Ming Dynasty: At the beginning, the house was ransacked and the ancestral temple was burned down.

Chapter 33 You are the emperor! [Please read it! 】

Forbidden City, Wenhua Palace.

This court meeting has lasted for almost an hour, and the face of Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun on the dragon throne has become increasingly ugly.

The ministers below all knew that the emperor was about to get angry, but they still insisted on saying things that the emperor did not want to hear.

"Your Majesty, Dong Ji was so loyal and sincere that he ended up being demoted. Your move really hurt the hearts of all the ministers of the Ming Dynasty! If your Majesty insists on doing this, it means that the ministers failed to fulfill their duties. , I failed to persuade you to go astray, and it is my fault that I am guilty and my virtue is not worthy of my position. Your Majesty, please remove me from my official position!"

An old minister with white beard and hair said this.

This old minister kept saying that he was at fault, but Zhu Yijun didn't know it. This old minister was clearly saying that he, the emperor, was guilty, and that he, the emperor, was unworthy of his virtue!
  In the end, he actually used 'dismissal' to coerce him as the emperor and force him as the emperor to compromise with his ministers!
  This is not the first time Zhu Yijun has experienced such coercion. In the past ten years, it was Zhang Juzheng who forced him. After Zhang Juzheng died, it became this group of ministers who came together to force him.

Zhu Yijun didn't mind being forced, he didn't believe he couldn't defeat these old guys!

Want to force him to compromise? dream! He is the emperor! How could the emperor compromise with his ministers?

Zhu Yijun will never allow another minister like Zhang Juzheng to rebel against Tiangang!
  "There is no need to discuss this matter any further. Dong Ji is not a public official, but he is just trying to be blasphemous. I have done my best to demote him to the position of Director of Wanquan. Since you insist on leaving, I will let you do it."

Zhu Yijun could look at the veteran minister calmly and sneered in his heart: Don't you want to resign? Then get out of here!
  Being directly 'dismissed' by the emperor, the old minister did not feel any panic or discomfort. Instead, he knelt down with excitement and thanked him: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness!"

It is not surprising that this scene fell in Zhu Yijun's eyes. The ministers of the Ming Dynasty have always been like this. They are not afraid of being beheaded, not afraid of being exiled, not afraid of being dismissed from office, and are not afraid of being beaten. They are even proud of it.

For them, it is an honor to receive these punishments. This means that they are not afraid of power, it represents their character as scholars, and it also represents how upright and upright they are.

The ministers of the Ming Dynasty were not afraid of death. What they were afraid of was dying lighter than a feather.

His Majesty, the young emperor, just dismissed an old minister from his position. Naturally, others would not let it go. Soon, one after another, people stood up.

"Your Majesty, you are the emperor who controls all directions in the Nine Provinces. You should follow the virtuous example of Yao and Shun, and you should also follow the rule of Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty. Instead of spending all your time in the inner court with the eunuchs with swords, guns, swords and halberds, doing absurd and useless things It’s a matter of fact! If you insist on doing this, then you can dismiss me as an official!”

"Your Majesty, as the Minister of the Ministry of War, you are practicing internal affairs in the palace. The Ministry of War has no jurisdiction over it. As your minister, for your safety and for the sake of your virtuous name, please stop practicing internal affairs! If Your Majesty is not willing, then just let me be dismissed from my position!"

"Your Majesty, as a royal censor, I failed to persuade the king to change his ways. I ask you, Your Majesty, to resign from my position. I have been living under the emperor's salary for many years. I have no way to repay God's kindness. I can only thank your majesty and pray for the Holy Spirit." Best wishes, long live our emperor!"

"Your Majesty, I am very old. I would like to resign and go back to my hometown for retirement. Please allow your Majesty to do so."

"Your Majesty, my mother is old at home. I would like to resign and go back to my hometown to take care of my mother. Please give me your permission."

"His Majesty……"

For a moment, the ministers seemed to have discussed it long ago, kneeling one after another. In a short time, everyone in the Wenhua Hall had already knelt down.

Most of these people want to gain a good reputation by being dismissed from office, but there are also some who do not want to be dismissed from office.

