"In the rustling autumn rain, the shallow stones are dripping."
"The line "The Poet Buddha King You Cheng" is quite in line with the times." Behind Youshun Gate and Liu Ke Corridor are located in the courtyard of the Ming Dynasty Taxation Office.
The rain falls on the pomegranates and the red flowers dance. In the spacious corridor, a copper stove is boiling on a tea table, and two wicker chairs are gently swaying.
Zhu Yunxi looked at the pomegranate tree in the courtyard that had grown countless pomegranates this year, and read Wang Wei's poem.
Zhu Gaochi, who was lying on the wicker chair next to him, was a little lazy. He held a few green dates in season in his hand and used peanuts roasted in the fire to moisten his throat with Qihong.
After a while, the pomegranate tree will be ready for picking. Zhu Gaochi lazily looked at the pomegranate tree in the autumn rain and thought to himself.
"This pomegranate plant is growing well, and the tax office happens to be here. You will definitely have many children and many blessings in the future." Zhu Yunxi looked at the fat man next to him and said softly.
Such autumn rain, such a season, makes people reluctant to move. As for Xiaopang's future, having more children is certain.
He has several great children. As for whether he is blessed, Zhu Yunxi feels that starting from now, he will definitely be blessed in the future.
In late autumn and early winter, it was the day I got married. Zhu Gaochi turned his head and rolled his eyes at Zhu Yunxi, and then said: "The news released by Wenyuan Pavilion is that the second assistant Xie Jin will go to the Imperial College to teach in the near future. This move is probably to cater to the students of the Imperial College who are parading around to praise their merits."
"The imperial court suppressed the stubbornness of Neo-Confucianism, but people in the world cannot be ignorant, and they must be literate and hyphenated." Zhu Yunxi nodded and clarified the true meaning: "Guozijian is a place that the world's scholars yearn for. If we can truly return to our hearts, we can spread the teachings The education work can be done." Zhu Gaochi speculated and said: "I just didn't expect that it wasn't Ren Ge who went to the Imperial Academy."
"Ren Hengtai did this for me." Zhu Yunxi directly stated Ren Hengtai's thoughts and looked at Xiaopang.
Zhu Gaochi blinked, with a smile on his face: "The chief assistant is really the chief assistant. The more he behaves like this, the less you can rush to straighten Xie Jin." However, Zhu Yunxi shook his head: "Ren Hengtai maintains his integrity and goes to court. No one can compare with him. If he had these thoughts, he would never have had the opportunity to preside over the Wenyuan Pavilion in the morning. Let alone the place, it is just that in the Yingtian Dynasty, nearly 40% of the people who have learned from their disciples are now officials. He appointed Hengtai as the chief. Fu, there is no way he doesn’t know about this. When the cabinet goes to the Imperial College, he knows both emotionally and rationally that it is most appropriate to let Mr. Xie go."
"Is this the case when he handed over the affairs of the Three Law Departments to Gao Chunfeng?" Now the status of the cabinet in the court has been made clear, and the outside world will know immediately if there is any slightest sign of trouble.
For example, if Gao Yangzhi takes over the government affairs related to the Three Laws Department, the next moment the cabinet decides, the various departments and offices in the court will know.
Zhu Yunxi smiled: "Our chief assistant wants to do something, but matters related to the Three Laws Department often involve many people. Gao Chunfeng also wants to do something, so he just took advantage of this. After all, young people always hate evil as much as they hate it. "
"Isn't this considered thought?" Zhu Gaochi muttered. Zhu Yunxi's eyes were already looking at the remaining petals on the fruits that had grown out of the autumn rain in the courtyard, as well as the flower cores that had not yet grown fruits. They were constantly falling off their branches due to the beating of the rain. head.
After pondering for a moment, Zhu Yunxi finally spoke: "It's not just bad intentions. But what matters the cabinet ministers will be responsible for in the future must be decided by the decree of the Holy Spirit, rather than the cabinet's own decision. This must be taken back." After he finished speaking, Zhu Gaochi immediately frowned. One pick.
