I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 293 Wen Si remonstrates, Wu dies in battle, all ministers, for justice, I take the first step!
"Beep beep beep..."

"Beep beep beep..."

When the battle at the gate of the imperial city was in full swing, iron whistles rang out, and then groups of soldiers in black brocade jackets with red line hemming on their cuffs and collars held water and fire sticks in one hand, and black rattan woven cloths in the other. Shields rushed over in formation.

"Bang bang bang..."

Several gunshots rang out, and the people who were fighting together fell to the ground collectively with a burst of exclamation.

The imperial city guards guarding the imperial city subconsciously took off the guns behind them.

On the top of the city gate, the city gate officer who was lying on the wall to watch the excitement, pointed at the bottom and silently cursed, turned around and ran towards the heavy machine gun in the middle of the top of the city gate.

Although he knew that the people below were all his own people, but this was the imperial city, so he still had to take some precautions.

So many soldiers suddenly appeared below and fired again. If he didn't do anything, his role as city gate officer would be over.

Taking back the revolver, Hu Yu, who was also dressed in black, except that the cuffs and collar were light yellow hemmed, picked up the trumpet handed over by the subordinate next to him with a cold face.

"What do you want to do, gather a crowd to fight at the gate of the imperial city, is there any law for the king, do you think that the guard does not exist when we examine it?"

That's right, the person who came was the censorship guard, whose duties were equivalent to the police of later generations. Hu Yu was recommended by Zhu Zhangui and became the first commander of the censorship guard in Ming Dynasty.

The reason why Hu Yu was arranged was not only that Hu Yu was the most loyal person to him, but more importantly, Zhu Zhangui also wanted to give this subordinate who had been with him for many years an errand.

Hu Yu's ability is good, and his work efficiency is also very high. It is a waste of talents to serve as his personal bodyguard.

In addition, Zhu Zhangui was not at ease when the inspector guard was handed over to someone else, so he let Hu Yu take over the job.

"My lord, we are sitting here quietly. They came and beat us for no reason. You must be the master for us!"

As soon as Hu Yu finished speaking, a fat man with a bruised nose and swollen face and red marks on his face rushed forward crying.

"What is the reason, the commander will investigate by himself. As for who is right and who is wrong, the commander will make his own judgment. Shut up now, otherwise you will disturb the king, and your family's heads will not be chopped off!"

The fat man immediately shut up when he heard the words, and knelt on the ground with a mournful face, not daring to say anything more.

Glancing at the bruised and swollen faces, those who were triumphant, or eager to try, Hu Yu ordered in a loud voice: "Everyone will be taken away, and those who dare to resist will not be interrogated, and they will be punished for attacking the imperial city!"

"Yes!"

Thousands of inspection guards shouted in unison, raised water and fire sticks, and escorted everyone present away like ducks.

As the two fighting parties left, the imperial city became quiet again.

Standing on the gate tower, Zhu Zhangui, who watched the matter from beginning to end, turned and left calmly.

He knew in his heart that this was just the beginning, and those people would definitely come up with endless means in order to oppose the integration of government and gentry.

The simplest thing is that the literati strike the exam, and then the academies all over the country strike collectively, protest to the imperial court jointly, and even Qingliu officials resign and threaten the imperial court.

In fact, it is a little early to propose that officials and gentry pay food as a whole.

In Zhu Zhangui's vision, after the new students in the future occupy half of the power of the imperial court, the government-gentry integration action will be carried out.

At that time, even if all the Confucianists resigned from office, the court would not be afraid that no one would be available.

But it will take at least 10 or even 20 years to achieve Zhu Zhangui's ideal time period.

The old man can't wait for such a long time, he doesn't want to leave this trouble to his children and grandchildren.

After being the emperor for so long, he knew that once he died, the descendants would be hindered by the ancestral system if they wanted to change this system.

Regardless of whether the subsequent descendants enforce it forcefully or give in helplessly, it is not a good thing for the royal family.

So he wanted to make this happen while he was alive and when his prestige was at its peak, even if it was killing people with a knife, he didn't care.

His reputation is already so bad, and he doesn't care about adding a stroke or two.

