When the thought arises.
Zhu Yunwen could no longer control himself.
His mind was filled with the woman under the east city wall. Only when he thought of that woman did he feel that his heart was still hot.
Zhu Yunwen stood up and took out his feet, his steps getting bigger and faster.
When the officers and soldiers guarding Fengyang Imperial City noticed, Zhu Yunwen had already ran out of the Imperial City and rushed towards the East City.
But suddenly, less than halfway through the journey, Zhu Yunwen suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the officers and soldiers chasing after him quickly protected the disabled person.
Zhu Yunwen looked toward the east city wall, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, turned around, and whispered under the puzzled gazes of the officers and soldiers: "Go to Duke Xin's Mansion."
In a short while, Zhu Yunwen arrived in front of Duke Xinguo's mansion, surrounded by a group of officers and soldiers who were called guards but were actually monitoring him.
Although Zhu Yunwen is now a useless person, he is still of royal blood.
Upon his arrival, Duke Xinguo's government immediately gave him sufficient courtesy and attitude.
"My father-in-law is already waiting for you in the front hall."
The chief steward of Duke Xinguo's Mansion was warm and polite, but not obsequious, bending over to guide the way.
Zhu Yunwen nodded. More than ten years of royal education made him behave calmly and elegantly even though he is now a disabled person.
All the way to the front hall of Xinguo Duke's mansion.
Zhu Yunwen saw Tang He sitting in the main seat above.
This year Tang He is nearly seventy years old.
Zhu Yunwen took a look at him silently. Tang He didn't look good, and there was little energy and blood on his face. However, he still smiled when he saw him.
"I didn't know that Mr. Wen was coming to the house today. The preparations for his humble abode were in a hurry, so he only had a pot of tea, a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed just this autumn, and a few pastries to entertain him."
Zhu Yunwen cupped his hands and looked back at the steward of the Duke's Mansion.
The steward had already matured and had been working in the palace for many years. He silently nodded and carefully retired, not forgetting to send away the servants and maids around him.
In an instant, only Zhu Yunwen and Tang He were left in the front hall.
Tang He sat silently in his seat, tasting the tea soup slowly, and looking at the cripple standing in front of him from time to time.
Seeing the other party, he never spoke.
Tang He smiled silently: "Originally, I was planning to enter the capital, but now that the weather has turned cold, my body is no longer what it used to be. I feel limp and sleepy all day long, unlike when I followed His Majesty into battle to kill the enemy. "
Zhu Yunwen nodded silently.
He understood what the old man said. He wanted to have something to say.
So, Zhu Yunwen, who clenched his hands tightly, took a deep breath.
There was a pop.
He knelt down in front of Tang He who looked surprised.
Bang bang bang.
Zhu Yunwen kowtowed three times, then raised his head, with a sincere expression on his face: "Grandpa Tang, please be a matchmaker for my grand-nephew, and beg him to marry the Qiuniang girl who cooks sugar water under the east city wall. My grand-nephew has nothing to repay in this life, he only wishes to In the next life, I can hold a ring of grass in my mouth to express my gratitude for my kindness."
Tang He was really surprised when the cripple in front of him knelt down and asked for help.
After thinking about it, Tang He couldn't help but chuckle.
Due to weakness, he could only raise his arms halfway, and said, "Get up now. Such a move will break my heart."
Zhu Yunwen pursed his lips tightly and looked directly at Tang He: "My grandnephew knows that he is just a useless person and cannot be included in the clan list. The daughter of the Duke's family will be getting married to the grandson in the near future. I came here today to ask for permission." My grandnephew is also helpless."
There was already a trace of blood on the corner of Zhu Yunwen's mouth.
He held his head high and spoke in a deep voice: "My grandnephew swears that he will never think about heaven again in this life. If he has a child in the future, he will only teach him farming and growing food. He will never disrupt the foundation of our Ming Dynasty."
Tang He blinked, not quite understanding what was the reason and what kind of woman could make Zhu Yunwen have this kind of thing.
Act like this.
Sighing softly, Tang He sighed: "If I had known now, why would I have to..."
Zhu Yunwen's expression darkened: "At first... my great-nephew didn't dare to hide it from my father-in-law. At first, my great-nephew thought he could see hope, so..."
These words are already spoken from the bottom of my heart.
Tang He nodded and waved his hand: "That's all."
As he spoke, he stood up tremblingly, walked to Zhu Yunwen, took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Zhu Yunwen's eyes.
"This letter was originally sent to me a long time ago, but it has never been handed over to you. Now it seems that it is time to give it back to you."
Zhu Yunwen was a little surprised and shocked, his eyes flashing continuously.