There are really too many meanings to this statement. When everyone thought that the top power structure of the Ming Dynasty had been established, there were still unfinished plans.
Zhu Gaochi couldn't help but patted his thigh with his palm: "Do you want Zhai Shan, the Minister of Personnel, to make a move?"
"The Ministry of Personnel is in charge of the world's officials, how can An not join the cabinet?" Zhu Yunxi chuckled. According to history and his point of view, the two ministers, such as the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Revenue, must be in the cabinet.
However, due to various reasons, Zhai Shan, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, did not enter the cabinet this time, but Zhu Yunxi deliberately postponed the entry of the Minister of Hubu into the cabinet.
Zhu Gaochi frowned slightly. He was thinking about the meaning of this sentence, whether he wanted Zhai Shan to join the cabinet or the next Minister of Personnel to join the cabinet.
And in this autumn rain. Outside the gate of Xi'an, the team of white soldiers who started from Fengyang City in the central capital had already arrived at the gate of the palace.
The pro-military troops are on duty here, and all matters that are not urgent for the Eight Hundred Miles Military State must be reported. Coincidentally, it was Qin Shizi Zhu Shangbing who was guarding the palace outside Xi'an Gate today.
Zhu Shangbing was wearing pro-military armor, a steel helmet on his head, and a knife on his waist. He looked at the team riding all the way to the gate of Xi'an with cold eyes.
"Whose family do you belong to?" Zhu Shangbing knew clearly in his heart that he must be a servant of a noble family in the court who could ride a horse galloping in Yingtian City or come to Xi'an Gate.
Looking at the plain clothes of these people and the hemp ropes wrapped around their waists, Zhu Shangbing felt even heavier.
There was no time to think about which hero passed away. Zhu Shangbing just stopped these people according to the rules.
A group of people from Duke Xin's mansion who came all the way from Fengyang City to Yingtian were headed by Duke Xin's Tang and his fourth son, Dudu's Sanqi Tang Xie.
Tang Xie forgot to take a look at the Xi'an Gate city wall lying in front of him in the autumn rain. His face was haggard, his beard was messy, and his eyes were red.
Seeing soldiers blocking the way in front of the palace gate, he stopped his horse and got down. Tang Xie came to Zhu Shangbing with a riding whip in his hand. In the autumn rain, he picked up the whip with both hands and knelt on the ground: "I, the fourth son of Duke Xin, who is riding in the Dudu Mansion, Tang Xie. Come to the capital to see your majesty and report his funeral. My father, Duke Xin Guo passed away a few days ago for his meritorious service in the founding of the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Shangbing's eyes flashed, obviously a little surprised by this matter. There was also some commotion among the Shangzhiqin military guards who were on duty in front of Xi'an Gate.
Although Xin Guogong Tang He was only promoted to a noble title in the eleventh year of Hongwu, it did not hinder his great contributions in the military.
A few years ago, the Ming Dynasty had not yet wiped out the Japanese countries. At that time, Japanese invaders still bred from time to time along the southeastern coast of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, His Majesty asked Duke Xin to go to the southeast to train troops in preparation for Japanese pirate attacks.
Today, in front of Xi'an Gate, there are also several people who were originally trained in Xin Guogong Tanghe Army. Zhu Shangbing lowered his head and looked at Tang Xie kneeling in front of him, feeling a little unspeakable in his heart.
Just last year, Xin Guogong Tang Hezheng was ill and was called to Beijing to be a noodle saint. At that time, Tang He had already found it difficult to move around. It was the emperor's grandfather who gave the order and ordered people to carry Duke Xin into the palace.
Grandpa Huang held Duke Xin's hand tightly and counted the past years in the military that led to the founding of the Ming Dynasty. Duke Xin's face was filled with tears and he was speechless.
