After some analysis, he roughly understood the current situation. The next new historical direction was in his own hands! But what should he do next?

In terms of mentality, Zhu Houcong was a little hesitant. If he did well, it was established by the laws of his ancestors, not your ability. The reputations of Taizu and Chengzu in later generations would be too difficult to surpass; if he did not do well, future generations would

The history books will definitely put all the responsibility for the decline of the Ming Dynasty on himself.

Thinking about it this way, he somewhat understood why the Jiajing Emperor, who was ranked among the top in history for his wit and power, would not go to court for more than ten years. He was addicted to women in the early stage and Taoism in the later stage. It seemed that he was just for this life.

One thing is to invite your parents into the Ancestral Temple. It is really a situation where there are too many officials and constant civil strife. There are powerful enemies outside and weak walls fighting inside. After all, a person's strength is limited. If he can't support it, he can only be destroyed.

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It’s time to travel through the torture of people’s souls!

Is he just like the Jiajing in history, who recognized the reality and lay down as soon as possible and let them fight. He only needs beautiful women and delicious food to enjoy his life, and it is not a time in vain?

It is better to eradicate the chaos and spend forty years to create a vibrant Ming universe where all things thrive!

"Huang Jin?"

"Master, I'm here." The young eunuch Huang Jin hurriedly came closer and helped Zhu Houcong sit up: "Master, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry. It's been a long time since I went to school? Is Mr. Zhang here today?"

"Yes, I am." Huang Jin saw him getting up and quickly took the clothes and helped him put them on: "It's just that the master has just recovered from a serious illness..."

Zhu Houcong put on his clothes, opened the door and walked out, answering Huang Jin's doubts with his actions.

The situation is probably analyzed.

He has developed work habits over the years and needs to do a detailed market research before making the right choice because he still doesn't know many details.

Only after conducting market research can we decide on the next choice. The person who knows the situation of Ming Dynasty best is of course his teacher Zhang Bangqi. This person who is in the officialdom but whose heart is outside the officialdom is the so-called bystander.

One of the most important qualities of an accountant is to be rigorous, rigorous, and more rigorous!

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It's March in spring, but the weather has not warmed up as expected. Only the green spots on the willow trees in the distance indicate that spring has arrived.

Thirty-seven-year-old Zhang Bangqi, the deputy envoy of Huguang University who was born as a Jinshi, was sitting under the eaves motionless, like a sculpture, with half of the chess pieces placed on the chessboard in front of him.

A few days ago, he received another letter from Wang Shouren. His forty-nine-year-old friend had just been awarded the title of Xinjian Bo for his contribution in quelling the rebellion of King Ning. In the letter, Wang Shouren proudly shared

Some recent thoughts on studying things to gain knowledge.

Wang Shouren's career success greatly promoted the promotion of "Yangming Xinxue". When today's literati gather together, the export is either to study things to gain knowledge, or to unify knowledge with action.

Zhang Bangqi mainly studied Zhu Cheng's Neo-Confucianism. Although Wang Shouren's psychology was further developed on the basis of Zhu Cheng's Neo-Confucianism, there are still considerable differences between the two.

Ever since Zhu Houcong fell seriously ill last winter, the academic community had become deserted, and he had to have some free time to try to accept new schools of thought and investigate things.

But facing the chessboard, he could never quietly peer into his heart and understand the profound truth on the chessboard. He was always thinking about his student.

Among the many Zhu family disciples, this student of mine is an alternative. Apart from him, no one can calm down and study at the moment.

Of course, this cannot be completely blamed on them. Since becoming an ancestor, the imperial court has imposed many restrictions on the princes and younger brothers of the feudal clan. It can be said that they have no worries about food and clothing but no future.

As a result, these disciples have a false reputation, sit on the throne and have a lot of money, but they cannot recognize their talents, and they have no facilities for knowing and courage. They spend their days drinking and doing random things.

Instead of prohibiting it, the imperial court secretly condoned and encouraged it in order to weaken its will and consolidate its imperial power.

Only Zhu Houcong could strictly restrain himself and study seriously at all times.

"Why……"

Zhang Bangqi glanced at the empty gate of the university. A leaf, which had been supported through the cold winter, finally flew with the wind, spinning and falling to the ground.

After withdrawing from his thoughts, Zhang Bangqi turned his attention to the chessboard in front of him again. The red handsome men, chariots and horses each maintained their positions.

Life is like chess!

At this time, two thousand miles away in the Forbidden City, there was also a withered leaf, which survived the winter snow and cold wind, and finally fell to the ground amidst the desolate and sad tones of the Jingyang Bell.

On March 14, Emperor Zhengde, who was only thirty-one years old, finally ended his dramatic and short life.

Another old man stood there in a daze, letting the leaves fall to his shoulders. He did not move or speak.

Yang Tinghe, who has white beard and hair and is wearing a crimson python robe, has aged much as the bell rings, the wrinkles on his face are deep and his eyes have become heavier.

There is a world of difference from Zhang Bangqi, his emperor's student is really too absurd.

In these years, he neither cared about government affairs nor got close to women. In addition to having fun in the Leopard House all day long, he would also go to the suburbs to practice martial arts. He even led his men in the Northern Expedition under the pseudonym of General Zhu Shou, and defeated sixteen enemies and suffered hundreds of losses. Brilliant” achievement.

The most critical and troublesome thing is that the emperor did not leave any heirs!

This fatal point has caused the current imperial court to look like a calm river, but underneath, there has been an undercurrent surging among relatives and officials. Now that the emperor has passed away, this undercurrent is bound to surge up and stir up trouble.

Looking back on when I was young, I was very high-spirited and wanted to assist a generation of wise kings in the world.

Scenes of the past have gone through my mind countless times. Now that Emperor Zhengde has passed away and he is old, the struggle for power in the court cannot stop.

This officialdom is like a rough sea, killing people invisible and trying to swallow everything on the water all the time. If anyone loses his fighting spirit, he will be torn apart by the waves and sink into the dark and bottomless abyss.

No one knows if this old man could go back to the year when he was a Jinshi at the age of nineteen, whether he would still choose to leave Sichuan and take the path he is on today. He himself has no idea.

However, these are not important anymore.

The important thing is that he must cheer up now and fight again to choose the next new emperor.

"Mr. Ge..."

The little eunuch beside him reached out and picked off the leaves from Yang Tinghe's shoulders, and waited on them carefully.

"Let's go to Qianqing Palace!"

Yang Tinghe put his hands into his sleeves, thought for a moment and then stretched them out to hang by his side. His eyes were once again filled with the light of battle. He straightened his back and strode towards the dark Qianqing Palace, which was ready to devour people's hearts at any time.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was admitted to the Hanlin Academy more than forty years ago. At that time, he was full of confidence in the future and full of fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!