"Haha... students also know that they are kinder, so Mr. Zhu Youcong is so ridiculous!" Zhu Youcong smiled shamelessly, but unfortunately he is missing a folding fan! Well, I'll go to Fat Dad's tomorrow and steal a few.
Yes, pin it on my waist, otherwise I would really lose some of my style!
Do you still call this kindness? The sweat on Lu Shengxiang’s head is almost like a yellow river, this is called kindness? Should all the prisoners in the prison that day be pardoned? By the way, each of them will be given a good boy medal? Are you going to let it go?
Let people live?
Zhu Youcong took out another latest Di newspaper from the box, handed it to Lu Xiangsheng and said: "Sir, take a look, Shuixi chieftain Bangyan led 20,000 troops to attack Bijie, and divided his troops to defeat Anshun, Pingba, Zhanyi, Longli and others.
February Rebellion!”
"Ah?" Lu Xiangsheng really didn't know about this, so he quickly grabbed the Di newspaper and read it carefully. In the past few days, he and Xiao Changzi had been traveling day and night. When they arrived at the inn, they could hardly get up, so how could they have time to ask questions?
Others!
"Jianlu, Duoyan Sanwei, and the Shuixi Yi people... have you ever thought that our Ming Dynasty has ever treated them badly? But what have they done now? Taking advantage of the continuous disasters and the empty treasury in our Ming Dynasty, they actually declared chaos one after another and tried to poach the flesh of my Ming Dynasty.
!Drink the blood of my Ming Dynasty!" Zhu Youcong was angry! What did our Chinese nation do wrong? Do you want you to betray and deceive again and again? Why do we greet others every time we use our broad mind to tolerate others?
But all that comes are secret knives? When we are strong, you come to attack us one after another. When you are bullied, the first thing you think of is asking for our help; however, when we are weak, you show your sharp swords without shame.
The minions of the Chinese nation regard our Chinese nation as a "two-legged sheep"? Is it because we are cowardly? No! We have blood, at least we still have it now! Is it because we are stupid? No! So far, our civilization is the most advanced on the planet.
advanced!
"Rebellious minister! Be the leader of the clan!" Lu Xiangsheng was also angry, perhaps because of Zhu Youcong's influence, but more probably because of the blood of the Chinese nation flowing in his body!
"The sage said: If the sun and the moon are not high, the light will not be brilliant!" Zhu Youcong gritted his teeth: "One day, I will let them all know what the Ming Dynasty is!"
"Little Prince Gao Zhi!" Lu Xiangsheng stood up, dusted himself off, and bowed to Zhu Youcong respectfully.
Zhu Youcong suddenly made up his mind, straightened his expression, and said seriously to Lu Xiangsheng: "The student invites you to come here to ask him to help the student do a big thing!"
Here it comes! What is he going to do? Lu Xiangsheng quietly looked at the nine-year-old prince in front of him. He didn't say anything, but touched his arms again. Is he really going to do such a treasonous thing? Is this really him?
Does it mean King Fu...? King Fu has been in Luoyang for so many years. How much preparation has he made? How sure is he? If it is King Fu...then what does he mean by using such a child to test me? Could it be that
, King Fu’s power is enough to compete with the imperial court? If the strategy of Ping Liao just now was taught by others, then where is this person? Do the officials in Luoyang still listen to the imperial court? Where are the large groups of people who followed secretly behind? Can they help?
Do I behave?
Zhu Youcong looked at Lu Xiangsheng's ever-changing expression and said without scruple: "Sir, please help me to pacify the court, drive out the Tartars, and restore the Ming Dynasty..."
"Bold!" Lu Xiangsheng could no longer remain silent. He stood up and pointed at Zhu Youcong: "You boys, you don't want to serve the king or benefit the people, but you want to do such a treasonous and unethical thing. Although I am just a scholar.
, you should also carry a three-foot sword to kill your traitors for our great Ming Dynasty!"
"Rebel? Me?" Zhu Youcong was confused. I didn't say anything. Don't I just want you to help deceive some people, clean up the Donglin Party, and go on a self-guided tour of murder and arson outside the customs? I haven't said anything yet.