At that time, the palace gave countless gold, silver, and silk. The intention is very obvious, it is prepared for the death of Duke Xin Guo.
But there are also those in Fengyang, the central capital, who prepare these things behind their backs in advance as a happy occasion, so that the sick leave early.
It's just unimaginable that Lord Xin Guo will eventually pass away and pass away. Zhu Shangbing raised his eyes and looked back at Xi'an Gate: "Open the palace gate!" After shouting, there was a sound of rotating pulleys from the city gate.
Zhu Shangbing, on the other hand, stretched out his hand to Tang Xie and pulled him up. He did not allow the other party to speak, and then pulled Tang Xie toward the Xi'an Gate: "Follow me to the palace to meet the saint." Tang Xie hesitated, but was Zhu Shangbing pulled and couldn't stop.
He followed behind and whispered: "This is against the rules..."
"My father is the King of Qin!" Zhu Shangbing turned around and looked at Tang Xie with a smile: "Sanqi just follow me into the palace. Everything must be done to let Grandpa Huang know about Zhongdu as soon as possible." Tang Xie was quite happy. Accident.
When will the clan members of the Ming Dynasty still guard the palace in the autumn rain? Tang Xie knew that in the past few years, the clan princes who had sons outside the country had been summoned to bring their sons back to the capital, and these princes and princes were left in the capital to study in the main hall.
However, these Tianhuangguiwei actually have to go through military training. When did this happen?
Tang Xie, who had been staying in Fengyang City as a cavalry officer in the Dudu Mansion, obviously didn't understand the changes in Yingtian City over the years.
But at this time, his heart was filled with the grief after his father's death, and he only hesitated for a moment before rushing to the palace following Zhu Shangbing.
rain. It's getting bigger. It falls on people with a biting coldness. Tang Xie followed Zhu Shangbing, entered the palace from Xi'an Gate, passed through Xishang Gate, entered Xihua Gate, and then arrived at Wuying Hall, Liuke Corridor, and the Tax Office.
Zhu Shangbing led the way, and he stopped when he arrived near the Six Branch Corridor. Tang Xie, who was following behind, was a little hesitant. Although he didn't come to Yingtian often, he knew the layout of the palace. This was not the three main halls, nor was it the emperor's palace.
Zhu Shangbing looked back at Tang Xie, smiled and said, "I remembered that this morning Brother Xi...that is, Taisun, he went to the tax office. Oh yes! Zhu Gaochi, the crown prince of Yan, is now the director of the tax office. The two of them I must still be at the tax office now, I have to go and talk to them." Tang Xie nodded, and then realized: "Your Highness the Grand Sun!" That is his niece-in-law.
Zhu Shangbing nodded and said, "Sanqi, please come with me." After the two of them discussed it, they turned to the tax office next to the Sixth Section Corridor.
At this moment in the tax office, Zhu Yunxi was still watching the rain. The new policy between the DPRK and China has entered a stage of protracted war, just like after this autumn rain, the cold winter will come when everything will be silent.
Everything will be buried under the heavy snow and mud. Only when spring comes will it truly come back to life and give birth to a new world.
"We should plant a few more banana plants." Zhu Yunxi suddenly said. Zhu Gaochi tilted his head and looked at him, and whispered: "You don't seem to know how to talk about rain hitting banana trees, you are such an autumn person."
"You are only allowed to be arty and you are not allowed to rain on the banana trees?" Zhu Yunxi immediately retorted. The sound of footsteps came outside the tax office.
The sound of raindrops became louder. Zhu Shangbing and Tang Xie, who were already soaked through, quickly walked into the tax office and entered the courtyard.
"Brother Bing!" Zhu Gaochi stood up hurriedly, frowning and looking at Zhu Shangbing, who was constantly dripping with rain, and looked at the stranger he brought in with confusion.
However, Zhu Yunxi recognized Tang Xie immediately, and his heart sank as his long-dusted memories suddenly came to life.