Just because of the title on the envelope.
Yunxi sent it to his second brother from afar to read it.
Is this a letter he sent to Zhongdu a long time ago?
Zhu Yunwen's heart was shocked, and he raised his hand unsteadily to take the letter. He couldn't wait, but he was afraid of damaging the letter, so he opened the letter carefully.
Tang He had already turned around and returned to his seat, looking at the crippled man in front of him with complicated eyes.
"My grandson sent me a letter a year ago. He will not restrict Mr. Wen's affairs in Zhongdu. As long as Mr. Wen can stay in Zhongdu with peace of mind for the rest of his life, he can worship the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty. He just wants a wife and children. , and he won’t stop it.”
Zhu Yunwen raised his head several times and lowered his head several times to look at the letter in his hand.
His handwriting is very familiar to me.
But now, the pen and ink are becoming more and more powerful, sharp and sharp, penetrating the back of the paper.
Tang He smiled silently: "Since Mr. Wen already has the person he likes, no one in the country will stop you. As long as the girl is willing, the Xinguo Duke's Mansion will take care of everything for Mr. Wen. The Imperial City is solemn , Mr. Wen's current status is that he can arrange marriages in the imperial city.
However, I believe that the Duke's Mansion can lend it to Young Master Wen, and also send him a congratulatory gift, so that Young Master Wen can live in harmony with the girl in the future and live a worry-free life. Outside the city, there is a small courtyard next to the Hao River, with a hundred acres of good irrigated land attached to it, which... the grandson placed on the name of Xinguo Gongfu.
I will give it to Master Wen only after Master Wen has what he wants today. Come to think of it, Mr. Wen would probably be happy with that place. It has mountains in the back and water in front. It can be regarded as a paradise, and it is a good place to start a family and start a business. "
Zhu Yunwen's heart became more and more shocked. He clenched the letter tightly with both hands, and his face turned red and blue.
"He is serious..."
These are all true.
The words and ink in the letter confirmed Duke Xin's words.
"It's absolutely true!" Tang He looked at Zhu Yunqi with a focused gaze: "Brothers are jealous of each other and resist their insults. This is what the grandson told me and relayed to Mr. Wen."
Zhu Yunwen was completely crazy at this time.
His eyes were distracted, his mouth was slightly opened, and he fell to the ground in submission with all his strength.
"The useless man thanks you."
After finishing his sentence, Zhu Yunwen stood up weakly and slowly, holding the pieces of letter paper tightly in his hands. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked with erratic steps.
Tang He had been sitting quietly in his seat, silently watching the cripple's departure.
After a long time, he spoke in a low voice: "The most important thing is to attack the heart. Do you really have no regrets about what you did today?"
A sigh, the feeling of autumn is getting stronger.
Outside the Xinguo Duke's mansion.
Zhu Yunwen was walking hard and breathing hard.
He turned a deaf ear to the inquiries from the officers and soldiers who were monitoring him.
After a long time, Zhu Yunwen slowly stopped. In front of him was the bustling Zhongdu Fengyang and the lively streets of the Ming Dynasty, and behind him was the silent Gongfu lane.
The late letter from Ying Tiancheng was in his hand.
Zhu Yunwen had mixed feelings at the moment.
The brother is jealous of the wall, and regrets it when he is protected from outside.
This is from the Tangdi chapter in the Book of Songs.
The whole article is full of family affection.
Unknowingly, Zhu Yunwen
His eyes became blurred.
My fingers relaxed at some point, and a few pieces of paper fell lightly to the ground.
Zhu Yunwen let out a long sigh and looked to the southeast unclearly.
A smile appeared on his face, a bit helpless and a bit emotional.
"congratulations……"
Scenes of the past passed before his eyes, making Zhu Yunwen even more infatuated.
I don’t know how much time passed.
"Mr. Wen, your letter."
"And the roasted pear syrup I brought you."
…………
Most of the officials in Yingtian City seemed to have become angry in the past two days.
Above the court, a sense of crisis came inexplicably, sweeping through and impacting all officials, and no one was spared.
Prince Shaobao, Grand Scholar of Wenhua Palace, and Minister of Civil Affairs Zhan Hui submitted three memorials within two days, all of which were resignation letters begging for bones.
After three words and three condolences.
The palace finally agreed to the resignation of this veteran minister who had served the Ming Dynasty for twelve years and had become a very popular minister.
And he gave him enough honor to fulfill his position as a supreme minister.
Additional gifts include the Crown Prince Taibao, Doctor Guanglu, and Zhu Guo.
In the twenty-seven years of the dynasty, until now, no official has been able to enjoy such an honor after returning power.
But.
