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

"I said don't worry about it here, or you can talk to the old man again, and it won't be a problem to arrest people!"

"There are so many things going on in the imperial court every day. Without these people, we can't rely on you all. It would be strange if people were not exhausted."

In the East Palace, the whole family sat in the room, Zhu Pangpang sat in the main seat, resting his hand on his forehead, worrying there, Mrs. Zhang walked around the room, chattering non-stop.

Originally, she would not interfere in this kind of state affairs, but today this matter is no longer possible, and all the civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty have been arrested. If this matter has no head, then it is no wonder that her husband is not exhausted.

There are so many things in the imperial court every day, and these officials are needed to help. If there are no these officials, and I rely on my husband to deal with it, I don’t have to wait until the next year when I ascend the throne. Next year, I can prepare for my husband’s funeral.

"What can I do? It's not like you don't know the old man's temper. Now both sides are stubborn. I have a headache now, one hurts and the other hurts!"

With a bitter face, Zhu Pangpang clapped his hands helplessly. He picked up the teacup next to him and wanted to take a sip, but in the end he threw the cup on the table in annoyance.

"What's all this called!"

Seeing that her husband had no thoughts, Mrs. Zhang turned around anxiously, thinking about how to help her husband solve this problem.

But just after turning around twice, she accidentally found two brothers sitting on the table next to her, one was also worried and trying to find a solution, while the other was eating snacks and drinking tea very calmly.

This phenomenon is actually very normal. Zhu Zhanji will only be a vassal king in the future, and this has nothing to do with him at all. It is normal not to worry, but it is wrong to worry.

But what Zhang saw was different from what she imagined.

Zhu Zhanji was holding his teacup and frowning in thought, thinking of a way for his couple.

But Zhu Zhangui, who was supposed to be the most anxious, ate snacks and drank tea very calmly, as if what happened today had nothing to do with him.

"You brat, your father is already in such a hurry, why don't you worry at all, if your grandfather and civil servants break up, the world will be in chaos, and it will be difficult for you to take over from your father's job safely. .”

Seeing that this brat didn't look worried or distressed, Mrs. Zhang couldn't get angry.

A few of them were anxiously running around the room, this brat didn't seem worried at all, he was really pissed off.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Zhangui's ear.

"Hey, my mother, what are you doing!"

Zhu Zhangui, who was caught by his ears, stood up in pain and covered his ears.

"What am I doing? I still want to ask you what you are doing. Are you not worried about such a big incident? Why are you so big?"

Pulling away his mother's hand, Zhu Zhangui rubbed his ears and said with a mysterious smile: "There's nothing to worry about, the sky hasn't fallen yet, everything is under control."

As soon as the words came out, the three people in the room all looked at him, and Zhu Pangpang stood up anxiously, drove the waiters out, and closed the door.

"You and your grandfather, didn't you expect this step a long time ago?"

After driving away the outsiders and leaving only a family of 4 in the house, Zhu Pangpang walked up to Zhu Zhangui and asked with a serious expression.

Zhu Zhangui smiled slightly, "Didn't I say, everything is under control."

"Boss, let me interject. Now that the trouble has become like this, how can it be under control."

Zhu Zhanji on the side was a little confused. He didn't want to understand why the boss still said that he was under control.

Zhu Zhangui glanced at him and his mother, who was also a little confused, smiled and said: "This is a duel between the monarchy and the courtiers. The emperor cannot back down. This result is also within the expectations of my grandfather and me."

"Actually, I can tell you that the worst plan my grandfather and I made was that all civil and military officials opposed it, but I didn't expect that the generals were so afraid that the old man was so afraid. At the last moment, they chose to admit their cowardice."

"But it's good, they've admitted their cowardice, we can relax a bit, and Dad doesn't have to be so tired."

Zhu Pangpang is worthy of being one of the most powerful princes in the history books. From Zhu Zhangui's words, he understood some meanings.

"You mean that your grandpa sings about red faces, and I sing about bad faces."

Zhu Zhangui stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, "Yes, the emperor cannot compromise, but for the sake of the stability of the court and the world, the prince has room for negotiation."

"Actually, you are the palliative agent between my grandfather and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. Just like my great-grandfather back then, the role of the palliative is between the great-grandfather and the courtiers. Otherwise, you would think that the crown prince is just a prince."

"Every status and position in the imperial court has its role. The prince is not only the prince, but also a step up for the emperor and his ministers."

"Let me tell you this!"

