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Chapter 47 The first assistant in the splint
Zhu Youjian cupped his hands and replied: "The "Shangshu" taught by the master, I think it is very good."

Zhu Youxiao pondered for a while, and said: "My brother should read "Biography and Xilu", which is a collection of quotations and letters from Wang Wencheng, who was enshrined in the Confucian Temple in this dynasty. To conscience, and to unite knowledge and action, I read it quite deeply. .”

"Brother Huang said it's a good book, and my younger brother must read it." Zhu Youjian didn't know the deep meaning of it, and he readily agreed as he was his elder brother's supervisor.

Zhu Youxiao chatted with his brother for a few more words until Zhu Youjian resigned and left.

When the king built the mansion, Zhu Youxiao kept this matter in mind so as not to forget it in a hurry.

"Paul Xu's family is on the throne!" Minister of Rites Sun Shenxing sipped his wine and glanced disdainfully at Xu Guangqi who was sitting on the wine table not far away.

Xu Guangqi is a Catholic. His Christian name is Paul, or Paul.Sun Shenxing called him by the name of the church, and the meaning of contempt is obvious, but there is also a bit of sour jealousy.

Ye Xianggao stroked his beard, and said slowly: "Eastern captives are rampant, Xu Zixian (character) is quite familiar with the firearms of the Western Yi, and it is reasonable for the Holy Majesty to use them again."

"It's hard to get into the elegant hall with strange skills and obscenities." Zhao Nanxing also said in a contemptuous tone, "The Holy Majesty set up a separate 'Weapons and Gunpowder Bureau'. If it doesn't conform to the system, I will admonish it."

Yang Lian shook his head and said: "There are people in the majestic dynasty who are proficient in firearms and who can learn from the legacy of our predecessor Qi Jiguang..."

Ye Xianggao frowned, because he really didn't want to have any more conflicts with the young emperor, so he politely persuaded him: "If the name of the Xiyi gun artillery master is not worthy of the name, the Holy Majesty knows it clearly, so why should I wait for admonition? If the Xiyi firearms are really sharp What's the harm in helping the Liaodong war?"

In the Wanli period, he served as the first assistant, and he was an elder brother, known as "the only prime minister"; when Emperor Tianqi ascended the throne and was recalled, Ye Xianggao's mentality has changed a lot.

According to the hardliners of the Donglin Party, Ye Xianggaoyi lost his fighting spirit and vigor, was deeply depressed, and reconciled with the mud. How could he still be the upright minister who dealt with the tax inspector sent by the emperor with an iron fist.

Ye Xianggao was indeed cautious, and acted as the chief assistant of the cabinet like walking on eggshells.

Moreover, he also sensed the young emperor's dissatisfaction with himself and the complaints of civil servants.

Splint gas, Ye Xianggao often sighed in his heart, feeling helpless.

And in Wanli, it was like this, someone actually compared him with Jiao Fang, a minister attached to Liu Jin during the Zhengde period.

Cooperating and fighting with the Supervisor of Rituals is the way almost every chief minister of the Ming Dynasty will choose.Isn't Zhang Juzheng good, so he has to win over Feng Bao!

Ye Xianggao felt aggrieved. He just wanted to balance the power of the DPRK and China and maintain the normal operation of the government. How could he be regarded as "weak" and "compromising" and attacked wantonly?
"These gentlemen, although they stand up and argue, they are all impressive. They don't care about the origin and retreat, the gains and losses of life and death, and the key points. I am tired and don't listen to what I say, and I regret it when I am arrogant. I kill myself to defeat the world. It hurts deeply!"

While being wronged and complaining, Ye Xianggao also became more and more disappointed with these Donglin Party officials who called themselves "incarnations of justice", and sighed helplessly in his heart.

The emperor was dissatisfied, his ministers were still tearing down, and the chief assistant Ye Xianggao really felt exhausted, and he already had the desire to retire and return home.

Seeing that Ye Xianggao did not support it, all the young Donglin Party members stopped talking.But instead of agreeing with Ye Xianggao, he made eye contact, ready to shake off this weak bone, and discuss a decision in private.

At this time, Zhu Youxiao had already eaten and drank enough, got up and left, and was about to kiss Fangze and "bridal chamber".

When Zhang Yan was chosen as the queen, Zhu Youxiao was optimistic about her skin as white as jade, bright eyes, and a rather attractive figure.

But today, under Feng Guanxia's cape, it was a porcelain baby face that lost its life.What's even more funny is that Zhu Youxiao was stunned by the two obvious blushes on his face.

This is Zhang Yan, the famous porn queen in history. When did my eyes go blind?
Zhu Youxiao was relieved when he saw that the other two imperial concubines had the same makeup.

It turns out that the bridal makeup of the Ming Dynasty, or the makeup artist of the palace, was at this level, it scared the baby to death.

It can be said that plain makeup is better than makeup, and light makeup is better than heavy makeup!
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The setting sun was like blood, reflecting Guangning City into a bright red, as if it had been stained with blood.

The fierce but not critical siege battle was finally over, and the Jin army retreated. The defenders were busy arranging equipment, treating the wounded, and preparing for another battle.

A few auxiliary soldiers bravely carried the wounded soldiers on their backs, down the city wall, and sent them to the vacant houses conscripted below the city.

The vacant room has been set up as a hospital, and doctors from all over the city have been conscripted, plus those from the army, who can barely handle it.

Volunteer Zhao Mengzi healed the arrow wound on his arm, joined a few neighbors who were waiting for him, and prepared to go home to rest.

"Hey, that big wounded man, come here." A very mighty officer with a helmet on his armor greeted him loudly.

"The lord is calling you!" Zhao Mengzi woke up slowly after his companion reminded him, walked over hesitantly, and saluted, "Master, what is your name?"

The officer glanced at Zhao Mengzi's arm and asked, "But the injury you got in the city?"

Zhao Mengzi hurriedly replied: "Go back to the official, the younger one used a shield to block the arrows of the Bing Lord in the city, and accidentally got hit by an arrow."

After speaking, he hurriedly added: "Don't worry, the official, the small one is just a flesh injury, and he can still come to work tomorrow."

The officer nodded, and looked at this strong and naive Yiyong again, his face turned pale, and said: "Master Jinglue's new rules, Minyong who assists in defending the city and is injured will be given a shirt and a reward. Look Your injury is not serious, it seems that you can only get a piece of cloth."

As he said that, the officer told the soldiers next to him, "You take him to receive the reward, and then ask the clerk of the magistrate's office to give him a certificate of exemption, and let him recuperate for a few days."

"Yes, my lord." The soldiers saluted and accepted the order, and waved at Zhao Mengzi, "Big man, go with someone to receive the reward."

Zhao Mengzi followed the soldiers in a daze, and arrived at the Volunteer and Minzhuang Management Office set up by the magistrate's yamen at the foot of the city.

After listening to the introduction, the yamen's documents were recorded and rewarded according to the number.

When Zhao Mengzi came out of the management office with the cloth in his arms and the exemption certificate for Bao Jia Zhang, he still didn't react stupidly, as if he was dreaming.

"Hey, look, Mengzi really got a reward from the government." Several young people from the village didn't leave after hearing the general idea.

A young man stepped forward to touch the cloth in Zhao Mengzi's arms, and said enviously, "This is fine cotton cloth. I wonder if it was woven by Songjiang."

A middle-aged man stepped forward to take a closer look, twisted it with his fingers seemingly very expertly, nodded his head and said firmly: "It is a three-shuttle cotton cloth woven by Songjiang, and each piece is worth six or seven cents of silver at least!"

(End of this chapter)