Chapter 88: Baozong: Why are you so impatient? The twenty-fifth year of Jiajing!
Who wants to marry me?!
One word wakes up the dreamer.
Emperor Jingtai had just recovered and his consciousness was still in a state of confusion.
The moment I heard the word "骟", I felt numb from head to toe and woke up completely.
He thought that Zhu Qizhen sent someone to kill him in order to take revenge on him.
He almost became the first emperor in history to lose his jer.
Bangdang.
The moment Zhu Qiyu opened his eyes, all the young eunuchs, including the novice eunuch, were so frightened that they knelt down.
"Your Majesty...!"
"You finally woke up~!"
"But it scared the old slave to death."
The eunuch Xing'an was so excited that tears filled his eyes, and he quickly helped Zhu Qiyu up.
In the Ming Dynasty, all the eunuchs and eunuchs who were responsible for the ceremony were bound to the emperor. When the emperor was alive, he would be glorious. If the emperor died, he would have no choice but to guard the mausoleum of Emperor Daxing.
And this Xing'an eunuch knew in his heart that now that the Supreme Emperor was restored, he might not even be able to guard the mausoleum.
Zhu Qiyu, who was helped up by the Xing'an eunuch and sat on the bed, took a deep breath and frowned while holding his stomach. He felt unbearable colic and his whole body felt light-headed and light-headed.
He leaned back quietly, lowering his head and remaining silent.
The dull air pressure made Xing'an, an old eunuch, dare not say a word.
Huh...
A long exhale.
The ferocity in Zhu Qiyu's eyes disappeared at this moment.
Especially after experiencing the vomiting of blood and fainting just now, Zhu Qiyu also completely figured it out.
Now that things have happened and seizing the door has become a fact, no matter how angry I am, it is useless.
What's more...
Emperor Jingtai suddenly smiled, seeming to be mumbling to himself, or asking the old eunuch beside him.
"If I collapse, what will happen to the world and the country."
"This..."
Naturally, the old eunuch of Xing'an did not dare to answer.
When the anger returned to calm, the first thing Emperor Jingtai thought about was what would happen to the country, the world, and the country if he really died.
"Perhaps letting him be the emperor is the best choice at the moment."
"My father chose him back then, and that position belongs to him."
Thinking of this, his heart completely calmed down.
And as an emperor who was hopeless and seriously ill, he actually had no choice.
The officials and ministers want to make Zhu Jianshen the crown prince, and the reason why he plans to go to court today is because he plans to accept the advice of the officials and agree to appoint Zhu Jianshen.
For Zhu Qiyu, there is essentially no big difference between Zhu Jianshen's ascension to the throne and Zhu Qizhen's ascension to the throne.
"I want to go out for a walk."
"Hey, Your Majesty, please be gentle."
Xing'an carefully supported Zhu Qiyu.
When his feet had just landed and the young eunuch was putting on Emperor Jingtai's shoes, Emperor Jingtai subconsciously looked up while sitting on the bed.
Next to the incense burner by the window in the Nuan Pavilion, two standing figures came into view. One of them he concluded that he had never seen before, and the other, Zhu Qiyu's vague childhood memory quickly told him the answer.<
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Zhu Qiyu smiled, very happily.
"It seems that my end is really approaching."
"I actually saw the late emperor."
With cloudy eyes, Emperor Jingtai slowly raised his hand.
He still remembered that when he was a child, his father rarely came to see him, but every time he went to say hello, he could see his father holding his elder brother's hand and teasing him.
At that moment, he longed to be held by himself.
"Dad, are you here to take me home?"
In this lonely city, Zhu Qiyu has never felt that the Forbidden City is his home.
Trapped in the desire for power, I have long forgotten where I am.
When Zhu Qiyu's voice came out, all the eunuchs, including the Xing'an eunuchs, were startled. The eunuchs subconsciously followed Zhu Qiyu's gaze. The young eunuchs were okay. Most of them entered the palace during the Jingtai period and did not recognize the people coming.
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But the old eunuchs like Xing'an shrank their pupils in shock, and fell to their knees with a thud, their scalps numb with fear.
"First, the late emperor!"
They all bowed their heads to the ground and did not dare to raise their bodies. They all thought of Amitabha Buddha in their hearts and thought that they must burn some incense for the Buddha when they return.
‘This Emperor Jingtai is much better than I expected.’
Ji Boying looked at the thin-faced Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu who was sitting beside the bed. How could he care about the world even when he was dying?
With this alone, Jingtai Zhu Qiyu can be regarded as a wise king, much better than Nabao Zong.
Most of the historiography of later generations classified Jingtai and Zhu Qiyu as mediocre and weak.
