The so-called honorific title is to give the emperor an impressive title.
For example, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was one of the best. He added to himself several times during his lifetime, such as "Emperor Kaiyuan Shenwu", "Emperor Kaiyuan Shengwen Shenwu", "Emperor Kaiyuan Tianbao Shengwen Shenwu"...
When the imperial censors came to remonstrate with the emperor and increase his honorific title, they simply used Mei Shang in a new way, even losing the face of the civil servants.
This is because in this version of history, from the beginning of Taizu Taizong to the present, a pattern of internal and external threats to the civil and military system has been maintained.
As a result, any individual or faction in the court must find ways to maintain and get closer to the imperial power in order to survive.
Since the resurgence of Emperor Shizu, the imperial power has been strengthened unprecedentedly, which has led to an increase in the degree of involution among officials.
Therefore, these noble officials have become more and more unrestrained, and they even ask the emperor to give them titles to please them.
"I see!"
After answering this sentence, Shui Rong couldn't help but feel that he had thought too much and actually thought that these people dared to force him to have a baby.
After being led all the way outside the main hall, the eunuch who led the way said: "Your Majesty, please wait a moment!"
"Who's in there?"
"It's the Thirteenth Master who is here to meet you!"
Nodding, Shui Rong didn't say much, but he was muttering in his heart, secretly wondering how this person could come to see him, as he had avoided the Qianqing Palace in the past.
And after waiting for more than half an hour, my legs were sore from standing there.
Zhu Jinghong was waiting inside the palace, so he could hear the speeches of the people who came to see him, but he could not hear them outside the palace, so it was really uncomfortable to wait.
"Dad... it is an indisputable truth to increase productivity and improve the combat effectiveness of the army!"
"After all, you are also the emperor of the ages. You should have some eyesight and be able to understand what your son said!"
"If it's true what those officials said, such nonsense about strange skills and tricks, then we should be like the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, living on fish and hunting, growing up and drinking blood!"
"Dad, you can't be confused at this time..."
Zhu Jinghong burst into laughter, which shocked the eunuchs in Nuange. This was not the way to talk to the emperor.
Not to mention the eunuchs, even Zhu Xianming was shocked. At the same time, he also lamented that this kid was getting more and more courageous.
"Have you said enough?"
After being reminded by the emperor's words, Zhu Jinghong realized that he had gone too far, so he immediately bowed his waist and lowered his head.
"Dad... said... enough!"
"Did I say I disagreed?"
"No...no!" Zhu Jinghong's forehead was sweating, and he had to face the reality as his blood surged up.
"I just said a word, and you just kept talking. What do you mean?"
Facing the emperor's question, Zhu Jinghong was speechless, because he had indeed reacted just now, and he was too worried that the emperor would reject his suggestion.
"You're too damn bold to be so rude in front of me, you're just a bastard!"
Zhu Xianming scolded the last four words, which scared Zhu Jinghong to the point where he immediately knelt on the ground.
"My son is guilty!"
To be honest, Zhu Jinghong's behavior was completely disrespectful. According to the example of those in the Ministry of Etiquette and the Ministry of Industry, at least they were treated like having their homes confiscated and exiled.
"Guilty? How could you be guilty? What a majestic person you are. I think in a few days, you will demolish the Qing Palace!"
"Father, no matter how ignorant your son is, he would not dare to demolish your bedroom!"
Hearing this, Zhu Xianming was really speechless. He really wanted to know what was in the head of the little bastard in front of him.
"Get out of here!"
"Dad... look at the matter of allocating money to the land..."
This meeting lasted for more than an hour. Zhu Jinghong first talked about foreign technologies, then mentioned how to apply these technologies, and then asked for money for land.
"We'll talk about it later, get out!"
Although the emperor's tone was unkind, Zhu Jinghong also knew that the old man had to consider this carefully, after all, this was really not a trivial matter.
Although Zhu Jinghong was troubled by all these things, it seemed calm on the surface, but it was all suppressed by the emperor.
The matter of learning from foreigners will inevitably cause greater disturbances in the government and the public. It is normal for Zhu Xianming to think carefully.
"yes!"
Standing up carefully, Zhu Jinghong turned around and was about to leave, but found that he had the drafted plan in his hand. If he left like this, today would be in vain.
So he could only turn around, and while the emperor was picking up the tea cup to drink tea, he walked to the imperial desk in two steps, threw the things on the table and ran away.
Before leaving the house, he did not forget to say: "My son, please retire!"
Looking at the plan in front of him, Zhu Xianming's face was extremely ugly, but in the end he didn't say anything more.
After Zhu Jinghong left the Nuan Pavilion, his hanging heart calmed down, and he planned to come back to Qianqing Palace in a few days to talk about this matter.
When he left the hall, he saw Shui Rong waiting outside, who also saw him at this moment.
Shui Rong took two steps forward and said with great respect, "I've met Master Thirteen!"
The emperor's legitimate son, the prince who is about to be crowned, let alone a prince with a different surname, even if he is estranged from the clan and princes, he has to be called "Thirteenth Master" honestly.
After responding, Zhu Jinghong asked: "When did you come back?"
"I just came back and came here to see the Holy One!"
Zhu Jinghong had a good impression of Shui Rong, so he reminded: "My dad is not in a good mood, so be careful when you go in!"
Shui Rong was originally very anxious today, but after hearing these words, he became even more uneasy.
Seeing his ugly expression, Zhu Jinghong couldn't help but laugh, then patted Shui Rong on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry too much, the Holy Emperor still values you very much!"
"Okay, you go in...I'm leaving!"
"Master Thirteen, walk slowly!"
After Zhu Jinghong left, a eunuch came out of the main hall. It was on the order of sending water to the palace to see him.
As for Zhu Jinghong, he had no intention of taking any time off, but went to find Hou Jing and others.
The Chinese New Year is only half a month away, and the training of the four northern guards will begin after the new year. Now all departments are making intensive preparations.
As the supervisor of this training, Zhu Jinghong should keep an eye on everything and check all details.
But after all, he was unable to do anything at all, so he had to find someone to keep an eye on him. The guards who had been through thick and thin together became his first choice.
The training of the Northern Four Guards has been discussed by the Fifth Army Governor's Office and the Ministry of War, and has become part of the national policy, so the protection of this matter is very good.
Through Zhu Jinghong's request, Hou Jing and others will no longer be responsible for standing guards until the training of the four northern guards is completed.
But according to Zhu Jinghong's plan, after the training of the Northern Four Guards is completed, he will try his best to let Hou Jing and others release the bodyguards to further expand his sphere of influence.
Of course, this is only Zhu Jinghong's plan, and the specific operation in the future is still uncertain.
Here Zhu Jinghong began to arrange tasks, but the two brothers Lao Si and Lao Liu met outside Donghua Gate.
"Hey... Fourth brother, are your health and bones feeling better? If you have nothing to do, don't hang out all the time, or you may get a recurrence of your condition!"
Hearing Lao Liu's ill-intentioned words, Zhu Jingyuan said coldly: "Lao Liu, the cold wind is like a knife, be careful to cut your tongue!"
"Haha, today my father has repeatedly called me for questions and answers. National affairs and people's livelihood are all involved, so I am very tired...
Walking up to Zhu Jingyuan, Zhu Jingyuan said with a sincere face: "To be honest, I wish I had lost my tongue, so that I could live a few days of leisure!"
I have to say that Lao Liu is quite thick-skinned, and his ability to make up lies is surprisingly high.
The emperor had summoned him in the past few days, but all he asked about was about revising books, not his views on government affairs at all.
(End of chapter)
