Ming Dynasty Zhu Di: Dad, why are you not dead?! Chapter 195 Li Er: Summon Wu Meiniang! Three hundred years of braiding! The emperor Lao Zhu admires most!
Chapter 195 Li Er: Summon Wu Meiniang! Three hundred years of braiding! The emperor Lao Zhu admires most!
The dark gun barrel reveals the remaining fire salt from the last time.
Direction, precision.
Xiao Zhusi only needs to pull the button slightly, and the fate of Taichang old slave will be released.
As for why the flintlock gun in Lao Zhu's hand was in the hands of Xiao Zhusi, the reason is also simple. Xiao Zhusi is about to lead the fleet to sea, and this flintlock gun is Lao Zhu's farewell gift to Xiao Zhusi. p>
Looking at the old slave of Taichang again, when he saw the black hole gun pointed at him, his pupils shrank sharply, and a scene seemed to appear in his mind.
It was a piece of snow, and with a 'bang', my skull was lifted off.
Where does this memory come from?!
The old slave subconsciously covered his Tianling Cap with both hands and took two steps back. He couldn't help but be filled with doubts. He was sure that he had never seen such a firearm before.
Xiao Zhusi is also very confused, I am pointing my gun at your destiny bird, why are you covering your head?
‘Space-time synchronic memory?’
Ji Boying, who was on the side, glanced at the old slave and saw the abnormal movement of the flintlock gun. From the familiarity in the old slave's eyes, he roughly guessed what was going on.
‘Is it because the old slave in another time and space died abnormally, so some profound memories before his death will be synchronized across time and space to other time and space peers to help other time and space peers avoid disaster?’
However, this is just Ji Boying's guess about parallel time and space.
After all, some parallel time and space science fiction films I have watched generally use this set of logic.
He glanced at Xiao Zhusi and gave Xiao Zhusi a look that meant he was holding back his gun.
Pure intimidation will most likely be ineffective against this generational hero.
Ji Boying looked at the old slave of Taichang.
"I'll give you two choices now."
"One, he was beaten to death by the people present."
Ding.
The old slave was stunned.
If you want to kill, just kill. If you stick out your head, you can kill him with a knife. If you blink, I, Nurhachi, am not a man.
Beating with fists and feet? Not so humiliating!
"Two, finish this lesson for me. If I am satisfied with the results of your lesson, I will tell you about the Jin Kingdom you established and everything that happened in the next three hundred years."
Hearing this sentence, the old slave of Taichang subconsciously paused.
‘Three hundred years in the future?’
‘Could it be that the Daikin I founded didn’t die?!’
The old slave can not care about his own life or death.
After all, the winner is the king and the loser is the loser.
Back then, from the moment he chose to rebel against the Ming Dynasty, he had already been mentally prepared for failure, knowing clearly that he had no way out now.
But.
The old slave could also clearly realize that his failure this time was full of inexplicable weirdness. A bunch of powerful warriors with unknown origins appeared, and even Li Rusong, who had been dead for decades, crawled out of his grave.
Cut yourself.
If you can know everything that should have happened, if you can know the future of Daikin, Lao Nu will definitely not be able to refuse the temptation brought by this condition.
Silence, silence again.
Finally, the old slave took a deep breath and looked up at the line of words on the rice paper on the panel.
"Confessions of the Jiannu - An in-depth analysis of self-rise"
"I promise you."
The words fell.
Ji Bo raised the corner of his eagle mouth slightly and sat down on the imperial chair.
The next moment, along with the Taishi chair, his figure floated back and accurately landed on the edge of the podium.
Like Li Er before him, Taichang's old slave was so shocked when he saw this miracle that his pupils shrank. He further confirmed his suspicions and also concluded that the person in front of him was an immortal.
‘It’s God’s will.’
‘It turns out that God wants to destroy me, Dajin.’
‘As the immortal said, I have three hundred years of national destiny.’
"Let's talk."
Ji Boying spoke calmly.
Suddenly, an idea flashed.
‘Let’s talk.’
‘This is a good name.’
‘The future teachers’ classes will be defined by this name.’
"Li Er of the Tang Dynasty is the first guest of the lecture bar, and he can also be the permanent guest."
Old rules.
A plate of pistachios and a cup of Dahongpao, the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain.
This kind of expensive tea is different from the quick tea that costs 399 a cup in teahouses. It is expensive but not marketable, and it is bright and beautiful. The more you drink it, the better it gets. No wonder rich people like to raise it themselves.
