Ming Dynasty Zhu Di: Dad, why are you not dead?! Chapter 198 Your Majesty, do you want to take the Zen position? All members have a physical examination! Zhu Laosi: Lao Wu, what are you saying?!
Chapter 198 Your Majesty, do you want to take the Zen position? All members have a physical examination! Zhu Laosi: Lao Wu, what are you saying?!
The First Emperor’s Time and Space.
219 BC was also the third year of the unification of the world, at the top of Mount Tai.
Burning firewood and making a fire, a mysterious yet somewhat barbaric ritual to worship the heavens is going on in an orderly manner.
Standing in front of this burning fire, the man in the middle is dressed in majestic black imperial robes, wearing an imperial crown, and a pair of red phoenix eyes that look down upon the world and look down upon the sky.
This person in the imperial robe and crown is the only one who unites the world, writes books and works in the same track, creates a unified dynasty, and establishes the title of "Emperor" Ying Zheng.
Brother Zheng.
But at this moment, Brother Zheng felt very unhappy.
He traveled thousands of miles and brought a group of ministers and clans from Xianyang to the land of Qilu. There is no high-speed rail these days, even if it is Longchu, it will hurt your butt after sitting for a long time.
I ran this far just for this Mount Tai ceremony.
The purpose of the title of Zen is also simple. It is to tell all the people in the world that he has unified the world, ended the war, and established eternal achievements. The emperor he created was appointed by heaven and rules all the people on behalf of heaven. p>
By the way, I would like to report my achievements to heaven. The dynasty has changed and the Zhou Dynasty has been established.
In order to perfect this ceremony, to ensure that this trip was not in vain, and to promote public opinion after the Zen ceremony, Zheng Ge secretly summoned 70 local famous Qilu Confucian scholars at the foot of the mountain.
A decree was issued, ordering these seventy Confucian scholars to formulate for themselves a set of rituals suitable for the Central Plains rituals.
Who would have known that these Confucian scholars looked harmless, but they all spoke in strange and eccentric ways.
In anger, Brother Zheng fired all these Confucian scholars with a wave of his hand, without paying a cent of salary, and then directly built mountains and built roads, and climbed to the top of the mountain to offer sacrifices.
What is used is not the cumbersome etiquette of the Central Plains, but the etiquette of the Qin State in Yong to worship the Emperor of Heaven. In comparison, it is simple, direct and crude.
Because of this, Brother Zheng’s Taishan Fengchan ceremony has been ridiculed by Confucian scholars for thousands of years.
At this moment, this ‘ceremony’ ceremony has almost come to an end.
"God, if you can hear me, tell me, can my Qin Dynasty be passed down to all generations? Can it defeat Zhou and Shang?"
With firelight reflected in my eyes, I looked up at the sky.
The eyes of the First Emperor Ying Zheng shone with extreme confidence. In his opinion, if he annexed Liuhe, unified the world, created the world, and surpassed the three emperors and five emperors, the Qin Empire would surely last for thousands of generations.
Ask Heaven.
But it’s just a process.
"If you don't answer, then I will acquiesce."
Brother Zheng's lips slightly raised, and he was about to announce that this 'Female Ceremony' was over, and he would go to nearby Liangshan for a 'Zen Ceremony'.
Suddenly.
A group of Qin officials and clan members who were kneeling at the rear suddenly became commotion.
Everyone's eyes are full of horror.
Hearing the news, Brother Zheng subconsciously looked straight ahead, directly above the burning fire.
I saw a scene in the flames that rose several feet high. Inside it was a human face with a smoking object that I had never seen before.
"God appears!"
"Your Majesty, it must be God who is grateful for your Majesty's merits, and this is why the magic appears!"
As the chief priest who presided over the sacrificial ceremony, Xu Fu was kneeling next to Brother Zheng. With an excited heart and trembling hands, he reminded the First Emperor in a trembling voice.
"I am indeed the right one!"
Brother Zheng smiled.
Then, he took a deep breath and stared at the face in the firelight, hoping for the answer he wanted to know.
But the more he looked at it, the more Brother Zheng frowned.
