Ming Dynasty: Regrets about the Jingnan Rebellion? I changed it in a dream!

Chapter 89: Jiajing Fights Landlords, His Opponent Yao Guangxiao

Never mind, dreams are just dreams.

When it is so real, right or wrong, true or false, is no longer important.

Zhu Di also told his plan.

"I will let my mother and elder brother know about these things first, and then tell my father."

Xu Da nodded.

"Well, this is indeed a solution."

To be honest, if Zhu Di had confronted him alone, Zhu Yuanzhang would definitely not have been as indifferent as he was.

If Zhu Yuanzhang didn't cut Zhu Di into pieces, it would mean that he had changed his mind.

Her Majesty the Queen and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are indeed the best breakthrough points. Generally, when the ministers make mistakes, they will look for these two first.

If you go directly to Zhu Yuanzhang, you will die.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I want to know."

"That day, when you were fighting with Yun Gong in my house, did you think of killing Yun Gong for a moment?"

Zhu Di naturally confessed.

"That's right. I was nearly killed by him several times on my way to Jingnan."

This can also explain why Zhu Di showed some murderous intention towards Xu Yungong that day.

"What happened to Yun Gong?"

"For Miaoyun and your sake, I didn't kill him, I just locked him up."

Hearing this, Xu Da felt mixed emotions.

Now that he understood all this, he stood up.

He walked out of the house and said, "There are some things I can help you with."

"But there are some things I can't help you with."

"For example, regarding atonement, the emperor has a stubborn personality, and I'm afraid you may not be able to persuade him. It is almost impossible for him to forgive a son who committed treason. You must be mentally prepared."

"Oh, by the way, what's your reign title?"

Zhu Di responded: "Yongle."

Xu Da paused for a moment. Yongle, Yongle, why do I feel like I have heard of this reign title somewhere before?

At this time, Xu Miaoyun beside him slowly spoke.

"Husband, isn't this the reign title used by Fang La? Why would you choose a reign title for a rebel?"

Judging from the conversation just now, Zhu Di should not like the word "traitor".

Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of asking for forgiveness.

Xu Da was also a little curious.

Zhu Di said nonchalantly: "I chose this reign title to imply that the Ming Dynasty will prosper forever and the people will live and work in peace and contentment."

“I didn’t think that much.”

Zhu Gaochi raised his fat hand and agreed, "I can testify to this! Dad really just picked it casually at that time."

When the reign title was being selected, the ministers gave many suggestions, and the one they thought was the best was Yongqing.

But Zhu Di thought about it and felt that the word "Qing" was a bit bland, so he changed it to "Le".

The emperor directly abolished the reign title of Yongle.

As to whether Zhu Di did not know that this was Fang La's reign title, or whether it was just a coincidence, only Zhu Di himself knew.

Xu Da was also helpless: "You are so casual."

He cared most about being called a traitor by others, so he ended up giving his reign an accomplice name.

"Zhu Laosi, if there is a chance, please invite me to visit the Yongle Dynasty."

"Of course, this may be your only way to make your father forgive you."

"The premise is that the Yongle Dynasty needs to be well governed."

Zhu Di sighed in his heart when he heard this.

In fact, this is indeed a solution, but the key point is, how many years has it been since Dad died?

The Zhu Yuanzhang in the dream was just an imaginary person and could not go to the Yongle Dynasty at all.

Otherwise, he would have done it long ago.

Um...wait? Wait!

Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi were both suddenly awakened.

At the same time, he said: "Zhuang Mu!"

Since Zhuang Mu is a one-to-one replica of the Hongwu Dynasty.

In other words, he himself is also a one-to-one replica? !
Its abilities are also replicated one-to-one.

But...Zhuang Mu seems not to be born yet.

"Dad, it seems like Zhuang Mu isn't even born yet."

Zhu Di doesn't care about that.

"Who cares? He's not born yet, so let's go find his father and grandfather first."

"It never hurts to try."