The old slave from Taichang, who was shackled at his hands and feet, was silent for a while, then he raised his head and took a deep breath before speaking.
"It all started on a dark and stormy night..."
Time passes little by little.
The old slave taught this class very carefully.
From the time when his father and grandfather were accidentally killed, to when he became a slave of the Li family, during the narration process, his eyes did not look at anyone present. He seemed to be completely immersed in his own memories, and he remembered the dozens of memories he had made.
The army and horses of the year are eloquently told.
Rather than saying that he was telling these great emperors and princes, it would be better to say that this was his inner monologue, his own redemption.
One hour, two hours, three hours.
When the setting sun of Hongwu time and space spilled like blood through the window into the main hall of Zuixian Building, Taichang Lao Nu's self-report lesson finally came to an end.
This lesson.
It is not only the experience gained by the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, but also the life summary of the old slave’s history of self-struggle.
"Not bad."
Listening to people speak in person is much more comfortable than reading an autobiography.
Ji Boying finished smashing the last pistachio in his hand and patted the Zha Zhahui in his hand.
Stand up.
Looking across these princes and princes, Ji Boying saw some deep thoughts and doubts in their eyes.
Having these is enough. If you can gain enlightenment and doubt, you will have thinking, and you will gain. These are all improvements in soft power.
And since the old slave has finished the lecture as promised, Ji Boying will naturally fulfill his promise.
"Look carefully."
"What you are going to see next is the great fortune you have established and the fate of the country in the next three hundred years."
The words fell.
The old slave of Taichang trembled. Before he could prepare, the 36D holographic projection was turned on, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly.
Lao Zhu and all the princes and princes of the Great Tomorrow also tightened their minds. They all stood up subconsciously, with solemn expressions, and stared at the changing scene around them.
They also want to see how the Braided Dynasty, which originally replaced the Ming Dynasty and took over the Central Plains, is doing.
The projections this time are all edited in a fancy way.
Act One: Huang Taiji ascends the throne, suppresses North Korea, changes the country to the Qing Dynasty, and achieves a great victory in Songjin.
The second act: Shunzhi ascends the throne, the Qing army enters the pass, decides the trip to Yanjing, Yangzhou for ten days, and Jiading three massacres.
The third act: Kangxi ascends the throne, captures Obai out of his wits, flattens the three feudal lords, China and Russia sign the Treaty of Nerchinsk, conquers Galdan personally, and seizes the direct descendant in Kowloon.
Act 4: Yongzheng ascends the throne, spreads his men into acres, marches westward to Qinghai, establishes a secret reserve system, rectifies the administration of officials, restores local authority, establishes a military aircraft office, and strengthens the monarchy's power.
The fifth act: Qianlong ascended the throne, visited the south of the Yangtze River six times, and composed tens of thousands of poems, one after another, two, three, four, five. Six, seven, eight, or nine, flying into the reeds were gone.
Act Six: Jiaqing ascends the throne, the White Lotus Sect uprising, Heshen is killed, the Tianli Sect uprising, and duck pian is banned.
Act 7: Daoguang ascends the throne, bans British cigarettes, the British army bombards Humen, destroys cigarettes in Humen, the first duck war breaks out, and signs the "Treaty of Nanjing", "Guangzhou Contract", "Sino-US Wangxia Treaty", "Sino-French Whampoa Treaty"
》.
Act 8: Xianfeng ascends the throne, reorganizes the military department, the Taiping Rebellion, the Second Duck War breaks out, the "Tianjin Treaty" is signed, the British and French forces burn the Old Summer Palace, and the "Yenjing Treaty" is signed.
Act 9: Tongzhi ascends the throne, the Xinyou coup, the empress dowagers of the two palaces listen behind the curtain, Cixi comes to power, the Shaanxi-Gansu rebellion breaks out, the Youyang religious case, the Agubai rebellion, and young children go abroad.
Act 10: Guangxu ascends the throne, Cixi's dictatorship, the signing of the "Yantai Treaty", Japan's occupation of Ryukyu, the Sino-French War, the Battle of Mawei Sea, the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese War of 1884-1894, the signing of the "Treaty of Shimonoseki", the Hundred Days Reform, the Hundred Days' Coup of 1898, the Boxer Rebellion, and the Eight-Power Allied Forces Invaded China, signed the "Xinchou Treaty", and compensated 450 million taels of silver.
Scenes change rapidly.
Finally, the scene freezes at the moment when the "Xinchou Treaty" was signed and finalized.
The surrounding scenes disappeared like a dream.