There are even some popular readings that would rather whitewash Baozong into a white lotus who was bewitched by others, but also turn Emperor Jingtai into a scheming villain.
As a result, the first impression of future generations who do not have a deep understanding of history is that Emperor Jingtai did nothing every day. He was busy with only one thing from morning to night, and that was to establish a heirloom for his son. p>
Movies and TV dramas are even more nonsense. Emperor Jingtai is unkempt, even his clothes and hair are messy.
But Ji Boying wanted to comment on Zhu Qiyu: Emperor Jingtai was a good man and a good emperor.
Externally.
In the battle to defend Peiping, everyone attributed the credit to Yu Qian, and most of them ignored the emperor Jingtai.
But in reality, this is not the case. If a ship is swaying in the wind and rain without a captain who can stabilize the market, no matter how powerful the helmsman is, he will not be able to escape the fate of capsizing.
Without Emperor Jingtai, there would have been no great victory in the Battle of Peking. There is almost no dispute about this.
Therefore, the sword is indeed sharp.
But the person who uses this knife is more important.
Internally.
Yu Qian, Li Xian, Shang Ren, Wang Yue, Wang Wen, Chen Xun, etc...
This group of capable ministers who left their names in later generations is no less impressive than any other dynasty in history. The only favored eunuch, Xing'an, was an honest man, and even Yu Qian praised him.
There is no need to say too many words about being a polite and virtuous corporal, being trustworthy in employing people, being kind to your subjects, being considerate of the people, etc.
Whether internally or externally, Emperor Jingtai can be called a wise king, and Zhu Qiyu is worthy of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty.
And the reason why he is a good person is easier to understand.
If Jingtai Zhu Qiyu is not a kind person, Zhu Qizhen still wants to seize the door?
An emperor who holds great power in office, if he really wants to do something, can he still be a stick?
What if it were Li Er of the Tang Dynasty.
The first possibility is that Baozong will most likely die directly. After all, the grassland is so big and the tribes migrate frequently. It is completely normal for a few people to get lost occasionally and then be eaten away by wolves until no bones are left. The second type is that even after bringing Baozong back, he may suddenly become ill and die in an unknown late night.
Zhu Qiyu didn't need too many methods to kill Zhu Qizhen. He didn't even need to move his hands. With an instruction, someone would naturally do it.
To sum it up.
It’s hard to say what Zhu Qiyu was like before he ascended the throne.
But after ascending the throne, Zhu Qiyu, who has lived as an emperor for eight years, can definitely be regarded as a qualified or even excellent emperor.
The only drawback.
This guy doesn’t know what he has done over the years to mess up his body, especially his reproductive function, which is most likely damaged, which is what later generations often call acquired infertility.
Facing Zhu Qiyu, Emperor Xuande remained silent and walked up to Zhu Qiyu.
Under the influence of the concept of direct descendants, since Zhu Qiyu was born, his eyes have been on Zhu Qizhen, and he basically didn't pay much attention to this second son. He didn't even consider it when he established the heir apparent.
But the facts proved that he was wrong.
Not compared to his emperor, at least compared to his eldest son Zhu Qizhen, Zhu Qiyu is simply like a cloud in the sky or a palace in the palace.
"As a father, I am proud of you."
Emperor Xuande raised his hand and caressed Jingtai Zhu Qiyu's head.
At this moment, Zhu Qiyu was stunned.
His eyes quickly turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He didn't cry when the country was about to fall, he didn't cry when his only son died, and he didn't cry when his eldest brother took away his family.
But at this moment, Emperor Xuande cried like a thirty-year-old child under his father's few words.
Because this is the approval from my father.
Regardless of whether he is an emperor or a commoner, this is the highest praise that any son of man can hope to receive.
In this scene of affectionate father and son, the eunuch of Xing'an quickly winked at the young eunuchs around him. The kneeling eunuchs immediately lowered their heads and quickly climbed out of Xinuang Pavilion.
"Dad, I'm tired."
"Take your son and leave."
Zhu Qiyu looked up at Emperor Xuande, his red eyes showing tired sincerity, he really didn't want to live anymore.
He was persecuted by officials, seriously ill, and coveted by his eldest brother, all of which made him exhausted.
"You can't leave yet."
A voice broke this rare true relationship between a father and a father at this moment.
Ji Boying walked up slowly and looked at Zhu Qiyu for a while.
"Take this, there are specific dosage plans on it."
With a casual throw, more than a dozen tablets fell on Zhu Qiyu's dragon bed like snowflakes.
"This..."
Zhu Qiyu was stunned when he looked at these ‘medicines’ that he had never seen before.
"Give you medicine to cure your illness."
