Zhu Di shrank his neck and was about to cry without tears: "Dad, I am your biological son!"
Having said that, he felt much more at ease at the moment.
It seems that Lao Zhu still loves his grandson, but he doesn't love his eldest brother's grandson, but his grandson.
It's no wonder that the good things Zhu Yunwen did have completely chilled Lao Zhu.
When Lao Zhu let go of his obsession with Prince Yiwen's lineage, his eyes immediately shifted to Zhu Di... even though Zhu Di was not a good person.
Although he is not a good person, he is a good emperor.
He is good, and he is not like Zhu Yunwen who did some "Fuzhou rituals", using the state's money to distribute to the people, and giving out free rice, meat, and silk. The policies implemented by Emperor Jianwen during his reign cannot be said to be wrong, but they are all false.
It was equivalent to distributing the country's money to the people, spreading the Hongwu Dynasty's family wealth, and transferring Lao Zhu's achievements to himself, without any actual achievements.
As for the inspection of officials, twenty-four people including the ministers Bao Zhao and Xia Yuanji were ordered to serve as envoys and patrol the world... This policy of Emperor Jianwen seemed to have some effect in terms of showing his understanding, but in fact the effect was used to monitor On the body of the feudal lord.
To put it mildly, Emperor Jianwen was an idealist.
But if we want to strengthen our country, we need not idealists but pragmatists.
Zhu Gaojie and Zhu Di are typical pragmatists.
What they have done is a real achievement for a long time. Whether it was Zhu Gaojie's eastward expedition to open up three provinces, his southern expedition to restore Annan, reform of the tax system, and the establishment of the Tax Supervisory Academy and the Civil and Military Academy. It was Zhu Di's northern expedition to suppress the Mobei forces, the compilation of the Yongle Grand Ceremony, and the creation of Zheng He's navy. These all fundamentally allowed the Ming Empire to climb higher.
The Tax Supervisory Academy made money, the Civil and Military Academy raised people, foreign wars engaged in land, and Emperor Yongle engaged in culture.
With the cooperation of father and son, the Ming Empire ushered in a peak, which is still rising. This is a truly prosperous age.
The prosperous age of Yongle.
Lao Zhu could hate Zhu Di for seeking power and usurping the throne, but he had to admit that Zhu Di did not let down his empire.
…
Yang Rong walked out of the martial arts academy with a pale face, feeling lost and panicked.
Xia Yuanji, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, saw this scene, stepped forward to stop the other party, and asked in confusion: "Mr. Yang Ge, what do you mean?"
Yang Rong looked confused after being stopped: "What do you mean?"
Xia Yuanji asked back: "Didn't I agree that you should go to the Martial Arts Academy to ask His Highness if the Crown Prince can come to the Arts Academy to serve as the dean? Have you asked?"
"asked."
"What did the prince say?"
"The prince agreed."
Xia Yuanji asked suspiciously: "He agreed, so why are you still so wrong?"
Yang Rong scratched his head: "Is there any?"
He didn't realize it, but he was just about to write "There is no three hundred taels of silver here" on his face. Anyone who saw Yang Rong would think that this brother had killed someone or robbed a bank account.
Xia Yuanji asked: "What happened to you inside?"
Yang Rong waved his hand quickly: "Nothing."
How could he tell Mr. Xia that he met His Majesty the Emperor kneeling to the Crown Prince inside?
If this matter spreads out from his mouth, not only will his official position be in danger, but his life will also be in danger!
Xia Yuanji stroked his beard: "That's okay, I won't ask."
He had a feeling that if he kept asking...
Not only was something going to happen to Yang Rong, but he himself was going to be in trouble as well.
…
Zhu Gaojie opened his eyes again, only to see the old man still kneeling in front of him.
He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Dad, why don't you kneel somewhere else? The ground here is full of dirt."
Zhu Di realized that Lao Zhu might be gone, so he stood up and slapped Xiao Zhu on the back of the head, cursing: "You fucking little brat, please God, if you ask Lao Zhu to fight against your father and me, you can do more damage." Son?"
Zhu Gaojie was not anxious after being slapped, and calmly murmured: "How about... I can chat with you for a while, grandpa?"
Zhu Di, who had just stood up, almost knelt down again when he heard this: "Don't! His old man has been laid to rest. Don't you think you, a grandson, can't be considerate of your elders?"
"It was Daddy's fault just now. Daddy apologizes to you, so please don't bother your grandpa again."
Lao Zhu was almost scared to death just now. Zhu Di, who had done something wrong, wanted to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes and get in.
This is too scary!
Who would have thought that Xiao Zhu also has a hidden skill for "please praying to God"!
Isn't it good to let Lao Zhu rest in peace in heaven? Why did he invite others to the mortal world?
Seeing that his father had a good attitude in admitting his mistake, Zhu Gaojie nodded slightly: "Dad, this is your fault. If you hadn't been scaring your son all day long, I wouldn't have invited grandpa out."
