(Nine)
"Practice is important."
“However, building momentum is also indispensable.”
"Standing in that position, majesty and mystery will be your protective color."
Zhu Qiyu seemed to understand, but his expression was like a suddenly thawed glacier, ripples caused by the breeze.
Listening to my mother and concubine's words is better than ten years of reading.
Seeing that Zhu Qiyu had some realization, Sun Ge breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes full of encouragement.
Talk, talk about your feelings.
But Zhu Qiyu couldn't understand Sun Ge's eagerness, and still looked back at Sun Ge with burning eyes, waiting for the next step.
Sunge: Do you have to put food into your mouth before eating?
What else can I do, I can only continue talking.
Three feet of ice does not freeze in one day.
Similarly, it is impossible to change the cowardice and timidity that Zhu Qiyu has developed over the past twenty years, and it cannot be done overnight.
She is not a member of the death squad, so she has a lot of patience.
Sunge coughed twice, "Do you know how to build momentum? How to deify yourself?"
"I don't know, just read history."
"Song Shi can still give you the answer."
"If it doesn't suit your taste, reading the history books of other dynasties can also inspire you."
"It's nothing more than strange omens during his lifetime, strange phenomena when he was born, an appearance that is not "ordinary", and strange things happening while growing up."
"You decide how to operate it yourself."
"There is a difference between building momentum and deifying oneself, but there are also similarities between the two, but in essence they both strengthen the rationality and legitimacy of one's rule and make the people obey."
"Also, without comparison, you can't see the difference."
"With the rubble of Zhu Qizhen in front of us, no matter how sparse or ordinary pearls and jade are, they will shine brightly, not to mention that my son himself is a fine jade."
"As the survivors return to the capital one after another, the truth about Tumubao will be heard by the people of the capital. Even the Queen Mother Sun and the cabinet cannot completely cover up such a big matter."
"The Queen Mother Sun will definitely try her best to cover up her shame."
"But, some shame cannot be covered up."
"Wenhua Palace and Fengtian Palace are the most precious places in the world, but the streets of the capital are also Feng Shui treasures. If we can't win the cabinet for the time being, then we should first put up a sign among the people that we are the Son of Destiny who can save the Ming Dynasty from danger."
"The more obvious the contrast, the more obvious it is that my son is the son of destiny."
"Then it will be time for you to deify yourself."
"Don't be afraid of absurdity. Often the more unknown and mysterious it is, the easier it is to be awe-inspiring and convincing."
Zhu Qiyu thought for a moment and nodded seriously.
There are so many experiences you can learn from when deifying yourself.
As long as he is willing, when everything is ready, it will definitely happen.
"What if the emperor really can return to the capital?"
Zhu Qiyu asked the top priority.
Empress Dowager Sun and the emperor's brother have been operating in the palace and court for many years, which is not his home court.
"Qi Yu, a benevolent person will not be in charge of military affairs and a benevolent person will not be in charge of government."
"As early as the day of Tumubao's defeat, Zhu Qizhen should have died to apologize, comfort the hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and go underground to plead guilty to the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty."
"You only have one life, but there is more than one thing that can kill you. Lotus Ye Wuxianbi, if you let him die, he will die suddenly."
"If you feel that there is no way to learn from the history of the Song Dynasty, then read the history of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the Five Dynasties and the Ten Kingdoms. There are almost no tricks to make people die without being noticed."
"My son is smart. I think he won't let his mother and concubine worry about him."
When Zhu Qiyu first heard these words, it was as if he had been immobilized. His mouth was rounded in shock, like a fish trying its best to absorb water.
Sunge: It’s a bit ugly, I can’t bear to look at it.
"Are you going to kill the emperor brother?" The tea cup in Zhu Qiyu's hand hit the ground with a bang and shattered into pieces.
For a moment, he felt like millions of birds were buzzing in his ears.
Sunge asked calmly as always, "What else?"
"Of course, you can also keep it with good food and drink. When his wings are full again, he will kill you."
"There is only one throne. Is it possible that we have to talk about brotherhood and brotherhood when the time comes?"
"You have to know that as long as he is alive, the civil and military affairs of the court will be unstable, and the position under you will be unstable."
"Waste your conscience on him, he doesn't deserve it."
"If you feel guilty, then be a better emperor of Ming Dynasty, let the people of Ming Dynasty live and work in peace and contentment, and make Ming Dynasty prosperous again."
"Qi Yu, you are doing a good thing by killing him."
Sun Ge lowered his voice and said seductively.
Could it be that the Empress Dowager Sun and a group of officials blamed the dead eunuch Wang Zhen for the Tumu Fort defeat, and was Zhu Qizhen really still the aloof emperor who looked down upon the world?
Zhu Qizhen never knows when he is wrong.
Historically, in the first year of Tianshun, after the restoration of Zhu Qizhen, an edict was issued to rectify Wang Zhen's name, use fragrant wood as a statue of Wang Zhen, and bury him to summon his soul.
Later, the Jingzhong Temple was built for Wang Zhen in the north courtyard of Zhihua Temple in Beijing.
How ridiculous.
His attitude towards Wang Zhen is enough to illustrate the truest thoughts in Zhu Qizhen's heart.
During the years when Tumubao was defeated, captured by Wala, and imprisoned in Nangong, Zhu Qizhen may have blamed the soldiers for their uselessness, feared Wala's rudeness, and hated Zhu Qiyu's cruelty, but he definitely never seriously reflected and repented.
What the hell, he should have died long ago.
He's dead long ago. If he goes down there, he can exchange experiences with the Second Emperor Huiqin and rank them in order to see who is the eldest, second, and third brother.
Zhu Qiyu was obviously moved.
If his positions were swapped with his elder brother, he might not be able to become a holy king, but he would never be worse than his elder brother.
"Mother, I understand."
"Indecisiveness leads to disaster."
"Then, mother-in-law, what should I do if the Empress Dowager Sun and the court officials question the child and take action?"
"Or if the courtiers feel that their son is not worthy of his position, the country is in turmoil, and the country is uneasy, what should they do?"
Since the words came to this point, Zhu Qiyu thought of simply asking the questions once and for all to reassure himself.
With peace of mind, you can have no worries and move forward without any worries.
"Without evidence, it's just slander."
"The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics. Did Queen Mother Sun stretch her hand too far?"
"You will die as the mother-in-law. When the time comes, the mother-in-law will also be the queen mother."
"In the past, we were inferior to others and had no chance. Now, riding on the wind, the mother-in-law will take control of the palace as quickly as possible, remove the wings of the Queen Mother Sun in the palace, and manage the palace city into a base camp for you and me."
"If she had no skin and shame to contact the court officials and intervene in politics, the mother-in-law would be killed in Fengtian Palace."
"When the time comes, it will be just in time to drag Queen Mother Sun and those officials with second thoughts to die."
"The Queen Mother of the Ming Dynasty was forced to die in Fengtian Hall to protect the ancestral teachings of the Ming Dynasty. Someone must be buried with her."
"It makes perfect sense."
Anyway, she can't die.
She couldn't die. Those who forced them, mother and son, would drown in spittle even if they were not given death.
Civil servants, aren’t they the most honorable?
If your reputation is gone, how can you still be an official?
(End of chapter)