Because in his eyes, the God who appeared in this scene of flames, after taking off the unnamed smoking thing bitten at the corner of his mouth, it was obvious that his mouth was speaking, but he couldn't hear a single sound clearly. In other words, there was no sound at all.
The ministers of the Qin Dynasty in the rear all looked at each other in confusion. They all knelt on the ground with their heads lowered. They all looked at each other in private, guessing what God wanted to express.
As the eldest son of the First Emperor, Prince Fusu knelt in front of the ministers. At this time, he was using his intelligence and wisdom to analyze the mouth shape of Yu Yan's appearance, but he could not analyze a single word.
It would be really strange if this could be analyzed. After more than two thousand years, the gods and ghosts cannot speak to each other, let alone the first emperor just came to Liuhe, and the dialects of various places could not understand each other.
At this moment, Brother Zheng is waiting a little anxiously. He is eager to know the answer. He wants to know how glorious the future of the powerful Great Qin Empire he has built will be, and how many generations it will be passed down. At this time, Xu Fu whispered beside the First Emperor.
"Your Majesty, the secret of heaven must not be leaked. Once it is made clear, it will definitely cause disaster to the world."
"This is God's hint to you."
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"Suggesting that your mother is a fool, you are stupid."
Hongwu time and space, the elegant room on the top of Zuixian Pavilion.
Ji Boying cursed, holding a cigarette in his hand, looking at the video scene in the light screen in front of him, feeling an inexplicable strong urge to kill someone.
‘Dog system.’
‘Voice calls, you can only speak but not listen.’
‘Video call, you can only watch but not talk.’
‘This is rubbish. It’s been released before internal testing. Please fire up the product manager immediately.’
There was silence for a moment.
Ji Boying turned around and walked to the desk. Since it didn't work to say it with his mouth, he could just write it by hand.
But as soon as he picked up the pen, Ji Boying was stunned. He thought of something.
The dog system has a built-in language conversion function, which can automatically convert various languages. For example, the pronunciation of the Ming Dynasty is very different from modern Mandarin, but through the conversion of the dog system, Ji Boying can understand it. p>
At the same time, every word spoken by Ji Boying will be simultaneously transformed into a language that Lao Zhu and others can understand, and input into the ears of the princes and princes of the Great Tomorrow.
The same is true for Li Er of the Tang Dynasty. This can ensure barrier-free communication across time and space.
However, there is no conversion function for writing.
After the unification of the Qin Dynasty, the popular font was Xiaozhuan.
How could Ji Boying write this stuff?
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After thinking for a moment, an idea flashed in Ji Boying's mind, and he started writing. No problem could stump a young man who had completed nine years of compulsory education.
Since I can’t write, I can draw!
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The time and space of the First Emperor, the top of Mount Tai.
After listening to Xu Fu's words, Brother Zheng felt a little calmer.
Then he waited quietly. He was accompanied by a group of important officials from the Qin Dynasty, such as Li Si and others. These people were all kneeling on the ground, not daring to speak, and looking up at the changing scenes in the firelight.
And at this moment.
God, who suddenly disappeared for a short period of time, appeared again.
Moreover, there is something in the hands of God that they have never seen before, it is smooth and holy white, full of charming texture at a glance.
Papermaking originated in the Western Han Dynasty, and by the time rice paper could be made, it was already the Tang Dynasty. The Qin Dynasty only used bamboo slips, and nowhere had such high-end products as rice paper been seen.
However, compared to rice paper, everyone including Qin Shihuang's eyes were focused on the patterns drawn on it, with doubts in their eyes.
Look carefully and distinguish.
Those are, two suns.
Rough pattern:?→?
‘What does this pattern mean?!’
The moment they saw the pattern, a question arose in everyone's mind.
It was also at this moment that when Brother Zheng wanted to continue asking "What is this?", the scene in the flames disappeared.
"God has left!"
After Xu Fu finished speaking, he continued to speak urgently.
"Your Majesty, please take a look."
After saying this, Xu Fu quickly stepped forward and squatted on the ground, and drew the exact pattern on the ground in front of the First Emperor.