In addition to Zhu Zhangui seeing this scene in the imperial city, the officials who sent back from another side door also saw it.

Everyone was silent, with indifference and anger in their eyes.

The royal family is so ruthless that for their own selfishness, regardless of the ideas of the scholars in the world, they enforced a bad government. This is to make enemies of all the scholars in the world.

It is an unchanging principle that officials and scholars with high reputations are exempted from part of the tax. Even the decisive old Zhu did not touch this cake back then, for fear of offending scholars all over the world and making the court unable to operate.

Unexpectedly, the Ming Dynasty has only been passed down for two generations, and Zhu Di, a rebellious minister who seeks to usurp the throne, wants them, the high-ranking Confucian disciples, to pay taxes like those mud-legged people.

With such a method, how can these high-ranking scholars who have formed a habit be able to bear it.

What makes them even more angry is that Zhu Di not only wants them to pay taxes like your legs, but also makes them noble literati become stinking mounds and train with those rude warriors to fight the enemy.

What are these people working hard to study and take the imperial examinations for? Isn’t it for these benefits? If these benefits are gone, the imperial court is so strict about corruption, and the salary is so low, then what’s the point of being an official.

Today this is just a small fight. If Zhu Di does not cancel the policy of paying officials and gentry together and the policy of military service for literati, they will prepare even bigger surprises later.

This world was won by their literati for the old Zhu family. Now that the old Zhu family has stabilized, not only does he not want to rule the world with the literati, but he also wants to kick them away and exploit them like ordinary people.

Hehe, doesn't that traitor Zhu Di know that the Zhu dynasty without scholars is nothing but shit?

In a blink of an eye, the 29th of the twelfth lunar month is here, and today is the day of the imperial court's grand sacrifice.

Since the meditation that day, the capital has returned to its usual calm. The troublemakers waiting for the inspectors and guards have never appeared again. Those who were punished or imprisoned also stayed obediently without making any noise, as if accepting this. everything.

But everyone knows in their hearts that tranquility is the prelude to the storm.

Officials and gentlemen are not making noise, not because they have accepted it, but are preparing for bigger actions.

Zhu Zhangui got up very early today, and just after the ugly hour, he got up under the service of Tagiris.

Tagiris officially entered the palace yesterday. She has been in Daming for more than a month. She entered the palace and met the princess on the day she just came back. The rest of the time, she stayed with her grandfather and lived in the old man's house. Arranged manor.

According to the rules of the royal family, as a concubine, she was allowed to enter the house only after paying homage to the main house.

Even if the concubine, the mother-in-law, agreed, she would not be able to enter Zhu Zhangui's big family without the approval of Zhao Linger, the big family.

This is the majesty of the main house. Even Zhu Zhangui, a husband, cannot make decisions without authorization out of respect for his wife.

Otherwise, if he made a decision, Zhao Ling'er in the back room would have nothing to do with it.

Yesterday was a good day for the Ministry of Etiquette. Tagilis was carried into the palace by a red sedan chair, and then in Zhu Zhangui's bedroom, he kowtowed to Zhao Linger, the big house. After offering tea, he got Zhao Linger's permission. It is the official entry.

In order to express her welcome to this new sister, Zhao Ling'er also generously allowed her husband to stay overnight at Tagilis's place last night.

"His Royal Highness, the prince told you to hurry up, saying that it's getting late."

Li Da's urging sounded outside the door.

This little eunuch who was sent to the Western Regions finally became Zhu Zhangui's personal eunuch after unremitting efforts to flatter him.

Of course, Zhu Zhangui fell in love with the other party, not because of the other party's ability to flatter, but because the other party's eyesight and handling ability are good.

In addition, Hu Yu already had other arrangements, and he really needed someone to serve him at any time, so he chose Li Da.

"I see."

With his hands outstretched, Zhu Zhangui, who was serving in Tagilis and a few maids from the Western Regions, and wearing a complicated dress, responded to the outside.

Then he said to Tagilis, who was adorning him, "Today is the grand sacrifice. Although you women don't have to go, according to the rules, you have to set up an incense table to worship. Go to Concubine Taisun early, you don't understand the Central Plains Rules, just follow them, don't be rude and make people laugh."

