Chapter 248

This was a sudden assassination, but Zhu Yijun put on his iron armor very quickly and walked out of the bedroom with the Imperial Guards.

Zhu Yijun knew the layout of the entire Yicheng Earl's Mansion like the back of his hand.

The Yicheng Earl's Mansion leaned against the forest of the Xishan mountain range and was divided into two directions, east and west. The eastern terrain was lower, located in a mountain depression, and the western terrain was higher, located on the mountainside.

Because of the good lighting, Zhang Juzheng let Zhu Yijun live in the Langxuan Pavilion on the mountainside, while he went to the other side, separated by a small river and mountain path in the middle.

Zhu Yijun quickly judged the direction from which the enemy came: from the forest. He made a judgment immediately: it was not Zhang Juzheng who wanted to kill him, because when these enemies attacked, the main direction was the mountain depression where Zhang Juzheng lived, and almost no one attacked Zhu Yijun here.

Outside the house, it was a mess. Zhu Yijun looked around, fastened his face mask, and led the Imperial Guards straight toward the direction where Zhang Juzheng lived. In a very short time, Zhu Yijun judged that the target of this assassination was not the Emperor, but Zhang Juzheng!

On the mountain path, a group of bandits going up the mountain met the Imperial Guards led by the Great Ming Emperor head-on, and the slaughter began.

At this distance, it was too late to draw a bow and shoot an arrow, and the length of the hook-sickle spear could not be brought into play on the narrow mountain path. The Imperial Guards drew their Qi-style waist sabers and began to face the enemy. Zhu Yijun's mind was blank, and he led his men to charge over.

Zhu Yijun experienced war for the first time, and his whole person was in a state of extreme excitement. The person in command was Inspector Zhao Mengyou, while Zhu Yijun on the battlefield completely ignored his own identity, listened to the deployment of the tooth flag, moved forward and backward according to the sound of the horn, and fought constantly.

Zhu Yijun finally understood what Qi Jiguang said: in large-scale combat, individual bravery has almost zero effect on the direction of the battle. The commander's personal participation in the battle mostly serves to boost morale.

He also understood for the first time why the Great Ming soldiers still had to be equipped with short Qi-style waist sabers under long-range weapons like muskets and long weapons like hook-sickle spears. Because in this kind of slaughter environment, where close-quarters combat is the main situation, the waist saber is the only effective weapon for killing the enemy.

Zhao Mengyou, as the commander, wanted to withdraw the Emperor's ten-man team several times, but the changes in the battle line made him unable to make such a decision at all. The enemy came prepared, attacking swiftly and quickly, while the ten-man team led by the Emperor was a sharp blade that cut through butter.

As a subject, he wanted to withdraw the Emperor's ten-man team, but as a commander, he couldn't do it.

The roar of killing that was almost like a roar, the sound of metal colliding, the painful wailing, the whistling sound of the signal arrow rising—this was a battlefield full of the smell of rust.

There were about six hundred Imperial Guards protecting the Emperor, and the tyrannical combat power of these six hundred Imperial Guards wearing iron armor was vividly reflected at this moment.

Zhu Yijun led six hundred Imperial Guards, like a strip of silk, charging into the battle formation under the starlight. It was like snow meeting a hot, red-hot iron block; the enemy was melting rapidly. With the addition of the Imperial Guards, the battle situation had completely tilted to one side.

Attack! Attack! Attack!

Using the skills he had learned, using the weapon in his hand, and killing the enemy completely was the only thought in Zhu Yijun's mind. He couldn't think too much; surging blood flowed in his blood vessels, and he only saw the enemy in his eyes.

Zhu Yijun kicked away the enemy in front of him. Luo Sigong inserted from the left and slashed at the opponent's neck with a saber. Zhao Zhenyuan's arrow immediately hit an enemy who intended to slash Luo Sigong. Zhu Yijun drew his waist saber and gave a vertical slash, taking away this person's life.

There was no pity, let alone any respect for life. War is generally so ruthless, and those who experience war are all part of this machine.

The entire battle process lasted for nearly three hours. When the battle ended, Zhu Yijun was completely exhausted. His chest and lungs were like a broken bellows. He breathed the morning air mixed with the smell of blood in big mouthfuls. His whole body was aching as if it had fallen apart. The feeling of detachment where his body did not belong to himself made Zhu Yijun extremely tired.

