Daming heir

Chapter 39 Letter to Fourth Uncle
Zhu Yunxi followed Zhu Biao all the way back to the East Palace.

There was so much meaning in the prince's words, and he wanted to say something several times, but after all, he concealed it in unnatural laughter.

When Zhu Yunxi bid farewell to Zhu Biao and returned to his bedroom.

As soon as he entered the palace, he saw Cai Die and Cai Lian standing at the door of the bedroom, looking up from time to time into the room.

Zhu Yunxi stepped forward and asked, "How?"

Looking into the room, I saw a group of maids and eunuchs swiftly packing up their bedding in the room.

A silk brocade quilt glowing with precious jade was brand new on the bed.

Some fleshy colorful butterflies whispered: "Your Highness, they are from your empress's side."

Zhu Yunxi shrank his eyes: "What are they going to do?"

Cai Die suppressed her voice and said: "They said that it was the empress who felt that the weather was getting hotter, so she specially sent this kind of ice silk quilt to His Highness. As for the old ones, she took them out and threw them away."

"A new one?"

Zhu Yunxi murmured in confusion, then glanced inside again.At this time, the people who came from Lu's side had already packed the original bedding, several people carried them and walked outside.

"Third Master."

The older eunuch walking in the front whispered with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty said, it seems that you are about to fall into ambush, and the third master has been afraid of heat since he was a child, so he hastened the day ahead of schedule this year, and changed the bedding for the third master. His servants took them out and threw them away."

Zhu Yunxi nodded, feeling puzzled by Lu's sudden outpouring of affection, he waved his hand: "Mother and Concubine Lao is thinking about it, so go ahead."

After driving away the people sent by the Lu family, Zhu Yunxi asked Caidie and Cailian to get some tea, and then he went to the desk.

Ever since he came to the Ming Dynasty and became Zhu Yunxi, he hardly had time to breathe these days.

Drive away Huang Zicheng, get the chance to go out of the palace to study military affairs, meet the generals, gain Fang Xiaoru's allegiance, everything has come down to this day.

He finally started the first orthodox transformation of Daming, the most impeccable Central Plains.

land reform.

In today's era, land is the root that sustains everything.

It is precisely because of this that Zhu Yunxi directly throws out this huge proposition.

After all, on the overseas oceans, except for huge waves and monsters, human beings are almost rare.

As for the land that occupies [-]% of the world, except for Da Ming, almost all of them are in a state of chaotic and ignorant barbarians.

The land is there, if Da Ming doesn't occupy it, it will be snatched by those newcomers.

The concept of colonization is so advanced for the Ming Dynasty today that both Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao were vague and never expressed their feelings clearly.

This made Zhu Yunxi feel uncontrollable for the first time.

Holding the ink pen in his hand, looking at the blank paper, Zhu Yunxi's thoughts raced.

Colonization can only solve the problem of future resource competition, but the internal land reform has never been proposed by Zhu Yunxi until today.

a while.

He picked up the pen and moved the ink, and the strokes of the brush gently slid on the paper.

"Everything goes into the mu."

"Officials and gentry pay food as a whole."

"Business tax reform."

Several reform measures that have been verified were written down by Zhu Yunxi one stroke at a time.

Looking at the handwriting in front of him, Zhu Yunxi let out a light breath.

Old people often say that to fight against the outside world, one must first settle down inside.

On this point, Zhu Yunxi deeply agrees.

No matter how many thousands of miles the Ming Dynasty will expand its territory in the future, it will still be the ancestral land of the Central Plains.

If the internal affairs cannot be clear and clear, the officials cannot be clean and honest, and the people will be rich.

The Roman Empire, which dominates the entire Mediterranean Sea and regards it as an inner lake, will not collapse overnight.

However, these few measures are all reform measures that can cause turmoil in the Ming Dynasty if they are operated carelessly.

Zhu Yunxi frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed the paper, rolled it up in the palm of his hand, and then submerged it in the inkstone beside him.

Seeing the paper sucking ink at a speed visible to the naked eye, he didn't look away until the whole paper turned black.

The old man asked him to sort out and transcribe the colonization strategy and submit it, but there was no rush.

Right now, he was going to write a letter to his fourth uncle.

Picking up the pen again, Zhu Yunxi read in a low voice, and the dragon danced in his hand.

"Fourth Uncle kisses you."

"Nephew Yunxi pays homage to Yingtian City."

"It has been more than ten years since the fourth uncle left Beijing and returned to the north. My nephew often thinks about it. When my fourth uncle asked my grandfather to allow my nephew to go to the palace to study military affairs, my nephew is very grateful."

"..."

Eloquently, in a blink of an eye, Zhu Yunxi had already filled several sheets of paper.

Holding the last piece of paper in his hand, he lowered his head and opened his mouth slightly, blowing out air gently, brushing the paper where the ink was not yet dry.

Put it aside and wait until the writing is completely dry before sealing it in an envelope.

"Sun Cheng."

After finishing a home letter, Zhu Yunxi's worries disappeared from his eyebrows, and he was full of heroic spirit.

Sun Cheng, an officer of the small banner of the Habayashi Guard, hurried in from the outside.

When he came in front of Zhu Yunxi, he clasped his fists and shouted: "Third Master!"

Zhu Yunxi squeezed the letter in his hand, raised his hand and handed it out: "Send someone to send this letter to Beiping, and hand it over to Fourth Uncle!"

Sun Cheng took the letter, but he was hesitant.

According to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, the clans were not allowed to communicate in private, let alone exchange letters.

Even if the vassal king wanted to contact the court, he had to write a memorial and send it to Yingtian City to speak according to the rules.

Zhu Yunxi's actions obviously violated the rules.

Sun Cheng raised his head and looked at him, a little puzzled. The third master should know this rule, but why he still has to do it himself.

Zhu Yunxie stared: "If you are told to do it, then do it. What are you afraid of?"

Sun Cheng opened his mouth, unable to express his suffering.

If His Majesty finds out in the end, the anger may not fall on the third master, but it will definitely fall on him.

Seeing that Sun Cheng still hesitated, Zhu Yunxi said in a deep voice: "You are my man, if something happens, I will take care of it for you!"

We are the third master's people!
Sun Cheng, who was still a little hesitant in his heart, took a deep breath and stared at Zhu Yunxi with wide eyes.

He nodded heavily: "Your subordinate will make arrangements now, and I will definitely hand over this letter to His Royal Highness King Yan intact!"

As he spoke, he put the letter close to his chest, turned around and walked away.

Seeing Sun Cheng's leaving back, Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly.

It won't be long before the old man will get the letter he wrote, but no matter what the old man thinks, he will never think that he is just writing a letter to the fourth uncle.

……

In the Zhongji Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was about to use some soup and started to enter the state of the night battle memorial, watched the commander of the Jinyiwei, Jiang Yu, get a copy of the letter and the original in front of him, and asked the other party.

"This is what Yunxi wrote to the fourth child?"

(End of this chapter)