Zhang Juzheng emphasized his tone.

"Confucius said: You don't talk about strange powers and confuse the gods."

"Sir, this is what you taught me before."

The meaning of this giant saying is that a gentleman should keep the right path in mind and keep a respectful distance from ghosts and gods, otherwise he will be controlled by ghosts and gods.

Zhang Juzheng looked stunned.

I was actually educated by a nine-year-old baby, but I still couldn't refute it.

Because these words were indeed taught by him. He still remembered that after he finished speaking this paragraph, he solemnly warned Zhu Yijun not to blindly study ghosts and gods like his grandfather. Ghosts and gods must be respected, but they must stay away from them. Only by believing in hard work can prosperity be achieved.

Bang.

Maybe this is to slap yourself in the face and shoot yourself in the foot.

For a moment, Zhang Juzheng was speechless.

"Who are you? You broke into the Wenhua Palace without permission, and you dared to bewitch the elder of the court in front of me. You know how serious your sin is!"

Xiao Wanli flicked his sleeves and scolded sternly.

"Your Highness, you must not be disrespectful!"

Zhang Juzheng panicked, and quickly grabbed Zhu Yijun, fearing that this boy would continue to say something treacherous, and if he offended the immortal master, he would be doomed.

"Humph."

"I didn't expect that you, a monster like you, would actually be here to lure Mr. Bewitching."

"If I succumb to your evil methods today, how can I have the dignity to occupy the position of the East Palace of the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Yijun glared at the person in front of him. Although he was young, he said one thing after another.

The words fell.

Boom!

A bolt of thunder directly shattered the eaves of Wenhua Hall.

Before Xiao Wanli could react, there was another thunderous sound, and the thunderbolt landed impartially on Zhu Yijun's head.

Suddenly, Zhu Yijun felt a sense of paralysis coming over him.

Ji Boying deliberately controlled the amount of this thunder. When the previous system update package was updated, the 'Thunder Punishment' function was optimized, allowing Ji Boying to control the intensity of this thunder.

Ji Boying adjusted the intensity of the thunder that just fell on Zhu Yijun to within the 36 volts that the human body can tolerate.

Plop.

Zhu Yijun knelt down instantly.

"Young man Zhu Yijun, meet the Xuanqing Jiaohua Tianzun!"

Zhang Juzheng on the side was stunned, and he knelt now? Wasn't it very arrogant just now?

Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Juzheng solemnly.

"Zuo Chuan said: If you know you have made a mistake, correct it. There is no greater good."

‘Interesting.’

Ji Boying glanced at Zhu Yijun, who was kneeling to salute him. This little fat guy was quite interesting, and there was no sign of him posing backwards at all.

Sure enough, the changes in a person's life are subversive.

Then he glanced at Zhang Juzheng.

"You taught a good student."

Zhang Juzheng hurriedly bowed and apologized.

"The Immortal Master is full of praise, the Immortal Master is full of praise."

Ji Boying glanced at the table where Xiao Wanli was studying. It was already piled with various books. It felt like a hundred-day sprint, a three-year college entrance examination and a five-year simulation.

A nine-year-old child is so strict and has no childhood happiness at all.

This reminded him of Zhu Yijun in history. After Longqing died and Wanli ascended the throne, Zhang Juzheng could be said to be both a minister and father to Wanli.

The strict management of Wanli is simply outrageous.

Even when Zhang Juzheng was teaching Wanli, even if little Wanli made a mistake in writing a word, Zhang Juzheng would reprimand him loudly in person, completely denying Wanli, who had already ascended the throne, any dignity that should belong to the emperor.

As for having fun, that's even more impossible.

In Lao Zhang's view, Zhu Yijun wanted to be a sage king comparable to Yao and Shun. Even food and drink expenses had to be frugal, and he couldn't even add a few dishes during the New Year.

On the contrary, Lao Zhang himself was extravagant and wasteful, never restrained, and had a feeling that "only the chief minister is allowed to set fires, and the emperor is not allowed to light lamps".

When Wanli found out about this, he was so angry that he couldn't sleep for several nights.

Once, Zhu Yijun got drunk and beat a palace servant. He was the emperor of the dynasty. Not to mention that he just beat a palace servant when he was drunk. Even if he beat him to death, it would not be a big deal.

But after Zhang Juzheng learned about this, he immediately escalated the situation and submitted a letter in the name of the cabinet, bringing the matter directly to Wanli's mother, Empress Dowager Li. Empress Dowager Li called Zhu Yijun over and scolded her, and then threw it out to Zhu Yijun.

A book of "Book of Han" and opened "The Biography of Huo Guang".

The general meaning is that if you don’t listen to Zhang Shoufu, you will be destroyed today.

Good guy, Wanli woke up in a flash.

In the end, Zhang Juzheng rushed to the scene and punished Wanli by kneeling for three hours. It should be noted that Wanli had been on the throne for eight years and was a serious emperor.

"I'm going to take him to a class."

Ji Boying spoke calmly.

In the time and space of Longqing, Zhu Zaijing, who only knew how to play shooting, was completely useless. Ji Boying's only hope for Zhu Zaijing was to take good care of his body and extend his standby time.

Since the tuba is no longer available, it is natural to start practicing the trumpet.

First, let the little Wanli listen and read the path that the old Wanli walked in another time and space. This kind of education is the most direct.

After all, Xiao Wanli, who is now nine years old, seems to have very good qualifications and is quite like a wise king.

"The prince is very lucky to be taught by an immortal master."

Zhang Juzheng replied repeatedly.

"Hmm."

Ji Boying gave a slight 'hmm', and then the kneeling little Wanli disappeared on the spot.

Then, his eyes fell on Zhang Juzheng.

After thinking for a moment, Ji Boying spoke.

"Zhang Juzheng, there is something I want to remind you."

Zhang Juzheng's face straightened.

"If you ask the immortal master to give you some advice, Zhang Juzheng will definitely keep it in mind."

"When you teach Zhu Yijun, you must remember to give priority to guidance and tap into his spontaneity, rather than blindly forcing or blindly supervising him. I hope you can become a beacon in his imperial career, rather than exert any influence on him."

A nightmare that never goes away."

Say it.

Ji Boying's figure disappeared on the spot.

‘Lighthouse.’

‘Nightmare.’

Zhang Juzheng frowned and thought deeply about what the immortal master just said to him.

…………………………

Hongwu time and space, Zuixian Tower.

When Ji Boying came back, all the students in the class, from Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang to shooting master Zhu Zaijing, were all surrounded by little Wanli. Everyone was extremely interested in this cute little chubby boy.

"This is our ninth grandson."

Lao Zhu was obviously very happy about the appearance of this little chubby guy, and he smiled and pinched Xiao Wanli's fat face.

This kind of elderly people have always been particularly close to children of another generation. This is the so-called closeness of another generation.

What's more, in Lao Zhu's heart at this time, Wanli was the master of ZTE, and his love for him was beyond words.

Old Zhu Di and the others were laughing non-stop, pinching little Wanli here and there, making little Wanli uncomfortable and feeling like he was being collectively molested by a group of old men.

If his father Zhu Zaijing hadn't introduced in advance that these people were ancestors, little Wanli would have run away.

"The Immortal Master is back."

A Biao's voice pulled everyone back.

The words "children and grandchildren" are a kind of breathing pain to Abiao.

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Chapter completed!