He sat on a large blue stone to rest, accompanied by Luo Sigong and Zhao Zhenyuan, who had fought with him all night. The situation of the two was even worse than Zhu Yijun's, and both were lying on the ground. If the Emperor hadn't still been in front of them, they would have fallen asleep long ago.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Zhang has arrived," Zhao Zhenyuan said weakly.

It was Qi Jiguang who was responsible for cleaning up the battlefield. The Great Ming Beijing Camp began to mobilize when the Emperor went to the Yicheng Earl's Mansion. Qi Jiguang personally led a foot battalion to camp at the foot of the mountain. After the war broke out, Qi Jiguang immediately began to lead the foot battalion to reinforce. This encounter of the assassination was sudden, but the main melody was pursuit. With the support of the Imperial Guards and the Beijing Camp, the pursuit lasted all night.

Zhang Juzheng did not know martial arts. Poor scholars and rich martial artists—although he was born in a military household, his family background made him unable to learn martial arts. Therefore, at the beginning of the assassination, he was protected by You Qi.

Zhang Juzheng saw the morning sun, and also saw the Emperor under the morning sun and morning glow, sitting very tired on the large blue stone. The golden glow illuminated the armor, and the Emperor was shrouded in beautiful light and shadow.

Zhang Juzheng noticed that the Emperor's armor was all covered in blood, and even some places had already scabbed. Those exquisite twelve-chapter patterns were all blood-red, appearing exceptionally enchanting.

A complex emotion filled Zhang Juzheng's heart. He even began to doubt whether his mourning and retirement were correct. At the Emperor's age, he should not have to bear these things—those blood, those slaughters, those conspiracies and tricks should have been shielded by him, the Grand Tutor. But he chose to let the young Emperor bear it for the sake of returning to his original position.

"The Master is here?" Zhu Yijun revealed a sunny smile, just like when he first saw Zhang Juzheng. He smiled and said, "I! The number one expert in the world among the youth!"

"How can Your Majesty personally put on armor and go into battle? A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Although Your Majesty has martial arts, how can you be so careless, personally treading on the battlefield? These swords and swords have no eyes. If something happens, what will the Empress Dowager do? What will Prince Lu do? What will the Great Ming do? I..." Zhang Juzheng's face was extremely anxious. He heard that the Emperor personally put on armor and went into battle, so he began to worry. As soon as they met, he began to nag.

It was nagging!

Buzz, buzz, buzz. The smile on Zhu Yijun's face froze, then turned into disbelief, and then turned into a smile again.

If Zhu Yijun hadn't been exhausted from fighting, he would have laughed out loud. It was a familiar taste of nagging—nagging about everything, saying everything. On weekdays, whatever unorthodox things Zhu Yijun did, Zhang Juzheng would nag like this, endlessly.

"Your Majesty, what I am talking about is a major event involving the ancestral temple and the country. As a monarch, you shouldn't let yourself..." Zhang Juzheng saw Zhu Yijun smile and knew that this child hadn't taken his words to heart at all. He was so angry!

"Master, I forgot to pay respects." Zhu Yijun interrupted Zhang Juzheng's words somewhat tiredly.

"This gentleman... ah, I pay respects to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty. No matter what..." Zhang Juzheng took the time to pay respects and wanted to continue, but was interrupted again. Thanks to this being the Emperor, otherwise Zhang Juzheng would really have to take action. Letting people finish speaking is basic etiquette, but the Emperor interrupted him again and again.

"Master, I am very tired." Zhu Yijun expressed that he was really tired. Killing people while wearing iron armor had exhausted his physical strength. Zhu Yijun already had the feeling of his soul leaving his body. His body felt as if it didn't belong to him at all—a very magical experience.

Leading the Imperial Guards to charge was his subconscious decision. It was useless for Zhang Juzheng to nag again; it just happened.

"Your Majesty, please return to the temporary palace to rest for now. Leave the rest to General Qi!" Zhang Hong rushed out with four little eunuchs and lifted the Emperor onto the sedan chair. Zhang Hong and the eunuchs had actually been following not far behind the Emperor.

After all, he was only fifteen years old. Even as the number one expert in the world among the youth, after a long period of combat, he was still exhausted. He slept very peacefully.

