Wanli Xinming

Chapter 43
Zhu Yijun felt a little tired after seeing the summons for several hours.Finally, he said to Qi Jiguang, "Where is Yuanjing bringing Jizhou soldiers to station?"

Qi Jiguang replied: "Return to the emperor's words, stationed on the side of the Nanhaizi school."

Zhu Yijun nodded and said meaningfully: "Well, I will have a deep talk with General Qi when I have time in the future. Come here today."

The Minister of Rites, Lu Shusheng, who had been acting as the background board, quickly got up and praised as the compliment officer: "I'll see you, Qi Jiguang, thank you!"

Qi Jiguang hurriedly performed the worship dance, Zhu Yijun sat upright, and said in Fengyang's words: "Reward with him." Zhang Juzheng and other officials received the order, Qi Jiguang thanked him, and the audience officially ended.

Qi Jiguang walked out of the palace as if stepping on cotton, sent the bearer, and walked back to his residence in a daze.At this time, although the sky was dim and the north wind mixed with snowflakes blowing on his face, it could not quench the heat in Qi Jiguang's chest.

In Qi Jiguang's original imagination, this audience should be a ceremonial ceremony: the emperor was on the throne, and his face was blurred. After Qi Jiguang worshipped the dance, there were a few simple questions and answers between the emperor and him.

The day before the audience, when he tossed and turned in bed, he had imagined the emperor saying, "What a mighty general, give him a meal." Being able to get a meal was the limit of the honor he imagined.

It was beyond his imagination that he sat with the emperor for so long today, and talked deeply about so many topics such as military training, personal experience, and family.In his military career, he hadn't talked about these topics for many years, except for the brothers who fought with him. Today, he talked about the rise, and even told the emperor a joke in the army.

Without having dinner, Qi Jiguang, who was lying on the bed in clothes, stared at the ceiling with bright eyes.In my heart, I kept thinking about what I said to the emperor, and the emperor actually said this; after saying that, the emperor touched his palms and laughed.In the memory at this time, the faces of Zhang Juzheng, Lu Tiaoyang, Tan Lun and other big men who he usually dared not look at each other are all blurred, only the emperor said with understanding: "The generals are in the country. Chaos is not easy—" These half-words reverberated back and forth in his ears and heart, as if red, hot magma erupted in his stomach, burning his face with tears
In the middle of the night, Qi Jiguang couldn't hold back any longer, leaned down and cried happily!
After the early dynasty, state affairs basically came to a standstill. Except for the heads of ministries who were tasked with the five-year plan, from the small Beijing officials to the common people, the city of Beijing has fallen into the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.

From the perspective of the whole world, the first year of Wanli was neither good nor bad.At the southern end of the empire, there was a pirate riot in Guangdong for two years, which was quelled by Yin Zhengmao, governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, and more than 1 pirates were taken from the first level alone. The leader of the bandit, Lan Yiqing, was beheaded.At this time, the troubled people are rebuilding their homes.

In Dengzhou Prefecture, due to the six-year drought in Longqing, the imperial court reduced or exempted the summer tax this year.Under the organization of the government, the returning homeless people planted the land and got a lot of harvest.

In Shaanxi, Qi Fang and Liu Ruqing, the so-called "God Emperor descended to earth, Purdue believers" were arrested and killed by the government, and fifteen ignorant people who followed them to cheat money were sent to Lingnan.

The king of Xiangling in Shaanxi was deprived of his rank by order because he listened to the demons and humiliated the place arrogantly. A large number of generals of Zhenguo and Fengguo in the palace were demoted to commoners.

On the shore of black water, Wang Gao, who had just slapped the court face, was in his tent, looking at the golden belt, golden hat, clothes, boots and socks that the emperor gave in summer. His face was cloudy and sunny, even his favorite The Han female slaves came to invite him to drink, but they lost interest.

On Confucius Temple Street in Nanjing, the newly opened Qingliu Printing Bookstore was crowded with people, each with a disheveled face. Dongfang, who was wearing a Tongsheng kerchief, held a stack of manuscripts in his hand and lined up to enter the bookstore, looking for their school books to hand in. draft.From time to time, Feng Bangning's voice could be heard from the room: "No shit, go back and rewrite!"

For the first time, the poor who worked in the factories run by the royal family in the various lifang of the capital received a new set of copper coins for the New Year holiday.As a gift package at the end of the year, the royal family also gave them a bag of white flour and a barrel of soybean oil.

After years of numbness and depression, he finally showed a long-lost smile at the end of the first year of Wanli.Not only did they gain money and goods, but what made them elated was the envious gazes of their neighbors.

