Jingtai Fengyun: The First Absurd Emperor of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 857: Jingtai’s ten years have changed, the new emperor officially retreats behind the scenes

Yan Li very much hoped that Yi Wang Zhu Jianshen could break the cup as a signal and lead the civil and military officials to cause a scene.

Unfortunately, things turned out as expected. His Majesty Prince Yi was sinking like water, while all the civil and military officials were as quiet as chickens.

Yan Li sighed. It seemed that during the nine years of the Jingtai Dynasty, all the opportunities to make great achievements were divided up. He would just slowly gain experience in the future.

In the evening, Yan Li wrote a report of what he saw today and rushed it six hundred miles to the capital.

On December 25th, the capital was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations and was filled with joy.

This year I can finally live a good year in peace and stability.

Zhu Qiyu was so proud that he hugged him from left to right and lay down in the gentle countryside to listen to the report.

After listening to the funeral process in Nanjing, Zhu Qiyu also lamented: "This civil and military official is a real reality. Zhu Qizhen died so suddenly, and he died on his birthday. No one stood up to criticize the emperor. Shen Yishen injustice.

When a person leaves, the tea becomes cold, and when a person dies, it is like a lamp going out. "

Qianxue asked: "The Ministry of Rites also suggested that because of your husband's merits, you should go to Fengchan Taishan."

It's a pity, after all, my brother just died, so we can't be too lively during the New Year.

Zhu Qiyu shook his head: "Why do you want to be granted the title of Mount Tai? Since that silly dog ​​Zhenzong of the Song Dynasty was granted the title of Zen, which serious emperor would go to Mount Tai to grant the title of Zen.

Lin Xiangyu praised her repeatedly: "There is such a thing. My husband has studied a lot and even knows this. Then what will we be then?"

Lin Xiangyu snorted: "You two sing in harmony, it's true that the husband sings and the wife follows suit."

The full name is 'Supreme Emperor of Da Qi'. This is the only example in two thousand years.

When the throne is passed to Zhu Wenfang, I will be the Supreme Emperor. If Zhu Wenfang had been emperor for thirty or forty years and passed the throne to his son, if I were still alive at that time, I would have been promoted to the second supreme emperor in history. "

Lin Xiangyu became interested after hearing this: "Can we continue to upgrade? What is above the Supreme Emperor?"

An Guogong, Cao Guogong, Ding Guogong, He Yi, Wang Yue and Liu Chang were all outside drinking the northwest wind.

"Ah? Supreme Emperor? Couldn't this title be made up by my husband?"

Ningxiang answered quickly: "It goes without saying that we are the 'Supreme Imperial Concubine'. This title sounds very domineering."

Zhu Qiyu smiled and said: "The Supreme Emperor."

All the congratulations from the officials and the concubine should be omitted. Let’s close the door and celebrate the New Year by ourselves. "

Lin Xiangyu nodded: "Let's have fun behind closed doors. The family is not intact either. King Wei went to Nanjing to mourn Prince Yuanshou, and King Ping, King Ning, and King Xia didn't come back.

I was reading historical materials the day before yesterday. I found that not only does the Supreme Emperor exist in this world, but the Supreme Emperor can continue to be upgraded. "

Zhu Qiyu smiled and said: "This year's New Year is really the easiest. The ministers will not cause trouble, and the Mongols will not cause trouble. The world can tell the truth, and the few will rule."

"Does your husband want to issue an edict to reprimand the Ministry of Rites?"

Zhu Qiyu replied very definitely: "No, no, no, it's really not the case. Gao Wei of the Northern Qi Dynasty first became the Supreme Emperor, and then he was promoted to the Supreme Emperor.

Wang Yining has been sitting in the position of Minister of Rites for too long. I think he is getting mad and he dares to dig a hole for me. "

Let's give them something. "

Zhu Qiyu shook his head: "Let's do nothing and let Zhu Wenfang worry about it. Get rid of this broken throne as soon as possible.

