Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 750
"The nobles of the dynasty?"

Picking up the secret letter, Wu Bangfu frowned, suddenly finding it difficult.

This is news from Huaiyan and the supervisory censors of the five northern provinces.

The emperor suppressed corrupt officials, which also happened during the Huguang shogunate. Many local officials were killed, which shocked a wave of people.

The shogunate scrambled to agree, because this was to vacate official positions and select their own people.

But nowadays, many local violators are related to the dignitaries of the dynasty, whether they are domestic slaves, in-laws, or relatives and friends.

For example, in Huaiyan, salt merchants competed to bribe their relatives and friends; on land, wasteland and fertile land were given to high-ranking officials and dignitaries cheaply;

All in all, rent-seeking for power has made official circles more and more involved day by day.There is me in you, and you in me, and no one can escape the relationship.

Fortunately, although these supervisory censors have suffered many hardships, no one in the local area has lost their minds and dared to assassinate them.

But obviously, the two are in opposition, and the contradiction is already extremely sharp, and the cold wind in winter can no longer quench their anger.

The officialdom really needs to be cleaned up.

"Let's leave it to the palace..."

Seeing the names of several Duke's mansions, Wu Bangfu wanted to hide for a moment, so as to form a good relationship.

But thinking of the current methods, he shuddered and could only do so.

If the heroes of Pei County in the early Han Dynasty, the Guanlong Group in the Sui and Tang Dynasties were called Huaiyou Xungui in the early Ming Dynasty, then the Shaowu Dynasty was the Qinchu Xungui Group.

Ninety percent of the military officers and seventy percent of the civil servants were either from Shaanxi or Huguang. Relying on their fellow villagers, in-laws, comrades-in-arms, and colleagues, they formed a seemingly huge interest group.

But it is also extremely scattered. The largest one is divided into Shaanxi and Chu, and then it is divided into Veteran School, New Cong School, and then divided into Guanzhong School, Northern Shaanxi School, etc...

Facing the world, with such a big plate of cake, everyone is full of fat and looks ugly.

Although this anti-corruption campaign is aimed at eradicating corrupt officials and old ministers, it is difficult for the nobles of the new dynasty to escape their ties.

Corrupt officials are like vines, they will naturally climb in every possible way to deliver benefits to the big tree of the nobles of the new dynasty.

The emperor wanted to cut off the vines, not to curb them, but to let the new hero group, especially the officer class, avoid rapid corruption and maintain a strong combat effectiveness.

We must know that peace is a hotbed of corruption. How many of the Whampoa officers who symbolized progress back then became big landlords and rich men after the War of Resistance, and their combat effectiveness plummeted.

The so-called reduced hereditary, can play a very small role.

Perhaps after the winter, the whole world became much more peaceful. The fire dragon was burning up, and the emperor had nothing to do, so he had to come to the harem.

Still favored by the Mongolian concubine Qi Qige.

However, it was the first time that Qiqige had the honor to have a meal with the emperor, and only after entering the palace did she appreciate the so-called "wealth and honor of the heavenly family".

There are at least [-] or [-] dishes on a large rectangular table. The tableware is a sea bowl covered with vermilion lettering and fine porcelain, or a large plate with a diameter of nearly a foot.

In addition, there are four small dining tables, where dim sum, side dishes, hot pot and porridge are placed.

Meals are not allowed to be called rice but called 'din', and food is not allowed to be called 'eating' but called 'jin', so eating is called 'jinshan'.

Qiqige sat there nervously, and the maid handed over the heavy gold inlaid chopsticks, and at the same time looked where the emperor looked, and reported the name of the dish.

Such a way of eating is undreamed of in Qiqige.

She was still young, and under the gaze of so many people, she was really hesitant to raise her chopsticks and couldn't eat.

I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of the situation of offering offerings in the temple, and now it is so similar, I almost laughed out loud, and I endured it very hard.

The servants had never seen such a rude concubine before, their brows twitched in anger, their eyes almost devoured people.

Zhu Yixi didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "Looking at so many dishes, it's really a bit of a waste."

"But there is no other way. The emperor can't help himself. He can't be touched by others. He can only behave like this."

As he spoke, he pointed helplessly at the silver medal in the sea bowl, like a bookmark, lying in every dish:
"It is said that it is designed for anti-virus. If the food is poisoned, the silver medal will turn black when it touches the food."

"Hehehe——" This time, Qiqige laughed even more joyously, and the depression for many days was swept away, and her appetite was good.

Having said that, Zhu Yixi never let anyone go to the silver medal.

He knew why, but others didn't.

In a sense, this is also a deterrent.

For other things, such as tasting dishes, he also obeyed the rules. He also stir-fried vegetables after eating them, but they were steamed after cooling.

It was only when he was alone that he started a small stove, looked at him before his eyes, and let his heart go.

Seeing that the emperor's face was also full of smiles, the servants were relieved, knowing that this Mongolian concubine was the emperor's pistachio, and relieved their boredom.

Qiqige is a real person, or the Mongolians have a thrifty style, so she has to puff up her face and try to add food, just like a hardworking little hamster, with no etiquette, it is extraordinarily cute.

It's just that the food is too rich, even if you taste it lightly, you can't eat a third of it, and you feel extremely full, but the time to eat it took a full half an hour.

The servants looked in amazement at this Mongolian woman who just ate with her head buried in her mouth. She ate with the emperor, so you really ate with your head buried in it?
What made them even more emotional was that the emperor actually had her messing around, watching him with relish.

Zhu Yixi was indeed watching, and put down the bowl and chopsticks.

This is live eating and broadcasting, not to mention appetizing, he is very energetic.

"Why doesn't Your Majesty eat?" Qiqige pouted, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and raised her head to ask.

Zhu Yixi was taken aback: "Okay, I'll eat, I'll eat."

After all, just watch while eating.

Rinse your mouth after eating to end a meal.

Since there were fire dragons in the palace, Qiqige was sweating profusely and took off her coat regardless of her appearance.

Of course, she also realized the rules at this time, and asked a question in advance.

"Nothing." The emperor waved his hand and took off his coat.

The two went directly to the kang bed and lay down.

Although sitting in an easy chair is as comfortable as it is, but the powder is greasy in the bosom and the belly is round, which is a special taste.

Zhu Yixi waved his hand: "Put a pot of tea, let's digest!"

"Slave servants should die!" Only then did the servants come to their senses, and they actually delayed half a step, tired of the emperor's orders.

"Just chrysanthemum tea! Dispel food and reduce fire."

Qiqige seems to have only learned Chinese this month, her mouth is like an oriole, and she can't stop talking about the characteristics of the grassland.

For example, hunting and herding sheep, horseback riding and archery, the cleverness of hounds, and the customs on the grasslands that are very different from those of the Han people, all made the emperor very happy to hear.

Time passed quietly, and it was already dark.

The palace servants in charge of "bedding and accounting" in the palace are ready to place and tidy up the soft kang.

Qiqige was only wearing the tightest Mongolian cloak, sitting on the bed generously, looking at the emperor without any timidity.

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(End of this chapter)