Tagiris nodded obediently, and put the cloak on Zhu Zhangui with a happy face.

With a light peck on the beautiful woman's red lips, Zhu Zhangui went out and took Li Da to the East Palace to gather with his father Zhu Pangpang.

"Father, I heard that the court has been quite troubled during this time."

At the gate of the East Palace, Zhu Zhanji, who had just rushed back yesterday, was holding the area map of Asan in his arms. While waiting for Zhu Zhangui with his father Zhu Pangpang, he asked about the current situation of the court intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhu Pangpang, who was pouting his buttocks and his wife arranging hybrid rice and potato boxes, gave a wry smile.

"It's not just a lot of noise, it's just an undercurrent, that is, I saw that something was wrong, so I ran into the Taimiao to hide, otherwise the gate of our East Palace would be kicked open."

"Ugh!"

As he spoke he sighed.

"Your grandpa and your eldest brother are also true. They didn't discuss such a big matter with me. They only told me before going to court. I wasn't prepared at all."

After hearing this, Zhu Zhanji nodded thoughtfully, smiled and said with relief: "Actually, this system is very good for the country's finances, but it's a pity that it affects the interests of scholars all over the world. I'm afraid there will be no disturbances, it won't be so Simple ending."

Zhu Pangpang glanced at Zhu Zhanji when he heard the words, and nodded in relief.

The second son has experienced in the Asan area for so long, and he has finally made progress. He knows the pros and cons of analyzing things.

"The turmoil is certain. I have heard that many colleges are planning to cancel the imperial examinations next year. Many civil servants have already planned to resign. The purpose is to get your grandfather to cancel the policy of paying the government and the gentry together."

Zhu Zhanji frowned.

"Grandpa's matter is still too thoughtless. If a large number of officials really resign, I'm afraid there will be problems with the operation of the court."

"Who says it's not!" After tidying up the work in his hands, Zhu Pangpang patted the dust on his hands.

"Let me tell you..."

"Ahem, Zhanji, come over and have a look, whether you feel comfortable or not."

Just when Zhu Pangpang was about to express his opinion, Mrs. Zhang who was fiddling with the basket suddenly coughed and called Zhu Zhanji over.

The father and son were stunned for a moment, and then gestured in front of Zhang's eyes, and glanced at a team coming from the distant passage.

The lanterns played at the front of the team have the words "Tai Sun" printed on them.

The two of them immediately understood what Mrs. Zhang meant, and they closed their mouths and stopped talking.

After all, Zhu Zhanji has withdrawn from the competition for the throne, that is, he has no title yet, otherwise he is no different from an ordinary vassal king.

A vassal is concerned about the government affairs of the court, what do you want to do, do you have any thoughts that you shouldn't have?

Zhang, who didn't want to see his two sons fighting each other, quickly reminded them when he saw the eldest son coming.

Although she also knew that Zhu Zhangui couldn't hide what the two had just talked about, but as long as she didn't say it in person, there was still room for relaxation.

Zhu Zhanji smiled, and didn't talk about government affairs any more, and stepped forward to help his mother start adjusting the pole.

Today it is said to be ancestor worship, but in fact it is more like the old man is like Lao Zhu and the ancestors of Lao Zhu's family, showing his achievements.

At the same time, he told his ancestors that he was about to abdicate to the virtuous, so that the ancestors knew that the royal family of Ming Dynasty had a stable inheritance without any bloody struggles.

"Mother and Dad, good morning!"

When Zhu Zhangui arrived, he greeted his father and mother first, and then said to Zhu Zhanji with a smile: "I planned to go out of the city to pick you up the day before yesterday, but I was held back by some things, so I didn't go to pick you up , Brother, don't be angry."

"I have seen His Royal Highness!"

Zhu Zhanji first bowed in a polite manner, and then said with a smile: "We are all a family, and we are not outsiders. If I delay the state affairs of my elder brother because of picking me up, it will be my fault."

Zhang Shi on the side watched the two brothers talking, with a trace of melancholy between their brows.

The two brothers no longer spoke as cordially as before. Although the eldest brother and the second younger brother called each other cordially, there was an obvious sense of rustiness and distance between the words.