The reason why they knelt down was just to follow the crowd so as not to be unconventional.

As he knelt down one after another, Zhu Yijun's face turned green. After all, he was still young. His early twenties were the age for stubbornness and arrogance. He couldn't help it. He stood up from the dragon chair and said to The ministers below roared:
  "That's unreasonable! You guys are trying to force me into the palace!"

Zhu Yijun's roar was still useful. Even the ministers who were still standing knelt down as soon as he shouted.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!" everyone said in unison.

"Calm down your anger? You are about to put a knife on my neck, and you still want me to calm down? You...you people who have no kings and no fathers...are really mad at me..."

Zhu Yijun was so angry that his head was spinning. For a moment, he really wanted to dismiss all these ministers who had no king or father.

However, this is impossible. It might be possible to remove one or two, but if they are all removed from office, who will help him? Who would kneel down and kowtow to him and shout "Long live the Emperor" to him? When things got into this situation, Shen Shixing, the chief minister of the cabinet, had to come out to smooth things over. With the central concept of "having the best of both worlds", it was naturally impossible for him to offend the emperor, let alone the ministers.

"Your Majesty, I forgive you. I think that although Dong Ji is not a public official, he is not trying to be blasphemous. You practice frequently in the inner court. This happened in the imperial city. How could there be three thousand men in armor and swords beside the emperor? What if? What should we do if there are people with evil intentions lurking in it? If something happens, the consequences will be disastrous!

Your Majesty, the ministers are really too worried about your safety, and caring about you is just chaos. You are the king and father of your subjects. How can any of your children not care about your father's safety? Your Majesty, I hope you won't be angry again. If your anger hurts the dragon's body, we, the ministers, will be blamed even if we die ten thousand times! "

Shen Shixing spoke sincerely, and after he finished speaking, he kowtowed heavily. His earnest words of advice brought about a long-lasting silence.

Zhu Yijun just stood in front of the dragon chair, quietly looking at Shen Shixing below who had his forehead on the ground.

He just said nothing and looked at Mr. Shen calmly for a long time.

Suddenly he smiled.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. No one knew what Zhu Yijun was smiling about. All they knew was that he turned around and left without saying anything.

……

"Your Majesty, are you going back to Qianqing Palace?"

Eunuch Zhang Jing followed Zhu Yijun anxiously. After struggling for a long time, he finally asked this question.

His Majesty the Emperor doesn't know what's wrong. Ever since he came out of the Wenhua Palace, he seems to have lost his soul. He doesn't go to Longmen, doesn't talk, and just wanders around aimlessly. Now he has walked all the way. Huangjimen.

"Your Majesty..." Seeing that the Emperor was in a trance, Zhang Jing asked tentatively: "Why don't you... go see the Emperor's eldest son?"

"The eldest son of the emperor?" Zhu Yijun seemed a little confused, as if he was wondering where he got such a son. Suddenly he asked: "When was Chang Luo born?"

"Returning to the emperor, the emperor's eldest son was born on August 11, the tenth year of Wanli." Zhang Jing couldn't help but feel lucky that he had a good memory.

"The tenth year of Wanli... August 11th..." Zhu Yijun murmured, seeming to think that this day was wrong, and he asked again: "What day is June 20th?"

He always felt that something happened on June 20, but he couldn't remember what happened.

This time, Zhang Jing did not dare to be grateful that his memory was better.

Because the day the emperor asked was the day Zhang Juzheng died.

　Gentlemen, I still beg you to read.

　　It would be really difficult to write this book if you don’t follow it up. The starting point now is to rank the recommendations based on follow-up reading. I am a novice author and I really can’t beat those big guys. I can only ask you to follow up and read it. Woo woo woo …

　　Zhang Juzheng is very famous, but there are very few online articles about him. This shows that his popularity is really low...

　　But I still want to write about him!
  　　Although he is dead...

　　But he has been living in every corner of this book!
  　　He works for the country, but he is poor at seeking his own life...

　　In addition, I saw some comments asking about rebellion or not. I can only say that if I wrote about rebellion, my book would be gone...

　　Although, Wanli, he will not end well, don’t worry!

(End of this chapter)