Xie Jin was speechless.
Even though he knew that Jin Yiwei's handling of such a matter was not in compliance with the rules, he had no reason or excuse, let alone any way, to say that this matter should not be done.
More than a thousand famous scholars are now imprisoned in the Jinyiwei Prison. According to the news they just received, the Jinyiwei will punish ten people every day on Baihu Street outside the Jinyiwei Yamen.
Then these more than a thousand people will need Jin Yiwei to fight continuously for more than a hundred days.
More than a hundred days, just over three months.
After more than three months, the examination in Yingtian City should also be about to begin.
Xie Jin raised his hands to Sun Chenggong, who came to report: "Can Sun Qianhu please tell me, will those students still be imprisoned in the imperial prison after being punished?"
Sun Cheng nodded: "That's the case. The commander has given orders that the number of sticks must be the same and the number of days of imprisonment must be the same. The Jinyi Guards are fair and will never cause anyone to be wronged."
When talking about this matter, Sun Cheng actually showed reverence, with a noble expression on his face that he had upheld the justice of the Ming Dynasty's laws for another day.
Jie Jin opened his mouth, and his abdomen trembled silently a few times.
If Jin Yiwei was really so fair, he wouldn't be in this situation after all these years. Just by wearing a flying fish suit with embroidered spring knives, he could stop a child from crying.
Zhu Yunxi said: "Ten people are beaten with sticks every day. This is a warning. Although they are only those ten people, they are really struck in the hearts of those who believe in Neo-Confucianism."
Jie Jin smiled helplessly: "Three months, is this set aside by Your Highness for your service?"
For three whole months, Jin Yiwei would scold ten people in front of the Yamen every day. This would definitely frighten those who believed in Neo-Confucianism, and would also temporarily stop them.
Then these three months should be the time to study hard and make progress.
Xie Jin looked at the emperor's grandson in front of him and felt that this matter was probably the one he asked Jin Yiwei to handle.
Zhu Yunxi shook his head: "This is not what we ordered Jiang Yu to do."
"Not Your Highness?" Jie Jin's face showed confusion: "If it weren't for Your Highness's arrangement, what Jin Yiwei would do..."
Zhu Yunxi waved his hand: "The Jinyi Guards are full of human spirits."
After saying that, he stood up, glanced at the piles of eucalyptus slips on the table, curled his lips and smiled: "Let's go to the main hall, but we still have to leave this place to Xie."
After saying that, Zhu Yunxi had already walked away.
Jie Jin was left alone, facing the piles of eucalyptus slips in front of him blankly, and could only let out a long sigh.
He didn't need to open these eucalyptus slips to know that most of the memorials presented to the court recently criticized the unity of heart, study, knowledge and action.
Speaking of which, walking in the Wenhua Palace did bring some advantages.
Xie Jin couldn't help but think of a joke told by his grandson when Xia Yuanji and Tie Xuan got together last year before they left Beijing.
Who in the hall is suing me?
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Xie Jin's face, and he reached out to open a memorial at the top of the eucalyptus slip. It was indeed a treasure trove of criticism.
Without thinking too much, Xie Jin put the memorial aside in a place belonging to Liu Zhong. Then among the complicated memorials, he usually removed the memorials that really needed his opinions on how to deal with them. He reviewed the memorials, made paper notes and comments, and finally the grandson personally read them and decided whether to approve them or not.
Let’s talk about Zhu Yunxi who was rushing from the Zhongji Hall to the main hall.
Accompanying him on the left and right behind him were Sun Gou'er, the steward of the inner palace, and Yu Tian, his personal servant. As for Sun Cheng, he had already finished reporting the affairs of the Jin Yiwei and went out of the palace to do business again.
Zhu Yunxi walked very slowly, and after he had left the confines of the three main halls, he turned to Yu Tian, who was bending behind him and asked: "I heard that you ran into Liu Sanwu, the old man, in the palace yesterday?"
Yutian stopped immediately, looked up at the emperor's grandson with some uneasiness, and then immediately lowered his head.
There was no time to think about it, just the question flashed through his mind. Yutian suddenly thought about it and said in a low voice: "I am the grandson's son, and I only think about the grandson. Although Liu Sheren is a state affairs, I don't understand." , I just know that I can’t let my great grandson lose his face.”
Sun Gouer on the side turned his head and glanced blankly.
This young grandson's personal servant.
Zhu Yunxi paused: "You are a well-behaved and sensible person."
Yu Tian hurriedly whispered: "I don't dare."
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said: "Since you are a well-behaved and sensible person, you should remember in the future that you should keep a respectful distance from foreign officials."
After saying something indifferently, Zhu Yunxi raised his feet and continued on his way. The waiters who were tired and lagging behind carrying the sliding pole could only follow slowly.
