Ji Boying nodded, glanced at Lao Zhu, and then glanced at all the emperors and princes sitting on their seats.

"The existence of Nurhaci is of great inspiration to you."

"In order to avoid incidents like this from happening again, the first thing we have to do is to understand how people like Nurhachi appeared and how they rose up in the dynasty."

"Only by understanding the root causes of these problems can we achieve better prevention and even formulate corresponding systems in a targeted manner."

"And the best way to understand this is to let him speak for himself."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone nodded.

They all agree with the immortal master's view.

After listening to Li Er's lecture just now, they have already discovered something.

Looking at the deeds of a legendary person from various history books or from the outside, what we can see and learn is too one-sided. Only by listening to the person himself can we understand it.

At this moment, they could also understand why the immortal master wanted to give them foreign lessons.

Especially the Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen. There is no doubt that Zhu Jianshen was a capable emperor. Otherwise, Chenghua Zhongxing would not have been possible. However, the fact that he did not trust his ministers at all was not advisable.

After all, the emperor is not an iron man. He will get tired one day and cannot work hard for ten years.

There is nothing inherently wrong with trusting ministers. What is wrong is not knowing how to attach the trust that belongs to the emperor.

And these are what they should learn from Li Shimin.

"Master Immortal, with that old slave's character, how could he be willing to tell it in front of us?"

Abiao spoke subconsciously.

Lao Zhu frowned and subconsciously took out his flintlock gun from his sleeve.

"If he doesn't tell us, we'll shoot him in the head again."

Ji Boying glanced at the father and son, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"He will talk."

If Ji Boying told him that he could show him the Qing Dynasty, the old slave would definitely compromise.

‘Nurhaci?’

Li Er, who was sitting in his seat, listened to the conversation between the Immortal Master and the great emperors, and frowned. He obviously didn't understand, and his eyes fell on the gun in Lao Zhu's hand. He had never seen this before.
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But it doesn’t matter, these are of little significance to Li Er now.

Rather than figuring out what Nurhachi and this gun are, he is now more troubled by how he should seize this only opportunity to ask questions.

After struggling for a while.

Li Er took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and looked at the immortal master in the center of the podium.

"Master Immortal, I have thought about it."

"According to the advice given by the immortal master, the question I raised is, who is the number one strong woman in my harem.

One word.

Everyone in the main hall subconsciously looked at Li Er.

That look is more complex, with a bit of pity.

After all, there have been hundreds of emperors from ancient times to the present, but there are really not many emperors who can be turned into green turtles by their own sons.

Li Er was stared at by the princes and princes of the Ming Dynasty, and doubts could not help but appear in his brows.

‘Why do you all look at me like this?’

‘Could it be that you covet the beauty of my concubines?’

Longqing's little bee's eyes sparkled and she subconsciously asked.

"Xiao Tang, are Wu Zhao feeling comfortable?"

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Chapter completed!