Qianxue replied: "I have sent it away a long time ago. Not only that, I have prepared enough food and wine for the frontline soldiers to have a good New Year."

Zhu Qiyu clapped his hands: "It's good if the family is prosperous. When I first came to the throne, I was the only male in the family, so I had to do everything.

It was really miserable at that time. I personally went to the door to win over this person and that person, but those noble people ignored me at all. As a result, I took the ten-year-old Duke Dingguo around for a walk every day.

Now we, the Crown Prince, the King of Han, the King of Wei, the King of Ning and many other princes can start to work. When men are prosperous, the government and the public will no longer dare to bully us.

Forget it, let’s not talk about this anymore,…………”

……

Soon it was the first day of the first lunar month of the tenth year of Jingtai.

On the first day of the dynasty, Zhu Wenfang presided over the ceremony in Qingyun Palace. Unexpectedly, all the civil and military officials in Beijing who were of sufficient rank came to attend.

Zhu Wenfang was also convinced, "Okay, why are you so enthusiastic?" The small Qingyun Palace cannot accommodate so many people.

Zhu Wenfang secretly thought: No wonder the previous generations of emperors had to spend millions of taels of silver to build the large-scale Fengtian Palace.

Without a huge palace, it’s really not enough.

Led by Wang Wen, the chief minister of the cabinet, and Zhang Zhong, the British Duke, all the civil and military officials kowtowed to the prince and praised: "I wish you a long life and a long life to your highness."

Zhu Wenfang nodded: "It's very cold today. I will convey your blessings to my father. Okay, let's break up. Everyone, please go home and have a good rest for a few days."

Starting from the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the imperial court had three main tasks: first, to end and deal with the aftermath of the war in Mongolia; second, to build a straight road from Gansu to Hami; and third, to update the yellow book and count the country's land acres and population.

In these matters, the cabinet takes the lead and the six ministries and nine ministers coordinate.

If you have any questions, please report again for instructions. If it is really difficult to decide, I will report it to my father. "

All the civil and military officials hurriedly agreed, but they all murmured in their hearts: This prince is really out of touch. What he meant just now is that the prince oversees the country and has the final say. If he really can't make a decision, he should go to the emperor again.

Throughout the dynasties, there have been several princes who dared to do so.

Zhu Wenfang didn't care so much, put down her words, got up and left.

All the civil and military officials came all the way to Ganquan Palace, kowtowed and paid tribute, and then dispersed.

The next few days were uneventful.

In the blink of an eye, it’s the eighteenth day of the first lunar month.

With the new year and new atmosphere, the imperial court mobilized resources and began to build a straight road from Gansu to Hami.

At this time, the more than 100,000 prisoners captured came into play.

There are two advantages to doing this. First, it can consume the strong men of Mongolia and prevent them from causing trouble; second, it can save people's strength.

If there were not these more than 100,000 captives, the people of the Ming Dynasty would have to do corvee labor, which would waste the people's money and exhaust the people.

Both the emperor and the prince were extremely cautious about launching large-scale corvee for fear of accidentally becoming the cruel and tyrannical Qin Shihuang.

It has been ten years since I arrived in Jingtai, and the half-burned Forbidden City is still there with no intention of rebuilding it. The construction of the imperial mausoleum has also been delayed, and the site has not even been selected.

But after repeatedly budgeting the cost of building the straight road, Shen Yi, Xiao Fan, and Geng Jiuchou came to Ganquan Palace and asked to meet the emperor and the prince.

Zhu Qiyu spent a good year, reading, writing, and tending flowers and plants at home every day without any worries.

Upon hearing the call from the three ministers of the Ministry of Household Affairs, Zhu Qiyu reluctantly put on his clothes and came out of Qingyun Pavilion to observe the government.

There is a soft couch on the third floor of Qingyun Pavilion. Zhu Qiyu is leaning on the couch, leisurely enjoying the snow scenery outside the window.

Shen Yi was the first to report: "Your Majesty, this is the budget made by the Ministry of Revenue. It will cost at least six and a half million taels to build a straight road."

(End of this chapter)