At the end of the 22nd year of Yongle, Zhu Di left Beijing and began his southern tour.
At this time, Zhu Di was already very old, but after feeling that his health had improved to a certain extent, he still decided to leave Beijing and tour the south of the Yangtze River.
Emperor Yongle has always been restless, and he does not want to be trapped in the palace for a long time like other emperors.
In addition, his son is indeed capable, so although there is no longer the Five Expeditions to Mobei in the original time and space, Zhu Di still often leaves the capital under the pretext of patrolling the north and the south.
And this time, it was his last time to leave Beijing.
Zhu Di seemed to have expected all this, and he brought his confidant Yan Keng with him.
This time the tour was slow but serious. Zhu Di carefully inspected the defenses of many important places and saw many places of interest.
He returned to Nanjing and came to the Qinhuai River.
Without alerting anyone, he took Yan Keng and some soldiers and stood on the tallest building, looking at Qin Huai under the night.
With singing and dancing and boats being painted, Qinhuai has begun to take on the appearance of a land of fireworks and willows.
He just looked at the light from a distance.
"Such a great river and mountains are really nostalgic... What a pity, what a pity!" He sighed softly and expressed emotion.
"If your Majesty likes it, why not stay in Nanjing for a while and rest for a while." Yan Keng felt the strong aura of old age in Zhu Di's words and quickly replied.
When Zhu Di heard this, he just smiled and said nothing.
At this time, he suddenly felt that the reputation behind his life, which he originally valued so much, had faded a bit.
Look, this is my world, this is my Ming Dynasty! So prosperous, so gorgeous! Even if there are people in future generations who will question and smear, they can’t cover up the brilliance of my Yongle Dynasty!
But, after all, I still can’t let go of this country...
"Mo Lin." Zhu Di suddenly turned around. He stretched out his wrinkled hand and held Yan Keng tightly.
"You have been following me since the year of Hongwu, and you have made great achievements with me in my expeditions south and north. I have never treated you badly and made you a very popular minister along the way. Now I also know that I am not going to die soon. The only thing I can do is The only thing I can’t let go of is the mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty.”
"After my death, you must assist Gao Chi well. This child is good at handling government affairs, but he is too kind, but it is difficult for him to become a wise king. You are steady and determined, which just complements him."
"Your Majesty is at his peak in the Spring and Autumn Period, and he will surely live a long life, and the years will still last." Yan Keng replied with a forced smile. But he soon discovered that Emperor Yongle was still holding him tightly, with such strength that he almost pulled out bleeding marks, and still had no intention of letting go.
In the cloudy eyes, there is concern for the country and the eldest son.
He wants an accurate answer.
Yan Keng was a little moved, and he whispered:
"Your Majesty, don't worry. I will do my best to assist the prince and do my best until I die!"
Zhu Di finally smiled. The other party's answer seemed to reassure him. He let go of Yan Keng, lay back on the chair, and stopped talking for a long time.
Until late at night.
"Your Majesty, it's already midnight, it's time to rest."
"His Majesty?"
"His Majesty!"
…
In April of the 23rd year of Yongle, Zhu Di died in Nanjing at the age of sixty-four.
In his arms lay a long-prepared edict, in which Prince Gao Chi ascended the throne as emperor, Chen Guogong Yan Keng assisted in the administration, and Yang Shiqi, Yang Rong, and Yang Pu assisted him.
When the prince heard the news, he was greatly saddened. He led all his officials to dress in plain clothes and went south to greet the spirit in person.
Zhu Di's body was buried in Changling at the southern foot of the main peak of Tianshou Mountain in Changping, and he was buried together with Queen Xu.
His posthumous title is "Emperor of the Supreme Court of Heaven, Great Dao, Ming, Guangyun, Shengwu, Shengong, Pure Benevolence and Supreme Xiaowen", and his temple name is Taizong.
A generation of great emperors has come to an end.
During his twenty-three years in power, he dredged canals, sailed to the Western Ocean, built great ceremonies, leveled grasslands, and moved the capital to Beijing. All he did in one period were contributions to the ages, and his name will be heard for thousands of years.
However, no matter how heroic a character is, he cannot withstand the erosion of time.
Zhu Gaochi ascended the throne at Fengtianmen, and the following year was designated as the first year of Hongxi.
Yan Ling came to Beijing and witnessed this moment.
This time, he didn't pretend.
It's no longer necessary.
Almost everyone who knew him has died.
Although Zhu Gaochi had seen him, he had only seen one or two faces of the old Yan Ling. Most of the time, he was either in Zhongdu or Beijing, and could not see him at all.
Unrecognizable.
"[I witness!]"
"[Yongle passed away, Hong Xi succeeded to the throne, the prosperous age continued, and the family prospered!]"
"[Reward: Qi Observation Technique]"
"[People have Qi, things have Qi, and the dynasties of heaven and earth also have Qi. Let's observe...]"
Qi Observation Technique! It’s actually a skill!
This shocked Yan Ling a little, because in essence, it can be regarded as a disguised form of predicting the future, although it only has one general direction.
But that's enough. Yan Ling's brain is not a supercomputer. Although he has memorized many important events, there are also many events that have been forgotten. Qi-watching is an excellent help to him in this regard.
He immediately cast it on the people around him.
Most of the soldiers around him only had a layer of rich yellow energy, which was the life energy of all people. However, those dignitaries and high-ranking officials still had red energy. The more prominent they were, the brighter the red color. He saw it. His son's red aura was so rich and bright that it was almost like blood dripping down.
The emperor on the high platform was surrounded by purple energy, but his life energy was extremely thin, with a few wisps of gray energy mixed in.
Yan Ling thought about it and understood the reason.
Zhu Gaochi's life is actually coming to an end.
Thinking of this, he suddenly became excited. If nothing else happened, he would be able to receive another reward soon.
Then, he scanned Zhu Gaochi.
"[Politics: 90 Military: 82 Management: 94 Force: 40 Diplomacy: 80]"
The emperor's political and management abilities were outstanding, especially in management. Yan Ling had rarely seen such high abilities. Only Li Shanchang and Zhu Yuanzhang in the later period could compare with him.
Thinking about it, Ming Dynasty will usher in a prosperous period under his hands.
But this time, Zhu Di really fought all the battles that needed to be fought. Except for the western grasslands and the thousands of defeated soldiers led by Mahamu, the Ming Dynasty's border troubles have basically been put down, and most of the grasslands have been included. The rule of Ming Dynasty.
After the enthronement ceremony, Yan Ling did not leave Beijing, but stayed.
Zhu Di is dead.
The last shackles that bound the family fell off.
The affairs of Ningbo Mansion were handed over to Duke Yue who stayed in Nanjing, while Yan Ling lived in a secluded house in Chen Guogong's Mansion in Beijing.
After all, the center of the Ming Dynasty is now in Beijing. If it is controlled remotely in the south, it will be too far away, which will easily lead to time differences.
Remote Control South in Beijing is relatively better.
At least in the early to mid-Ming Dynasty, Beijing was the center of gravity of the family, and was temporarily higher than the development of the Southeast family.
There were many major events in the Ming Dynasty. If one of them failed, decades of efforts could easily be ruined. He could let his descendants handle matters freely most of the time, but the rudder of the general direction must be in his own hands. inside.
Even if it is through some shady means.
He glanced at the cup in his props.
Hope you won't need it.
(End of chapter)