Zhu Di said angrily: "Am I scaring you every day? Boy, can you speak with a little conscience? Who of us is scaring whom all the time?"
"Okay, you can explain it to my grandpa."
"Dad was wrong."
Zhu Di's attitude immediately changed completely, and he sincerely apologized to Xiao Zhu.
Without him, only the heart is empty.
When facing Lao Zhu, he didn't dare to take a breath. Regardless of who he is, Emperor Yongle, he has to kneel down in front of his biological father.
…
Zhu Di, who returned to Qianqing Palace, lay on the couch and breathed a long sigh of relief.
This time, he was finally able to sleep well.
When I saw Lao Zhu today, I thought that Lao Zhu would directly kill him with a knife. Unexpectedly, Lao Zhu just pretended to be angry and cursed a few words.
As the saying goes, a son is better known than his father, and a father is better known than his son. Zhu Di understood Zhu Yuanzhang's temperament very well. Lao Zhu seemed to be yelling fiercely, but in fact this just showed that Lao Zhu had forgiven him.
If Lao Zhu really had murderous intentions, then he should have lurked quietly, waiting for the opportunity, and when he had accumulated enough energy, he would drop Zhu Di from the sky to the bottom of the valley, take away everything from him, and kill people.
Zhu Di closed his eyes lightly, with a knowing smile on his lips.
Today, he has gotten rid of his inner demons.
He would never dream again, in which Lao Zhu was chasing him with a forty-foot machete.
…
In the world in his mind, Zhu Gaojie asked Lao Zhu cautiously: "Grandpa, have you forgiven my father?"
Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly and said: "Otherwise, what else can we do? Can we still make him do it?"
Zhu Gaojie touched his chin: "It's not impossible..."
If Lao Zhu wants to rebel, he will definitely use his body. In other words, if Lao Zhu rebelled, the final beneficiary would be named "Zhu Gaojie".
Isn’t it beautiful to get something for nothing?
Zhu Yuanzhang was silent for a moment and said with emotion: "Your family is really full of smiles."
Zhu Gaojie said seriously: "Grandpa, please don't say that. No one in Beijing knows anyone. I, Zhu Xiaosi, am known as a filial son."
Zhu Yuanzhang deeply agreed: "Yes, you secretly transferred two guards in Liaodong to Shanhaiguan for defense, and transferred one of your confidants to be the nine guards of Peking, and bribed the guards all the way from Northeast to Beijing..."
Not long after moving the capital to Shuntian, Zhu Gaojie had already made clear arrangements for his backup plan. He can run away to his hometown in the Northeast at any time and lead hundreds of thousands of troops in the Northeast to rise up.
Zhu Gaojie said calmly: "As the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, I have the power to mobilize military and political affairs across the country. Is this routine transfer of sergeants very reasonable?"
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled: "You are more capable than your father, you are more ruthless than your father, and you are more capable than your father."
His prince Zhu Biao is more like Fusu, the eldest son of Great Qin.
If Zhu Yuanzhang issued an edict to Zhu Biao to commit suicide, Zhu Biao would kill himself with a knife without hesitation.
If Zhu Di issued an edict to Zhu Gaojiao to commit suicide, Zhu Gaojiao would not hesitate to lead his troops to rebel, attack the capital, and force Zhu Di to commit suicide with a knife.
…
The first batch of students from the Academy of Liberal Arts gathered from all over the country and finally arrived in front of the academy in Beijing at the end of October.
Just like the Martial Arts Academy, the buildings of the Literature Academy also have a strong atmosphere of chilling.
The gold characters "Wenyuan" written by the emperor are hung on the main entrance, and couplets are hung on both sides.
First couplet: Your salary is your salary, and the people are fat and the people are anointed.
Second line: It is easy for the people to be abused, but it is difficult for God to bully them.
This couplet was familiar to almost every official in Ming Dynasty official circles and did not find it strange. After all, saying it is one thing, but being able to do it is another.
But what’s noteworthy about this couplet is that the writing is made of wild grass, with flowing clouds and flowing water, just like a blue dragon. There seem to be dragon claws tearing apart horizontally and vertically, and rolling thunder.
"Good words!"
Zhou Jing, the chief envoy of Shanxi Province and the chief envoy of Sizuo, couldn't help but admired, "This calligraphy skill is already as good as that of Wang Youjun in Kuangcao Yiyi."
"Yes, there is such a calligrapher in this dynasty. Let me see who signed it..."
Zhang Chun, the right chief envoy who was also in the Shanxi Chief Envoy Department, looked at it carefully and said: "In the fifteenth year of Yongle, Prince Zhu Gaojiu's title... I'm offended."
He quickly shut his mouth. He had committed a crime of disrespect by blurting out the prince's name just now.
"It doesn't matter, the prince has a broad mind and won't care about the little things here."
Among the first batch of students of the Academy of Liberal Arts, a young man came out.
This man looked to be about twenty years old, but he was wearing a red official robe with a golden rooster embroidered on his chest. He was obviously a second-rank official, and no one dared to underestimate him. For such a young second-grade official, looking at the Ming Dynasty, there are only the Su brothers.
