Zhu Cilang smiled slightly: "Son Master, then I'll show my ugly face: the military song should be sung the big sword ring, and I swear to kill Hu Nu out of Yu Pass. I only explain that the country will die on the battlefield, so why do I need to return the horse and the corpse?"

Emperor Chongzhen was skeptical about Zhu Cixuan's ability to write poems. Most of the time a scholar secretly taught him to curry favor with the prince, so that Zhu Cixuan could do it in front of the teacher, and Liu Zhengzong mistakenly thought it was done by Zhu Cixuan.

So Chongzhen wanted to come and check it out in person, and he set the questions at will. It was impossible for his son to cheat. Unexpectedly, Zhu Cilang was really a sarcastic statement, which really scared Chongzhen.

He suddenly sat up from the rocking chair, probably not wanting his son to see his surprise. Then he lay back on the chair and said slowly: "It's pretty good, it's so intense, and it's almost momentum."

"Then I offer another ugly topic. The vast sorrow of parting is slanting in the sun. The whip is east and the end of the world is the end of the world. The fallen red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."

Emperor Chongzhen didn't say anything more this time. He had already seen that this rebellious son was indeed outstanding in literary talent. If he were not a prince, it would be fine to be the top scholar in the future.

In fact, what kind of bullshit poems would Zhu Cilang do? These are just poems by later literary masters, and he copied them.

"The poem is good, and the chair is good. As the prince, what you should learn the most is the strategy of governing the country. It is okay to have such attainments in poetry, songs and essays. You, and you, come here." Chongzhen said about Sun Wangcai and Sanxi who were kneeling aside.

These two eunuchs were already scared and lost their souls. Hearing Chongzhen's slow oral orders, the two moved their knees and knelt over.

Chongzhen just pointed at his legs and then closed his eyes gently.

The two mentally retarded people, Sun Wangcai and Sanxi, did not understand what Emperor Chongzhen meant at all. The two had to look horrified and turned to look at Zhu Cixuan for help.

Zhu Cilang wished he could strangle these two trash to death, so he winked at them. Sun Wangcai, who had finally opened his mind, then he trembled and pinched his hair hand towards Chongzhen's calf.

It turned out that Emperor Chongzhen also wanted to enjoy the feeling of massage. For this diligent emperor, Zhu Cilang's virtue of lying on a rocking chair, snatching melon seeds and waiting for death was really infuriating.

But now, Chongzhen was lying on this rocking chair himself, and he lay in the most comfortable position. Sun Wangcai and Sanxi were sweating profusely and pressed his legs nervously.

Fortunately, Master Long didn't seem to feel uncomfortable, because the two of them had heard Chongzhen's subtle snoring.

Chongzhen was a diligent emperor and an unlucky emperor. He was a confident emperor and a tragic emperor who was teased by fate.

Even lying down and sleeping comfortably was a luxury for Chongzhen. The people in Zhongcui Palace did not dare to show off for fear of disturbing the emperor's dream. That was a death sentence. It is said that the Emperor was particularly angry when he woke up.

Only Zhu Cilang walked over, took off his cloak, and gently covered Emperor Chongzhen.

Zhong Cuigong and his party, Chongzhen actually admired what his son did. Zhu Cilang did not disappoint himself. He did indeed satisfy Chongzhen whether it was poetry, songs or strategy for governing the country.

But this father was so arrogant that even in front of his son, he would not show any appreciation. Zhu Cilang finally understood his father a little, why the city of Beijing was broken and Chongzhen would rather die than go to Nanjing. He truly achieved the fact that the emperor guarded the country and the king died.

Chongzhen, too arrogant!

I don’t know how long I slept, but for a long time, Emperor Chongzhen did not sleep so comfortably. When he woke up, it was getting darker.

Chongzhen suddenly stood up, looked around, and after a while, he came to his senses. Looking at the cloak covered with his body, a trace of warmth flashed in his heart: "Where is the emperor?"

Sun Wangcai and Sanxi, who had already had numb hands and feet, were really at the forefront of amnesty. Long lively Emperor finally woke up. If they didn't wake up again, they would have to massage until when?

Wang Chengen next to him lowered his head and replied: "Long live back, Your Highness has gone to the study."

Emperor Chongzhen stood up and stretched comfortably. He wanted to leave, but when he turned his head, he saw a candlelight faintly in Zhong Cuigong's study. Zhu Cilang was sitting at the desk, not knowing what he was painting.

Driven by curiosity, Chongzhen slowly walked in. On one hand, it seemed that his son was as focused as himself. However, Zhu Cilang painted something like a ghost on the table, which made the monk Chongzhen two confused.

"Son of the Emperor, what did you draw?" Chongzhen couldn't help but pick up a drawing and looked at it. He finally recognized it: "Mulcan?"

Zhu Cilang nodded: "The father said that if a child can change his gun and make cannons, he will let him enter and exit the palace gate freely."

"I will never break my promise when I say something. But what is it like a ghost-drawing talisman?"

"My son is thinking that although the bird gun in the hands of our soldiers in the Shenji Camp is extremely powerful, it is troublesome to shoot. Our bird gun shooting is divided into multiple steps, first pouring medicine, loading medicine, pressing fire, loading bullets, and then using a war to press the projectile into the gunpowder, loading medicine, and loading the fuse. At this time, the shooter is in a state of obedience. When shooting, you need to open the fire door cover, ignite the fuse, and aim in a squat or standing posture to pull the trigger to fire. In an emergency, you can also directly ignite the fire door without aiming to launch. Father, do you think such a cumbersome and complicated process can be practical when facing a strong enemy?"

The bird gun was indeed too flawed, and Chongzhen didn't know that he just said "hmm" without comment.

Zhu Cixuan then said: "Bird guns are susceptible to wind and rain when igniting, and the fire must be retained and the ignited fuse cannot be maintained for a long time when igniting fuses. When Sarhu fought with Jiannu, our Ming Dynasty suffered a great loss from the bird gun. My son thought that if we developed a musket that was more advanced than the bird gun and did not need to ignite, it would save cumbersome steps. This way, it would be much easier to shoot."

During the Battle of Sarhu, the Ming army's Western Route Army saw Nurhaci's Eight Banners Army attacking on Mount Sarhu, and ordered all teams to line up. When the Later Jin army advanced to the foot of the mountain, they immediately ordered bombardment and bombardment.

The battle curtain was opened, and the rain and snow suddenly stopped, and heavy fog fell from the sky and filled the valley. The sight was unclear, and it was difficult to distinguish between us from the outside. The Ming army was all afraid and everyone was panicked, so they lit pine branches as torches. This just exposed themselves completely in front of the Jin army. The Jin army used its flames and used bows and arrows, and they shot every shot.

Although the Ming army had firelight that was easy to ignite bird guns, it was difficult to find the target in the Ming place, and not only failed to hurt the enemy, but it suffered a great loss. In addition, the black gunpowder was afraid of the humidity and was inconvenient to use in the rain and snow. The Battle of Sarhu was just about to clear the first time after the rain and when the humidity was the highest, it was impossible to shoot without fire. Therefore, the Eight Banners Army became more and more brave and approached step by step, attacked the Ming camp and captured the Sarhu Mountain camp in one fell swoop. In the Battle of Sarhu, the defects of the bird gun were exposed.

"Then what, I have a better way, I can't do it."

"Yes," Zhu Cixuan pointed to his drawings: "Father, look, if flint is fired instead of flint, it will not only greatly simplify the shooting process, but also improve the firing rate and shooting accuracy, which is easy to use, and is also cheaper."
Chapter completed!