Zhu Qiyu expressed his understanding of the ministers' urgent need to feel proud in front of the Wala people.
But understanding is understanding, and we still need to pour a ladle of cold water on it to curb everyone's enthusiasm.
Zhu Qiyu went through the important officials of the imperial court in his mind, and then replied to everyone: "I remember that when the King of Han rebelled, Xuan Miao personally conquered Le'an.
When the king of Han surrendered, he ordered Yu Qian to count his crimes. Yu Qian's lyrics are brand-new and his voice is powerful. The king of Han fell to the ground and trembled, saying that he was dead, and the Xuan Temple was very happy.
Wala rose to prominence during the Xuande era, and now they have sent important officials from the Xuande Temple to enumerate their crimes, which can be considered a beginning and an end. What do you think? "
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other. Wang Wen and others were all puzzled as to why their emperor's absurd energy had recurred. Why didn't the emperor leave such a good job to the limelight to his cronies? This is not in line with the emperor's behavior.
However, if you don't understand, you don't understand. With Zhu Qiyu's current authority, no one will refute such a trivial matter.
Maybe the emperor's move had a deeper meaning that was difficult for ordinary people to understand. The ministers did not get too entangled in the matter, and Wang Wen continued to ask for instructions:
"May I ask Your Majesty, how should I deal with it first?"
Zhu Qiyu smiled without thinking: "Put Ye and Amasangchi together first, let their father and son have a good reunion, and your punishment department will be responsible for guarding them.
Let Amasangchi take good care of his old father for a few days, and then he will be officially free. As for Ye Xian, good food, good drinks and good hospitality, but no one is allowed to walk around and no one is allowed to visit. "
Wang Wen asked again: "What about Boyan Timur? Do you want to take the opportunity to detain him in the capital?"
When Zhu Qiyu heard this, he immediately waved his hands firmly: "Absolutely not. As an emperor, integrity is the most important thing. I asked people to come to Beijing to pay tribute, and then arrested them for no reason. Isn't this blatant fraud?
How can I, the great emperor of tomorrow, do such a thing? After doing this, no one will dare to believe me in the future. "
Wang Wen didn't really want to detain Boyan Timur, but he just asked in vain.
After Wang Wen finished speaking, Yu Shiyue, the Minister of Rites, took over the conversation and reported to Zhu Qiyu: "Your Majesty, Prince Consort Zhao Hui requested to meet Your Majesty, and this report was sent to the Ministry of Rites. How to reply, please tell me."
"Zhao Hui?"
Yu Shiyue quickly explained: "She is the sixteenth daughter of Taizu and the consort of Princess Baoqing."
Zhu Qiyu smiled bitterly and said: "I know, what I mean is, didn't this concubine have more than a hundred concubines, and he was as happy as a god in Nanjing every day?
What did he do in Beijing? Who asked him to come to Beijing? "
Yu Shiyue replied helplessly: "His Majesty summoned some ministers from Nanjing to report their work in Beijing. In addition to the ministers who were explicitly summoned, you also authorized Wei Guogong to bring some relevant people to Beijing as appropriate."
When Zhu Qiyu heard this, he could only shake his head and smile bitterly. My original intention was to let Wei Guogong go to Beijing with useful talents and inspect it personally. Duke Guo of Wei was kind enough to bring Zhao Hui, the ancestor, to me.
This guy is three generations older than me, so what's the point of meeting him? Did he come to Beijing to teach me a lesson?
During this extremely sensitive period, Zhu Qiyu looked at everyone as if they were here to preach to him.
Old clan members like Zhao Hui, who cannot be beaten or scolded, are the most difficult to deal with.
The key point is that it is really not appropriate to give someone a closed door. Zhu Qiyu sighed: "Let the prince-in-law come over in the afternoon tomorrow."
Yu Shiyue quickly agreed and took out a roster and handed it over: "Your Majesty, these are the names, place of origin, age and family situation of this Jinshi. The Ministry of Rites has made preliminary statistics. Please take a look at it."