I want you to organize a new army! We didn’t plan to rebel, so why did we become rebels? Wait...rebellion? No, no, this brother misunderstood! It’s unfair! Who the hell told me about time travel?
Those who have a sacred halo? Who told me that as long as the time traveler raises his arms and shouts, the world will follow him? It’s hard to pretend to be a magician! No, no! I have to explain quickly, lest I lose my reputation now? Then
How unlucky it must be!….
"Sir...Sir, you have misunderstood!" Zhu Youcong quickly put on what he thought was the kindest and purest smile, "The student was originally from the royal family of the Ming Dynasty, and more importantly, the prince of Prince Fu. This life is destined to be rich and glorious, why should he go against it? The palace
There are only a few hundred guards inside, why should we fight back?"
"Then..." Lu Xiangsheng is not so easy to fool, how could he relax his vigilance just because of these few words.
Zhu Youcong squeezed out two tears from the corners of his eyes and said: "Hey... now above the Ming Dynasty, the Donglin Party members and the other parties are united in fighting against dissidents, and the power of the eunuchs has greatly increased; outside the court, natural disasters and military disasters continue.
Lianlian. The people are suffering, and the emperor is in trouble! Therefore, I would like to ask you, sir, to help me cultivate a group of loyal and upright ministers for the emperor!" The conversation suddenly changed again: "Sir, do you know what my greatest wish is in my life?"
Lu Xiangsheng remained silent. What's your biggest wish? I'm not a bug in your belly. Who knows what you, a fat guy, are thinking about? Do you want to gain a few more pounds?
Zhu Youcong did not continue to toss, and said very coquettishly: "Students are not interested in waking up and holding the power of killing, but are they interested in lying drunk on the knees of beautiful women... Hehe... That's really what I yearn for! Students only want the world to be peaceful, and the people
When you are in good health, you can earn a little money, get a few wives and concubines, visit various places in the Ming Dynasty, and then go to various places in the world to cheat and kidnap, then this life will be enough!"
"Bata!"
Lu Xiangsheng's jaw dropped to the floor. Who is this little fat guy? From the beginning, he was resourceful, to ruthless, and then compassionate, how come he suddenly turned into a playboy? It's okay to make money to get a wife, but what the hell are you doing?
?Still thinking about cheating and abducting people everywhere?
"Are you serious?" In fact, Lu Xiangsheng never thought that King Fu's lineage would rebel since he left the capital. A counterattack is not so easy to succeed. If King Fu has close contacts with the Donglin Party members, then he can still have such an idea.
It makes sense; but the two sides had already fallen out over the issue of King Fu's vassalage, so the possibility of cooperation was too slim.
"Of course it's true!" Zhu Youcong's face was full of sincerity, and his fat face was really convincing.
Rebellion? That’s so shameless! What’s the benefit of being an emperor? You’re too busy to stay in the palace all day long. Do you have to take care of natural and man-made disasters? Do you have to worry about courtiers forming cliques? Do you have to take care of unstable frontiers? You have to even sleep.
Keeping one eye open, worrying about whether someone will rebel tomorrow! Marrying a wife is not necessarily what you like, that is taking care of the overall situation! Even having children is troublesome, and it is not enough to just have a daughter. The subjects of the world will definitely
You are more anxious than the grandparents who want to have grandchildren in future generations. Of course, it is not impossible to be a fool, but you have to be careful about the kitchen knife that may fall on your head from time to time!
"Okay, let the common people believe in the young prince for the time being!" Facing this little fat man, Lu Xiangsheng really couldn't figure it out. Let's take a look first and then talk about it. If he really wants to... touch his arms, it's okay, that guy from Jingli
Already noticed this Luoyang!
Agree? Agree so quickly? I prepared a lot of excuses, why did you agree? There is a conspiracy, there must be a conspiracy! Look around, well, there are still a few guards there. Zhu Youcong considered
Should we take down the guy in front of us and use any kind of torture to extract a confession? Forget it, at least they didn’t scream for death, and they didn’t make noises about resigning. At least he stayed, hum, stay
Just get down, as long as you stay, I will find a way to make you my most loyal...