Ji Boying could tell at a glance what kind of disease Zhu Qiyu had, acute gastric ulcer.
The reason why the judgment is so accurate is because Ji Boying himself had it. He had a liver attack and was sent to the emergency room.
The medicine he gave Zhu Qiyu was also something he had taken before, some commonly used Western medicine to treat acute gastric ulcers.
Because acute gastric ulcer caused body cramps, he was unable to eat, and he could not receive nutritional fluids these days, so Emperor Jingtai lost weight so quickly.
In fact, this disease is not a big problem if it is left to future generations. As long as it is sent to the doctor in time and treated, some people who are in good condition may not even need to stay in the hospital.
But in this era, if you delay the reason for a period of time, you are risking your life.
Acute gastric ulcers will begin to worsen once prolonged, and in severe cases may lead to gastric perforation and massive bleeding. In this era, once massive organ bleeding occurs, it is basically the end of the game.
In fact, in ancient times, many people died from minor illnesses that were delayed and worsened. A large number of people died from colds and fevers.
Historical records: Emperor Jingtai vomited a lot of blood before his death, and more than twenty doctors were helpless.
There is a high probability that it is worn.
"Listen to the immortal master and take the medicine."
Emperor Xuande gave instructions in a solemn voice.
Zhu Qiyu was silent for a moment.
Are you here to take me away? Are you here to treat me?
"After taking the medicine, ask the imperial doctor to prescribe you some prescriptions to replenish blood and nourish qi. Have a good rest for a few days, and then go to see your ministers."
The moment he met Zhu Qiyu, he had already decided that it would be Zhu Qiyu who would take care of the destiny.
"Servant?"
Hearing this, Zhu Qiyu burst into laughter.
"I'm afraid the Immortal Master doesn't know, but I have already..."
"The matter of seizing the door has been settled, you only need to promise me one thing."
Ji Boying's eyes under his sunglasses glanced at Zhu Qiyu.
"After you recover from your illness, I will appoint Zhu Jianshen as the crown prince."
"Don't feel unwilling."
"After your death, you were stripped of your imperial title by Zhu Qizhen and given the posthumous title of 'Rule'. It was Zhu Jianshen who rehabilitated you after he ascended the throne and restored your imperial title."
It is impossible to let Zhu Qiyu continue to be in power and then pass the throne to Zhu Jianshen.
Ji Boying had gastric ulcer, so he could give Zhu Qiyu medicine according to his symptoms.
But he didn’t survive infertility!
Moreover, infertility will be a difficult disease even in later generations. For example, sitting for long periods of time may lead to oligomycosis, let alone this era of lack of science.
The capture has been settled?!
Zhu Qiyu was startled, and he subconsciously looked at Emperor Xuande.
After receiving the recognition from his old father, he took a deep breath, stood up with his sick body supported, and bowed deeply towards Ji Boying.
"Zhu Qiyu, thank you Immortal Master for your kindness!"
"Hmm."
"After you get better, be sure not to take heavy supplements and eat lightly."
"Put this string of wind chimes away, and come to class when you feel refreshed."
After saying this, he swung the wind chime and it fell into Zhu Qiyu's hand.
Then Ji Boying's figure disappeared on the spot, and Emperor Xuande left with him.
Zhu Qiyu, holding the wind chime in his hand, was a little confused.
Disappeared?!
After being stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on the medicine on the imperial couch, and the hope of life burned in his heart.
At the same time.
The place of Fengtianmen.
Everyone who originally gathered here has disappeared.
According to Ji Boying's prior arrangements for him, Yu Qian led his ministers to the Qianqing Palace to meet Emperor Jingtai and stabilize the world.
As for Zhu Qizhen, this madman, after beheading Shi Heng, Xu Youzhen, and Cao Jixiang one after another, even though his whole body was broken, he was still running around like a madman in the Fengtianmen courtyard without orders from Emperor Jingtai. Anyone dares to arrest him.
Only in the corner of this door is a huddled figure.
‘Have you forgotten me...’
Pig's Head Castle, with tears in his eyes, looked up at the sky with despair.
Suddenly, the pupils shrank.
Because the blackened Tianshun Emperor, wearing a black robe, with blood-red eyes, and holding a curling machete, was walking towards him with inhuman steps after finding no other target to vent his anger on.
‘??????’
Pig Head Castle was stunned for a moment, endured the pain, forced himself to climb up on the wall, turned around and started running.
The Heihua Tianshun Emperor behind him quickened his pace and caught up with all his strength.
‘Brother, I am you!’
‘You are me!’
‘Why do you want to cut yourself?!’
‘We are born from the same roots, so why rush each other!!!’
Pighead felt that he had been beaten enough today, but he never expected that he would be beaten by himself in the end.
