Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 536 Arriving in Beijing City

In the second year of Shaowu, on the tenth day of October, after two months of being the center of the imperial court, he was about to arrive in Beijing.

At this highly anticipated moment, winter has already entered the Beijing area.

The cold wind blew across the northern capital, and a thin layer of snow covered the dry land. It was dry, dry, and bitterly cold, which made many officials in the south couldn't help cursing.

Jiang Yueguang, who stayed behind in Beijing and is also the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, immediately followed the popular will and excavated a large amount of coal from the west of Beijing to heat the city of Beijing at a low price.

A large number of mules and horses rushed to the west of Beijing, and the air in Beijing city was already filled with yellow sand, but now it is getting worse day by day.

"Cough-cough-"

Zhou Shixian coughed, got into the carriage, and headed out of the city.

The emperor is about to enter the capital, and all civil and military officials in the city are no exception. It is inevitable to go out of the city to welcome Baili.

"Lao Liu, I heard that the folks like to burn media these days. This thing is poisonous! Don't burn it. Our family does not lack this charcoal. I will give you a hundred catties when I go back."

Looking at the thick smoke wafting from the chimneys along the street, Zhou Shixian couldn't help covering his nose with a handkerchief, his face full of disgust.

"Master, you are really kind-hearted. We are a blessing from our ancestors. I heard that there was a family two days ago. They fell asleep in the night. All five of them died. The youngest is only three years old!"

The sixth coachman couldn't help but babbled, "Although it's poisonous, it's not cheap. It's just enough to keep warm. Who makes it a poor disease?"

In winter in Beijing, the price of a catty of charcoal reaches ten yuan, and after a leisurely winter, there is no way to get it without a hundred catties.

Even firewood costs five or six pennies a catty, while cheap coal only costs two or three pennies a catty, which is simply in short supply.

Although I know that burning coal is easy to die, but in the face of freezing to death, it is better to die warm.

Compared with the hundreds of thousands of people who freeze to death in Beijing every winter, the number of people who die from burning coal is almost negligible.

"This Beijing city has really changed a lot."

Zhou Shixian watched wisps of black smoke, which merged into dark clouds in the sky, and then fell to the ground again, and the white snow was tinged with dirt.

He kept shaking his head, his face full of disappointment.

"Yes, the road is much wider."

The coachman couldn't help admiring: "How many rows of people can walk, and there is no traffic jam. After all, it's the new dynasty, it's different."

"Hey, what new dynasty, this is Daming, the emperor of Ming."

Zhou Shixian was annoyed.

"People say that the emperor is a relative who can't be beaten. It's like rebuilding a new dynasty. It's different from Ming Dynasty!"

"I don't care what others say, don't talk nonsense, this is the city of Beijing!!"

Having said that, he was still on highs and lows in his heart.

As the common people said, Emperor Shaowu was no less than rebuilding a new dynasty. He treated the dignitaries of the previous dynasty with cold eyes and almost swept them away.

Although many honorable civil servants were pursued in Xiaoling before, who doesn't know his cold mind?
It is difficult for him to know the pros and cons of adopting Princess Changping.

With such a mood, when he came outside the city, the crowd had already gathered densely.

Standing at the front and blowing the cold wind was Jiang Yueguang, Minister of Industry, left behind in Beijing, followed by Wang Yingxiong, Minister of Officials, Lu Daqi, Minister of Military Affairs, Gao Hongtu, Minister of Rites, Zhu Mou, Minister of Household Affairs, and Feng Xianzong, Minister of Punishment.

The rest are Xiao Jiuqing, and then the doctors of various divisions, Yuanwai Lang and so on.

On Xungui's side, almost all of them are here.

They set off a few months earlier and came to Beijing to live in peace. The mansion rewarded by the imperial court should not be seen in advance.

Only the cabinet ministers, those Zhongshu Sheren, and some harem concubines were able to go northward from the emperor at a faster speed.

Even so, more than a hundred dragon boats were consumed, stretching for more than ten miles.

Suddenly, a horse came suddenly, and the snow on the ground had been cleared away. Its speed did not slow down, and it did not stop until more than a hundred steps away. A beautiful dismounted, kneeling on one knee:
"Luanjia is only ten miles away."

"Continue to investigate."

Jiang Yueguang straightened his body, couldn't help tidying up his coat and hat, and straightened his back.

The rest of the officials in red robes moved one after another, fearing that there might be any flaws.

"Abu Nai has already turned around and questioned about Monan, and even asked for a mutual market. The Xuanfu asked how to deal with it."

Lu Daqi, Minister of the Ministry of War, couldn't help muttering.

And the direction he asked was Zhu Mou, Minister of the Ministry of household affairs.

Zhu Mou smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "I have given the food and guns, what else do I need? Follow your Majesty's wishes, and never let him enter the Great Wall."

"Do you really think he is the lord of the prairie? If the court doesn't admit it, it's nothing but bullshit. What happened in Monan is just a threat, and the Ministry of Households can't provide money to reward."

"As for the mutual market, wait for His Majesty's order, it's not for you and me to decide."

Suddenly, there was a sound of horseshoes, and there was a slight vibration on the ground.

In the distance, a black line appeared, almost invisible at a glance, as if covering the entire ground.

These are the [-] soldiers and horses of the Beijing Battalion that guarded the imperial chariot, and they are the most elite troops of the Ming Dynasty, half cavalry and half infantry.

The footsteps are neat, the steps are steady, the body is burly, and the whole body exudes murderous aura. Even if it is just walking, but facing the powerful impact of the army, all the senior officials can't help being moved, and their faces twitch.

And some civil servants and so on, their legs trembled, their faces turned pale with fright.

"Boom--"

From far to near, the footsteps of Jingying were like the resounding of a bronze bell, or like a huge thunder on a sunny day, constantly beating the hearts of everyone.

"Your Majesty is welcome——"

I don't know how long it took for everyone to realize it, and quickly lifted their robes and knelt down.

The soldiers who maintained order were no exception.

When the huge carriage stopped and the curtain was lifted, Zhu Yixi saw the dark head.

At a rough glance, there are no fewer than ten thousand people.

"Long live, please slow down—"

Tian Ren supported the emperor, stepped out of the carriage step by step, and stepped on the red carpet.

"Get up! You have worked hard too."

At this time, under the exhaustion of the boat and the car, Zhu Yixi didn't have much interest, but just nodded slightly, as if he knew it.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Only then did everyone stand up slowly, revealing familiar yet unfamiliar faces.

After looking around, the emperor nodded, boarded the carriage again, and walked on the wide imperial street, the scene along the road came into view.

The Imperial Street, which only emperors and new scholars can walk on, is extremely stable and wide.

If Nanjing still has a hint of introverted beauty, then the city of Beijing is rough and unrestrained, with a different beauty, which makes people's eyes shine.

But what is surprising is that the plumes of black smoke gave the city a different taste.

"Is this the Forbidden City?"

Before he could appreciate it for a while, the carriage arrived at the Forbidden City.

In this history, the Ming and Qing Dynasties royal families lived in the famous palace for 600 years.

At this moment, in his eyes, it was like a huge cage, which made him a little breathless.

(End of this chapter)