Zhu Qiyu nodded with satisfaction and took it easily.
Although the palace examination marking has not yet begun, since the palace examination only ranks the candidates and does not exclude candidates, these people are already certain to become Jinshi. Yu Shiyue was afraid that the emperor would be impatient, so he ordered the officials of the Ministry of Ceremonies to sort out the roster in advance.
And unlike before, the information recorded by the Ministry of Rites this time was more detailed, and even the life experiences of the candidates were clearly recorded.
Zhu Qiyu is very satisfied with this. He can first take a look at the general situation and initially screen out which people are worthy of cultivation.
Fearing that the crowd would have another problem, Zhu Qiyu ordered everyone to disperse, while he strolled back to his room leisurely.
After changing clothes and freshening up, Zhu Qiyu leaned comfortably on the soft couch, took out the Jinshi roster and looked at it carefully.
Qianxue and Suxi leaned on Zhu Qiyu's side, dilly-dally preparing to do something bad.
When the atmosphere in the room was gradually heating up, Zhu Qiyu suddenly rubbed his face and sat up straight.
Several concubines were shocked.
Lin Xiangyu, who was concentrating on the "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming" not far away, followed the sound and couldn't help teasing: "My husband is already a father, why are he not as stable as your son? None of our little kids are as good as you." Shocking."
Zhu Qiyu asked innocently: "I have lost count. If a person was born in the 10th year of Xuande and became a Jinshi this year, how old should he be now?"
"Xuande was born in the tenth year?"
Lin Xiangyu was stunned when she heard this.
Qianxue next to her also felt a little unbelievable, so she started to count them one by one with her fingers: "The tenth year of Xuande, the first year of Zhengtong,..., the fourteenth year of Zhengtong, the first year of Jingtai, the second year of Jingtai...
If the Nu family counts correctly, Xuande was born in the tenth year, so he should be seventeen this year, right? "
After counting, Qianxue asked everyone unconfidently.
Lin Xiangyu also nodded somewhat unconfidently: "The Nu family was born in the first year of Zhengtong, and he is sixteen years old this year. If he was born in the tenth year of Xuande, he should be seventeen years old, right?"
Qianxue still didn't believe it: "It's impossible. How can a person pass the Jinshi examination at the age of seventeen? Let alone whether he can understand those books after reading them. Even the first-level examination process will not last ten years. I can’t even finish it in eight years.”
Zhu Qiyu handed over the booklet in his hand: "Look, this is how the Ministry of Rites recorded it in the tenth year of Xuande."
Zhu Qiyu didn't believe that the Ministry of Rites would record errors. After all, everyone wrote in traditional Chinese characters, and it was impossible for the so-called folk song to change "Zhuan was located on the fourteenth son" to "Zhuan was located on the fourth son."
Wang Xian, courtesy name Weichen, was a native of Renhe County, Hangzhou Prefecture, Zhejiang Province, with military status. He was born in the 10th year of Xuande. In the first year of Jingtai, he won the 49th place in the tribute examination.
Not only did he enter high school at the age of seventeen, but his ranking in the examination was quite high.
Looking at the new dynasty and new atmosphere in Jingtai, Zhu Qiyu now somewhat believes that he is the destiny.
Everyone sighed again, and Lin Xiangyu took advantage of the situation and asked: "Mr. Cheng has been in Beijing for many days. Although he has been summoned together with the Nanjing garrison eunuch Yuan Cheng before, after all, Mr. Cheng is one of the few old ministers of my husband. Over the years, It’s not easy, my husband, do you want to summon me alone to express your condolences?”
Zhu Qiyu heard this and replied: "Actually, I still don't understand why Mr. Cheng came to Beijing this time. I didn't call him by name."
Lin Xiangyu replied seriously: "Mr. Cheng asked Wei Guogong to take him to the capital to serve his son."
"Serve your own son?"
(End of chapter)