"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."
"Therefore, this pattern must be a warning from God to Da Qin."
"As the saying goes, there are no two days in the sky and no two masters in the country."
"Your Majesty, look, there are two suns in the warning pattern from the sky, and the '→' in the middle means replacement. It must mean that someone will soon be born to replace me in the world of Da Qin!"
This explanation is really reasonable.
The words fell.
The eyes of the First Emperor were instantly cold, and a murderous intent filled his eyes.
How could he, the sixth generation of his old Zhao family, have managed to unify the world, allowing others to pick the peaches?!
"Xu Fu, you can understand the meaning of God, which shows that you have destiny and destiny."
"Since God has appeared and given a warning, your going out to sea to find immortals will be postponed. I now order you to thoroughly investigate the matter of Eryang Qitian. I will give you one year to find out the people who threaten our great Qin." p>
"If you can't find out within a year, I will sacrifice you to heaven."
Hearing this, he chuckled.
Xu Fu was stunned.
I just boasted, looked at the pictures, talked about it, and analyzed it casually, where did I get my destiny!
At this moment, Xu Fu wanted to slap some big words on himself. Why is he so mean-mouthed?!
Originally, after this wave of Taishan Conferment was over, he didn't have to go back. In the land of Qilu, he was ready to go directly to the sea.
With three thousand carefully selected boys and girls, and countless gold and silver treasures, he crossed the sea to the island to become a native emperor.
After all, his ability to deceive the First Emperor over the past few years has reached its limit. He feels that if he continues to deceive him, he may one day be chopped up by the First Emperor and fed to the dogs.
"I, I, I take my orders."
Things have reached this point, and Xu Fu can only kowtow.
The First Emperor looked up to the sky slightly, his eyes stern.
"On this day, there can only be one sun."
"This land can only have one lord."
"That's me."
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Hongwu time and space, Zuixian Tower.
After Ji Boying closed the video, he took a long breath.
‘The dog system is out of line.’
He did not expect that the emperors of other dynasties would come to him to worship gods and ask questions. This business was too extensive, and the incense could not be cashed in, so it was of little use.
Ji Boying was very satisfied with the picture he drew for Qin Shihuang.
?→?
The sun on the left refers to today.
The sun on the right refers to tomorrow.
There is another symbol in the middle pointing to the sun on the right, which means "See you tomorrow."
Simple and easy to understand, he is simply a painting genius.
"Anyone with some brains can understand it."
Ji Boying smiled slightly, then put aside the rice paper with two suns on it, and continued to think about his own affairs.
Regarding the issue of Brother Zheng, the First Emperor, we will discuss it after we meet in class tomorrow.
And before class tomorrow.
Ji Boying is also planning to do something big and give the emperors and princes of all time and space a comprehensive physical examination.
Especially the key ones, such as the three Zhu Gaochi who are fat, and whether Zhu Houzhao's infertility is congenital or acquired, these need to be carefully checked.
Pulling out a piece of rice paper, Ji Boying began to list the list of great doctors on the rice paper.
Li Shizhen was born in the 13th year of Zhengde and ended in the 21st year of Wanli. Comparing the time with the four time-spaces of Zhengde, Jiajing, Longqing and Wanli, only Li Shizhen from Jiajing and Longqing met the conditions.
In the end, Ji Boying chose Longqing Li Shizhen.
After writing the five words "Longqing Li Shizhen" on the rice paper, Ji Boying then went through the most famous miracle doctors in other dynasties of the Ming Dynasty one by one, and selected the most suitable ones to fill in.
For example, Wan Mi Zhai, Yang Jishi, Zhu Ju, etc...
‘Liu Wentai.’
The pen has just finished.
Ji Boying was stunned when he saw these three words.
My brain was short-circuited, and I suddenly lost my memory. I even filled in the name of this 'miraculous doctor' who killed two emperors in succession, and I quickly crossed it out.
The night becomes more and more intense.
By the window of the elegant room, writing vigorously.
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At the same time, in the Forbidden City, the East Nuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace.
