"Zhu Youjian put you and your daughter under house arrest, and made my wife suffer all these injustices for nothing. I will not spare him. I will send the emperor on his way after a while."
"Ah, are you really going to kill the king?"
After a dark and sweet sleep, the sky is dim.
Yang Qing'er was once again gentle with her husband. At this time, she was charming and charming, her face flushed. When she heard that the emperor was about to be sent off, she couldn't help but open her eyes wide in shock.
Although Yang Qing'er's eyes are not as charming as Zhang Yan's, they are transparent and bright, like a clear spring, making people never tire of it.
Liu Zhaosun reached out to hold her cheek and said with a smile:
"Madam, don't worry, I'm not Sima Zhao, how can I kill the king? Someone has found an excellent location to arrange for Zhu Youjian to reunite with his brother."
After all, Yang Qing'er was born as an official lady, and she read four books and five classics when she was a child. Although he is unruly, in his heart he is still the Confucian ruler and his minister.
When my husband said that he would arrange a reunion between the emperor and the late emperor, his beauty suddenly turned pale:
"Husband, what do you mean by this?"
Liu Zhaosun saw her anxious look and decided not to hide it anymore. It started from last year when King Qin entered Beijing and conquered the city of Beijing, and continued until Kang Ying killed Bao, replaced Zhu Youxiao's secret with a Dongchang eunuch, confused the real one with the fake one, and was burned to death in the main hall of Qianqing Palace.
"So, Emperor Chongzhen never died. Zhang Dong and Liu Xingzuo sent him to Jeju Island to live with Lord Gwanghae. Lord Gwanghae almost killed me and my adoptive father back then. The late emperor was also full of hostility towards me, so he let them The two will accompany each other and grow old together. I guess Zhu Youxiao should be living well now. When Emperor Tianqi ascends the throne, Zhu Youjian will be sent there to reunite their brothers."
Yang Qing'er knew that her husband kept many things from her, but she didn't care. It is not easy for a husband to discuss military and state affairs with a woman like him.
She was silent for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and said anxiously:
"Does the King of North Korea know? Li Jian wanted to kill you back then. If he knew that the emperor was imprisoned on Jeju Island, he could use it to his advantage..."
Liu Zhaosun waved and smiled:
"He doesn't know that Jeju Island is now guarded by raincoat guards, and ships are prohibited from traveling in the surrounding waters."
Yang Qing'er nodded after hearing this, mustered up her courage and asked:
"Does your husband really want to be the emperor?"
Liu Zhaosun was slightly startled, and then held Yang Qing'er in his arms:
"What? I can't be an emperor? I don't look like an emperor?"
Yang Qing'er pressed her cheek against her husband's chest, looked up at Liu Zhaosun, and became extremely gentle:
"Kaiyuan has a hundred thousand soldiers, looking down on the world, and my husband has the power of the Mongolian, Korean and Japanese countries, and is assisted by red-haired barbarians. My husband's strength today should be ten times more than that of a slave. The Ming Dynasty is just a shabby house made of paper. It can be broken with a poke. , when the old slave dared to raise an army against the Ming Dynasty with the Seven Great Hatreds, of course my husband could do the same."
Liu Zhaosun showed a proud look. Although he often heard words like this from his subordinates, today he said it from the mouth of his beloved woman, which greatly satisfied his desire to conquer, and the effect was naturally different.
"However."
Liu Zhaosun's heart skipped a beat, but his face showed no change.
Yang Qinger continued:
"The Nu family has little talent and little knowledge, but they have read some history books. The powerful ministers of the past dynasties used the name of abdication to ascend the throne, but very few succeeded in the end. Except for Wang Mang of the Western Han Dynasty, there was only Sima Yan of the Jin Dynasty, and these two, It all ended well in the end.”
Liu Zhaosun nodded slightly, looked at Yang Qing'er, and motioned for her to continue.
"In the two hundred years since the founding of our country, nothing like this has ever happened. Let alone abdication and Jian Zuo, even the slightest threat to the imperial power will be criticized by thousands of people. Not to mention Zhang Jiangling is an example."
Liu Zhaosun suppressed his smile and looked serious, wanting to hear what Yang Qing'er said about Zhang Juzheng.
"When Zhang Taiyue came to power, he had the full support of Empress Li and Feng Bao internally, and the support of generals such as Qi Jiguang externally. The inside and outside of the court were unified, and the top and bottom were united. Only then did he have iron-blooded reforms and rule for ten years. However, when the little emperor Wanli grew up, Once it cannot be tolerated, the Zhang family will be in disaster."
"The imperial power is not as weak as your husband thinks, and any arrogance should be considered in the long term. At present, people's hearts have not returned, so we must not act too hastily. Although Kaiyuan's army can control the north and south, it is beyond the reach of Jiangnan, Huguang, let alone Guangdong, Guangxi, Yunnan and Guizhou. Once it arrives, When the whole country is in an uproar, the gains outweigh the losses."
"In Madam's opinion, what should I do?"
Liu Zhaosun looked at Yang Qing'er with bright eyes.
"The slave family is nothing more than a house of women. We dare not speak nonsense about military and state affairs."
Liu Zhaosun chuckled.