Let the three sit down, Zhu Zhangui poured a cup of tea for each of them and explained to them: "In fact, at the beginning, Grandpa wanted to take this opportunity to propose these two policies, but I opposed them. After all, this time period is not my ideal. time period."

Zhu Pangpang nodded. He also felt that it was really too hasty to propose these two systems.

"My idea is to wait for the new students to have a certain foundation in the imperial court before proposing this system. Even if the civil servants object, we will have someone to take over."

"But for my idea, grandpa rejected it."

"In Grandpa's words, as the new learning gradually shows signs of threatening Confucianism, Confucianism has begun to unite the front and jointly suppress the new learning."

"Grandpa proposed this system at this time, but it was not actually for the tax money collected. Although our court is not rich, it is not short of money. Although the money is a lot, it has not yet reached the point where grandpa and the officials collectively turned against each other. the point."

"My grandfather and I chose this time to act. The main purpose is to make Confucianism internally chaotic and prevent them from uniformly targeting new learning and hindering the growth of new learning."

"After all, we do not escort new learning. Under the suppression of Confucianism in the future, it will be difficult for new learning to grow."

After listening to Zhu Zhangui's explanation, Zhu Pangpang nodded thoughtfully.

"In fact, I have also noticed this. With the new students entering various departments for internships in the past two years, those officials of the Confucianism School have come to find ways to attack these people, wanting to destroy the self-confidence of the students of Xinxue, or Use all kinds of corrupt methods to win over these students."

"I also discussed this matter with Xie Jin, but neither Xie Jin nor I can do anything about it."

"If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow? If you want to grow up, you can't become a talent without going through these hardships."

Zhu Zhangui nodded in agreement, but then said helplessly: "But Xinxue is still too tired and weak. Apart from Xie Jin, he doesn't even have a decent supporter, and even Xie Jin himself is not a member of the Xinxue school. He is also just a leader we pick out temporarily when we have no choice."

"So new learning takes time, and we need to buy them time for the first batch of talents to grow up."

"But the Confucians have already sensed the threat of new learning. They have united together and started to target new learning people in a planned and purposeful way. If they don't kill new learning, they will not let it go."

"So my grandfather and I thought of a way, that is to find an opportunity to re-provoke Confucianism's confrontation between the north and the south, let them fight among themselves first, and give new learning time and space to grow."

Zhu Pangpang fell into deep thought.

This method is indeed good, but Confucianists are not idiots, and it is impossible for them to fight among themselves without certain interests.

The system of government-gentle payment of food itself is a violation of the interests of Confucianism. It may be difficult to use this reason to make them fight among themselves.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhu Pangpang looked at Zhu Zhangui in confusion.

"What did you and your grandfather plan? You're going to need me for this, so you should tell me the truth."

Zhu Zhangui leaned close to Zhu Pangpang's ear with a smile, and whispered a few words.

"It's that simple!"

Zhu Pangpang stared.

Zhu Zhangui spread his hands.

"It's as simple as that, Dad, human nature is very complicated, and the same kind of people can't see others so that they can suffer."

"It's like two workers who work in a shop at the same time. They do the same job and suffer the same punishment, but they get paid differently. If you were you, your mental balance would be out of balance."

"This person, once he becomes jealous and dissatisfied, the vows he made together and the morality of the rivers and lakes are all bullshit."

"It's just that you have to suffer a little during this process, but it will take two or three days. Can you bear it?"

Zhu Pangpang rolled his eyes angrily.

"You have made arrangements. Even if I can't hold on, I have to hold on. Who will let his father, your son?"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Pangpang's troubles were swept away, and he said cheerfully to Mrs. Zhang: "Let the kitchen prepare more delicious food, I will suffer in the next two days."

Mrs. Zhang, who didn't hear what the father and father said, was very curious, but she thought that there must be a reason why her son and husband didn't say anything, so she could only suppress her curiosity and go to the kitchen to prepare.

After dinner, Zhu Pangpang deliberately changed into a pair of thick cotton trousers, adjusted his expression, and was about to walk outside the East Palace.

Before leaving, he told Mrs. Zhang, "Don't wait for me, I may not be back these two days."

Mrs. Zhang, who had been curious and tense in her heart, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What the hell are you two doing? Why are you still wearing big cotton trousers when you go out?"

Zhu Pangpang tightened his belt tightly, and after making sure that the cotton trousers would not fall off, he replied, "What else can we do? Go and intercede with those civil servants."

"You are crazy. They offended the old man so badly. Go and intercede for them. You are not afraid that the old man will anger you."

