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"Zhu Chongba! If you establish the emperor's grandson but not the king of Yan, your civil war in the Ming Dynasty will be bloody!" On a certain day of a certain month in Hongwu, another tattered diary appeared out of thin air on Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial case. Chen Li was panicked. He was just a refugee who was forced to live on the sidelines. The only "golden finger" is to make his complaint diary appear on Emperor Hongwu's desk on time - is this a life-threatening talisman? ! "Old Zhu! There is no boiling water to drink on the immigration road, and half of the people will die! Hurry up and get artemisinin, dear!" "Old Zhu! Prince Tairen can't hold back the situation. It's really good that King Yan can have soldiers everywhere! Don't let him take over? Wait for uncle and nephew to kill each other!" He just wanted to beg for a living, scolding his boss and crying about poverty in his diary. Who knew that Lao Zhu would actually regard his complaints as "apocalypse"! He wrote tremblingly, while Lao Zhu read with murderous intent. Every time the diary is updated, I feel like the nine tribes are dancing at the gate of the Palace of Hell! Until the beacon smoke dissipated and Emperor Yongle sat firmly on the throne... The familiar reminder diary was once again strangely spread out on the imperial desk of the palace. Chen Li: "... Your Majesty! Please listen to my explanation! I really don't want to be a national teacher!!" - I was in a leaky tent in the guardhouse, teaching online how to "nurture" the Ming Dynasty into an empire on which the sun never sets!