In one flick, he stood up from the wicker chair and rushed into the courtyard. Zhu Gaochi raised his hand and was about to say that the rain was heavy and cold.
Tang Xie was already kneeling on the ground.
"Your Highness!"
"My father believed in the Duke of the country and passed away..." Zhu Gaochi, who was still in the corridor, was shocked and immediately understood Brother Xi's previous actions.
Looking at Tang Xie kneeling in the rain, letting the rain hit his shoulders and back. Zhu Yunxi frowned and looked at Brother Bing in front of him.
Zhu Shangbing understood and immediately bent down and stretched out his hands to pull Tang Xie up.
"Fourth uncle, follow me to the interview." Zhu Yunxi didn't say much and just walked silently outside the tax office.
"Umbrella!" Zhu Gaochi had already called the tax office officials and came out with several large umbrellas. He held an umbrella himself and came to Zhu Yunxi's side.
"Should I ask Grandpa Huang what he is doing, change some clothes for Uncle Tang, and then go over?" Zhu Yunxi shook his head: "Grandpa wants to know the news of the death of Duke Xin Guo as soon as possible..." The old man is a serious person. A man of friendship and loyalty, he had given him many opportunities in the past, but the group of old Huaiyou brothers had forgotten why they wanted to found Ming Dynasty.
So in the end, the old man got the reputation of a cold brother, but no one dared to say it, no one dared to say it, but it was in everyone's heart.
When Zhu Yunxi suddenly woke up and believed in the news that Guogong Tanghe had passed away, he also had mixed feelings in his heart.
The founders of Ming Dynasty are all old. Tang He was not the first founding figure to pass away, but he would not be the last.
The empire seems to have entered a period of real transformation and transformation. The rain was getting heavier at this time. In addition to the senior military guards who were on duty everywhere in the palace, there were only chamberlains and maids guarding the corridors of the palace.
No one was moving around. When Zhu Yunxi took Tang Xie all the way to Qianqing Palace. From a distance, Sun Gou'er, the palace manager, saw four people.
Sun Gouer groaned, with a look of surprise on his face. He quickly took an umbrella, opened it, and rushed into the rain: "What's wrong with Your Highness? He's soaked all over. The same goes for Qin Shizi. This old slave is going to Ask someone to bring ginger soup to ward off the cold for His Highness and the Crown Prince." As he spoke, Sun Gouer's eyes kept looking at Tang Xie, who was holding an umbrella with Zhu Shangbing.
He knew this man, he was the fourth son of Duke Xin. Although they only met once during his grandson's wedding, Sun Gou'er still remembered it.
Duke Xinguo passed away. Sun Gouer, who is experienced in worldly affairs, could understand what happened today at a glance.
After saying a few words, Sun Gouer said in a low voice: "Your Majesty is in the back hall. He has just put the young prince and daughter to sleep, and now he is playing chess with the prince in the front hall." Zhu Yunxi hummed: "Take a few more Come here with some clothes, I will bring Fourth Uncle Tang to face the Holy Spirit first." Sun Gou'er nodded repeatedly: "Old slave, I'll do it now." After saying that, Sun Gou'er did not move, but continued: "Should I Should you hide it from the concubines and the others first?" Zhu Yunxi sighed softly: "Just do what Sun Daban does at this time." Tang Xie had already been brought to the palace at this time.
He knew that his body was covered with rainwater and he did not dare to enter the temple because of the cold air, so he knelt in front of the temple door.
"I am the fourth son of the Duke of Xin, Tang Xie, who is riding in the Dudu Mansion. I came to the capital to see His Majesty and report his funeral. My father, who made great contributions to the founding of the Ming Dynasty and assisted in the founding of the Ming Dynasty and promoted the sincerity of the Xuanli military minister, the honorary doctor, the Zhuguo, and the salary of three thousand stones. , Duke Xin Guo, passed away a few days ago.”…………Monthly Ticket Recommendation Ticket