Everything within sight has returned to the main hall of Zuixian Tower.
"This is what will happen three hundred years after your death if I don't come to this world."
Ji Boying glanced at the old slave and said lightly.
He really has no interest in the braided dynasty of the Qing Dynasty.
Although one thing is undeniable, that is, with the passage of time, under the three dynasties of Kangxi, Yongzheng and Qianlong, the national power of the Braided Dynasty did reach its peak, and its land area reached the most prosperous in China, more than 13 million square kilometers.< /p>
However, it was at its peak at the beginning.
Especially when it comes to Qianlong, this conspicuous man, who ate up the massive benefits left by his father Yongzheng, insists on saying that he is a struggling generation.
I didn’t talk about the inheritance all day long, I didn’t mention the literary inquisition, and I just started the beginning of seclusion.
Just like this, my name will be passed down to future generations, bah!
When it comes to the prosperous age of the Qing Dynasty, it means the prosperous age of Kangxi and Qianlong.
In this regard, Yongzheng, who was stuck in the middle and was working hard, was left out. Kang Qian was considered a jerk, and Yongzheng was the real one.
As for the Qing emperors after Qianlong, it is even more difficult to describe.
Starting from Daoguang, when the first "Treaty of Nanjing" was signed, the descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, who have a glorious history of five thousand years, have been dragged onto a road of shame from which they will never return.
If a great man hadn't come to this world...
"The Qing Dynasty."
At this moment, the expression on Taichang's old slave's face is very complicated.
When he first saw the first few scenes, he was still very excited. After all, his long-cherished wish came true. But when he saw the back, especially when he saw that the entire Qing court had become a villain who exploited the people of the country for the foreigners. When you are a dog, your whole body is in a state of intense blood pressure.
Is this enough to be a descendant of Nurhachi?!
Old Zhu Abiao, Old Zhu Di and other great emperors and princes also frowned as they watched.
After quickly watching the rise and fall of this wave of braided dynasties, combined with the lessons they had taken before, they all realized one thing deeply, that is, the consequences of falling behind in the Age of Discovery.
They also deeply realized once again why the immortal master repeatedly mentioned the great voyage to them.
One step too late, one step too late.
If you fall behind, you will be beaten, and if you are poor, you will be controlled by others.
Especially the 450 million silver, which shocked the jaws of the great emperors like Lao Zhu. With so much silver, it is equivalent to selling the country's flesh and blood.
How on earth was this word signed?
"A hundred years of weakness will result in the loss of power and humiliation of the country."
"It's okay not to have such a Qing Dynasty!"
The old slave took a deep breath.
Turn around and move slightly.
The shackles on his body made a jingling sound, and the old Taichang slave bowed deeply towards Ji Boying.
"As the immortal, I have no regrets."
What this old slave means is, give me a good time.
Ji Boying looked at the old slave of Taichang who was saluting him. He was a little surprised by what the old slave said just now.
He could clearly feel that after watching the projection of Braid Chao just now, the unwillingness in the old slave's heart completely disappeared.
It's like you were originally thinking about creating a child, expecting this child to fly into the clouds and become a dragon.
Then.
One day, you suddenly get an opportunity to truly see this child's future, which is a life ending of sloppiness and shame.
If you still had the chance to put him on the wall, what would you choose?
"I have promised you before that if you are satisfied with this lesson, I will give you a chance to choose your own death."
After Ji Boying finished speaking, he flicked his hand.
The old slave of Taichang subconsciously held it, and in his hand, there was a small white plastic bottle.
"This is the soul-returning pill."
"After swallowing this whole bottle, you will be free from pain and worry, and your soul will return to Jiuquan in your sleep."
"Now, you can choose the place you most want to go to as your destination, and I will send you there."
Hearing this, the old slave of Taichang first lowered his eyes and looked at the small white bottle in his hand that he had never seen before, and then raised his head slightly. The setting sun shone through the window eaves and fell on him, a scene at dusk.
A smile spread across his face.
"Thank you, Immortal Master, for sending me to the bank of the Chibi River."
Chibi.
This is the place that this old slave has longed for all his life.
His favorite book in his life was "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", which he read back and forth at least a hundred times. Even some of his insights on the art of war were derived from this book.
"The broken halberd sinks into the sand and the iron is not sold, but it will be washed away and the past will be recognized."
"Dongfeng doesn't go along with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun locks Erqiao deeply."
The old slave recited this poem from Du Mu's "Red Cliff" with emotion.
Ji Boying glanced at Taichang Nurhaci, spoke lightly, and slowly raised his hand.