Yu Tian responded, but looked at Sun Gou'er next to him with puzzled eyes, showing a look of confusion.
Sun Gou'er coughed lightly and whispered: "You should remember what my grandson said in your heart and slowly understand it."
What the old dog said was vague. Yutian blinked, lowered his body and followed the other person's footsteps: "That's what the supervisor taught you."
Sun Gouer nodded and said no more.
In the palace, someone named Zhu appeared, and the fight was far more intense than in the previous dynasty. Today he can be the manager of the inner palace because of the emperor's trust. What if we wait until later?
Sun Gou'er silently stared at Yu Tian beside him, thinking about how this boy didn't know. As long as he opened his mouth, he would recognize him as his godson.
It seems that I still need to go back and mention a few things.
But he didn't talk about the thoughts of the officials.
Zhu Yunxi had already arrived at the main hall and saw Song Cheng, the prince's personal servant, standing outside the door.
Seeing his grandson coming, Song Cheng immediately stepped forward and said, "I'm here to see you, Third Master."
Zhu Yunxi waved his hand and looked outside at the closed door of the main study room: "Song Daban, the old man and his father are both in there? Why haven't classes ended yet today?"
Song Cheng said in a low voice: "Your Majesty personally taught the lessons for the princes today, and the lectures took a long time. The prince came out and ordered the servants to bring lunch. Most of the princes have finished their meals, and there will still be lunch in the evening. There’s going to be a lecture.”
Zhu Yunxi nodded, and then he saw a group of palace ladies coming over with food boxes behind them, and they stood in pairs in rows beside them.
He walked lightly to the door and listened carefully to what was going on in the house.
Zhu Yunxi laughed silently when he heard the voice of the old man inside, and the old man repeating numerous instructions, asking the princes who have not yet joined the vassal to be close to farming, seek truth in everything, and be down-to-earth. got up.
Before he could knock on the door, the door was already opened from inside.
Zhu Biao raised his eyebrows and looked at his son who was standing at the door with his head bent, and he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"
It felt like someone had been caught in the act at the base of the wall.
The corners of Zhu Yunxi's mouth twitched, he turned around and whispered: "The son met his father and went down to court. The son talked with Xie Jin for a while, leaving him to review the memorial in Zhongji Hall, and the son came over."
When he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers in the room.
It was the old man who finished class and allowed those uncles to eat.
Zhu Biao walked out with a cane and ordered the palace ladies who were carrying food boxes: "Send the lunch in."
Gong'e walked into the classroom of the main hall in groups with their heads lowered.
Zhu Biao looked at his son: "How is your morning today?"
Zhu Yunxi tilted his head and asked with a smile: "Did father ask about Xinxue, or was it about the fight in the bookstore and newspaper office yesterday?"
Zhu Biao glared: "What I'm asking about is government affairs!"
Zhu Yunxi snorted and said: "This morning, people from the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple came out to impeach Xie Jin, saying that he was causing trouble. They probably wanted to accuse him of being a Confucian rebel who deceived his teachers and destroyed his ancestors."
Zhu Biao hummed twice and was about to speak.
Zhu Yuanzhang's meaningful laughter came from behind: "Is that boy Jie Jin being scolded like this in front of you?"
Facing the old man who came out, Zhu Yunxi hurriedly turned around and said, "Grandson, see you grandpa."
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and stepped aside, followed by two palace ladies who were still carrying food boxes and walked out.
As if they had already received the emperor's order, the two maids opened the food box and walked onto the steps in front of the door.
Zhu Yuanzhang patted his butt and sat down, looking up at the father and son Zhu Biao and Zhu Yunxi who were still confused.
"Sit down
, do you want us to put the taste of rice in your mouth? "
After scolding, Zhu Yuanzhang had already pulled out the layers of food boxes and placed them on the steps in front of the door.
Zhu Yunxi hurriedly helped his father sit down on the steps slowly. He looked around and could only sit at the bottom of the steps with his legs crossed.
Suddenly, under the steps in front of the main classroom, a scene like the most unruly farmhouse appeared among the surrounding golden glazed tiles and bright red pillars.
Zhu Yuanzhang chose the most plump piece of braised pork belly, took a bite of rice, and stuffed it into his mouth.
When he finally chewed it all, he swallowed it down his esophagus and into his stomach.
After heaving a sigh of relief, Zhu Yuanzhang said: "You kid, you have to talk first, and then you can eat after you finish."
Zhu Yunxi had no choice but to take a look at his father who was already cooking up his favorite fried chicken with vine pepper and white pepper. He could only close his mouth and tell the story of what happened at today's meeting.
Finally, Zhu Yunxi, who was already hungry from the smell of the vegetables, looked longingly at the old man who was eating.
