Chapter 409 I’m Back
Sun Chonglou has a bad reputation.
Jiang Qingzhi's loyal servant, Asura under the throne of the God of Death.
Especially after this fellow beheaded the deputy envoy of Altan Khan's delegation in the street, his notoriety was enough to stop children from crying at night.
——Don’t cry, be careful not to attract Ashura.
Manager Wang almost subconsciously snatched the paper and was about to stuff it into his mouth, but there was a bang.
The door was kicked open from outside.
Jiang Qingzhi walked in first and said calmly, "If you have the guts, try stuffing that piece of paper in your mouth."
"Just cut open his stomach." Sun Chonglou flipped in as nimbly as a monkey, grabbed Master Wang and snatched the note in his hand.
The chief official Wang cried out in sorrow, "Long Wei Bo!"
"And this officer!"
Wang Yiqi appeared next, followed by Wu Hua.
Mr. Chen calmly picked up the wine glass and said, "Mr. Long Wei is a rare guest."
He glanced at Wang, and said, "We are just drinking here."
Wang Zhushi suddenly realized, "Yes! That's right."
"Do you think you can get away with it without any witnesses?" Jiang Qingzhi smiled happily and clapped his hands.
A person walked out from behind.
"Lu Bing!" Mr. Chen's face changed drastically.
"And us!" Rui Jingxian from Dongchang came.
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and asked, "Is this person's testimony enough?"
"If that's not enough, there's still me, your brother!"
Zhu Xizhong came in and saw the two people's bleak faces. He couldn't help but laugh, "Qingzhi prepared several methods, but I didn't expect that you couldn't bear it and took action at the first one. His plan was really wasted."
Wang knew that he could not escape the disaster, so he cursed: "Jiang Qingzhi, you are doing evil things, and sooner or later your family will be wiped out..."
Jiang Qingzhi said coldly: "Shi Tou, throw him down."
"How dare you!" Wang struggled hard, "You have no right to punish me, you... endure it!"
Sun Chonglou punched him hard, knocking him to his knees, then picked him up with one hand and threw him out with force.
Bah!
The laughter of the Jinyiwei came from outside, "Someone has fled for fear of crime!"
"You!" Mr. Chen didn't expect that Jiang Qingzhi was not venting his anger, but was playing such a trick.
Jiang Qingzhi laughed, "You want to try it too?"
Those who resist stubbornly and flee for fear of punishment are guilty of a more serious crime!
Mr. Chen raised his hands. “I didn’t resist.”
Jiang Qingzhi turned around.
"He resisted," Lu Bing said.
"You're planning to bite me, you bastard!"
Sun Chonglou grabbed Mr. Chen, and Mr. Chen shouted, "Let's talk it over, let's talk it over..."
Jiang Qingzhi came over and said, "Spread the formula of gunpowder so that everyone knows it. Once Altan obtains the formula of gunpowder, there will be no defense for the nine borders."
Jiang Qingzhi slapped him in the face, "I, Jiang Qingzhi, must be held responsible for this crime. Look, he invented gunpowder, but gave the formula to Altan Khan. Should he be killed? Should the Mohist School be destroyed? Yes! But what about the Ming Dynasty? I want to ask you, what is the Ming Dynasty?"
Jiang Qingzhi kicked Mr. Chen to the ground, furious. "Just to destroy the Mohist school and me, Jiang Qingzhi, you are willing to put the Ming Dynasty in danger. Is this what you Confucians always say about serving the country with all your heart, and having a court full of upright people and gentlemen? Pah!"
Mr. Chen tried to raise his head, his swollen eyes filled with hatred, "You said that my Confucianism is not a way to govern the world. Do you know how many scholars in the world hate you for this? Jiang Qingzhi, you are destroying all your jobs. Even His Majesty doesn't dare to do this, you lunatic..."
"I won't destroy the jobs you're waiting for. When the time comes, everyone's jobs will be gone!"
Jiang Qingzhi thought of the Donglin Party and the couplet, the sound of wind, rain and reading...
He thought of the so-called righteous people in the court, but what it brought was the disaster of the country's destruction.
He thought of Emperor Chongzhen who committed suicide on Coal Hill, and the bloody massacres...
"Such people are not afraid of being exiled." Lu Bing was invited by Jiang Qingzhi to watch the show tonight, and he didn't expect it to be so exciting. "Confucian disciples are all over the world. Even if they are exiled to a wild place, there are still people who take care of them."
Rui Jingxian sneered and said, "Your Majesty knows this, so he would rather use the imperial cane to beat him."
This is the world of Confucianism!
The emperor was helpless!
Mr. Chen laughed.
Jiang Qingzhi turned around, picked up the chair, and said with a smile: "Damn! This solid wood one is too heavy!"
He turned around and lifted the chair high.
"Qingzhi!" Zhu Xizhong stretched out his hand, but it was too late.
The chair came crashing down.
There was a bang.
Then a howl that sounded like it came from hell startled the entire restaurant.
Jiang Qingzhi clapped his hands, turned around and smiled, "Someone has to do a lot of things, right?"
Zhu Hao just came in and witnessed the whole process, and was secretly delighted.
Lu Bing said calmly: "This man was walking carelessly and broke his leg."
Rui Jingxian looked at Jiang Qingzhi and said with a dry cough, "It's broken, but this guy is unlucky...he actually fell out of the window again."
"That's a good idea, Shitou!" Jiang Qingzhi pointed out the window.
Mr. Chen screamed in agony: "Spare me, spare my life..."
Sun Chonglou picked him up with one hand and threw him out of the window.