"I've made so many lies, so stop hiding it and just say it."
After hearing this, Yang Qing'er stood up, put on her cloak, lit the whale oil lamp, and took out a piece of Korean paper from the case.
Liu Zhaosun took it, looked at it, and read a few lines of beautiful characters on the paper:
"Province discussion, promote discipline and outline, emphasize edicts, verify names and facts, consolidate the foundation of the country, and order military preparations."
He put the paper down and said in surprise:
"Isn't this Zhang Juzheng's reform program?"
"Exactly."
Yang Qing'er smiled slightly:
"Looking at all the reforms in the past dynasties, they are all just these eighteen-character mottos."
"If a husband wants to truly control the world, he can start here. In the name of arrogance, he can actually carry out reforms, seize power and reform, and interact with each other. Specifically, start with personnel affairs, imitate Zhang Taiyue, suppress the officials and control the censor. ,Then····"
Liu Zhaosun's head buzzed, opening the door to a new world.
"In the name of transgression, the reality of reform is that the outside and the inside are mutually exclusive."
He repeated it silently, as if he had understood something, but also as if he hadn't figured it out yet.
Compared with Yang Qing'er's in-depth analysis later, he cared most about this sentence.
"Madam wants me to be tougher than Zhang Jiangling, to use my authority to force the reform, to eliminate local opposition forces, until I am in control and the time is right to proclaim the emperor."
Yang Qing'er was talking about the policy of suppressing the gentry during the Qing Dynasty. When she saw that he had just figured it out, she nodded with a smile.
"The seizure of power and reform are mutually exclusive and have no sequence. The slave family believes that reform is actually a seizure of power. My husband has fought in all directions and won a hundred battles, but he cannot suppress it for long with authority. At present, Kaiyuan's military is strong and evil is dormant. Twenty years later, Once there is a change, treacherous people will start to stir up chaos. Reform is not only a way to shock the mountain, but also to prevent trouble before it happens."
Yang Qing'er said and handed over a thick stack of albums.
Liu Zhaosun looked at his wife in confusion, and couldn't help but admire her with admiration.
Opening a page at random, I saw some names of people, acres of land, and real estate recorded in the album.
"Isn't this the yellow book of Hejian Prefecture (note 1)? I heard Kang Yingqian and others said that this thing was no longer used during the Chenghua period. I remember that it was full of confusing accounts. It was used by various prefectures and counties to fool the imperial court. You can take it What does it do?"
Liu Zhaosun looked confused.
"Husband, please don't worry. My father asked someone to get these from the Ministry of Household Affairs. They are only some prefectures and counties in Northern Zhili. I compared them one by one with the white books (note 2) of several prefectures and counties. The above Took notes."
“How do you get the state and county white book?”
Yang Qing'er chuckled.
"Well, don't tell your husband yet."
Liu Zhaosun quickly put on his clothes and got out of bed.
It was already dark at this time, and the earth-shattering training shouts of the recruits of the Ninth Guards Army came from outside the city.
Shaoyao brought hot water and prepared to help Duke Hu Guo wash up.
Liu Zhaosun didn't bother to wash his face and held the thick stack of albums in his hands, which was quite heavy.
He read it carefully and couldn't help but marvel.
Yang Qing'er asked Shaoyao to step aside first.
She came to her husband, pointed at the album, compared them one by one and said:
"Husband, please look at this. This is the amount of land owned by Zhang Taiyue's father-in-law in the eighth year of Wanli. This is the amount they collect every year. The last one is the amount they report to the court. Look, there is a difference between the three. How much? When the time comes to inventory the acres, we will start from Hejian Mansion."
Liu Zhaosun looked at the album in his hand that was densely filled with Juanxiu's handwriting, and murmured:
"Did you do this all by yourself?"
Yang Qing'er smiled, raised her cheeks, and looked at her husband, as if she had just received a little red flower and was being praised.
"I thought that Madam guarding the rear, dispatching military supplies, and civil affairs were already extraordinary. I didn't expect that she also had such a profound understanding of government affairs. She was no worse than Kang Yinggan and the others! Women are not inferior to men! I admire you! I admire you!"
The Protector said this, but he was speechless in his heart.
While Jin Yuji was busy updating Xianxia, Yang Qing'er was working on sorting out the Ming Dynasty's land tax system, and Zhang Yan was also learning the art of controlling men.
It turns out that my harem has already been involved to this extent.
Note:
1. Yellow book: In the fourteenth year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty (1381), the Ming government established the yellow book system based on the household registration system. Households are used as units, and the hometown, name, age, address, land and property, and assets are recorded in detail. The household registration is divided according to occupation, which is mainly divided into three categories: civilian, military, and craftsman. The Yellow Register is filled out every year, and the local officials verify the changes in the population, land, houses, assets, etc. The accumulated materials year by year serve as the basis for the 10-year Yellow Register. After the mid-Ming Dynasty, it was completely abandoned.
2. After the mid-Jiajing period, the yellow book system gradually lost its value, so a set of books appeared specifically for the actual use of state and county yamen but were not reported to the government. At that time, it was called the actual recruitment book, or the actual recruitment yellow book, or the actual recruitment yellow book. Make a white book.
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