Zhu Pangpang spread his hands helplessly, "Who asked me to be the prince? This is what I should do. Besides, father and son have already made arrangements, so I just went through the motions. And I'm going out for two days. God, if someone comes over, you cry, cry always!"

Mrs. Zhang rolled her eyes, "I know, isn't it just to be pitiful? It's not once or twice, I've already gotten used to it, that is, with the support of your son in the past two years, otherwise I would have been blind from crying."

"Hehe, that's right, that's fine, I'll go first, I have to go to Jinyiwei first, I can't let that guy Ji Gang mess around and beat up all these officials, when the matter is over There are a bunch of sick patients, and I am the one who gets tired in the end.”

After finishing speaking, Zhu Pangpang walked out of the East Palace unsteadily, and headed to Jinyiwei in the sedan chair that had been prepared a long time ago.

"Hey, it's already at this time, and I'm still playing tricks. This family is enough. In my next life, I will just beg for food, and I won't have any contact with your royal family. I'm just calculating and guessing all day long. Tired of being an animal."

Watching Zhu Pangpang leave, Mrs. Zhang cast a glance at the two sons who were teasing the dog, angrily walked up to pick up the dog, turned around and left.

There were only Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Zhanji who were holding the bone and the bun, looking at each other.

"Boss, what should we do? They just don't make a sound, let them choose, they don't choose, they just sit there and don't move. This is very urgent. If we don't do anything, the Commander-in-Chief will kill us."

In Jinyiwei Prison, a group of Jinyiwei jailers looked worried at the officials sitting cross-legged in the cell.

Since these officials were sent in, they sat there motionless, either closing their eyes and meditating, or staring at something in a daze.

According to Jinyiwei's reform, new prisoners who enter the cell are given special treatment and can choose their punishment.

The royal guards went about their business as usual, and immediately asked these officials what kind of torture equipment they wanted to choose.

As a result, the officials either ignored them or swore at them.

If it were one or two officials, the guards in Jinyi would not be so polite, and they would act arrogantly when they got here. It is really your family who opened the prison.

Do you know who we are? We are Jin Yiwei who are authorized by the imperial power to kill first and then play later, not those boneless catchers in the yamen.

Although I was upset and wished I could drag one or two out to beat them up a few times, none of the crowd made a move.

There is no way there are too many people, and the entire court center is here.

If it were said that all these people were beheaded, even the Jin Yiwei would not believe it.

These bigwigs are probably just going through the motions when they come here.

If you accidentally offend him, you will probably be impeached every day.

Their commanders and envoys are not afraid of His Royal Highness and the Emperor's protection, but these little fish and shrimps are not protected by anyone.

So for a while, the entire bottom of Jinyiwei was worried, and the higher-ups urged them to do it all the time, but they didn't know how to start.

"Let's find a few small officials to scare the chickens and the monkeys first. It's not an option to procrastinate like this. If the higher-ups find out, we'll all have to eat."

Jin Yiwei scratched his head irritably, gritted his teeth, and decided to move a few small officials first.

"it is good!"

Hearing the order from the head, the brocade guards immediately started, striding towards the cell, ready to go in and arrest people.

"Bastard, what do you want to do?"

"Get out!"

There was a roar, and a dozen senior officials of the fourth and fifth ranks stood up, stopped in front of Jin Yiwei, pointed at their noses and cursed.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? I really think it belongs to your family. You're still playing tricks when you're here. Do you know how to write dead characters?"

His subordinates were stopped, and the officials pointed their noses at them and cursed at them, and the flames of Jin Yiweizhao's prison burst out all of a sudden.

"Damn, I'm just concerned about your identities, and I'm afraid that you will be settled after the autumn. You fucking think you are cloves. Why are you pretending here?"

"What kind of skill is it to pretend to be low-level people like us? If you have the ability to stand up to the emperor, if you have the ability to go to the Taimiao and hit the table! Everyone is here, how can you be as soft as an egg in the Taimiao?"

"Returning to be a disciple of a sage, and a scholar, oh my, I've seen too many people like you and it's disgusting."

"Get out of the way for me, and hit whoever is blocked by TND first."

Under the adoring eyes of his subordinates, the head of Jin Yiwei Zhao Prison walked into the cell and pushed away the officials who blocked the way, pointed at their noses and yelled at them.

Being pointed at the nose by such a small person and yelling at them, the faces of several officials were livid with anger, and their eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, staring viciously at the head of Jin Yiwei Zhao Prison.

"Get out of the way, everyone. We are not afraid of anything. Whatever means they have, just use it."

When the two sides were in a stalemate, Yang Shiqi, who was sitting behind the crowd, opened his eyes and let the blocking officials get out of the way.