Zhu Yuanzhang hummed, took the last bite of rice soaked in braised gravy into his stomach, put down the bowl and patted his stomach quickly.
"You boy should go to the imperial kitchen to work."
The old man sighed carelessly, causing Zhu Yunxi to stop caring. He lowered his head and started to join in the battle with his father to grab the white chicken.
Zhu Biao raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at his son. With a quick flick of his hand, he put the last chicken drumstick he had saved into his bowl.
At the end of the day, Zhu Yunxi, who could only pick up a few green vegetables and eat rice, groaned for a while.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at this scene, smiled slightly, and then said: "I handled it well today. I know how to deflect the situation. But looking back, your second uncle and others should focus their energy on the martial arts hall."
The Martial Arts Hall was the Royal Military Academy that Zhu Yunxi originally planned.
Probably because the old man still felt a little ashamed after all, the martial arts hall that was about to be built recently was officially named the Ming Martial Arts Lecture Hall.
The dean is still the old man himself, and there are three vice-presidents: the founding Duke Chang Sheng, Liang Guogong Lan Yu, and the Chief Governor of the Chinese Army Governor's Office Tang Li. There are quite a few honorary vice-deans. Almost all the Dukes who can be counted in the Ming Dynasty were made honorary vice-deans by Zhu Yuanzhang.
As for the instructors below, they are the noble generals in Beijing now, and they must be uncles at the very least.
Now the martial arts hall has begun to select potential talents in the military, and the school will start soon.
Chang Sheng's energy cannot be allocated to government affairs for the time being.
Zhu Yunxi nodded, but looked at his father who was chewing the chicken drumsticks with resentment.
Zhu Yuanzhang continued: "The study of mind, or the practical mind study you recently proposed, we still have the original meaning, and you can balance the scales yourself. As long as the old man Liu Sanwu is beaten, we will eventually give him some advice. He showed some mercy."
When he arrived here, Zhu Yunxi suddenly raised his head and said, "What if he really doesn't care about human feelings?"
Prince Zhu Biao, who was gnawing on the chicken drumstick, immediately let go of the drumstick and lowered his head to look at the old man.
Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly and did not speak. He just glanced at Zhu Yunxi with his murderous eyes.
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The time is September, and the order belongs to the third autumn.
The golden autumn of the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty finally arrived amidst everyone's expectations.
Outside the city, the mountains and plains were dyed red, autumn grains were put into the warehouse one after another, and the nobles from all over the world also entered Yingtian City one by one.
Three months passed in silence.
During these three months, Ying Tiancheng seemed to have maintained a calm situation.
Except that every day on Baihu Street, ten scholars would be pulled out and given ten sticks as street sticks, there was no other movement.
The only bright spot is that among the many military camps in Xicheng, a very large martial arts hall opened quietly without causing much commotion.
The first batch of students, who come from the Ming Dynasty's powerful families, the Jingwei General School, and the Zhili Guard General School, have been studying in the martial arts hall for nearly two months.
Only
Yes, war is too far away for the people in Yingtian City.
It's as far away as the city of Beiping, the Jiubian, and the Japanese country across the sea.
The Enke Examination, which is about to begin in the golden autumn, is what everyone is paying attention to.
Merchants did not dare to think that they could grab the Jinke Tanhualang, but the two ranking Jinshi could still catch one or two to take home.
It is said that the imperial court will recruit officials on a large scale this year, and there will definitely be countless Jinshis in the two rankings this year. Therefore, there are not many other people in Yingtian City recently, but there are countless merchants and gentry waiting to capture their sons-in-law.
With the excitement outside, it must be a scene that never lets the summer heat leave Yingtian City.
There is always a murderous atmosphere on Baihu Street.
It's probably because both sides of Baihu Street are either the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion or the yamen of Jinyiwei that can make people shudder at just one glance.
Gao Yangzhi, a student of the Imperial College and deputy director of the Book and Newspaper Bureau, walked to the entrance of the Jinyi Wei Yamen with his head lowered, wearing a light shirt that was not very conspicuous and a square scarf.
"This is the royal guard. No one else is allowed to enter."
The royal guard Tiqi, who was guarding the door, muttered angrily.
No one is willing to take the initiative to come to Jinyiwei. If he hadn't seen that the other party was a young student wearing Confucian uniform, he would have thrown the other party into the street at this moment.
Gao Yangzhi lowered his head and reached into his arms, looking to see if the Jin Yiwei would think that he was going to take out the murder weapon because of his actions.
There was no picture as expected, which made Gao Yangzhi feel a little inexplicable.
Then, a sign was displayed in front of the royal guard Tiqi guarding the Yamen.
Tiqi immediately bowed with a sullen face and cupped his fists: "Send the adults in, little one."
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Asking for a monthly ticket~
Chapter 247 Entering the Imperial Guard
