Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

The amount of this project is huge, and there is no one that Lu Qing can truly trust and rely on at this time.

So in the end, Lu Qing still needs to slowly chew through this hard nut step by step, and gradually the content of each step will be refined to the point where the group of people can clearly understand and execute it.

After the big framework and overall direction of many things are determined, most of the difficulties have actually been alleviated.

For Lu Qing, the rest of the content was just like reading, writing, and counting one, two, three, four, five, without any difficulty or even the slightest challenge.

But the bottom line of the people he wants to come into contact with and the people who will ultimately implement the decree is often difficult for a normal person like him to know or even figure out.

These days, in addition to Wu Mu's various evil methods, the most intolerable thing for Lu Qing is this group of Qingyi officials who can't even speak well.

Lu Qing learned a little bit of Qingyi, but basically he could only stay in daily communication. For more specific and detailed content, he often needed other people to act as translators.

But even with such a translator, Lu Qing believes that these lower-level Qingyi officials - if they can be called officials, are the same as farmers in the fields or soldiers in the military camp. It only has certain abilities and advantages in certain places, but in other places it seems to be a blank slate. Not to mention it is an insult to the blank slate. It is almost like wood. When talking to them, Lu Qing is always confused. , the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Wu Mu promised him power and that one person was inferior to ten thousand people, but he cunningly ignored many things.

What he is doing now is almost completely different from what he imagined, like waving a feather fan and making a few plans.

It seems that he can no longer be Zhang Liang and can only barely be Xiao He.

And the current situation of Qingyi is no better than that of Dahan, which had just successfully established it at that time.

The selection of subordinate officials has reached an unspeakable level, which makes Lu Qing's originally simple work difficult and difficult to accomplish.

It was like raising hundreds of children waiting to be fed. He had to break many things into pieces, stew them until they were cooked, and tell those people bit by bit in the most detailed way.

But even so, it often happens that he talks endlessly from above, while the clerk below stares blankly, and doesn't listen to anything afterwards.

This made Lu Qing even more convinced that the language change decided by Wu Mu was correct.

If this continues, even if the Qing Yi generation after generation can still be swayed by the power of force, or the power of the Chan Yu, and his wise views, they will eventually decline because of these trivial matters.

This also made Lu Qing understand why the power changes in the grassland were much faster than those in the Central Plains dynasty.

This time they were crossing the river by feeling the stones. The unique ecological environment and humanistic customs on the grassland meant that many contents could not be copied mechanically. They needed to consult the precedents in Qingyi's historical facts bit by bit to change it.

But if it was Lu Qing who did this, then everything seemed to be nothing to worry about.

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Sunny on the third day of March

Above Qiaodu City, it was cloudless, and the sky was as blue as if it had just been washed with water.

The dragons and carriages that were escorted and surrounded by people slowly drove out of the palace. The golden flags fluttered in the wind, and also blew the red tassels on the helmets of the guards.

Crowds of people lined up on both sides of the street, shoulder to shoulder, crowded and looked at the slow-moving golden-curtained carriages and sedan chairs, shouting constantly.

"Long live your Majesty..."

"Long live the emperor, long live the emperor..."

The crowded crowd was blocked on both sides of the road by a row of guards wearing silver-white armor, but even so, people were still crowding around to take another look ahead.

Princess Jing'an, who was sitting on the carriage, was quietly looking out the window in the arms of her mother-in-law. She smiled playfully when she saw the scenery outside.

Jiang Yi was sitting on the high dragon boat. The journey was a bit long, but fortunately, he was able to endure it now and began to wave to the people around him. He behaved very calmly and dignifiedly, and was often cheered by the people. Voice.

In the suburbs of Beijing, hundreds of civil and military officials had already gathered in the suburbs of Beijing, standing respectfully and orderly under the altar, waiting for the arrival of the holy driver.

People have different faces, some are waiting anxiously and some have gloomy faces.

By the time the holy driver arrived at the altar on the mountain, the ministers had been waiting for three or four hours in the cold spring wind.

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noon
The golden light shines on the earth and on the high platform.

A dark group of people gathered here, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Princess Jing'an, who was dressed in red sacrificial clothes, was carried out of the carriage by her mother's hands. The petite girl just thought it was a play and couldn't help but look around with a smile on her face.

After today, this little girl will become one of the most important figures in Daxia and the successor to Jiang Yi's status.

"The time has come, please invite Your Majesty and His Highness to the stage."

The official in charge of etiquette respectfully walked to the side and reminded the two of them.