Such a situation is the last thing Zhang wants to see, but being born in the royal family, this is actually the best result.

"Okay, okay, stop chatting, you brothers, we're done with today's business, we have plenty of time to talk, let's go, your grandpa has urged you several times!"

Zhu Pangpang didn't seem to notice the distance between the two brothers, and anxiously interrupted the chat between the two brothers, urging them to carry the box and set off.

Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Zhanji glanced at each other, spread their hands helplessly, and then picked up the boxes containing potatoes and hybrid rice one after the other.

Following behind, Zhu Pangpang, holding the totem banners of several major tribes in the grassland, went to Fengtian Hall to meet the old man.

The palace is preparing, as are all civil and military officials.

"Old Wu, it's up to you whether we can protect the interests of the literati, and then don't change your mind suddenly."

In a very early restaurant, several officials in red robes were accompanying an old official for dinner.

To be precise, it was the old official who ate and they watched.

The meals are very rich, and all kinds of chicken, duck, fish, mountain and sea delicacies are filled with the whole table.

To be honest, people who know that it is morning, or who don't know, think that this is a banquet invited by someone.

After all, apart from going to a banquet, who would eat such a greasy and rich meal early in the morning.

The old official who was chewing slowly, as if tasting his last meal, nodded calmly.

"Don't worry, the old man has made this decision, and naturally he won't change it easily. I hope you will protect my family and don't let them be implicated by me."

The official who spoke just now got an affirmative answer, got up and bowed deeply.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Wu, if the emperor angers your family, not only will we risk our lives to save them, even the three elders will not stand idly by."

The old official nodded, stopped talking, and continued to eat and drink with his head down.

The other officials didn't bother, just quietly accompanied him, pouring wine and food for him from time to time.

After drinking and eating, the old official got up and walked to the next room under the respectful escort of several officials.

As the door opened, it was faintly visible that there was a sand bed inside, and there were two young girls waiting on the bed.

Obviously this is for this old official.

As the old official entered, the door of the room was slowly closed, and the accompanying officials picked up the teacup on the table, sipped it, and listened to the movement next door.

The sound started out intense, but it was over in less than 2 minutes.

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and the old official changed into a new official uniform and walked out refreshed.

Came to an incense table, bowed to the statue of Confucius on it, reached out and took down a memorial wrapped in white paper enshrined on it, turned around and said to several people:
"It's getting late, everyone, let's go!"

In fact, apart from this restaurant, there are more than a dozen such Hakka restaurants in the capital, and they are all experiencing the same thing.

Whenever there is a big change, someone must die first. Without blood and death, it is impossible to change the emperor's mind.

But an ordinary death cannot shock the emperor, only a death that shakes the world can make the imperial power fearful and withdraw the non-compliant policies.

Wen dies to remonstrate, Wu dies to fight.

Today, these civil servants plan to take advantage of the opportunity of the great sacrifice to have a deadly remonstrance with the old man.

Since ancient times, a gentleman, for the sake of justice and the right way, would not hesitate to persuade each other with death.

Today, in order to reject the imperial government's unreasonable government-business-in-one payment policy, they decided to have a performance between humans and ghosts in the Taimiao Temple to the dead Taizu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang.

It can even be said that they are actually ready to go down and talk to Lao Zhu about this in person.

As the time approached Mao, the gate outside the palace slowly opened, and the civil and military officials who had lined up outside for a long time, under the leadership of the various feudal lords, stepped into the palace in a neat line.

The atmosphere is solemn and the expression is decisive.

Today is not only the royal ancestor worship, but also another duel between the monarch and his ministers.

If the courtiers win this game, everything will continue to return to the previous state. If they lose this game, they will become the shame of all future generations of officials and literati, and they will be the object of poking their spines and scolding them.

The Ancestral Temple of the Jinling Imperial Palace is on the left side of Duanmen, which is the next gate from Chengtianmen to Fengtian Hall.

All officials entered the palace, first went to the Fengtian Hall to wait, and after completing the ceremony in the hall, they went to the Taimiao to worship under the leadership of the emperor.

The officials marched silently, as usual, without any change.

But the vassal kings who were leading the way found something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Thinking about what happened in the court during this period, all the feudal lords knew in their hearts that today's grand ceremony might be very lively.