Fingertips, falling.
"As you wish."
The sound falls.
The figure of the old slave of Taichang suddenly disappeared from the place.
Ji Boying sent him to the bank of Chibi in Taichang time and space, where the remains of the Battle of Chibi still remain, and the water of the Yangtze River continues to surge.
As for the final outcome of this old Taichang slave, it is no longer Ji Boying's concern.
High probability.
The old slave of Taichang will be on the bank of Red Cliff, facing the Yangtze River wind and the sunset, paying homage to the relics of the war a thousand years ago, and finally laughing three times to the sky and swallowing the bottle of sleeping pills.
He was buried in Chibi, his final resting place, and he still had the demeanor of a great hero.
After sending away the old slave of Taichang, it is equivalent to announcing the complete end of the Liaodong War in Taichang time and space. The remaining Jurchen tribes and the remnants of the Jin Kingdom in Taichang time and space cannot escape the Ming Dynasty's suppression.
Of course.
There is no need to fight across time and space for such small matters, Taichang time and space can handle it by itself.
If you can't figure this out, you can just ask Emperor Taichang to take the red pill.
Then, Ji Boying's eyes swept over the princes and princes of the Ming Dynasty present.
"I hope you will listen carefully when listening to the class. After class, you will summarize what you have learned, draw your own things from it, and integrate it into yourself."
"Instead of having a sudden enlightenment while listening, and then turning around and forgetting about it after class."
"Listen carefully, this is the homework for this class. Regarding what Li Er and Lao Nu said today, everyone should write a summary and hand it in before the next class."
"Listen clearly, it's everyone, not every group."
The words fell.
All the emperors and princes present here straightened their backs and nodded in agreement.
Especially Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen, he benefited greatly from Li Er's lectures on the Way of Kings and Ministers of the Tang Dynasty, and he understood his own weaknesses.
"Yeah."
"After everyone's summary is handed in, Abiao is responsible for the initial scoring."
"The one with the lowest score will be punished by thunder."
Hearing this, all the emperors and princes present here felt their hearts pounding.
Thunder Punishment? Are you kidding!
This is just a homework, there is no need for the immortal master to be so big!
Ji Boying glanced at A Biao, who was also sitting on the podium. As an assistant to the Immortal Master, correcting homework is of course a basic task. Ji Boying could not be allowed to do it himself, after all, he was too lazy to even look at it.
"Master Immortal, I, I, can I?"
Abiao was excited when he heard that he actually had the right to make corrections, but his eyes flashed with a little unconfidence.
"The man I like can't do it."
Ji Boying smiled faintly and gave A Biao a look that believed in him.
Immediately, Ji Boying slapped the ruler on the table.
"get out of class is over."
Wow.
The emperor and princes who were sitting on their seats all stood up one after another, and respectfully saluted Ji Boying with an uneasy mood.
One of them will definitely be struck by lightning in the next class.
After walking off the podium, Ji Boying walked up the mahogany stairs. Lao Zhu Abiao and the trio of Yongle's grandfather and grandson quickly followed. When they were halfway up the stairs, Ji Boying suddenly thought of something.
He stopped and turned his head to look.
"You two, come up together."
The people this gaze catches are the Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu and the Tianshun Emperor Blackened Zhu Qizhen in the "Jingtai-Tianshun" time and space.
In the eyes of others with surprise and envy, the blackened Zhu Qizhen and Emperor Jingtai quickly followed.
…………………………
At this time.
Zhenguan Time and Space, Taiji Palace, Lingyan Pavilion.
Li Er stood in front of the portrait of Qin Qiong in Lingyan Pavilion, and behind him, the chamberlain Wang De and several Qianniu Guards (Tang Dynasty palace forbidden army) officers stood with happy faces.
It's a good thing we found someone, otherwise we would all be doomed.
The moment when Li Er suddenly disappeared, Wang De was so frightened that he almost went crazy.
The thousands of Qianniu Guards in the palace even turned the entire Tai Chi Palace inside and out, but no sign of the saint was found.
After Li Er paused for a long time, until his eyes returned to their usual calmness, he took a long breath and glanced at Wang De and others behind him.
The appearance of these people and the search for themselves can prove that they have indeed gone to another world just now, and they have been there for an hour.
‘It turns out that it really wasn’t a dream.’
‘What does the voice that the immortal master means? How to answer the voice?’
After thinking about it for a while, Li Er realized that he couldn't figure it out now. It would be better to wait until the next time he has a chance to go and ask the immortal master himself.
