Daming: I am the most powerful emperor grandson, please abdicate the throne

With Ji Wenjing away, Zhu Xuan could only fend for himself.

It would certainly be okay to discuss it with Xie Jin and the others, but since Xie Jin and others are civil servants, it would not be appropriate to approach them directly.

If they bring in private goods, it will not be conducive to the development of generals.

Zhu Xuan tried hard to recall all the knowledge he had before traveling through time. He first wrote down his thoughts, and then listed the program of a military academy and what should be done next.

Training generals is not just about training them in how to fight. Cultural knowledge is also very important, such as ideological education, etc., which must be available.

There are also various assessment systems, comprehensive development systems, etc.

There are quite a lot of things that Zhu Xuan needs to do and consider.

Next, Zhu Xuan had a lot to do. In addition to handling government affairs, there was also Zhu Gaochi's affairs that had not been dealt with. He felt that things were already so troublesome even before he became emperor.

When he truly becomes the emperor, he may not even have time to sleep.

After listing the program, Zhu Xuan could not delay government affairs, so he had to go to Wenhua Pavilion to lead a group of people to read the memorial.

It was almost done, and it was evening.

Zhu Xuan asked them all to get off work, and took the program to Qianqing Palace, where he saw Zhu Yuanzhang happily raising a baby.

"father……"

Wen Gui could speak more and more words now, and could even call him daddy, and then she saw him trotting over.

Now this brat, in addition to being in Kunning Palace, basically comes to Qianqing Palace to accompany Lao Zhu. I don't know how favored he is.

He was so favored that even Zhu Xuan was envious. He remembered that when he was two or three years old, he was not as favored as Wen Gui.

"Don't run so fast!"

Zhu Xuan picked him up and flicked his forehead gently.

Wen Gui smiled and said: "Grandpa, dad... dad is here!"

"My dear grandson, sit down!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Is there something wrong?"

Zhu Xuan smiled and said: "Grandpa Huang guessed it right. My grandson does have something that I want to ask you for advice. Do you think it's feasible?"

He took out the program and placed it in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, expecting a response. He hugged Wen Gui again and played with the brat.

"Military academy?"

Zhu Yuanzhang opened the program and read it for a long time. He was a little thoughtful, but he felt that the content of the program was pretty good.

"If you continue to implement it, those civil servants in the court who disagree with it will definitely bother you all day long."

"Those scholars, huh... are the most troublesome. For their own interests, they will do whatever it takes and they will argue with you to the end."

"But it doesn't matter. If they dare to mess around, we will kill them all. After all, we have killed so many people, and it doesn't matter if we kill a few more."

Zhu Yuanzhang closed the program and said coldly.

He has long been dissatisfied with the civil servants, and he does not rule out the possibility that there are civil servants who can truly govern the country, but there are also many civil servants who only know how to talk, and he wants to kill them all.

"Grandpa Huang, your murderous intent is so strong that it scares Wen Gui."

Zhu Xuan rubbed Wen Gui's chubby little face and said, "By saying this, Grandpa Huang agrees with his grandson's military academy?"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said: "I agree. Your program is also very well written. If those old guys are almost dead, where will there be people in the army who can fight? Our Ming Dynasty should have strong generals like clouds to intimidate all sides. .”

After a pause, he touched his gray beard and continued: "There are also playboys like Li Jinglong, alas..."

Zhu Yuanzhang had read all the battle reports from Lintao. The battle report about Li Jinglong was a complete mess, and the battle reports from Cao Bing and others were quite satisfactory. There was nothing particularly outstanding about them, which did not give him a feeling of surprise.

The only thing I thought was good was Ke Tianlang's battle report.

Zhu Yuanzhang had to lament that in a few years, the military generals of the Ming Dynasty might wither, and military schools seemed necessary. "Generals and officers cannot rely solely on the current generals."

"We really need to recruit from the private sector and find people to train from the private sector."

"My dear grandson, you go ahead and do this, and we'll help you figure it out! If those civil servants dare to refuse, we can help you suppress it."

"We will kill anyone who dares to object."

Zhu Yuanzhang's murderous intent restrained a little, he was really afraid of scaring his little great-grandson, but the meaning was still the same.

Against all odds, a military academy must be established.

"Grandpa Huang, my grandson doesn't want you to interfere."

Zhu Xuan put down Wen Gui and let him run around, and said: "My grandson is in charge of the country, so he wants to do something with his own hands to prove his ability. It is good to be under the protection of Grandpa Huang, but in the future only I have a grandchild and don’t have much experience, so it’s easy to be at a loss when something happens.”

He and Zhu Yuanzhang looked at each other and continued: "My grandson doesn't want to have to rely on Grandpa Huang for everything, is that okay?"

Zhu Yuanzhang clapped his hands and shouted: "Well said! This is our good grandson. We are still alive and can help you settle everything, but we are gone... It is really all up to you! Don't look at those officials who are happy to help you. But they have so many bad intentions!”

"My dear grandson will be the emperor in the future. You can only trust yourself and don't completely trust those officials."

"What they do is for their own benefit, you have to remember."

"This matter of military school should be regarded as a training for your independence. Do it boldly. If you encounter any problems, we can still help you."

He let go of his hands and let Zhu Xuan do whatever he wanted.

Zhu Xuan nodded slightly, but felt that what the emperor said was a bit off. If the emperor could only believe in himself and not any ministers, then the emperor would do things based on his own preferences.

It's easy to become a fool.

"My grandson knows, thank you Grandpa Huang for your support." Zhu Xuan said.

"You are our good grandson. No matter what, we will support you. Anyway, tomorrow will be yours sooner or later."

Zhu Yuanzhang patted Zhu Xuan's hand gently.

That's it, it's settled.

Things that Zhu Yuanzhang agreed to are easy to confirm, and if you want to implement them, you can get a lot of support.

Although the civil servants will object, and may object fiercely, I believe that the military generals will definitely support it with both hands.

Civil officials and military generals still have to have some contradictions and conflicts in order to maintain the balance in the court.

It would be most terrifying if these two groups united.

After leaving Qianqing Palace, Zhu Xuan felt a little relaxed. Some lofty ideals or special ambitions would soon be realized.

"not bad."

Zhu Xuan smiled, took Wen Gui's hand, and went back to Kunning Palace to see Mu Yuanjun.

"father……"

Wen Gui asked: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhu Xuan picked up this brat, pinched his little face gently, and said with a smile: "Dad is laughing at you, you look so cute."

Wen Gui doesn't know what cuteness is yet, but his father must be praising him when he says this.

He happily hugged Zhu Xuan's neck and cheered all the way back to Kunning Palace.

"Wen Gui."

Mu Yuanjun saw him, hugged him, put him down, and said: "Your Highness, according to the arrangement, you have to accompany Luo Zhuma tonight. You can't stay in Kunning Palace for too long, so go!"

Which concubine should he accompany now? They made a scheduling form, and Zhu Xuan had no choice but to follow the form. (End of chapter)