The one running in front was in so much pain that it was difficult to move even an inch, like a pig crawling.
The guy I was chasing had all his bones broken, and he walked like a zombie.
The two Zhu Qizhens ran wildly in the Fengtianmen Square at an average speed of five miles.
………………………………
Hongwu time and space, the main hall of Zuixian Tower.
When Ji Boying came back, all the emperor and princes (except Lao Zhu and A Biao) were writing furiously, copying the first volume of "Zhuan Xilu".
Those of you who haven’t handed in your homework should copy it.
As for Lao Zhu Di and Emperor Xuande, they were punished by having to copy it twice.
Under the supervision of Lao Zhu, the teaching director, there is no way to find a copywriter.
These emperors and princes, who usually don't even bother to type a √, have just written a hundred words, and their hands already feel numb.
"Brother, you are back."
Lao Zhu was supervising the punishment of his children and grandchildren, scolding a few words from time to time, and drinking tea leisurely. When he saw Ji Boying and Emperor Xuande appeared on the podium, he stood up and greeted them with a smile.
Emperor Xuande returned to his seat consciously, looked at the rice paper and examples on the table, and silently started copying.
"Hmm."
Ji Boying nodded.
"Master~"
Xi Yulian came here to serve tea to Ji Boying.
Taking the tea cup, Ji Boying took a sip, then glanced at the sitting emperors and princes, counted the number of people, and frowned slightly.
When leaving and coming back, the number of emperors and princes was the same, not less.
But he always felt that he had missed someone, but for a while he couldn't remember who he had missed.
"Lao Zhu, did you miss someone?"
Ji Boying looked at Lao Zhu.
"Ah?"
"No, the number of people is just right."
Lao Zhu chuckled.
"Brother, didn't you say you could only stay for an hour before? Why did we go so long this time?"
In fact, Lao Zhu wanted to ask this question before, but he was busy beating people up and never asked.
"Updated."
Ji Boying gave a brief reply.
Lao Zhu was stunned.
Update?
What does it mean?
"Father, the immortal master has his own wonderful way, there is no need to ask too detailed questions."
A Biao stood beside Lao Zhu and whispered.
"Ah, yes, yes, Biao'er is right."
Then Lao Zhu simply stopped thinking about it. After taking a deep breath, he looked at Ji Boying with some eagerness.
"Brother, since these bastards don't have to go back immediately, let's finish the lessons we left earlier?"
"We can't wait!"
As soon as these words came out, all the emperors and princes who were punishing people suddenly raised their heads.
They also want to know what the answers are to these doubts buried in their hearts.
"Hmm."
Ji Boying nodded and then said.
"Let me announce something first."
"Next, certain practical courses will be added to the theoretical courses."
I just finished saying this.
Lao Zhu's eyes lit up instantly.
After experiencing a practical observation class, he still felt that it was more interesting in the field.
"Of course, there is a difference between this and practical observation classes. Pure practical observation classes will continue to exist, and the two are still independent courses."
Ji Boying raised his hand and Xiyu respectfully took the teacup.
Then, get up.
"Okay, let's stop now. Let's continue the class and continue the lessons we left in Tumubao."
The teaching assistant on the side, Lianxiang, had long been accustomed to Ji Boying's teaching style. She walked forward quickly, bowed and handed over the pen dipped in ink.
Ji Boying picked up the fighting pen, moved the pen like a silver snake, and wrote the two characters "juntun" on the rice paper behind him.
"Of the three key words mentioned in Tumubao, let's talk about this one first."
"But before that."
"We need to go somewhere first to conduct an on-the-spot analysis of the military camp's final glory."
The eyes of the emperors and princes brightened again.
Simply listening to lectures in the classroom, no matter how focused you are, you will still get tired sometimes. For example, young people like Xiao Zhusi and Yongle Zhu Zhanji will fall asleep without paying attention.
The monkey said it well: If you have both style and style, you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world.
"Brother, where are we going?"
As soon as he heard that he was going out, Lao Zhu immediately became energetic. He stopped drinking tea and handed the tea cup to Xiao Zhu Si beside him.
"In the 25th year of Jiajing period, Dengzhou Guards."
When the word Jiajing came out, the eyes of three Zhu Di, including Xiao Zhusi, and three Qianjin Zhu Gaochi, all lit up, and their hunger and thirst were as frightening as that of wolves and tigers.
"That..."
Zhu Biao on the side looked hesitant and hesitated to speak.
Take a deep breath and choose to open your mouth.
"Master Immortal, can you take me with you this time?"
A Biao looked at Ji Boying warmly, and his voice was three-quarters pitiful, three-quarters pleading, three-quarters anxious, and one-third angry.