From the warm pavilion, the cry of the grown man resounded endlessly, and the eunuchs guarding outside frowned when they heard it.
"Good boy, don't cry."
With a loving look on her face, Empress Ma touched the head of Zhu Wenzheng, who was kneeling in front of her and hugging her thigh, soothing the nephew's injured heart.
In any case, Zhu Wenzheng was imprisoned and died in depression. It was most likely an injustice.
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For Lao Zhu, Queen Ma and others, more than ten years have passed since this experience, but for Zhu Wenzheng who crawled out of the grave, everything seemed like yesterday.
He didn't dare to say anything in front of Lao Zhu, but in front of Queen Ma, it was like meeting his own mother, and he was sore.
Lao Zhu looked on from the side, pinching his beard, his eyes full of guilt.
In the Nuan Pavilion, A Biao and Liu Bowen were also standing aside. Neither of them expected that Zhu Wenzheng could cry so much.
This time he came to the palace late at night to report to Lao Zhu. While Zhu Wenzheng was crying, Lao Zhu had already read through the latest plan presented by A Biao and Liu Bowen.
It seems that Zhu Wenzheng is not only great at defending the city, but also has great endurance in crying.
"Biao'er."
"Since my brother has approved you in class, from now on, you can make your own decisions on all the politics you learned in class."
Lao Zhu put down the plan in his hand and looked at Abiao with a smile on his face. Every line of his words showed his absolute trust in the good old man. He could make decisions freely even on plans such as reforming internal affairs. This was basically equivalent to giving up all the imperial power.
Delegated to Abiao.
All I have to say is: Biao'er, prepare to rebel and ascend the throne. We have already prepared the army and war preparations for you.
"My sons and ministers obey my orders."
Abiao nodded.
Next.
Lao Zhu stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked toward the outside of Nuan Pavilion alone.
A Biao was about to follow, but was stopped by Lao Zhu's look.
"Biao'er, you stay here with your mother and reminisce with your cousin."
Then, he glanced at Liu Bowen.
"Old sir, would you be kind enough to accompany us for a walk?"
Liu Bowen paused after hearing the words, then bowed and saluted.
The title ‘Old Sir’.
During Lao Zhu's entrepreneurial era, Lao Zhu's exclusive name for Liu Bowen was Lao Zhu's team. However, after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, Lao Zhu basically never called him Liu Bowen again.
And once you call out this title, it must be something important.
The two of them stepped out of the Nuan Pavilion one after another. The wind in the summer night brought a bit of coolness.
Liu Bowen walked beside Lao Zhu, almost half a body slower. The two of them strolled among the corridors of Qianqing Palace. A light rain began to fall, and the water droplets fell from the sloping tiles, dripping down.
Stop.
"After resurrection, I still get used to it."
Lao Zhu’s voice was calm.
Liu Bowen smiled.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. All the old ministers are fine."
"Hmm."
"We have asked the Jinyi Guards to thoroughly investigate the death of your eldest son Liu Lian. All relevant persons involved will be jailed and held accountable."
The Liu Lian mentioned in Lao Zhu's words is Liu Bowen's eldest son.
After Liu Bowen's death, Lao Zhu always wanted to reuse Liu Lian because of his longing for Liu Ji and because Liu Lian himself was indeed a rare national talent.
However, in the eleventh year of Hongwu, Liu Lian, who was about to be promoted from a local official to the temple's decision-making circle, was forced by Huaixi and did not want to be humiliated. In addition, he was suffering from illness and committed suicide by falling into a well.
On the anniversary of Liu Lian's death the following year, Lao Zhu was deeply moved by Liu Lian's death. He personally wrote a memorial for Liu Lian and sent envoys to pay homage to his spirit.
The evaluation of Liu Ji's eldest son Liu Lian in historical books: He is a virtuous son in his family, good ministers in the country, and retains a good title. He is upright and will die, and he will live and die in mourning. How can it be righteous?
If Liu Lian could live for several more decades in the Hongwu Dynasty, he would definitely be a good minister of the Hongwu generation.
"Life and death have destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, this is Lian'er's destiny."