Next.
Li Er thought of Wu Zhou and Tang Dynasty that he saw in another time and space.
There was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Since we already know what will happen in the future, we must not let it happen.
"Preach my will."
"Instantly."
"The talented person Wu Meiniang."
Li Eryi said it.
Wang De, who was standing by his side, was stunned.
What is the saint doing?
It's only been an hour since lunch, but is it about to meet the concubine?
Are you in such a high mood today?
Wu Cairen...
For a moment, Wang De really couldn't remember who this concubine was.
But since it is the will of the saint, Wang De naturally does not dare to violate it.
"According to the decree."
"Sage, are you driving now?"
Wang De asked subconsciously.
After all.
For something like this to happen to you, you need to have a scene, props, delaying elixirs, and all kinds of preparations for bathing, washing incense, etc. You can't do it here in Lingyan Pavilion.
"No, I'll just wait here."
The words fell.
Wang De was stunned.
Is there a concubine in Lingyan Pavilion?
When did the saint have such fun?!
………………………………
Taichang time and space, beside Red Cliff.
A lonely figure stood alone on the reef, looking at the rolling waves of the Yangtze River, watching the late evening sun shining slantingly, and a heroic voice echoed along with the waves of the river.
"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes."
"Success or failure turns into nothing."
"The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times."
"White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river bank are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze."
"We are happy to meet each other over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all discussed in a joke.
"It's all a joke."
"Hahahaha...!"
The sound of laughter that looks up to the sky echoes without hesitation.
Nurhachi unscrewed the white bottle in his hand and drank a hundred tablets in one gulp.
Then he slowly sat down against a big stone and let the waves of the river wet his clothes.
………………………………
Hongwu time and space, Zuixian Tower.
The elegant room on the top of the pavilion and the elegant seat by the window.
Old rules.
Ji Boying and Lao Zhu sat facing each other from the north to the south, while A Biao and Lao Zhu Di sat side by side on the side of the table.
As for Yongle Fatty, Yongle Xiaozhu, Emperor Jingtai and Emperor Tianshun, given their seniority, they can only stand aside and wait.
There were seven people who went upstairs with Ji Boying, but these seven people had three different things to do.
Lao Zhu and A Biao, the reason why they went upstairs this time.
It was because Ji Boying planned to work with the two of them to determine which foreign emperors would be more suitable for the first batch of teachers in the next teaching class.
In Ji Boying's view, these selected emperors from outside the dynasty do not necessarily have to all be outstanding emperors. Some negative teaching materials can also be considered.
For example, Song Huizong.
After all, failure is success.
The third grandfather and grandson of Yongle went upstairs because the state of Yongle time and space reached the year 428. Ji Boying planned to take their third grandfather and grandson to see the follow-up state of Yongle time and space.
As for Emperor Tianshun and Emperor Jingtai.
Ji Boying wanted to explain some things to them and break the situation in time and space for them.
If not.
The Jingtai-Tianshun time and space situation has always been trapped. No matter how much you learn, it is all in vain if you cannot implement it. Guo Zuo will always find it difficult to improve.
Although Ji Boying asked the emperors of each time and space in the classroom to roll up, for Ji Boying himself, what he wanted was not just one or two time and space emperors.
His ultimate mission is to build the sixteen Ming Dynasties in time and space, and all the countries in all time and space have reached 500 years, and even one less will not be enough.
"Brother, this tea is good, better than the last time."
Lao Zhu looked at the blood-colored black tea in front of him, took a sip, and praised it with a smile.
Ji Boying nodded slightly.
Can it be bad?
This stuff costs tens of millions per pound, and it’s still expensive but not marketable.
"Lao Zhu, tell me what you think."
"Which foreign emperor do you want to come to class?"
Ji Boying picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The aroma was rich and floral, high and long-lasting, but slightly bitter, with obvious rocky charm, and there was also a light scent of osmanthus.
Hear the words.
Lao Zhu pondered for a moment and then spoke.
"This man is the emperor that we admire the most in our lives, apart from my brother."
Zhu Chongba’s idol? Who?!
————————————
PS: After brainstorming, brothers think which emperors are qualified for the first teaching class, and which characteristics of them are worth learning from or drawing lessons from.
Outstanding representative: Li Shimin, Xxx...
Negative model: Zhao Ji, Xxx...
The next class is about to enter the time and space of the Apocalypse, and the nine-thousand-year-old Wei Laogou dressed as a six-god is about to appear. Please give me your monthly ticket!!!