Some of them craftsmen, or because of improving the production process, or because of their ideas to improve the production efficiency, are rewarded very generously.Some even looked for bricklayers and carpenters to prepare to build houses.

At the Nanyuan campus of the capital, several Beijing battalions, who were stimulated by the Ji town soldiers brought by Qi Jiguang, brought their own cadres and generals, and led the shivering soldiers in the death-defying practice queue.The sound of guns being fired and guns being fired from the school grounds unexpectedly matched the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.

Inside the Forbidden Palace, the six years of grief and distress in Longqing had seemed like a lifetime away, and most of the palace people had regained their anger.From some palaces, there are a few voices of cursing and laughter from time to time. This is the laughter and laughter of the young concubines left by Emperor Longqing when they played mahjong together.

As the master of the forbidden palace, Zhu Yijun has already begun to be exhausted by the solemn and lengthy sacrificial rituals.

With deep malice, he thought whether the kowtow prayers that were received throughout the year, the emperor needed to return it to his ancestors before and after the festival.After all, it was not his credit that the subjects kowtowed to him, but the great ancestors, Chengzu, and ancestors who established and maintained this country, that gave him such honor.

With such malice, he sent Zhu Shitai, Duke Ding, Xu Wenbi, Zhang Rong, Princess Jiashan's husband, Xu Congcheng, who had already become the Duke of the Imperial State, and many other dignitaries (except those from Beijing)— Zhu Shitai was sent to Nanjing to go to various imperial mausoleums and altars to kowtow instead of him.

With the sound of firecrackers, the second year of Wanli has arrived.In the inner palace, Zhu Yijun, together with the two palaces and the concubines who had rank, the inner eunuch Dajian, also ate New Year's Eve dinner and guarded the New Year's Day on New Year's Day.Festive lanterns were hung in the inner palace, and there was a lot of trouble for a few days.

Zhu Yijun could not eat wine, nor could he play mahjong under the advice of Empress Dowager Li, so he had to exercise in addition to various sacrifices to prepare physically for the new year.

The imperial capital at this time is also full of festive atmosphere of "new years are added to the calendar, and the old mountains and rivers are full of spring".After the princes and officials of the capital had paid homage to Zhu Yijun who was tortured and yawned in the early morning of Zhengdan, the birds and beasts dispersed.Started a 20-day paid vacation.

All officials in Beijing, including Qi Jiguang, carried their New Year's posts in a sack and went to their colleagues' homes to post New Year's greetings.Because each family has to visit relatives and friends, this post is thrown into the doorman, and I don't expect others to come back. It is like a New Year's card for later generations, it only means that I am still alive and I still think about you.

Of course, Qi Jiguang had a lot of respect in Zhang Juzheng's place. He was summoned by Yuan Fu and stayed in the mansion for a long time.

The lengthy Spring Festival has passed. On the 21st of the first lunar month of the second year of Wanli, Tan Lun, Minister of the Ministry of War, went to work on the first day: "The state-owned three armies, in order to guard against extremes, cut down the injustice, respect the ancestral temple, respect the country, and never forget the danger.. Today The Beijing camp has not been reviewed for many years, and the officers and soldiers have not practiced the battle formation well, so they cannot achieve peace inside and fight against the outside world. Please ask the emperor to review the Beijing camp. It is advisable to reward and punish them with great deeds, just like the stories of ancestors, and to guard against them with fine martial arts. Unexpectedly, begging for the Holy Judgment."

This was arranged last year. Zhu Yijun read the play, asked Queen Mother Li for instructions, and replied: "It will be reviewed on the 26th of the first lunar month, and the Ministry of War will arrange it. I will ask for an order when it is proper."

　The first year of Wanli is finally over.The 11 words written by Lao Mo are exhausted.According to Lao Mo's outline, thinking about the next days makes my scalp tingle - all kinds of maladministration are slowly clarified one by one, and the various materials to be used in it are almost fatal. ——What's more, Lao Mo doesn't have a lot of information yet, and he doesn't know where to look it up!I can only worship Du Niang and wish good luck in the second year of Wanli!
　　In the past few days, Lao Mo can't do two shifts a day, and can only maintain this frequency - it is estimated that it will be until the end of the month.Because I haven't saved the manuscript all the time, Lao Mo is afraid that something will be interrupted. Seeing that the work has become more and more busy recently, I feel that I need to save some manuscripts.

　　The results of this book are beyond expectations.Lao Mo checked the Internet and found that Meng Xin was the first to write a manuscript, and this achievement is considered a lucky star.Again, thank you for your support, comments, recommendations, and encouragement!This book would not have grown without you.Lao Mo is determined not to monitor too much, and to carry out the book to the end!
　　Thank you, please collect and recommend!
　　


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