Among them, the happiest one is Ning Wang Zhu Quan.

He hated this fourth brother's family long ago, and now he can see the excitement of fourth brother, not to mention how happy he is.

That is to say, he did not bring paper, ink, brush and inkstone, otherwise he would definitely draw the lively scene, and when he was depressed in the future, he would take it out to observe and observe.

The military commanders are in complicated moods.

It stands to reason that they should support things that civil officials object to, and they oppose things that civil officials agree with. It is right to fight to the end with these civil officials who look down on them.

But today they can't oppose it, because the officials and gentry pay the food together, and they are included.

For the old man to make this decision, many generals also objected in their hearts, but out of their loyalty and fear to the old man, they didn't have the courage to stand up and object.

So no matter what happened this time, they chose not to happen.

If the civil servants win, they will reap the rewards, and if the civil servants fail, they will not be implicated.

When everyone came to the main hall, they saw the old man sitting on the dragon chair in a good mood, and the prince and grandson Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui who was accompanying him, and all the men of the entire royal family, large and small, dozens of people .

"See the emperor, my emperor Sheng Jin'an."

"I'm safe!"

As if he didn't know that these civil servants were going to make a big move, the old man raised his hand with a majestic expression, telling everyone to stand up.

Then the Minister of Rites who was selected began to follow the sacrificial ceremony.

When the time arrived at the beginning of the hour, everyone followed the old man, accompanied by the sound of ancient music, the sound of gongs and drums, and followed the red and yellow flag with the four characters "Royal Sacrifice" on it, to the Taimiao.

Along the way, the drums and salutes continued, and 365 dancers, dressed in pink and white dresses, danced step by step on both sides of the team.

Today's old man is extraordinarily mighty.

He was wearing a black crown suit, with the Emperor's Sword hanging on his waist, and striding forward with a jade jade in his hand.

Behind him, Zhu Pangpang, also wearing a solemn dress, followed closely with the current territory map of Ming Dynasty in his hand.

Behind Zhu Pangpang are Zhu Gaosui and Zhu Gaoxu's eldest son, who are holding the totem flags and golden knives of the tribes in the northern grassland.

On the other side of the old man, Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Zhanji carried poles, on which were potatoes and hybrid rice that were about to be sacrificed to their ancestors.

Behind the two of them, Zhu Pangpang's other sons, holding various sacrificial utensils, led Zhu Zhangui's three sons, and followed Zhu Zhangui.

Behind them, followed by Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui's other sons.

These little guys all have tight faces, obviously very nervous

The reason why these little guys are nervous is that apart from participating in such a big ceremony for the first time, the most important thing is that according to the rules, they will enter the Taimiao soon and chant the scriptures of filial piety to the group of ancestors.

Originally, this matter should be replaced by students, but these two days, the old man has some conflicts with those civil servants, and he also doesn't like those romantic talents who think he is, so he let his grandsons and great-grandsons take the place. up.

The team marched through the end gate, passed through the temple and gate on the left, and entered the garden in front of the Taimiao.

Although it is already winter, the trees here are still shaded, and there was a snowfall some time ago, the scenery is beautiful.

It's a pity that no one appreciates the scenery. Everyone walked through the garden with serious expressions and came to the square in front of the Taimiao.

The team stopped, and the dancers lined up on both sides of the Taimiao, dancing the court dance with their sleeves waving.

The little guys who had been instructed a long time ago, under the leadership of Zhu Zhanyong, slowly walked into the Taimiao.

Entering inside, they kowtowed to their ancestors first, and then under the arrangement of the elders, the younger ones sat on the futons on both sides and began to chant the Sutra of Filial Piety seriously and loudly.

"Play big music!"

Following the loud shout of the Minister of Rituals, the solemn palace music sounded, and the artillerymen of the Shenji Battalion lined up in the garden roared and fired their salutes.

The old man standing at the front looked solemn, and led the children and grandchildren behind him, striding towards the main hall of the Taimiao.

The vassal kings surnamed Zhu followed closely behind, while the civil and military officials stopped at the entrance of the Taimiao. They were not qualified to enter it, and could only be at the entrance.