When he woke up again, it was already the next morning. When he woke up, Zhu Yijun was even a bit dazed, thinking that the assassination was just a dream. But seeing Zhang Hong and the quiet Imperial Guards in the room, and feeling the tearing pain all over his body, he knew that a battle of exhaustion had indeed happened the night before.

After eating a bowl of Shanxi millet porridge, two large white steamed buns, and a flatbread, Zhu Yijun finally felt that he had come back to life.

"Your Majesty, could it be the Grand Tutor?" Zhang Hong's voice was very low, with horror and anxiety. These were words that only treacherous officials and demon eunuchs would say—evil words that alienate the monarch and his subjects.

Feng Bao said with great concern, "Your Majesty, I think so too."

"Suspicion is very normal. Even I had some doubts before I saw the Master. But as soon as he saw us yesterday, he started nagging. At that time, I was almost exhausted. The Master kept nagging about gentlemen and so on, making my head ache and annoying me to death," Zhu Yijun shook his head and said, "It's not the Master. If the Master really wanted to kill us, we would be dead by now."

"You can doubt the Master's loyalty, but you shouldn't doubt the Master's ability. Whoever the Master really wants to kill, he can kill, and we are no exception."

"What did you do?"

"The Inspector has placed the Grand Tutor under house arrest in the Zhuyi Pavilion, not allowing him to see anyone, waiting for Your Majesty to wake up and decide," Feng Bao answered this slightly tricky question. After Zhang Juzheng had an audience, he was placed under house arrest by Zhao Mengyou.

"Hu Nao! Summon the Master for a meal and remove the chili sauce." As soon as Zhu Yijun heard this, he slapped his forehead and had the chili sauce for the white steamed buns removed.

This was not Zhao Mengyou's fault either. The assassination happened at the Yicheng Earl's Mansion. As the owner of the Yicheng Earl's Mansion, Zhang Juzheng was the prime suspect. Zhao Mengyou detaining him was his duty as an Inspector.

Zhu Yijun called Zhang Juzheng to eat and specifically removed the chili sauce for the sake of Zhang Juzheng's health.

After Zhang Juzheng had an audience, he had a belly full of questions, but he decided to eat first. Inspector Zhao Mengyou hadn't given Zhang Juzheng a single bite of food or a drop of water. Zhang Juzheng had been worried about whether the Emperor was injured and was in no mood to eat. It wasn't until he saw that the Emperor was in excellent spirits that the heart that had been in his throat finally fell back into his stomach.

"Seeing that the Master is safe and sound, I can finally rest easy," Zhu Yijun waited until Zhang Juzheng finished his breakfast before speaking.

"Your Majesty, from now on, you must never personally tread on the edge of the blade again. These battlefields have no eyes. Your Majesty is the body of the Son of Heaven, how can you abandon the country and the state? I..." Zhang Juzheng flicked his sleeves and made a grand bow to remonstrate.

He finally understood why Xia Yuanji opposed Zhu Di's personal expedition to the north. It was fine if Zhu Di just boosted morale, but the key was that Zhu Di had spent his life on the battlefield and had to charge into the formation.

"I know, I know, Master, please get up quickly." Zhu Yijun had a headache as soon as he heard nagging, and he agreed very perfunctorily.

"This assassination was launched extremely hastily after careful preparation. Careful preparation—the number of people attacking at midnight the day before yesterday was at least seven hundred. These bandits had swords, spears, swords, and halberds, as well as armor, bows and arrows, and even muskets. For such a scale of desperate people to come to the capital, and with such military equipment, it was clearly prepared carefully for a long time."

"But the signs of a hasty launch are also very obvious. There was no coordination between the teams. So I think this assassination was a temporary idea. Seeing that I was staying at the Yicheng Earl's Mansion, they launched the assassination immediately," Zhu Yijun first explained his analysis.

A hasty launch after careful preparation—everything was because the Emperor had arrived.

So many people, so much military equipment, and even firearms—this was not something that could be prepared in a short time, otherwise it would never have escaped the eyes and ears of the Great Ming court. But the process of the battle also showed that the enemy's action was a temporary idea; everything was because the Emperor had arrived.