Anyway, it’s not difficult to find someone in Yingtian Prefecture.

Maybe this ability is inherited from ancestors?

If you can’t find Zhuang Mu, find his dad, that’s all.

He remembered Zhuang Mu's files clearly.

Three generations all lived in Yingtian Prefecture.

That is Zhuang Mu, his father is Zhuang Die, and his grandfather is Wuming.

Grandpa Zhuang Mu’s name was not recorded in the case file. It seemed that he disappeared after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, before the court recorded the names of all the people in the city.

Only Zhuang Die was left, and he worked as a restaurant owner.

……

In the tavern.

Even though it was warm in the pub, I sneezed twice.

Why do I always feel like someone is thinking about me?

Fortunately, my hands are very steady.

The last poker card is done.

Fifty-four in total.

By then, I will explain the rules, and the game of Landlord may become the signature game of my own tavern.

When guests come to drink, it won't be too boring.

"Old monk, do you need to understand the rules of poker first?"

Upon hearing this, Yao Guangxiao put down the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in his hand, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Is the production finished?"

"Yes, it's basically done."

I took the fifty-four playing cards from Zhuang Mu, because they were carved from wood.

The texture is definitely slightly worse, but it's okay as long as I can play it. I'll do it when I have money.

Just make one with good quality paper.

"Old monk, you should first understand the rules, and then when the time comes, you and the old man can play together."

"Isn't that taking the initiative?"

Hearing this, Yao Guangxiao nodded without any hesitation.

"tell me the story."

"The rules are simple: four cards of each number from 2 to 10, one is a single card, two are a pair, three are three stripes, and four are a bomb."

"Five or more consecutive cards are called a straight..."

"Continuous pairs can form consecutive pairs, just like a straight..."

"And JQKA, two big and small kings..."

"In short, the winner is when all the cards are played."

Although Yao Guangxiao is old, his ability to understand has not deteriorated to the point where he cannot understand this level of game.

In fact, it is no different from rebellion.

It's all about luck, planning ability, and calculation ability.

In his opinion, these are nothing.

"Well, there are three of us, shall we play a round?"

Yao Guangxiao said with a smile. Ximei was in a state of confusion at this moment, even though there were three people present.

However, Ximei didn't understand the rules.

Just then, a voice came from the door.

"Shopkeeper, I'm here again, and this time I've thought it through."

"Give me a cup of dream wine. I want to have a fairy dream, even for a moment."

In front of him was the old Taoist priest who had appeared a few days ago.

His face looked a little ugly.

It seems that he is not in good health.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Mu put the playing cards aside and prepared to mix some drinks for the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest still scanned everything in the tavern with a vigilant look.

At the same time, he saw Zhu Di lying on a recliner with a fat man lying next to him.

Why do these two look familiar to me?

Thinking about it, the old Taoist priest came to the counter and sat next to Yao Guangxiao.

At this time, he noticed the playing cards placed next to Yao Guangxiao.

Feeling a little curious, he asked, "What is this?"

Seeing this, Yao Guangxiao did not reject it, but said politely: "The game made by Mr. Zhuang is called poker, also known as Landlord Fighting."

"Landlord game?" These playing cards instantly aroused the old Taoist's curiosity.

"How to play?"

Upon seeing this, Yao Guangxiao directly explained it according to his own understanding.

"Three people play, one plays the landlord and two play the peasants."

"There are fifty-four cards in total, divided into three parts, and the landlord has three more cards."

"The landlord needs to rely on the cards in his hand and play them through planning, calculation, prediction, gambling and other psychological warfare methods to win."

"The same goes for the two farmers. When the farmers finish playing their cards, the two farmers win."

“It’s all about the brain.”

A game of brains? The old Taoist priest became more curious about this game.

It's just a battle of wits and courage between peasants and landlords.

He's really good at that.

Yao Guangxiao continued to introduce, telling the old Taoist priest exactly what Zhuang Mu had just said.

What Zhuang Mu didn't expect was.