Accompanied by court rituals and music, Zhu Zhangui walked forward slowly with the team.

He has been to Taimiao several times, and the longest stay was the three days before he got married.

The hall is not as extravagant as imagined, but very simple.

In addition to all kinds of precious offerings, portraits of Lao Zhu's family and various spirit tablets are stored in the hall.

A group of people followed the old man into the main hall. After the old man stopped, Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Zhanji carried the boxes and walked to the spirit tablets of each ancestor, and placed the potatoes and hybrid rice ears inside on the altar.

"kneel!"

After all the busy work was over and everyone returned to their respective positions, the officials of the Ministry of Rites shouted loudly, and the descendants of the Zhu family, led by the old man, bowed and bowed to the spiritual tablet.

"Father, your unfilial son is here again."

After saluting, the old man asked Zhu Pangpang and Zhu Zhangui to burn incense on each spiritual seat, while he walked to the portrait of Lao Zhu and talked to Lao Zhu.

"Did you see it? These are potatoes. They are high-yield grains that my son brought from thousands of miles away. One mu of land can produce several thousand catties. With this stuff, the people of Ming Dynasty will not go hungry."

"My son sometimes thinks, if grandpa had potatoes at that time, our family wouldn't have to starve to death so many people."

"Now our Ming Dynasty not only has a high-yield grain, but also the country has become rich. Even the barbarians in the north that you have been worried about have been driven away by my son. Next year, I plan to go north again to solve this scourge in one fell swoop."

While chattering, the old man unfolded the territory map brought by Zhu Pangpang, and kept gesticulating on it, telling his stubborn old man how outstanding his son was.

After introducing the issue of the territory of the Ming Dynasty, I looked at Zhu Pangpang, who was still offering incense to the ancestors, and said softly to the portrait of Lao Zhu:

"You should still remember this eldest grandson. He is very much like a big brother. He is a very good prince. As for me, I have already planned. I will work for another year next year to deal with the prairie barbarians in the north. I will come back the next year. Just give him his place."

"Actually, my son can still work for a few more years, but your eldest grandson is not in good health. My son is afraid that he will be like his elder brother and leave the position of crown prince. Then I will pass the position to my eldest grandson and follow the same old path as you. What happened to our family is happening all over again.”

"But don't worry, my grandson is better than your grandson."

"Oh, by the way, I also found your grandson, and now he is being offered food and drink by me, and his life is very chic."

Talking about what happened back then, the old man stopped talking unheard words.

He turned his head to look at the portrait of Lao Zhu, his eyes fixed on the portrait, Lao Zhu's shocking eyes.

Not afraid of jokes.

Ever since he came to Jinling and became the emperor, every time he came here, the old man dared not look at the eyes on Lao Zhu's portrait, for fear of seeing something different from them.

But now he is not afraid.

Under his leadership, Daming was so powerful that he won many territories that the Han dynasty never had in his entire life. The old man felt fearless in his heart.

He felt that he had the right to face his father's eyes, and he had the right to say something to the stubborn old man who ignored himself and passed on the throne to his grandson.

His achievements today and everything he has done have proved his excellence and Lao Zhu's mistakes in his choices.

"Emperor Taizu is above, minister Wu Hai, admonishing with death! The unfilial son Zhu Di, who does not listen to his ministers' words, misgovernments indiscriminately, the people of the court are panicked, the country is in turmoil, and the country will be in chaos. Please punish the unfilial son Your descendant Zhu Di, be the master and benevolent for the people of the dawn of the world!"

Just as the old man was telling his father about his great achievements, a person suddenly broke in from outside the hall.

Before everyone could react, this guy directly threw the memorial wrapped in white paper into the brazier, and then roared while slamming into the corners of the altar.

Hearing a bang, the official who broke in had his forehead cut open instantly, and blood flowed down.

This scene made the Taimiao very quiet, and the little guys who were reading the filial piety scriptures also had their eyes widened in fright, and stopped chanting in their mouths.

Zhu Zhangui, who was accompanying his father on the other side and offering offerings and offering incense to the ancestors, saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered in his heart.

"Civilian dead remonstrance, you are sure, this can scare the old man."

(End of this chapter)