"Old man!"

An official shouted anxiously.

This is not a joke, once they are taken out, they will suffer inhuman torture.

"I have no fear in my heart, why be afraid of them, get out of the way!"

Yang Shiqi looked at him and let out a low shout. The official gritted his teeth and glared at Jin Yiwei's head, then turned and stepped aside.

"Hehe, it's too late to go now, take him out for me, and take him first."

Now that he was offended, Jin Yiwei's head was completely let go, and he pointed at the official who had retreated to one side, asking someone to pull him out first.

"Bastard, I'm the head of the official department. If you dare to touch me, see how I deal with you."

The official didn't expect disaster to befall him first, and thought of Jin Yiwei's horrible punishment, so he pointed to the head of Jin Yiwei's prison in a fit of frustration, cursed and even threatened him.

"Haha, the head of the Ministry of Officials is such a great official, my lord, you are such a powerful official, I just like how domineering you are."

The head of Jin Yiwei's prison sneered, turned his head and said to the subordinates beside him: "I have arranged him for me, and I will serve him personally later, so that this adult can fully experience the enthusiasm of our Jin Yiwei."

Soon a scream came from outside the cell, and the eyes of the officials in the cell twitched.

They didn't expect this group of Jin Yiwei to be so fierce that they dared to attack them.

Here are most of the officials of the imperial court. It's fine if these Jinyi guards don't take good care of them, but they really dare to do something, which offends them all to death.

If they go out in the future, these brocade guards will either resign and hide away for the rest of their lives, or they will be played to death by these officials.

Although Jin Yiwei is the Son of Heaven's pro-army, but these ministers are not just for nothing.

"When did it start!"

At the gate of Jin Yiwei's imperial prison, hearing the screams inside, Zhu Pangpang asked Ji Gang, the commander of Jin Yiwei who was following him.

Because of Zhu Zhangui's relationship, Ji Gang's relationship with Donggong has become much closer, and his words no longer beat around the bush like before.

"Not long after the beginning, there were too many people after all. They were all important officials of the court, and the people under them didn't dare to do anything for a while."

"Afterwards, the minister urged me a few times, and the people below were also anxious, and went in to arrest people. When there was a conflict, they immediately moved their hands."

Zhu Pangpang nodded when he heard the words, took a peek inside, and muttered something in a low voice.

"It seems a bit early to come, will it appear that I am too urgent to go in like this?"

While Ji Gang instantly understood the meaning, rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

"His Royal Highness, I have something important to report, which is related to the safety of Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Pangpang's expression was serious instantly when he heard the words, he looked around and said seriously: "Such an important matter cannot be delayed, I think all the ministers can understand that this is not a place to talk, go, go to your office!"

After all, the two of them didn't seem to hear the screams behind them, and turned around to go to Ji Gang's office.

Amidst the screams behind them, they could faintly hear the two whispering to each other.

"Don't kill anyone!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the subordinates are well-measured. Although it hurts, it doesn't affect the body. It will be fine after two or three days of rest."

As the saying goes, sending charcoal in the snow is the most memorable time.

This is the time when officials are at their most stubborn. If Zhu Pangpang goes in, not only will he not achieve the effect he wants, but it will also give these people a signal that the court cannot do without them.

So, when the emperor didn't have a good person, even if he was as kind as Zhu Pangpang, when these ministers violated the interests of the royal family and the fate of the Ming Dynasty, they would be very black-bellied.

Ji Gang's report went straight to the middle of the night.

By the time Zhu Pangpang came to Jinyiwei Imperial Prison again, the middle and low-level officials here had already taken turns.

A group of Jinyi guards who were executing the execution, in this cold and twelfth lunar month, were so tired that they were sweating profusely, their cotton jackets were thrown off, and they were greeting the people on the rack with their shirts off.

"Everyone, it's too late for Gu to come, what are you doing, why don't you hurry up and let Gu go, and let you down."

As soon as Zhu Pangpang entered the cell, he rushed up anxiously, stopped a few Jinyi guards who were going to execute him, and angrily ordered the Jinyi guards to put the officials who had been beaten miserably off the shelf.

"His Royal Highness!"

An official who was protected by Zhu Pangpang, looked at Zhu Pangpang who didn't care about his bloody filth and protected him, and was moved to tears.

"It's okay, it's okay, no one dares to hurt all the ministers!"

"Why are you still in a daze? Didn't you hear what His Royal Highness said? Why don't you put the adults down quickly."

