‘If you don’t mess up your life, you will lose half your happiness.’

‘What does it mean to show it off? Is it really happy to show it off?’

When all the emperors and princes looked at the newly written line on the rice paper, they all had such an inexplicable thought in their hearts.

"Brother, what do you mean by showing off?"

Lao Zhu couldn't bear this confusion and asked first.

If he is really happy, he, Lao Zhu, would also like to show off.

Ji Boying put down the fighting pen in his hand and frowned slightly. He suddenly forgot that Lao Zhu and the rest of the world couldn't understand the meaning of the term "shattered".

I glanced at the emperors on the seats, and finally my eyes fell on Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaijing.

If the discussion of the Eight Classics is serious, the only one who can give Wanli a try is probably his father, Zhu Zaijing.

After all, even if it is Zhu Qizhen, it is still a joke, not a mess.

As for the Jiajing Immortal and the Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen, although these two did not go to court, they still had everything that the emperor should take care of, so naturally they could not be considered a mess.

Zhu Zaijing's back instantly felt cold: Master Immortal, what do you think I'm doing?!

"Don't worry, you will naturally understand this word after the lecture is over."

With a short sentence, Lao Zhu's problem was temporarily dismissed.

Some words are not easy to understand literally, but it is very simple to express them with examples.

Lao Zhu nodded.

Then, after a short pause, he continued to ask again.

"Brother, is this Wanli ZTE real ZTE or fake?"

Lao Zhu has obviously been played badly by Ji Boying.

First there was Zhu Qizhen, the God of War of the Ming Dynasty, then there was Zhu Youtang of Hongzhi Zhongxing, and now there is Zhu Yijun of Wanli Zhongxing. He really felt that he was about to be played by the immortal master.

"Father, since the immortal masters have written down that the three great campaigns of Wanli are the glory of our Ming Dynasty, then this Wanli ZTE must be true."

Old Zhu Di took a deep breath, looked at the words 'Three Great Marches of Wanli' on the rice paper, and said.

For this warlike emperor, the glory of national war is the first priority.

In his eyes, there is a bit of expectation at this moment.

Not only Lao Zhu and Lao Zhu Di, but also Emperor Hongxi and Emperor Xuande, they also discovered a strange problem.

Since Emperor Xuande, the old Zhu family seems to have been cursed. From now on, the emperors of tomorrow, Zhu Qizhen, Zhu Jianshen, Zhu Youtang, Zhu Houzhao, Zhu Houcong, and Zhu Zaijing, will all be counted one by one, regardless of merit. Good or bad, few are normal.

"Father, when the immortal master is teaching, it is best not to interrupt frequently. When the immortal master finishes speaking, you and I will naturally understand."

Ah Biao frowned slightly and looked at his father.

Lao Zhu also paused, and then smiled slightly sheepishly.

"We are just a little impatient."

"Biao'er is right, just listen to what my brother says."

Ji Boying glanced at Lao Zhu. Regarding the question of whether Wanli ZTE was true or false, Ji Boying did not reply directly, but continued to preach.

"The Wanli dynasty lasted forty-eight years in total."

"There were five conquests during this period."

‘Five Signs?’

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. They wiped their eyes subconsciously and looked at the words written on the rice paper again to make sure that they were not looking at the flowers. The rice paper did indeed write the three major signs of Wanli, not Wanli.

Five Signs.

"The first expedition is the southern expedition to Dongxu."

"Taungoo is located in Burma."

"This war started when Toungoo invaded Yunnan of the Ming Dynasty. It lasted for more than twenty years. In the final result, the Ming Dynasty recognized the legitimacy of the Toungoo Dynasty's possession of Mengyang, Mubang, and Xingwei."

‘Failed?!’

Lao Zhu's eyelids twitched, how could our Ming Dynasty compromise with this small country of Burma! It even ceded the land!

He looked sulky and was about to have an attack.

"Father, Mengyang, Mubang, and Xingwei are actually the territories of the chieftains. Strictly speaking, they are not considered the territory of our Ming Dynasty."

Abiao reminds you loudly.

Only then did Lao Zhu suppress his anger, but he was still angry. Even if he didn't cede territory, losing to such a small country would still be a loss of face.

Zhu Laosi, Lao Zhu Di and other emperors could not help but frown.