"Come Jing'an, hold your father's hand."

Jiang Yi turned around with a smile, stretched out a hand, and faced Princess Jing'an who was looking in all directions with curiosity.

Princess Jing'an also obeyed and held her father's hand affectionately.

Two figures, one large and one small, climbed onto the high ancient platform made of stones.

After the two of them bowed to heaven and earth, Jiang Yi took Princess Jing'an's hand and turned around.A group of guards were loudly reciting the imperial edict to establish the crown princess.

"I carry out the will of God and respond to the people's wishes. My only daughter, Jing'an, is intelligent... and quick-thinking... Today... I am specially canonized as the Crown Princess..." "

After reading an edict, the audience was completely silent.

Originally, all the ministers had bowed to the ground respectfully when they were offering sacrifices to the heaven and earth, but there were many objections to the matter of the crown princess, and no one wanted to be completely defeated at this time.

"Long live your majesty, long live your majesty, and may your imperial concubine live a thousand lives!"

In the silence, only Master Chi Zhongjun could be heard shouting loudly.

The ministers standing around him looked at each other, but they all pressed their lips together and were unwilling to speak.

Some officials just wanted to speak in compliance with Chi Zhongjun's words, but they noticed the silence of the people around them and shut up.

But even if they didn't open their mouths, Chi Zhongjun had already been prepared for this situation.

The guards who were originally guarding both sides of the altar and surrounding the place raised their spears high, cheering and shouting.

"Long live your majesty, long live your majesty, and may your imperial concubine live a thousand lives!"

"Long live your majesty, long live your majesty, and may your imperial concubine live a thousand lives!"

"Long live your majesty, long live your majesty, and may your imperial concubine live a thousand lives!"

"Long live your majesty, long live your majesty, and may your imperial concubine live a thousand lives!"

Huihong's powerful voice shocked many people, and many officials began to shout in response to the huge voice.

"Long live your majesty, long live your majesty, and may your imperial concubine live a thousand lives!"

"Long live your majesty, long live your majesty, and may your imperial concubine live a thousand lives!"

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This huge momentum made Jiang Yi smile with satisfaction. He picked up his little daughter who was looking around, so that she could take a good look at the grand momentum and the endless black and shouting crowd.

"Look at Jing'an, this is your father's empire."

Princess Xiao Jingan just looked around with a silly smile. She seemed to be very interested in the group of silent courtiers in front of her.

Princess Jing'an grabbed the sleeve of Jiang Yi's arms and said in a childish voice: "Father, why don't these people speak?"

These words made Chong'an, who was standing not far away, tremble and his head lowered even further.

The smile on Jiang Yi's face faded a little, but the corners of his mouth were still raised, half-smiling, with some mysterious flavor in his smile.

"Maybe these people don't like Jing'an..."

"How is that possible?" Xiao Jing'an pouted angrily. Although she was young, she understood certain aspects very quickly.

"How could anyone not like Jing'an?" As he spoke, little Jing'an began to move unruly in Jiang Yi's arms, as if he wanted to get up and question the ministers who were still prostrate on the ground.

Jiang Yi patted her butt in the dark and warned: "Don't move..." Of course Jing'an is the most popular, but they don't know Jing'an yet... Be good, don't move..."

In this way, Jing'an gave up the struggle in Jiang Yi's arms after a period of comfort.

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Qingyi
After Wu Mu went on the expedition, the back and forth time between Wu Quji and Lu Qing became longer and longer.

Their personnel in Daxia also reported back that Jiang Yi had made his youngest daughter the crown princess.

On this matter, Lu Qing and Wu Quji had the same thoughts and opinions. They both felt that the emperor was a bit stubborn or emotional.

After all, it was too early for an emperor in his prime to establish a prince.And this time it was the crown princess who was rare in the world.

Both of them could only imagine how great the resistance this matter would be in the Daxia court.

But after all, they are not from Daxia, or they have nothing to do with Daxia's court or Jiang Yi.

So when they talk about these topics, they often just make fun of them.

Unlike Daxia, Qingyi's centralization is very serious, and there is no good or civil servant or bureaucratic system that can be truly independent and think and contribute.

In Qingyi, everything is in line with Shanyu's orders.

Either obedience or rebellion, there seems to be no middle line between the two.

It will be very convenient when this happens again.

Take this reform for example. Before the reform began, Lu Qing and others had already made mental preparations, but they did not expect that this time the progress would be so smooth. Although there were some 'small problems' in other places, But on the contrary, it is like a strong hand within Qingyi that carries on the execution - unshakable.