Liu Bowen replied very calmly.
But it is clearly visible that there is an unconcealable loss deep in Liu Bowen's eyes.
Liu Lian was his eldest son, and he carried the mantle of teaching by words and deeds with him all year round. He taught everything he learned to his eldest son, and Liu Lian lived up to Liu Bowen, possessing both talent and learning, which Liu Ji cited.
Be proud of it.
After Liu Bowen came back to life, the first thing he did was to ask where Liu Lian was now. When he learned that Liu Lian had fallen into the well and died, Liu Bowen's face did not change at all.
The next second, I fainted directly.
"Tomorrow in class, we will ask my brother to resurrect Liu Lian in the name of an important official of the country."
Lao Zhu has obviously found out about the immortal master, and he will agree to anything that is beneficial to the country without hesitation.
Vice versa.
When Guo Zuo was useless, the immortal masters ignored him.
Since Liu Bowen and Chang Yuchun can be resurrected, there is no shortage of Liu Lian.
Hearing this, Liu Bowen was furious.
Then he took two steps back, knelt down towards Lao Zhu, and bowed respectfully.
"On behalf of Lian'er, I would like to thank Your Majesty."
Lao Zhu lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Liu Bowen who was kneeling and saluting, with a solemn look in his eyes.
"Since we promised to do something for you, you should also help me solve my doubts."
The words fell.
Before Lao Zhu could open his mouth, Liu Bowen had already spoken.
"Your Majesty wants to take the Zen position."
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The moon rises and sets, the sun rises and the moon sets.
What goes around comes again and again, and remains unchanged forever.
When the first ray of morning light broke through the heavy clouds the next morning, the streets and alleys of the Imperial Capital of Ming Dynasty were already bustling with people.
With the implementation of various reforms, the vitality of the entire civil society is constantly being stimulated.
Imperial Capital is just a microcosm.
On the banks of the Qinhuai River, at Zuixian Tower, a large number of guards in brocade uniforms were guarding both sides of the river.
The people living by the river have long been accustomed to the fact that after the morning dynasty is over, His Majesty the Emperor's Dragon King will arrive at Zuixian Tower.
According to the emperor's security level, as long as the emperor is in Zuixian Tower, the entire Qinhuai River bank will be sealed off. However, the emperor issued a special order not to disturb the people. Therefore, except for the period when Long Zhu arrives, the Qinhuai bank is free to pass.
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With a somewhat relaxed look on his face, Lao Zhu entered the Zuixian Tower and crossed the threshold of the main hall.
Judging from the joy and pride on his face, he and Liu Bowen must have had a great conversation last night.
But as soon as Fang stepped in, Lao Zhu's brows instantly wrinkled.
Because.
The main church today looks different from yesterday.
I saw that the seats in the main hall were pushed to both sides and divided into seven rows in the middle. Each row has a table and two chairs.
There is one person sitting on the side of the podium, doctor.
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‘What are you doing?’
With doubts, Lao Zhu subconsciously walked around, quickly walked up to the podium from the side, and looked at Ji Boying, who was sitting in the middle and drinking the Dahongpao of the Mother Tree.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Lao Zhu didn't notice the moment he appeared.
The doctor sitting second on the left kept his eyes focused on Lao Zhu. Although he was mentally prepared, the cold sweat on his forehead still broke out.
"Physical examination of all employees."
"I remember I should have mentioned it to you before."
Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu, and then looked at the seven people sitting under the podium.
"These seven are all great medical experts in the Ming Dynasty."
From right to left.
Window No. 1, Longqing Li Shizhen.
Window No. 2, Jiajing Wanmitzhai.
Window No. 3, Chongzhen Zhang Jingyue.
Window No. 4, Tianqi Miao Xiyong
Window No. 5, Zhengde Wangji.
Window No. 6, Yongle Zhuju.
Window No. 7, Wanli Yang Jishi.
Each of these seven people's medical skills are top-notch in their era, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are masters of the country.