"The Second March, Ningxia Rebellion."

"In the 20th year of Wanli, the commander of Ningxia's Weidu, Kuai Baibenbian, appointed Li Rusong as the commander-in-chief of Ningxia. After five months, Li Rusong captured Ningxia City and surrounded Kuai Bai's family. Kuai Bai's family committed suicide, and the rebellion was put down."
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Hearing this, Lao Zhu felt a little more comfortable. At this time, the Ming Dynasty could still have the power to suppress the rebellion so quickly, which shows that the military equipment is not bad.

Lao Zhu did not think wrong about this. Wanli was used to being a failure. Except for the last few years, he never failed in the military. The most important reason why the three major expeditions were successful was that the military pay was sufficient.

Distributed.

Of course, most of this payment comes from the internal treasury, and there is no way to covet Zhu Yijun’s military salary.

"The Third March, the Battle of Korea."

"Starting from the 20th year of Wanli, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who ended the Japanese civil strife and unified the Japanese islands, sent out nearly 300,000 troops twice and divided them into nine routes to capture North Korea. The Ming Dynasty sent troops to aid North Korea as the suzerain, and finally suffered five casualties.

Thousands of people were killed, and the victory was achieved at a cost of 100,000 Japanese soldiers, which maintained the Ming Dynasty's national prestige in East Asia and reintegrated the political and military forces of various countries in East Asia."

"Okay!"

Lao Zhu's face was just filled with joy, but before he could raise his hand, he slapped it on the armrest of the Grand Master's chair.

Zhu Zaijing's "good" word was already shouted out loud.

This guy looks more excited than anyone else at this moment.

Just like the kind of parents who can't do anything on their own and go to school to hold parent-teacher conferences for their overachieving sons, with 'everything is a result of my education' written all over their faces.

Ji Boying glanced at the excited Zhu Zaijing, and he actually still had something to say.

‘Although the Korean War was a great victory, the elites of Liao Town suffered great damage on the Korean battlefield and lost their ability to contain Nurhaci in a short period of time.’

"The fourth campaign, the Bozhou Rebellion."

"Yang Yinglong, the chieftain of Bozhou, launched a rebellion. Wanli took Li Hualong as the commander-in-chief and governor of the military affairs of Sichuan, Huguang, and Guizhou provinces to encircle and suppress Yang Yinglong. In the end, Yang Yinglong was defeated and died, and the rebellion subsided."

Speaking of which.

Ji Boying did not continue speaking, but stopped and sat down on the central chair.

Xiyu presented a cup of tea at the right time.

Take the tea and drink it lightly.

The current classroom atmosphere is obviously very relaxed as the three major strategies for victory in the Ming Dynasty have all been explained.

So much so that everyone thought that the dispute between Ming and Myanmar must be an accident.

"It seems that this Zhu Yijun is not bad, he has the style of a descendant of my Zhu family."

Lao Zhu chuckled and praised.

"This is all the result of my father. Without my father's blood, how could our Zhu family have such descendants?"

Lao Zhu Di smiled. Although Lao Zhu Di was more than ten years older than Lao Zhu, it did not prevent him from flattering him at all.

"I think Zhu Yijun was able to win these three games entirely because of his father's protection."

When it comes to flattering his father, Jianwen Zhu Laosi is not far behind.

"Ah, yes, yes."

Xiao Zhusi quickly followed.

"It seems that Zhu Yijun is my Ming God of War!"

I don't know who came to say such a sentence. The black Zhu Qizhen who was sitting in the seat couldn't help but frowned and glanced at Zhu Jianshen who was speaking out in the crowd. Zhu Jianshen felt a chill on his back.

Naturally, he heard about Zhu Qizhen's brilliant record during recess. He had broken bones all over his body and was still able to chase people with a machete and chop them wildly.

As for the others, they all looked at the flattery of their ancestors and did not dare to participate.

The Jiajing Immortal gave Longqing Zhu Zaijing a look that was barely complimentary, to the effect of saying: You boy, your shooting practice is good.

Zhu Zaijing smiled and gave his father a meaningful look.

The general idea is: Dad, your marksmanship is also very good, otherwise how could you have given birth to a sharpshooter like me?

Only Ah Biao was taking notes while silently waiting for the immortal master's next words.
To be continued...