"Your Majesty's wisdom is already formed," Zhang Juzheng also agreed with the Emperor's analysis.

The target of this attack was very clear from beginning to end, and it was Zhang Juzheng. The main direction of the attack was also the mountain depression in the east.

Zhu Yijun said very clearly, "The reason they chose to launch it hastily was for three purposes: high, middle, and low. The best result was to kill the Master and kill me. In this way, Prince Lu would ascend the throne, the master would be young, and the country would be suspicious. Secondly, it was to kill the Master. If they couldn't break through the Imperial Guards' defense line, killing the Master would remove their heart-and-mind trouble."

"The worst result was that the Master was fine, and I was fine, but the assassination happened at the Yicheng Earl's Mansion. I would definitely suspect the Master, and the Master might also suspect me. Once the monarch and his subjects have a gap, they will become more and more estranged under instigation, and eventually, it will be impossible for the Master to return to court."

"They calculated everything, but they might not have calculated that I would lead the Imperial Guards to attack, which ultimately led to them failing to achieve any of their goals."

The Emperor leading the charge—who could have thought of that?

The Yicheng Earl's Mansion had five hundred Iron Forest troops guarding it. The Iron Forest troops were the guards the Emperor gave to the military nobility, dispatched by the court. According to the system, an Earl's mansion only had fifty people, but Zhang Juzheng's situation was special. Zhu Yijun was worried about Zhang Juzheng's safety, so he gave special grace to increase it to five hundred.

If Zhu Yijun hadn't led the Imperial Guards to attack, the Imperial Guards had the duty to protect the Emperor. Then, whether the five hundred Iron Forest troops or the seven hundred bandits would win was hard to say. Since these seven hundred bandits dared to kill the Emperor, they were all desperate people who were already prepared to die. Their combat power could be imagined.

But this Emperor, Zhu Yijun, was an Emperor who practiced martial arts. He led the troops himself, and the Imperial Guards moved as the Emperor moved, which ultimately changed the battle situation.

"Your Majesty is wise." Zhang Juzheng had no intention of defending himself. Even if the Emperor really suspected him, he had no good way. He was no longer the Great Ming Collected Statutes Chief Editor, Grand Tutor, Wenyuange Grand Secretary, and Minister of Personnel Zhang Juzheng, but just Earl of Yicheng Zhang Juzheng. Facing the Emperor, he had no ability to resist.

After losing power, it was like a phoenix falling into the water and being inferior to a chicken. Zhang Juzheng had also anticipated today's situation, but he still gave up power.

"I finally understand that the monarch and his subjects cannot be too intimate. It is already a huge matter for the monarch to dine at the subject's mansion. If the monarch stays at the subject's mansion, this situation will occur. Regardless of whether the assassination is successful or not, as long as the assassination happens, it must be that the monarch and his subjects are estranged. The existence of the chain of suspicion leads to the discord between the monarch and his subjects, which becomes inevitable," Zhu Yijun said sincerely.

The person who launched the assassination was definitely not stupid. Even if they couldn't succeed, the goal was achieved.

The chain of suspicion between the monarch and his subjects is that once discord occurs between the monarch and his subjects, the Emperor will definitely suspect the subject and eventually must kill him; otherwise, the subject will suspect the Emperor and will inevitably rebel. This is an unsolvable chain of suspicion, which will not change because of the teacher-student relationship between Zhang Juzheng and the Emperor.

"Fortunately, it was me. I am worthy of myself," Zhu Yijun boasted rarely, even a bit smugly.

This unsolvable problem of the chain of suspicion between the monarch and his subjects was broken by him. The key was that when he made the decision at that time, he didn't think so much at all. He just felt that it should be like this. This might be political talent.

"Your Majesty, I am dull." Zhang Juzheng was a bit suspicious. Not only Zhang Juzheng, but Zhang Hong and Feng Bao were also confused. The Emperor's words were a bit sudden, and it was really difficult to turn this corner.

Zhu Yijun explained in detail what he had realized, the method to break this chain of suspicion between the monarch and his subjects.

Zhang Juzheng had not completely lost power, because of the Emperor's grace and protection. He had five hundred Iron Forest troops, and even the Emperor personally saved him.

The Emperor personally saving his subject—this is a rare thing throughout the ages. Since ancient times, subjects have saved the Emperor; how can the Emperor save his subjects?