Zhang Chun hurriedly bowed and said: "General Su, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm here to serve as the Chief Envoy of Shanxi Province, Zhang Chun. I have long admired your name."
The chief envoy is the second rank, while the general constitution, the censor of Zuodu, is the second rank. However, the two are not in the same system, so there is no need to call them subordinate officials.
Su Wu smiled and bowed in reply: "Master Zhang, I have long admired you."
Zhang Chun said: "Su Zongxian is young and promising. He was appointed as the chief envoy at the age of eighteen. From what I have heard and asked, I am afraid that next time we meet, I will call him Prime Minister Su."
Su Wu waved his hand and said: "The Zhongshu Province has been abolished a long time ago, and there will no longer be the title of Prime Minister in the future. I, Su, am not very capable. It is only thanks to the support of the Crown Prince that I have the second-rank official position today. I am ashamed and ashamed."
"Su Zongxian is too humble. I heard that the Crown Prince originally wanted you to be the education officer of the Academy of Arts, but later Mr. Now that we have become students, we should all learn from Mr. Su..."
Su Wu suddenly raised his hand to interrupt and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Where did you hear these words?"
As a confidant and consolidation minister of the East Palace, he naturally knew the inside story of the Academy of Literature.
But where did Zhang Chun hear it?
The series of arrangements made by officials of the Academy of Arts were secrets among secrets. At first, only five people in total, Zhu Gaojie, Yang Rong, Xia Yuanji, Su Wu, and His Majesty the Emperor, knew about it. Later, after the list of civil servants was scrutinized, a few more people knew the inside story, but the number of people who knew the matter was definitely no more than two hands, and they were all important officials in the capital.
But Zhang Chun, an official from other provinces in Shanxi, seemed to be able to speak clearly about this confidential matter, as if he had already known all the details inside.
Where did he hear it?
Zhang Chun smiled slightly and said: "Zhang was born in the Han Dynasty and had many friends in Beijing, so his ears could hear more rumors. Zhang has always admired the prince, but he had no front teeth and it was difficult to enter the palace to see him. , I have long heard that Mr. Su has a very good relationship with the Crown Prince, and I wonder if Lord General Xian can make some recommendations to Zhang, so that Zhang can better serve the Crown Prince in the future, and also help himself to improve a little bit."
Su Wu smiled slightly: "Easy to say, easy to say."
He waved his hand to one side and said, "Yu Qian, come and pay homage to Mr. Zhang."
Hearing Su Wu's voice, a green-robed official in the crowd turned around. Among the red-robed officials, he was the only one wearing a green robe.
Red official robes are for officials of the first to fourth ranks.
Tsing Yi official robes are worn by officials of fifth to seventh rank.
As for officials of the eighth and ninth grades, they wear green robes. For those who have not yet entered the ranks of miscellaneous officials, their robes, wats, and belts are the same as those for those below the eighth rank.
The students of the first term of the Academy of Arts were all important officials from the two capitals and various provinces, and the most junior ones were the fourth-rank left and right councilors. The one in the green robe stood out like a chicken among the others, attracting attention.
Yu Qian walked over, bowed his hands to Su Wu symbolically, and raised his neck. A man in green robes did this to a man in red robes, which showed how arrogant he was.
Su Wu knew Qian quite well and knew that this son would not accept anyone except His Highness, so he was used to it.
"Su Zongxian, who is this?" Zhang Chun was a little confused.
"Master of ceremonies at Zuo Chunfang, Yu Qian." Su Wudao.
Zhang Chun suddenly realized that Zuo Chunfang's Master of Ceremonies, an official of the East Palace, turned out to be someone close to the prince. No wonder.
How could he be a person with no background if he could come to the Academy of Liberal Arts with a sixth-grade official position and sit on an equal footing with important officials from various provinces?
Su Wu said with a smile: "Yu Qian has two skills. One is good at reciting poems and composing poems, and the other is reading people's fortunes. It happens to be today, why not let Yu Qian show Master Zhang's fortune?"
Zhang Chun laughed and immediately looked at Yu Qian: "Yu Xiaoyou, I wonder if you could do me a favor to take a look at it?"
Yu Qian glanced at him and said, "Okay."
Such a frivolous attitude made Zhang Chun quite unhappy, and he thought to himself: "I am just a small sixth-grade official, but he dares to be so disrespectful to me. He really does not understand the way of being an official." '
But when he thought that the other party was the prince's, he suppressed the displeasure in his heart.
Yu Qian looked at it again and again, and said calmly: "Your eyes are dull, your left ear is broken, your hall is dented, your pavilion is short, your eyebrows are protruding, and your muscles are strong due to your age. All signs indicate that you have suffered a bloody disaster recently, and you cannot escape." Tribulation. I advise you to return home quickly, order a good coffin, and plan your own funeral."
Zhang Chun was awkward on the spot, not knowing what to say.
(End of chapter)