"What a bear!" Rui Jingxian's burning eyes made Sun Chonglou shudder. "What do you want to do?"
"Hehehe!" Rui Jingxian laughed sharply, "Boy, are you willing to come to my East Factory?" Sun Chonglou said, "I don't want to be without eggs!"
Rui Jingxian's face darkened and he muttered, "It's just a piece of meat. Is that thing interesting?"
……
In the darkness of night, there were few people on the street.
The drizzle fell, and the cold wind accompanied by the rain penetrated into people's bones.
Lu Bing held the paper in his hand and turned around to ask, "This formula..."
"Half true, half false!" said Wang Yiqi.
Rui Jingxian said sharply: "Chang Wei Bo, be careful!"
After receiving the news, Yan Song sighed and said, "Martial arts, the Ministry of War... I bet that they must have planned the matter of Wang Yiqi long ago, and they have been holding back until the matter of martial arts is brewing..."
Yan Shifan leaned back in his chair, holding a hot towel over his one eye, and said in a dull voice, "If Wang Yiqi hadn't lost the document, those people would have certainly done their best to stop the reorganization of martial arts. Wang Yiqi's lost document was just bait, and the fish Jiang Qingzhi really wanted to catch was martial arts!"
……
"The drunkard doesn't care about wine!"
Yang Qing slapped the desk and said, "Jiang Qingzhi cares about martial arts!"
Han Yu nodded. "If martial arts are effective, many generals will emerge every year. Generals are a hidden danger to the Ming Dynasty. Your Majesty is so brave... How dare you want to cut off the foundation of generals?"
Yang Qing sat down, squinting his eyes and thinking, "Most of the current military generals are from military backgrounds. These people have formed alliances through marriage and other means, and now they are too powerful to be eliminated. I thought that Your Majesty would take it slowly, but who would have thought that this move would be so powerful and give no chance for the generals to respond... How brave!"
Han Yu whispered, "Did you see anything?"
"what?"
There was a hint of nostalgia in Yang Qing's eyes. "When His Majesty first ascended the throne..."
……
"When I first ascended the throne, I saw that the Ming Dynasty was full of problems. I couldn't stand it, so I started to reform with great force."
In Yongshou Palace, Jiang Qingzhi sat cross-legged, holding a Taoist book in his hands, listening carefully.
The Taoist priest also sat cross-legged, but he only crossed his legs. There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "That year, I was ambitious, but..."
Then it died down.
"I thought I would never find the ambition I had back then, but I never expected that!" Emperor Jiajing stroked the jade cone. "Looking at the empty martial arts school, I imagined countless students with the world in their hearts standing on the training grounds, appearing in guard posts all over the world, leading the Ming soldiers out to fight and win life for the Ming Dynasty. Qingzhi, can I see that day?"
"Of course it can." Jiang Qingzhi said confidently.
The Taoist is only 42 years old now. Historically, he lived to be 60 years old, which means he still has 18 years to live.
Moreover, if Jiang Qingzhi could solve the problem of the Taoist taking elixirs, he would live at least five more years!
Sixty-five years old.
So, there are still twenty-three years.
"Of course I can!" Jiang Qingzhi said seriously.
Jiang Qingzhi had a vague feeling that Master Ding would not give him 23 years to restore the Ming Dynasty.
fifteen years?
Another ten years.
During this period, he had to make the Ming Dynasty last for a full 500 years.
"You kid!" Emperor Jiajing looked at Jiang Qingzhi with a gentle look in his eyes. "Yesterday I dreamed of the prince. He asked me, 'Father, is it hard to be an emperor?' I answered, 'It is hard, but not hard either.'"
He looked at Jiang Qingzhi, "Qingzhi, do you know?"
Jiang Qingzhi said: "If the ruler and his subjects share the same ideals, then no matter how much hardship one endures, they will be happy to endure it. This is not hardship."
"But where do so many people with the same ideals come from?" Emperor Jiajing said calmly, "What happened tonight shocked me. Those people actually regarded the country as nothing for the sake of the so-called orthodoxy and power."
"Isn't that what they did during the early Song Dynasty?" Jiang Qingzhi said.
Confucianism also completely dominated the Central Plains starting from the Song Dynasty.
"I am thinking about how to dismember this behemoth, but this behemoth has long been integrated with the Ming Dynasty. If it moves a hair, the whole body will move. It is not easy to move..."
Jiang Qingzhi, however, is confident.
Seeing that the Taoist priest was lost in thought, he quietly stood up, pointed outside to Huang Jin, and indicated that he had to go back.
Huang Jin sent him out and whispered, "Your Majesty has not slept well these days."
"Why?"
"Prince."
late at night.
Emperor Jiajing paced slowly outside the palace.
"Your Majesty, the weather is cold, how about..." Huang Jin advised.
Emperor Jiajing just ignored him. He looked up at the sky and said, "The prince asked me in his dream yesterday, Father, is there any hope for the Ming Dynasty?"
Huang Jin was shocked.
"Huang Ban, do you think there is still hope for the Ming Dynasty?"
Huang Jin lowered her head and said, "I think there is still hope."
"Why?"
"I heard that many officials in the Ministry of War have distanced themselves from Wang Yiqi, but the narrow-minded Minister Wu Hua openly supports him and is willing to join the Mohist School... I heard that 30% of the officials in the canteen of the Ministry of War were still willing to stand on their side."
Huang Jin said seriously: "Your Majesty, in this world, there are still countless loyal ministers who are loyal to the Ming Dynasty!"
He looked up and saw Emperor Jiajing walking to the edge of the steps with his arms outstretched as if he was hugging something.
"I'm back!"
(End of this chapter)
