also looking at him.<

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"This face doesn't look like a shoehorn. The ancients always bullied me."

The bearded man sighed, supported his forehead with his hands, and pushed back his loose hair.

His name is Ji Boying. He is an ordinary and handsome man among all living beings in the 21st century. He is a wild man who loves freedom all his life. Just to celebrate the first order of his new book exceeding 10,000 yuan, he spent a lot of money to play a game called "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" with several princesses at KTV.

The elegant game.

Just when I was enjoying myself, I was suddenly thrown into the Ming Dynasty, and it was not a Ming Dynasty, but a space-time matrix composed of sixteen parallel Ming Dynasties.

The son of a bitch system told him that only by extending the Ming Dynasty in these sixteen parallel time and spaces to more than five hundred years can he open the door to the void and return to the real world.

As for the golden finger, there is only one.

That is, Ji Boying can freely travel through the Ming Dynasty in the sixteen parallel time and space, and he also has a small buff that allows his body to withstand the heat and cold in all seasons. This is also the reason why Ji Boying can wear big pants on the first month of winter.

Ji Boying raised his hand and pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. A screen of light that only he could see flashed on the mirror.

"Time and Space: Hongwu"

"Guo Zuo years: 276"

As a history writer, I have read not ten but eight novels on the history of the Ming Dynasty. For example, the most popular one recently, the whole book teaches people how to slay dragons and govern the country. There are some methods in it about how to extend the life of a country, which is completely

You can copy it.

To extend the life of Ming Dynasty, the first thing you have to do is to gain the trust of those in power, because only when those in power believe in you can your ideas become national policies and be implemented.

For ordinary Hongwu travellers, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to gain the trust of the shady old Zhu. One mistake can lead to death.

After all, no matter what you say, it’s all in vain if Lao Zhu doesn’t believe it.

But for Ji Boying, it is not difficult to gain Lao Zhu's trust, because if Lao Zhu doesn't believe it, he can just take him to see it.

"In the next Ji Boying, I met Emperor Taizu Gao (Taizu is the temple name of Zhu Yuanzhang, Emperor Gao is the posthumous name)."

Ji Boying just said these words.

Qiang~!

Mao Erhu had the sword half an inch out of its sheath on his waist, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Temple names and posthumous titles are things that only the dead emperor has, but in front of him, Lao Zhu is still alive and kicking, cursing the death of the current emperor. This sentence alone is enough to kill the nine tribes.

"It's interesting."

Lao Zhu was not angry but smiled. Almost all the people in the world who dared to talk to him like this were extinct. He looked at A Biao, because the posthumous name and temple name of the previous emperor were determined by the next emperor.

The temple name Taizu belongs exclusively to the founding emperors of the past dynasties, but the posthumous titles are different for each.

"Biao'er, are you planning to give us the posthumous title of Emperor Gao?"

Zhu Biao's face changed, thinking how do I know now? You must have died before you started thinking about it. Besides, with your body, I may not be able to outlive you.

"Your Majesty's posthumous title was not decided by the prince."

When Ji Boying said one sentence, the smile on Lao Zhu's face froze. If his posthumous title was not assigned by Ah Biao, it means that the next Ming Emperor is not his own darling!

Zhu Biao also frowned. There are only two possibilities for him not to become the emperor. One is that he was deposed as the prince halfway, and the other is that he died young.

Of course, the probability of being deposed is so low that it is almost non-existent, which means that he died young.

At this time, a cold and murderous intention filled the entire Fengtian Hall.

Originally, Lao Zhu didn't believe in the bullshit theory of banishing immortals, so he just summoned them for entertainment. Anyway, after summoning them, they would all be cut off.

But now, he has lost interest in teasing this 'exiled immortal'.

After a brief silence.

"Cut."

The word "cold" came from Lao Zhu's mouth.

This habit of killing people when they disagree is very similar to that of Lao Zhu in history.

Mao Erhu, who was next to Ji Boying, had already sharpened his sword and was about to take action as soon as Lao Zhu gave the order. Ji Boying, on the other hand, looked calm and spoke calmly.

"On the eleventh day of the first lunar month of the thirteenth year of Hongwu's reign, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty dismissed Zhongshu, deposed the prime minister, and divided power into six departments, directly reaching Tianting."

As soon as these words came out, Lao Zhu's pupils shrank sharply.

On the eleventh day of the first lunar month, there are no taboos. This is a good day for Lao Zhu to find his magic stick Liu Rixin.

As the so-called new year brings new atmosphere, he is planning to do something big secretly, which is to abolish the prime minister system that has lasted for thousands of years.

It was a matter of great importance to the Ming Dynasty. In order to avoid any mistakes, he never told anyone about it, not even his sister and eldest son.

How did this guy know?!


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