Ancestral Temple!
A simple place name was like thunder in the ears of the feudal kings, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.
The king of Qin, who had the highest title in the Ming Dynasty, returned to Beijing and was summoned by the emperor at the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
The most distinguished King Fu of the Ming Dynasty returned to Beijing and was still summoned at the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
Different people, but the ending is the same, being imprisoned in Beijing.
Now calling them to meet in the Ancestral Temple, doesn't it imply something?
Thirty feudal princes gathered together, some were tall or short, some were fat or thin, and their faces were different.
Some people had gloomy faces, some let out a long breath, some were indifferent, and some were full of panic and panic.
But no matter what, what should come will eventually come.
"His Royal Highness Prince Fu, at this moment, please tell us how your Majesty will arrange for us?"
"have no idea!"
"His Royal Highness Prince Fu, you are His Majesty's biological uncle, and you have stayed in Beijing for so long. Who knows if you don't know?"
"It's nice to be a biological uncle, but I'm still a vassal king. Do you think His Majesty will tell me?"
"Okay, don't ask, we'll find out tomorrow!"
King Fu shook his head, turned and left.
Seeing the leaving figure of King Fu, the vassal kings were speechless, and then looked at King Rui Zhu Changhao, King Hui Zhu Changrun, and King Gui Zhu Changying.
"His Royal Highness King Hui, you are the sixth brother of King Fu. Did you know? Tell me, everyone knows it, and you will be grateful afterwards!"
"I don't know, what can I do if I know? Can I change the solution? No matter what the result is, just give me a temple where I can worship Buddha and meditate!"
"Sixth brother is right, there are too many worries in this world, how can there be peace and tranquility!"
After Hui Wang Zhu Changrun answered, Rui Wang Zhu Changhao also added a sentence.
The responses of the two kings left all the vassal kings speechless, and they finally remembered that the uncles of these two emperors were also weird.
King Rui Zhu Changhao, the emperor's fifth uncle, was not married when he was twenty-five years old. He went to the Ministry of Household Affairs every day to ask for wedding expenses. In the end, he took a total of 180,000 taels and hid them in the palace because he was very fond of women and did not approach women. .
And his sixth brother, the emperor's close sixth uncle, also converted to Buddhism and spent all his time meditating on Buddhism and not caring about worldly affairs.
Asking these two is the wrong person to ask.
Before the kings could continue to ask, Gui King Zhu Changying said: "Fifth brother, you have to think clearly. There is a difference between worshiping the Buddha in your palace and worshiping the Buddha in the temple.
Your millions of taels of silver and tens of thousands of acres of fertile land in Prince Rui's Mansion are gone. Without money, can you still worship the Buddha? "
"This this……"
King Rui Zhu Changhao's expression changed. Although he loved Buddhism, he also loved money, otherwise he would not have been asking for money from the Ministry of Household Affairs.
After his expression changed for a while, he said sarcastically: "Your Majesty probably didn't confiscate our property, right? Can't I just give you 50%?"
"Humph, childish!"
Gui Wang Zhu Changying snorted coldly and then left with a puff of sleeves.
He wanted to go to his third brother, King Fu, to find out. Then King Rui, Zhu Changhao, and King Hui, Zhu Changrun, followed after hesitating for a moment.
When everyone saw the three people leaving, they also sighed, and then slowly left in groups.
If there are people who are familiar with the clan, they will be able to see that these people are members of the respective lineages of the emperors of the past dynasties, especially the lineage of Taizu.
Early the next morning, all the vassal kings, with dark circles under their eyes, headed towards the Ancestral Temple in sedan chairs under the guidance of the imperial guards. For two miles, dozens of sedan chairs naturally attracted the attention of countless people.
The entire city of Beijing fell silent. The handling of the feudal kings was directly related to everyone's interests.
It doesn't matter to the people whether they have the title of feudal king or not, but the land in their hands is what the people need most.
For the gentry and wealthy merchants, the presence or absence of the vassal title was related to whether they could continue to make money.
The Ancestral Temple, which was usually relatively quiet, was now filled with sergeants from Tengxiang's Four Guards. Every sergeant held a knife in his right hand, with murderous intent evident and eyes wide open in anger.
The vassal princes who got off the sedan had never seen such a battle before. Their legs were a little weak, their faces changed drastically, and the fear in their hearts deepened.
After the vassal kings entered the front door of the Taimiao Temple, they saw a young man standing in front of the main hall of the Taimiao Temple with his hands behind his hands. The sun shone down from the edge of the corridor eaves, and the bright yellow dragon robe looked particularly sacred.
As if hearing the noise, the young man opened his eyes. The feudal kings who were looking at the young man felt a sharp sword piercing into their hearts through their eyes, and huge pressure surged in. They were so shocked that they lowered their heads in an instant, not daring to look straight anymore. Look at the young man.
Looking at this scene, the young man had a smile on his lips. How could the pressure he had accumulated as an emperor over the past two years be compared to that of these captive vassal kings?
Coupled with the warriors from the warrior camp standing at the door holding swords, this majesty... is not enough!
"Your Majesty, King Fu Zhu Changxun is here to see you!"
When King Fu saw Chongzhen, he knelt down and kowtowed three times. Although the princes behind him were unwilling, they knelt down anyway.
The Ming Dynasty Hui Dian clearly stipulates that although the emperor and the vassal kings are of different generations, they must respect the etiquette of monarchs and ministers.
Because the position of the emperor is the position of the ancestors, he holds the ancestral crown and worships the ancestors. It has been passed down from generation to generation. Three kowtows must be performed in the court hall, Taimiao and other places.
Chongzhen was a little disappointed when he saw that all the vassal kings were performing very standard salutes. He wanted to see who was rude at this stage, so he took the opportunity to make a fuss, but he was disappointed.
"Fellow clan members, please forgive me!"
After all the vassal kings stood up, Chongzhen chuckled and said: "I have seen some of your clan members and hugged me, but I have never seen some of them. I have only heard their names but not seen them. Why don't you report your family first? Shall I talk to you again?"
"Prince Fu, let's start with you!"
After listening to the emperor's words, King Fu took a step forward: "Zhu Changxun, the third son of Chen Shenzong and the first generation of King Fu, has met your Majesty!"
"The fifth son of Chen Shenzong and the first generation King of Rui, Zhu Changhao, has met Your Majesty!"
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"Zhu Huakui, the ninth grandson of Taizu, the ninth king of Chu, comes to see your majesty!"
When each vassal king reported his family name, Chongzhen recalled in his mind the past of the three generations of the vassal king investigated by Jin Yiwei. The murderous intention slowly gathered in his heart, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
This made the vassal kings who secretly looked at Chongzhen feel a little relieved. The new emperor didn't seem to be that difficult to get along with!
…
"The seventh generation grandson of Taizu, Zhu Shuoji, the seventh generation king of the Tang Dynasty, comes to see your majesty!"
"minister……"
"Wait a moment!"
The emperor, who had been listening to the announcement of his family status, suddenly interrupted a vassal prince. The vassal prince was trembling, but Chongzhen did not look at him at all. Instead, he looked at the person in front of him.
"Are you Tang Wang Zhu Shuoyu?"
"Return to Your Majesty, I am your minister!"
"Come here, take Tang Wang Zhu Shuoyu out and beat him thirty times!"
Amid the uneasiness of Tang Wang Zhu Shuoji and the doubts of the vassal kings, Chongzhen shouted angrily.
Before the vassal kings could react, four warriors from the warrior camp rushed forward, grabbed Zhu Shuoji and pulled him out. After a few breaths, they heard the dull sound of military sticks touching flesh.