Zhan Hui, who had been promoted from a seventh-rank official to a second-rank official in one year, had been in charge of the court for more than ten years, and had been the leader of the civil service for many years, was unexpectedly sent back to his hometown by the emperor.
It was unacceptable to everyone in the court.
Your Majesty is now sixty-seven years old.
Zhan Hui's begging bones were returned to his hometown. To the court, this was the beginning of the emperor's arrangements for Yu Jixi's posthumous affairs.
Old ministers are leaving the court, and newcomers are taking over their positions.
The inheritance of Sheji will be carried out in a stable manner.
He did not suppress capable ministers and officials, and waited for the rise of the new king.
Within the three generations of the Ming Dynasty today, there is no need to use such methods.
"I leave everything to you in the court."
At the foot of the Jubao Mountain in Yingtian City, Zhan Hui, who had taken off his court uniform and was wearing a jade-colored silk round-neck and large-sleeved shirt, said goodbye to his former colleagues who came to see him off.
After resigning, Zhan Hui, who had a determined nature, rarely changed into the harmonious and gentle demeanor of a country old man who was wandering around in clouds and wild cranes.
Yu Xin and Wang Jun stood aside with clasped hands, expressions a little unclear.
Ren Hengtai and Ru Yu stood side by side again, and finally Ren Hengtai said: "The Taibao has gone to his hometown. I'm afraid we won't see each other again for a long time. I only hope that the Taibao will live as long as the pines and cypresses are evergreen."
Zhan Huigong handed over his hand as a token of thanks.
Then, his eyes slowly looked at Zhai Shan, the new Minister of Civil Affairs, who was standing in front of everyone.
As he expected, after His Majesty agreed to his resignation, he would choose Zhai Shan, who had completed "Zhu Si Zhi Zhang", to be the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.
Zhai Shan met the gaze of the old minister and bowed silently: "Taibao has been appointed to the official department and has worked hard for many years. Those who are late in learning should keep in mind Taibao's style of governing officials and assist the Ming Dynasty."
Zhan Hui nodded and said leisurely: "Don't be impatient in everything. The Ministry of Personnel is the head of a hundred departments, and it was called the heavenly official in the Tang Dynasty. The Ministry of Personnel is the example of a hundred officials, inheriting from the emperor at the top and taking over from the officials at the bottom. Respect and practice your duties. You should know the secrets of official documents."
Zhai Shan also bowed his hands again and said: "Remember this in the end."
Zhan Hui waved his hand: "I don't dare to lose my academic title. I think it won't be long before His Majesty will add a bachelor to you. I will rely on you and all of you inside and outside the court."
Zhai Shan nodded and said calmly: "Moxue respectfully sends the Taibao back home."
The carriage turned quietly.
The wheels rolled over the official road.
Old friends have returned to their hometown, but today’s people are still there.
The officials who saw him off at the foot of Jubao Mountain were silent.
Zhai Shan watched Zhan Hui's carriage go far away, and slowly turned to look at his colleagues in front of him. His eyes gradually became sharper.
After the next flash, his face was already kind and smiling.
I saw Zhai Shan waving his hands and saying with a chuckle: "Everyone, Your Majesty has finished sending us off the Taibao. Today is the day when the sweet potatoes are harvested in Shanglin Garden. We had better rush over there earlier than Your Majesty. Late. I still want to taste what sweet potatoes taste like."
The new official seems to be a very chatty and kind-hearted official.
This is the voice and thoughts of officials with humble official positions and lagging behind the crowd, and their speculations about the new officials.
Yu Xin, Wang Jun and other ministers at the front were smiling silently.
"What Shangshu Zhai said is absolutely true."
"Please ask Shangshu Zhai to go first."
Zhai Shan shook his head and took a step forward. After a few steps, he turned back and grabbed the wrists of Ren Hengtai and Ru Yu. He faced Yu Xin and Wang Jun who were pushed to both sides to make way. "Several of you, follow me," he said. Go over there."
…
On the road from the Imperial City to Shanglinyuan Prison at the foot of Shenlie Mountain.
The Jin Yiwei in flying fish uniforms opened the way, and the Imperial Army Yulin Guards and the Supreme Imperial Army Guards guarded the left and right. A heavy, majestic but extremely simple emperor's carriage was moving slowly.
In Luanjia Li, Zhu Yuanzhang only wore a pair of coarse linen clothes today.
If you add some vegetation and soil at this time, you will look like an old farmer in the field.
Prince Zhu Biao was dressed in dark blue uniform and fit to sit beside him.
Zhu Yunxi is the most popular one among young people in Beijing today.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his precious eldest grandson, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face, and praised for no reason: "This crimson yellow one has to be the most attractive to our young man."