"Little prince, what is this?" Lu Xiangsheng, who decided to stay and observe carefully, suddenly became interested in the things on the table.
"This..." Why did you forget to hide this thing? Zhu Youcong became very angry when he saw this model. Old liar, don't let me touch you, or I will smash you into crystal pieces!
Outside the Pass, Liaoyang, outside Azige Mansion….
The guard at the door looked at a wretched figure walking around with disdain.
Why did it take so long? Why did it take so long this time? Thinking that his wife might be panting under the body of the seventeen-year-old boy in the house, he didn't feel the slightest bit sad. Isn't she just a wife? Missing me
An excellent time traveler, an elite in future generations, is still afraid that he will not be able to find a wife in the future?
Hey... I've been here for almost ten years, why? Why did I, a high-ranking official from later generations, travel to the present generation and be the 17th grandson of Fan Zhongyan, the famous prime minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, Fan Wencheng, went south with the army many times but was not reused? In the past
...Yes, it’s not like I’ve never given my wife to others to play with in order to get promoted and make a fortune. He raised his head and looked at the door again. This Azig is too unruly; a year ago, I gave my wife away from time to time.
Come here, but he never takes my matter to heart.
This time... I racked my brains and spent a lot of effort to make this telescope. How could I be accepted this time? As long as I can see the twelfth prince, I can use him to connect with Huang Taiji.
, will my days of rapid success be far away? I can't say anything else, but I know a lot of the secrets of being an official!
South? Ming Dynasty? Humph! Isn’t it just a matter of greed for some money, settling some unjust cases, and robbing some people’s wealth? Is this considered a big deal? Why did you, Zhu Yuanzhang, demote your ancestor who was the county magistrate of Yunmeng County, Hubei?
And sent our whole family from Leping County in Jiangxi to this cold place? What about the destiny of the country and the great justice of the nation? None of it is as important to me as my personal future!
Traitor? Don’t think that my body is Han Chinese, my soul is originally Manchu! Later generations have already sent their wives and children abroad, holding foreign passports, waiting for me to live a happy life together. Now I
Although I have traveled through time, I have also become the famous Fan Wencheng! I know that we Manchus will become the noblest race, and that is enough! The days ahead are bright! I will become a human master in the future!
"Mr. Fan, Brother Twelve invites you in!" A guard who came out of the door looked at Fan Wencheng as if he were looking at a maggot. He really didn't understand why the master would agree to meet this humble slave this time.
"Yes, yes! I'll go right now!" Fan Wencheng quickly took off his clothes, straightened the bastard shell on his head, bowed and followed the guards into the house.
"The slave bows to his master!" It is said that he is bowing, and it is indeed worthy of the name. Fan Wencheng touched his head to the ground, and his limbs were half bent on the ground; if he were to carry a big pot, he would look like a... Well, we won't
Tell you what that is!
"Well." Azig didn't ask Fan Wencheng to sit down. Perhaps he was still thinking about whether he should give Fan Wencheng a green hat to wear. "What you contributed this time is very good and will help our army fight."
!”
"Thank you, Master, for the compliment, slave..." It's not easy, it's not easy! My wife has never received such a warm reception in a year, let alone the praise from the twelfth brother. Fan Wencheng was so excited that he didn't even know it.
What can I say?
"Your wife has been training well recently!" Azig didn't really want to waste time with this slave. If it weren't for the sake of his wife and the fact that the things he presented this time were indeed useful, he wouldn't bother to meet him. He thought of the room.
Azig was really reluctant to return that woman to him so early. "It just so happened that my family recently..."
"My wife has never understood the rules, so I asked my master to help me discipline her!" Fan Wencheng was so shrewd that he hurriedly accepted Azig's words before he finished speaking. Although he spent a lot of time to train her with actions seen in later pornographic films,
But now that the master has spoken, how can I not give it away?
"Okay, then I will help you discipline Yi Yue. You stand down!" Azig stood up and suddenly remembered something. "By the way, I will go to the eighth prince's house in a few days, and you should go too!"
"Thank you, Master!" Well, there was finally hope of catching up with Huang Taiji. Fan Wencheng was thinking about whether to dress up his sister as a gift to his new master after he goes back.