Originally, it was Lao Zhu after class today.

On the way to the site selection site of the Royal Tiangong Institute with A Biao.

This piece of land is right on the edge of the imperial city, next to the river and backed by mountains. It is an absolute treasure of Feng Shui.

The Royal Tiangong Institute is now the undisputed number one construction project of the Hongwu Dynasty. If you want land, give land, and if you want money, give money.

The emperor even personally ordered the Ministry of Works to complete the first phase of construction of Tiangongyuan within one quarter.

Sitting on the dragon boat, Lao Zhu suddenly thought of a question, that is, how will his twenty-six sons live in the future? After all, Lao Zhu is a good father who attaches great importance to the education of his children.

In Lao Zhu's opinion, under his own education and under the shining of his brilliance, each of these brats will surely become outstanding among men.

At least, that’s what Lao Zhu thinks.

Just as he was thinking about it, Lao Zhu planned to find time to ask his brother Master Ji.

Suddenly, the wind chime rang around my waist.

Since his brother called him, Lao Zhu certainly did not hesitate and answered the call decisively.

When he came in response to the call of the wind chime, when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, especially when he saw Zhu Zaijing, his brows furrowed.

With Lao Zhu’s sophistication, how could he not know what happened?

"Lao Zhu, I'll leave him to you."

Ji Boying patted Lao Zhu on the shoulder.

"Let him sweat."

Glancing at Zhu Zaijing.

This guy is about to be burned by the fire.

Ji Boying couldn't help but think of Zhu Zaijing's title when he was a prince, King Yu, King Yu. Don't be too precise with the title.

At this moment, if Zhu Zaijing does not vent his anger, he will probably explode.

There are two ways to vent your anger.

The first is to rely on these seven Hu Ji.

The second type relies on Lao Zhu.

Of course, the methods of the orchids and the great ancestor are naturally different.

The Orchids relied on pinching, while Lao Zhu relied on beating.

Let Zhu Zaijing bleed some and sweat a little, and naturally the anger in his body will dissipate.

"Yeah."

Lao Zhu nodded with a dark face.

It just so happened that he was carrying a mace.

Because of his recent habit of attending classes, Lao Zhu has become accustomed to always keeping a mace by his side no matter where he is.

Wherever Taizu is, he will always be accompanied by wolf fangs.

Even when they went to court, a mace was placed next to the throne, scaring all the ministers so hard that they didn't dare to breathe.

Holding the mace in his hand, Lao Zhu walked towards Zhu Zaijing.

"Tai, Tai, Taizu!"

"I, I am your eighth generation grandson!"

Zhu Zaijing subconsciously turned around to run away, but Lao Zhu was already chasing him with the mace in his hand.

‘Bang’.

The seven charming orchids beside the dragon were so frightened that they all screamed and ran away.

"You keep an eye here to avoid any accidents."

Ji Boying warned the Jiajing Immortal that Lao Zhu's attack was neither light nor heavy. If he was disabled, it would be another problem.

Seeing Lao Zhu appearing with a mace, the Jiajing Immortal looked very ugly. He was also afraid!

Jiajing was afraid that Taizu would go crazy after a while, so he also gave him a few hammers.

But Master spoke, so I had to obey.

"Ah!"

A scream came from Zhu Zaijing.

Immortal Jiajing looked over subconsciously, and the corners of his eyes twitched when he saw it, it was so cruel!

Continuously.

"Master, can you give me one or two protective weapons for my disciples?"

In the opinion of Jiajing Immortal, it is just a good opportunity to gather some wool, and the master will not give himself nothing.

Protective weapon?

Ji Boying glanced at the Jiajing Immortal.

Think for a moment.

Raising his hand, a palm-sized round iron box of red and khaki appeared in the palm of his hand. There were incomprehensible runes on the surface of the iron box.

"This thing is called "One Qi Baizhang Jue". When you are in trouble, open this box against the wind. With you as the center, no one within a hundred feet dares to approach."

"If the situation becomes uncontrollable, you open this box."

Following the spirit of an immortal, Ji Boying handed the iron box to Jiajing, then turned around and left.

He still has someone to meet.

Hai Rui, Hai Qingtian.

Swish.

Ji Boying's figure disappeared on the spot.

The moment Jiajing Immortal received this box of "One Qi Bai Zhang Jue", he was instantly excited!

‘Immortal weapon!’

‘This is an immortal weapon!’

Immortal Jiajing could even imagine how radiant it would be when his Taoist robes fluttered in the wind and started this "a hundred-foot-long breath" moment.

‘No one dares to come close within a hundred feet.’

‘It’s so powerful and terrifying!’

Take a deep breath.

Immortal Jiajing looked at the round iron box carefully.

‘It looks ordinary on the outside, but it seems that this is the legendary return to nature.’

‘The path of immortality is ethereal, and the great road has no edge. The more mysterious things are, the more simple and unpretentious they are.’

Staring at the runes on the iron box, Jiajing Immortal memorized their appearance one by one and imprinted them on Zhihong's mind.

‘These runes must be the magic spells that activate the magic weapon.’

‘If this emperor can study and practice it and integrate it into his heart, he will definitely benefit greatly.’

Immortal Jiajing stared at such a small iron box, studying it in fascination.

As for Zhu Zaijing, who is currently dominated by Lao Zhu's mace and is trapped in fear and despair, he is no longer within the concern of the Jiajing Immortal.

Xiu Xian and his biological son.

Which is more important?

Jiajing: Do you still need to ask this? Whenever this emperor frowns, it is disrespectful to the Xuanqing Jiaohua Tianzun!

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Hainan, Qiongshan.

It was quiet at night, with only a few insects chirping occasionally.

In a simple dilapidated old house, an old man with gray hair was sitting alone under the old locust tree in the courtyard, using needle and thread to mend the holes in his clothes.

The most upright official and the most upright minister of the Ming Dynasty were hailed by the people as Hai Rui and Hai Gangfeng of Hai Qing Tian.

Hai Rui's life was wonderful, but also miserable.

You can definitely write a miserable life.

As of the fifth year of Longqing, Haigangfeng has married three wives, taken one concubine, and given birth to two sons.

And in the forty-fifth year of Jiajing, that was the year when Hai Rui carried a coffin and wrote the "Public Security Book", scolded the Jiajing gods until they were all bruised, and was finally imprisoned and almost hanged.

His two sons died one after another.
To be continued...