But the matter was right in front of them.

This broke the foundation of the existence of the chain of suspicion between the monarch and his subjects. If the Emperor or the monarch and his subjects have a gap, the Emperor personally leading troops to rescue them is the Emperor's extreme trust in the Grand Tutor, and the Grand Tutor does not need to worry about whether the Emperor will suspect him, because the Emperor has already proven it with his actions.

"Your Majesty?" Feng Bao saw that the Emperor's expression was heavy and his gaze was deep, knowing that the Emperor wanted to go take a look, and tentatively reminded him.

Zhang Juzheng had to say that this was a terrifying political talent.

Zhang Juzheng was already over fifty years old and hadn't rested for two nights and one day, so he was a bit sluggish. People are living things. When the state is poor, thinking about problems is not so comprehensive.

Zhang Juzheng was worried. He had been thinking for a day, and after much deliberation, he said, "Your Majesty, why not stop the New Policies?"

"Absolutely impossible." Although Zhu Yijun's words were calm, they were decisive. The New Policies were now at the most critical moment, and everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. He absolutely could not allow the New Policies to pause.

"Your Majesty, just stop for a while. It won't be too late to push it forward when Your Majesty is in his prime. Your Majesty is still young, so don't be in a hurry." Zhang Juzheng didn't mean that the New Policies shouldn't be done, but that the contradiction had intensified to this point, and it was a bit too hasty. You can wait a while, wait until the power in Your Majesty's hands accumulates a bit more, and then push it forward.

"The Master is also confused. The New Policies have always been like an arrow on the bowstring that cannot be turned back. Once stopped, it will be a counterattack and settlement of accounts. The situation will be even worse, and the New Policies will be difficult to push forward again. In a few years, the Great Ming will definitely perish. This is the only opportunity for the Great Ming. Master, please don't persuade me anymore. Assassinating the King, burning the Imperial Palace, assassinating in the temporary palace—these are things my grandfather also experienced. I am just repeating the experience. I cannot retreat, I cannot stop, because behind me is a bottomless abyss," Zhu Yijun still insisted very much.

"Whatever tricks you have, use them as soon as possible. The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit!"

The twenty-five years of shame of the Daoist Emperor were inevitable after the Daoist Emperor chose to avoid it after the Renyin Palace Change, because the New Policies of the first twenty years, because of practicing Daoism and being disheartened, were all abolished. Even if the Daoist Emperor wanted to come out of the Western Garden again, it was absolutely impossible. The general trend had gone, and the Daoist Emperor as a monarch had no ability to go against the trend.

Zhu Yijun refused to stop, because he was the Emperor, the supreme Emperor of the Great Ming. He could not bear to spend the next fifty years in shame, so he had to fight. He would rather die in splendor than live in shame.

"Your Majesty is not a winner or a loser, but the King succeeds and the bandit fails. The reason why one can succeed is because of practicing the Kingly Way, and the reason why the bandit fails is because of not practicing the Kingly Way. It should be so," Zhang Juzheng said sincerely, "I have no more worries."

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

The King succeeds and the bandit fails. The King wins by practicing the Kingly Way, and the bandit fails by practicing the Bandit Way.

What Zhang Juzheng said was very clear. Was it the winner who wrote history, or did history choose the winner? Obviously, Zhang Juzheng was still fulfilling the mission of the Grand Tutor, educating the young Emperor. After all, the Emperor still called him Master and never changed his address.

"The Master is indeed a great talent. Even though you are so tired, you still teach me principles," Zhu Yijun nodded repeatedly when he heard this. This was also the reason why he liked to talk to Zhang Juzheng. Many of Zhang Juzheng's viewpoints were completely different from others, and in Zhu Yijun's personal opinion, they were more accurate.

Zhu Yijun took out a pencil and took notes, but suddenly frowned. He discovered that Zhang Juzheng's thinking had a problem!

He frowned at Zhang Juzheng's complexion, and the more he thought about it, the more possible it was. He asked slightly suspiciously, "Master, don't be confused and do something like suicide to show your ambition. After Zhu Wan, the Japanese pirate trouble lasted for decades. Master, you showed your ambition, but this is seeking glory and getting shame, a sign of the country's demise."

