Before he knew it, a year passed. As soon as Zhu Cijing got up that day, the voice of the beautiful woman in the system suddenly rang in his mind: "Ding Dong, congratulations on playing the second survival mission, and rewards will be issued below, the method of making granular black gunpowder."

Zhu Cijing felt a little dizzy again, and another piece of knowledge appeared in his mind.

Zhu Cijing began to think that this granular black gunpowder was just adding some water, stirring it, and then drying it. The method of making granular black gunpowder given by this system is not like this. He seemed to have gone through countless experiments and found that during the water addition process, he had to pound it continuously in a special container. The water had to be added in many times, and each time he added the water, he had to pound it.

As for why black gunpowder is made into granular form, the reason is not explained in detail here. In short, after black gunpowder is made into granular form, transportation is more convenient and explosive power is stronger. For example, transportation, powdered black gunpowder will vibrate during transportation, and the three components will gradually separate after vibration. When used, it must be mixed, and the effect is not as good as it has just been made. This problem does not exist when it is made into granular form, and the optimal ratio will always be maintained.

"Dingdong, please pay attention to the new task reminder.

Your third survival mission: Survive in this world for a year.

Mission reward: Simple flintlock gun drawings.”

Zhu Cijiu almost jumped up happily and finally gave me a flintlock rifle. Although it was simple, it was better than those fire-burning sticks.

The beauty in the system is still so straightforward, without a single nonsense, and then said: "Friendly reminder: Your first glory reward is coming soon, the glory mission is very difficult, and you may be in danger of your life. Please be mentally prepared. The prompt is over, I wish you a happy game."

Zhu Cijing was stunned. What kind of honor reward? Can a five-year-old child do major things that change the historical development trajectory? How is it possible? He doesn't believe it himself!

Also, at the beginning, he thought that the survival task would be in danger of life. After working on it for a long time, the survival task was completely a benefit given by the system, and the glory task was the real test.

What is this glory mission and how can it change the historical development trajectory? He really doesn't know if the system doesn't give a prompt.

After thinking for a long time, he didn't understand. He simply stopped thinking about it. He should continue to urge his father to do the serious business. After washing up under the service of the palace maids, he went to the Qianqing Palace to pay his respects on a routine basis.

He came outside the Qianqing Palace, but was told by the eunuch that his father, Wei Zhongxian and the wife of Fengsheng had gone to Xiyuan to visit, saying that he wanted to try his newly made wooden boat.

Zhu Cijing was upset by this glory mission. He couldn't help but complain: "Okay, don't take me with you to play in the water, I wish you fall into the water."

Unexpectedly, he was so surprised that he was just right. Within a few days, the Jinyiwei came to report: The emperor unfortunately fell into the water while testing the boat and suffered a heavy cold!

Zhu Jing felt this contempt in his heart. You said that you are such a big man. After falling into the water and drinking a few sips of cold water, you got seriously ill! Blame me?

Besides, are you so fragile? In our era, even if a child fell into the water, he would be fine if he had an injection.

Soon, he was led by the queen and the imperial concubine to visit the emperor.

What a good guy, it’s really serious, it’s so burning that people are not awake!

Zhu Cijing was not worried much. He had a fever and there should be no major problems. He would get better after taking some medicine for a few days.

He had this high fever several times in his previous life, usually taking a few injections and lying down for a few days.

However, he has always overlooked one problem, that is: There is no such thing as injection in this era!

A few days later, his biological mother, Concubine Ren, actually came over crying and said that the emperor was critically ill and asked him to go over and explain the funeral!

I'm going, just kidding, you can even get a fever to critical illness!

Zhu Cijiu hurried to the Ganqing Palace. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he was frightened by the formation inside:

There were a bunch of ministers kneeling in front of the dragon bed of Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty. King Xin Zhu Youjian and a majestic elderly Confucian scholar knelt in front. The queen sat beside the bed, her eyes were swollen from crying. Eunuch Wei and the Madam Fengsheng were also standing beside her to wipe her tears.

Zhu Cijing walked up to see, Damn, is there any mistake? His father was swollen and was trying hard to explain the funeral to everyone in front of the bed!

Although Zhu Jing had never studied medicine, he knew when he saw his father's appearance that this was not only a cold infection, but also a bacterial infection!

He finally remembered that there is no penicillin or antibiotics in this era, so he is afraid he will really die!

When Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty saw the prince Zhu Cijiu coming, he waved hard and said, "Come on, Jiong'er, my father will tell you something."

The group of ministers in front of the bed realized that the prince was coming, and hurriedly sang in unison: "I am going to see His Highness the Prince."

Zhu Cijing didn't dare to act too mature, but just walked towards his father on the sickbed like a normal child in panic. He wailed in his heart as he walked: "Is this going to entrust his orphan? No, I am only five years old now, and even ghosts won't listen to me, let alone those shrewd ministers!"