Just as Zhu Pangpang appeased the officials, Ji Gang seemed to know that Zhu Pangpang was coming, and hurried over, letting the overwhelmed Jinyi guards quickly help the miserable officials down.

"His Royal Highness!"

"His Royal Highness Jin An!"

On the way back to the cell while helping the injured official, the officials who had been sitting cross-legged without saying a word, or lying on the ground moaning softly, got up and came to the fence to say hello to Zhu Pangpang.

"Let all the ministers be wronged!"

Zhu Pangpang also nodded repeatedly to the officials who greeted him with a distressed face, and sometimes when he saw the injured and stubborn to get up, he quickly comforted him softly.

"His Royal Highness!"

When they came to San Yang's cell, the three who had stood up and waited quickly saluted and greeted him.

"You guys, alas!"

Helping the injured official to sit down, Zhu Pangpang looked at Sanyang and shook his head helplessly.

The three of them also lowered their heads in shame.

"Your Highness, you are here, has the Emperor already..."

Yang Pu asked tentatively, but Zhu Pangpang shook his head.

"It's not that you don't know what kind of personality the emperor has. His decisions can't be changed so easily."

"I came here today to discuss with you, or you agree first, and after a few years, I will help you find a way to cancel these two policies."

What Zhu Pangpang said was to tell everyone, you agree first, let this pass, and then find a way to cancel these two policies when the old man is gone and I am the master of the house in the future.

Some people were a little moved when they heard the words, and felt that the method proposed by Zhu Pangpang was really good.

After all, the old man is so old, and he promised to pass on to the crown prince in the next year. As long as they survive the past few years, when the old man is gone, and His Royal Highness is so close to their civil servants, it will not be easy to change these two policies. .

Some people think it's a good idea, but more people think deeper.

If the people behind Zhu Pangpang also treat civil servants kindly, this temporary measure is indeed a good one.

But the problem is that the successor behind Zhu Pangpang is Zhu Zhangui, His Royal Highness, who is the founder of the new school, and even the demise of the Kong family has an inexplicable relationship with this His Royal Highness.

Now it is said that the crown prince is in charge, but everyone knows in their hearts that it is His Royal Highness the grandson who decides the future direction of Ming Dynasty.

Many of the national policies of the Ming Dynasty today were proposed by His Highness the Grandson. In fact, they had already found out clearly that the officials and gentry pay the grain together, and His Highness the Grandson was the first to propose it.

With the influence of His Highness the grandson on the prince, it is hard for them to believe that the prince in front of them can change the things that have been settled in the future.

"His Royal Highness, it's not that we are ignorant of the truth, it's that these two strategies are closely related, and we have something to hide."

In the end, it was Yang Shiqi who said the words of rejection.

Zhu Pangpang glanced at everyone, shook his head helplessly, and pointed at Yang Shiqi.

"I owe you all, so just make a fuss, if one day I disappear, you won't even have a shelter from the wind and rain."

The civil servants around all lowered their heads in shame, and Yang Shiqi was even more guilty.

They had already heard from the prince's words that the prince planned to stand up for them and even blocked the prince's position.

"Your Majesty is ashamed to treat His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Everyone fell to the ground and lowered their heads in shame.

Zhu Pangpang waved his hands helplessly, turned around and walked out of the cell, and said to Ji Gang who had been following him, "Don't embarrass your lords, they are all ministers of the humerus of the imperial court, and they are too old to bear torment."

"These two days are also in time for the Chinese New Year. They may not be able to go home for a reunion. Even if it is to save face, their family members can come in to see them and talk to them. It will also reassure the family."

Hearing Zhu Pangpang's confession, the officials who were still kneeling on the ground felt even more ashamed, and some of them were so moved that they quietly wiped their tears with their hands.

Ji Gang glanced at the civil servants who were kneeling in a large circle, and bowed his hands in salute.

"My humble minister Ji Gang takes orders."

Zhu Pangpang left, and returned to the Imperial Palace in the middle of the night. Instead of returning to the East Palace, he went directly to the Nuan Pavilion where the old man lived, and knelt at the door in the middle of the night.

The news spread throughout the capital on the second day.

In order to save all the civil servants, His Highness the Crown Prince knelt down and begged the Emperor to pardon them all, and now he has been kneeling for half a night and half a day, but it is a pity that the Emperor did not have any soft-heartedness, and he did not even respond to the Crown Prince.

When the news was brought into Jinyiwei Imperial Prison by the family members of the civil servants, a group of senior civil servants who saw their family members in a good mood were moved to such a mess, they were so heartbroken when they cried, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the palace, shouting that they were ashamed Prince Ende.