He was good at mixing drinks, and this suspicious old Taoist priest actually knew how to play the game of Landlord.

"Here, your wine is ready."

Zhuang Mu pushed the prepared drink in front of the old Taoist priest.

I thought that this time the old Taoist priest would not be like last time, with so many twists and turns and suspicions.

If you have doubts, you don't have to come. Don't force it.

What Zhuang Mu didn't expect was that his wine had already been mixed. The old Taoist looked at the colorful color of the wine.

Still didn't dare drink it.

"Boss, let's put the wine matter aside for now."

"This game sounds fun. Shall we play a round?"

The corner of Zhuang Mu's mouth twitched slightly.

My goodness, is this old Taoist priest so suspicious?

In fact, if you are afraid of poisoning yourself, you don't have to come.

He is so suspicious, yet he wants to dream of becoming an immortal.

A very contradictory Taoist priest.

"also."

Forget it. It would be boring to stay alone anyway. I might as well play with the old monk and the old Taoist priest.

After the cards were dealt, Zhuang Mu had good luck.

If you have a royal bomb and the cards are going smoothly, you can directly become the landlord!

The old Taoist priest and the old monk both frowned and looked at the cards in their hands.

At the same time, he said: "Don't rob."

Hole cards: two A's and a 3.

Zhuang Mu was smiling happily, while the old monk and the old Taoist priest were frowning.

The cards are very good, with king bombs and ace bombs, as well as consecutive pairs and three generations.

soon.

Zhuang Mu had fewer and fewer cards in his hand, but the old monk and the old Taoist still had the same number of cards.

Until Zhuang Mu had only two cards left in his hand.

"I only have two cards left, the King Bomb, I win."

The old monk was suddenly dissatisfied.

"It's meaningless. I haven't played any cards yet. I can't afford it at all."

Zhuang Mu smiled.

"Don't forget, luck is also part of strength."

The two were silent.

Luck is also part of strength, and this statement seems to be correct.

However, what Zhuang Mu didn't expect was.

As time went by, the card skills of the old Taoist priest and the old monk improved rapidly.

Zhuang Mu suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

"Okay, stop hesitating. You only have a three and a king left in your hand. What's there to hesitate about?"

"You can't get away." The old Taoist said lightly.

Hearing this, Zhuang Mu was a little surprised.

"Did you peek at my cards?"

The old Taoist priest said disdainfully: "There are only seven cards left on the field, and I have an Ace and a 4 in my hand."

"The 2 and the Jokers are gone. The biggest ones left are two Aces. I have one, and the other must be in the hands of one of you two."

"And the last card I played was a pair, but he didn't want it, which means he didn't have a pair."

"If I remember correctly, the two cards left on the field should be two kings, but this old bald don't want them, which means he doesn't have a pair."

"If you had two kings, you should have played them last round. Why did you keep them until now?"

Zhuang Mu was a little surprised.

How long have you learned to play cards? And you already know how to remember the cards?

I have been playing for quite some time and I can't even remember the cards.

In the end, the old Taoist priest won easily with his observation and calculation abilities.

The old monk threw the three cards in his hand and sighed: "Haha, I am still old and useless."

The old Taoist looked at the old monk with some contempt.

"Old bald donkey, we played seven games. You won three, the shopkeeper won two, and I won two."

"Is this useless?"

Facing the old Taoist priest's disrespect, Yao Guangxiao just smiled and said, "It's just luck."

I have to admit that this old monk does have some abilities.

I can't see through it.

This was the first time that I was unable to see through a person, and it was also the first time that I lost to a person in terms of calculation.

This old bald donkey's ability to control the overall situation is better than mine.

He ascended the throne at the age of fifteen, and at the age of fifteen, he used political planning to firmly grasp power in his own hands.

He is confident that when it comes to overall control, few people can compare to him.

This old bald donkey is one of them.

"Who are you and where are you from?"

Yao Guangxiao smiled faintly and said, "My Buddhist name is Daoyan."

(End of this chapter)