Hearing this, Lao Zhu looked at each one one by one, and finally his eyes fell on Zhu Xi, who was second on the left. He always felt that the old man looked a bit familiar. After looking at him a few more times, a young face popped up in his mind. "Is this person Lao Wu?"
There is a bit of surprise and surprise on Lao Zhu's face. After all, his son has a miracle doctor, which can also prove that his Lao Zhu's genes are awesome.
"Well, it comes from Yongle time and space."
The moment the immortal master nodded.
Xiyu has sounded the bell that conveys all time and space.
As the sound of bells echoed across time and space, figures appeared one after another in the main hall.
As soon as the emperors and princes of various time and space appeared, the expressions on their faces were the same as when Lao Zhu first came in. They found that their seats were missing, and they couldn't quite understand what the layout of the main hall was today.
However, the seven miracle doctors were very calm, because they all knew what was going to happen in advance, knew what they were going to do today, and had prepared themselves mentally.
Just when these emperors and princes were all filled with doubts.
Lianxiangxiyu already has one person on the left and one on the right. There are a bunch of small wooden signs placed in the basket in his hands, and a sweet voice sounds sweetly.
"Your Majesty, please come to my two sisters to take your number."
“You’ll have to line up with your number for inspection soon~!”
"His Majesty Hong Xi, His Majesty Zhu Gaochi, and His Majesty Wanli, the master has stipulated that you must take the number at window No. 5~!"
As soon as these words came out, the emperors of each time and space were the first to take their numbers, while the princes were in the back row. After all, there must be a ranking of status.
As for why Three Big Fatty and Wanli need to take the number 5 window, it is because Wang Ji is best at cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, which are the chronic diseases that fat people are most likely to suffer from.
"Hey, who is he?!"
Suddenly, a voice from Xiao Zhusi sounded.
Everyone who had just taken the number subconsciously turned around and looked around.
Standing behind everyone was a young man who looked embarrassed and a little uneasy.
When they saw this person clearly, Old Zhu Di and Zhu Laosi's eyes turned cold, especially Zhu Laosi.
"Zhu Yunwen."
As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the entire classroom instantly became strange.
Zhu Biao has not come yet, which means that the people present are all Yan Fan. Their wolf-like eyes fell on Zhu Yunwen instantly, and they moved slightly, subconsciously looking at Zhu Yunwen.
They surrounded him, scaring the little brother so much that he swallowed wildly.
"Brother, how did you get him here?"
Lao Zhu looked at Zhu Yunwen and frowned slightly. He was also quite surprised by Zhu Yunwen's arrival.
"Get a physical check-up to avoid early death."
No matter what Zhu Yunwen is like, there is one thing that cannot be changed.
That is, Zhu Yunwen is the namer of Jianwen Space-time. According to the rules of the dog system, in order to ensure that the door of Jianwen Space-time is open, this kid cannot cause any problems.
"Okay, no more private discussions, start the physical examination, don't waste time."
Ji Boying slightly raised his volume.
After the physical examination, classes will continue.
Instantly.
The group of Yan Fans in the main hall all withdrew their eyes. After all, under the eyes of the Immortal Master, they did not dare to beat anyone casually without the Immortal Master's approval.
Then, under the guidance of Lianxiangxiyu, all the emperors and princes began to undergo physical examinations.
Zhu Laosi took the number from Xiyu, the number is 601, the sixth window, which is Yongle Zhu's window.
Zhu Laosi came to the second window on the left with a wooden number plate. He just sat down and put the wooden number plate on the table. Looking up, he always felt that this person looked extremely familiar.
"Lao Wu?"
I asked tentatively.
Zhu Ru smiled and nodded.
"Your Majesty, please extend your hand."
Zhu Di, who came from Yongle time and space, has become accustomed to calling Zhu Di his majesty.
Zhu Laosi has no ink marks either.
He knew that Lao Wu was famous for his superb medical skills in Jianwen time and space, and even more superb in Yongle time and space, so he put his hand on the medical records.
Zhu's hand rests on Zhu Lao's four meridians.
Suddenly, Zhu Xi frowned.
"Tsk."
Zhu Laosi's heart skipped a beat when his pulse was felt.