Yisa is another name for Yisa.
Fei yellow, that is, red-orange dark color. It's not eye-catching, but it has the vitality of a young man.
Zhu Yunxi had a smile on his face: "Today is a happy day. Naturally, my grandson also thought that this suit would be more suitable. But I never thought about you, grandpa..."
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand: "We know how to do farm work, can you do it too? It's a good thing if you don't cause trouble to your grandfather and me later."
Zhu Yunxi lowered his head with a smile and couldn't help but look at his palms.
It’s been so many years since I’ve been inactive.
At this time, Zhu Biao said softly from the side: "Zhan Shaobao should have left the capital by now. All the officials were sent to see him off, so he must have less resentment in his heart."
Zhu Yuanzhang snorted twice: "It's good to have grievances. If the government hadn't been like this, we would have wanted him to work for a few more years. Now let him retire and return to his hometown. If we don't let people have grievances in their hearts, we will be unreasonable." Already."
Zhu Biao nodded.
After the old man ascended the throne, he abolished the official position of the prime minister within a few years, and the emperor took over all the power in the world.
The Ming Dynasty will not mention anything about the assistant minister now.
Employ people with hard work, and use people for others.
Zhu Yunxi lowered his head, but his mind was filled with thoughts.
Officials are a group of extremely keen animals. At this time, the officials in the DPRK and China have probably smelled the change in the old man's thinking on governing.
In the thirteenth year of Hongwu's reign, Prime Minister Hu Weiyong was killed for his unruly plot, and his official position was completely abolished, implicating more than 15,000 people. Later, he continued to expand the implication, purging the civil, military and Huaiyou heroes of the court.
In the 23rd year of Hongwu's reign, another grand master, Li Shanchang, had a relationship with Hu Weiyong and was sentenced to death for rebellion. Since then, there have been many connections.
It's just that in the past two years, it has gradually calmed down.
If it hadn't been for his own arrival, in the 26th year of Hongwu last year, Liang Guogong's blue jade eucalyptus would have exploded. It would have lasted until the old man passed away and journeyed to the west. Hundreds of thousands of people were purged and implicated, just for today. The cripple can successfully take power.
At present, there is no more blue jade eucalyptus.
But it is obvious that whether it is himself or the old man, his distrust of civil servants has never disappeared.
Zhan Hui retired as a first-class official, only
This is just the beginning.
When everyone in the court is in danger, how many people will be unable to bear it, and how many places will explode.
No one knows.
Zhu Yunxi finally raised his head and looked calmly at the old man who was already looking forward to today's sweet potato harvest.
The butcher's knife is still in the hands of the old man, and the imperial power of Ming Dynasty has not been exploited.
In fact, the imperial court is far richer and richer than before, and the people are yearning for it.
Who wins and who loses?
"Zhai Shan, the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and all the officials respectfully welcome Your Majesty. Today we will witness the grand occasion, which will be recorded in the history books in the coming days."
When Zhu Yunxi's thoughts completely dispersed, the respectful greetings of Zhai Shan, the new minister of the Ministry of Personnel, could be heard outside Luan Jia.
Zhu Yunxi helped the old man get up, but before walking out of Luanjia, he was pushed away by the old man.
Standing at the forefront of Luan Jia, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the officials led by Zhai Shan.
"Today, regardless of whether you are a king or a minister, you should put down your official pretensions and accompany me, an old farmer, to dig food in the sweet potato field."
The emperor wanted to be an old farmer, but officials like Zhai Shan did not dare to take it seriously, and they all came forward to surround Luan Jia diligently.
On the other side, the officials at Shanglinyuan Prison, led by the supervisor Yuan Sutai, were pushed to the outermost position by their colleagues.
Finally, having no other choice, Yuan Sutai drove all the officials under his command to the sweet potato field, and waited here with two people in case the emperor might inquire at any time.
Zhu Yuanzhang bypassed the group of beasts in front of him and finally found Yuan Sutai in front of the Shanglinyuan Prison Gate. He immediately waved and walked towards him.
"Yuan Qing, these sweet potatoes grow on the territory of Linyuan Prison in Linshang. Can you tell us, how is the harvest of this sweet potato?"
As he spoke, Zhu Yuanzhang was already holding Yuan Sutai's hand and walking towards the Bipa Lake sweet potato field.
A group of courtiers were left, staring enviously at Yuan Sutai who was being held by the emperor.
Zhu Yunxi walked behind with his father, looking at the appearance of these officials, and smiled slightly.
"Everyone, it's better to follow quickly."
"Grandpa said that we all need to go digging for food in the fields together."