When Zhu Cijiu walked to the bed, Emperor Xizong of Ming grabbed his hand, then looked at the elderly Confucian scholar kneeling in front of the bed, and said with difficulty: "Mr., I'll leave it to you."

The old Confucian scholar suddenly burst into tears and said with sobs: "Your Majesty, you are still young and there will be no trouble."

Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty shook his head and said to King Xin Zhu Youjian: "Fifth brother, you must help me take good care of Jiong'er."

Zhu Youjian hurriedly bowed and said, "My brother follows the order."

Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty took a roll of imperial edict from his side and handed it to Wei Zhongxian who was standing beside him.

Wei Zhongxian took the imperial edict with both hands, opened it and looked at it, and his face changed. He stood there with no hope, and he did not announce the edict.

Emperor Xizong of Ming stared at Wei Zhongxian with his eyes that had lost his spirit. Although it was not very strict, it had an irresistible momentum. How could the emperor's majesty be blasphemous?

Wei Zhongxian glanced at Emperor Xizong of Ming with complicated eyes and started to recite helplessly:

"The emperor ordered the emperor to follow the will of heaven and said:

The fifth brother of the emperor, King Zhu Youjian, was smart and long-lasting, and had a good heart and filial character. He stayed in the capital to help my son, Prime Minister Ci Jing's government affairs. When he was sixteen, he was appointed as a 1,000 magistrate, and the army was 1,000. He thought that he would listen to him. He had a 1,000 quartiles and a 1,000 ounce of money. The emperor's teacher, Sun Chengzong, Zhong Qing, Duanliang, became a master of literature and military affairs, and was awarded the title of Grand Tutor, Grand Secretary of Zhongji Palace, Chief Auxiliary of the Cabinet, and was in charge of military affairs. I was in charge of this."

Wei Zhongxian read the imperial edict unwillingly, put his hands together and handed it forward. King Zhu Youjian of Xin took the imperial edict with both hands and shouted in unison with the other ministers: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

Emperor Xizong of Ming took a breath, and then he had difficulty picking up a volume of imperial edict from beside him and handed it to the elderly Confucian scholar, the imperial teacher Sun Chengzong.

Sun Chengzong took the imperial edict with his trembling hands. When he opened it, he saw that it was the will that passed to the crown prince Zhu Cijing. He couldn't help but burst into tears.

Although he resigned from office and returned home because of Wei Zhongxian's slander, Ming Xizong was able to recruit him to return to Beijing when he was dying and entrust the crown prince to him. This was enough to make up for his previous injustice. After all, he really couldn't bear to leave Ming Xizong when he was in a fight!

After doing all this, Emperor Xizong of Ming breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Queen Zhang Yan affectionately, and slowly held his hand.

Queen Zhang Yan threw herself into the arms of Emperor Xizong of Ming and cried: "Your Majesty, you will be fine, you will be fine..."

The words of Queen Zhang Yan seemed to have come true. Emperor Xizong's face suddenly turned rosy. He stroked Queen Zhang Yan's hair and said, "Hehe, Yan'er, don't cry, I feel much better now."

Zhu Cijing felt a little sad and said to himself: "It's over, I'll look back!"

Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty didn't know that he was about to die. He smiled and pulled the hand of the queen and Concubine Ren, and said to Zhu Cijiong: "Jing'er, you must be kind to the queen and Concubine Rong in the future. I have lost my mother since I was a child. You are much happier than me, and you have two mothers!"

Seeing Emperor Xizong of Ming, Zhu Cijing couldn't help but shed tears and said to himself: "Oh, it's good to say that people are about to die. I will satisfy your last wish."

Thinking of this, he imitated Sun Chengzong and others, knelt on the ground, kowtowed respectfully, and replied seriously: "My son obeys the order."

Seeing this, Emperor Xizong of Ming couldn't help laughing: "Hahahaha, okay, Jiong'er is so smart, he will definitely be a good emperor in the future."

This laughter was not like a dying patient. Queen Zhang finally realized something was wrong. She raised her head and looked at Ming Xizong affectionately, and Ming Xizong also happened to look at her.

The two of them looked at each other, and Emperor Xizong of Ming couldn't help but smile happily, and then his head tilted...

It was August, and the weather was the hottest in the year. Zhu Cijiu felt that he had fallen into the ice cellar in an instant. He finally knew what the glory was mentioned by the beauty of the system. It turned out that he, the short-lived prince in history, did not die and had to succeed him. Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian became the king of Xin to assist in the government!

This has indeed changed history, but how would this fifth uncle Zhu Youjian treat him? What's more serious is that he has no foundation now, but Wei Zhongxian is in power. How could he deal with Wei Zhongxian!
Chapter completed!