"Ah, that's right." Zhang Juzheng was a bit dazed. He, Zhang Juzheng, was a person, but his name was also synonymous with the New Policies. If he died in a shameful way, the New Policies would naturally come to an abrupt end. Just as the Emperor said, the Great Ming would definitely perish within decades.

Therefore, for the sake of the Great Ming, he could not commit suicide to show his ambition.

"Master, did you really think so?! How can you think like this? Ah, these lowly scholars, they are still killed too few!" Zhu Yijun said exasperatedly. He was even more dissatisfied with the lowly scholars. This grasp of the timing was clearly the work of the lowly scholars.

"Zhang, send the Master back to his room to rest. This is clearly not enough sleep. Thinking about things, he is a bit confused. Hurry, hurry." Zhu Yijun let Zhang Juzheng go to rest. After the assassination, Zhang Juzheng hadn't slept, and his thinking would be affected by his state.

Zhang Juzheng had indeed committed suicide to show his ambition, and the mess he left behind was something Zhu Yijun couldn't clean up at all, nor could he clean it up.

"Your Majesty, all the officials are waiting outside the Yicheng Earl's Mansion. Should I summon them or not? They all arrived yesterday," Feng Bao asked the Emperor for instructions. The news of the Emperor's assassination in Xishan spread back to the capital, and all the officials in the capital ran to Xishan to wait respectfully.

"They are not on duty in the government office, so why are they running here to join the fun? Go, go, go, tell them all to go back," Zhu Yijun waved his hand repeatedly. These officials of the Great Ming, whenever they get a chance, they slack off and fish. They don't go to work, but run to Xishan for a spring outing?!

Feng Bao was stunned on the spot. When an assassination like this happens, among all the officials in the capital, whoever doesn't come is the one most suspected. Is this a question of going to work or not? But the Emperor thought so, and Feng Bao couldn't persuade him, so he could only go to pass the message.

"The Empress Dowager has arrived!" A little eunuch shouted with a high-pitched voice. The two Empress Dowagers rushed in aggressively, regardless of any etiquette, and turned Zhu Yijun inside out before letting out a long sigh of relief.

"These officials are simply lawless. Drag them all to the Yongding River and behead them, and replace them with a new batch. If the next batch is still like this, then replace them again! Feng Bao, immediately go and draft an imperial edict, let Zhao Mengyou go and arrest everyone!" Empress Dowager Li was exasperated, and her whole person was in a state of extreme anger. She even intended to ignore the Spring and Autumn Annals and intended to issue an imperial edict to kill all the officials in the capital. If she killed them all, it would be clear.

"Ah?" Feng Bao looked at the furious Empress Dowager Li in a daze, not knowing how to explain.

Zhu Yijun had actually suspected Empress Dowager Li before. After all, according to history, Empress Dowager Li loved her younger son Zhu Yiliu more, and even in the eighth year of Wanli, after the Wanli Emperor made trouble, she said she wanted to change the Emperor.

But now looking at it, Empress Dowager Li was just a woman, just like the thousands of mothers who hope their children will become dragons. When their children are not promising, they will always be angry regardless of everything.

"How can there be a bloodbath of the officials? If you kill all the officials, the court will be gone," Zhu Yijun hurriedly persuaded, persuading Empress Dowager Li to be calmer. He was also tired. After fighting in blood, he had to persuade the Master not to be confused, and he had to persuade his own mother not to lose her temper.

After half an hour of persuasion, Empress Dowager Li's anger finally subsided slowly.

"I've wronged my son," Empress Dowager Li said while crying. After being angry, it was grievance, and after grievance, it was resentment toward her husband. How old is the son? Fifteen years old, and he has to bear these things. Her husband left, leaving the child to suffer such hardship.

Zhu Yiliu was watching from the side and was truly terrified. In the eyes of the young him, what is good about being an Emperor? Having to face these storms, how can it be as comfortable as being a Prince? Look at Imperial Uncle Zhu Zaiyu, who can do what he wants to do, served by beauties from all over the world.

Wanting to be a good Emperor is not an easy thing. Zhu Yiliu personally witnessed the Emperor's hard work. That suit of armor covered in blood was placed on the side.

In the eyes of the young Zhu Yiliu, being an Emperor is really not as good as being a Prince.

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