"Your Highness, please rebel!"
In the secret room, Dao Yan spoke sincerely and with urgency on his face, "The time has come. The former emperor has just been buried and the new emperor has just ascended the throne. The foundation is unstable. There will be no better opportunity than this."
He is indeed anxious. He is already sixty-three this year, no longer young, and can even be said to be very old.
This is his last chance to realize his ambition, and it is also the best chance.
"Your Highness, you must seek wealth in danger!"
Dao Yan's words seemed to have some kind of magic power, which made Zhu Di's heart surge and his blood boil.
But after all, he is not the high-spirited Zhu Di who was only in his early twenties when he was fifteen years old in Hongwu. He is almost forty and will no longer be impulsive because of a "white hat" joke.
He Zhu Di is not Zhu Yuanzhang, nor is he a poor commoner west of the Huaihe River.
He is a vassal king, a relative of the royal family of the Ming Dynasty. He is a vassal king who guards one side and enjoys endless glory and wealth.
He has a luxurious palace, his own army, a wife, and children; his eldest son Zhu Gaochi is married, and his daughter-in-law is pregnant. It won't be long before he has a grandson.
rebel?
The price is too high!
Moreover, the hope of success is...almost zero.
Lao Zhu rebelled not to become the emperor, but to survive. But he was different. His life now was good enough, just one level lower than the emperor.
To take it a step further and hitch a ride on everything?
Not cost-effective, very not cost-effective.
Zhu Di breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "Wealth and honor are sought in danger, but also lost in danger. One tenth of the time it is sought, nine tenths of the time it is lost;
Master, don’t try to persuade me any more, I will not make any attempt to treason and usurp the throne! "
"Your Highness...!"
Dao Yan almost burst into tears, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you come to Dabao..."
Barabara...
Gradually, the faded ambition in Zhu Di's heart was ignited again.
But at this moment.
"Clang-!"
The door to the secret room was kicked open, and a beautiful woman came in with a sword, ready to chop Dao Yan alive.
"Miaoyun calm down!"
Zhu Di reacted quickly, grabbed Xu Miaoyun's wrist, hugged her tightly into his arms, turned around and shouted:
"Old monk, run quickly, run quickly...!"
Dao Yan was stunned and did not run away, but tried to persuade Xu Miaoyun.
"Princess, Your Highness has the appearance of an emperor and the talent of a true dragon..."
Just as he was speaking in the middle of his words, Xu Miaoyun's long sword flew away from his hand, directly facing Daoyan.
Dao Yan's face turned green, and he instinctively ducked down. The long sword passed by his smooth scalp, feeling cool.
Just a tiny bit of difference, and he would hate the northwest!
"Fuck...run!"
Zhu Di hugged his wife tightly, turned around and cursed: "If you keep grinding, I won't be able to save you."
Dao Yan swallowed his saliva and no longer cared about his master's demeanor. For a man in his sixties, when he ran, he was no worse than a young man.
When he arrived at the door, he was so strong that he didn't pay attention to the threshold under his feet, and he fell straight out. His head was broken and his face was bloody, but he didn't care about it because the female tiger had already broken through the restraints and was about to Coming to kill.
Dao Yan ran away desperately, and was in such a state of embarrassment. He had lived for more than sixty years, and only today did he truly understand what thrilling means.
"Miaoyun, so much...ahhh...!"
Zhu Di hugged one foot and scurried around, "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Zhu Di, are you crazy if you just want to live a good life?" Xu Miaoyun's eyes were full of evil, "You have to die with the whole family to be happy, right?"
"No, I didn't agree." Zhu Di quickly explained, "Miaoyun, you know me. I have no intention of rebelling, never!"
"Okay!" Xu Miaoyun nodded, picked up the sword on the ground, and rushed outside.
"Hey, hey, what are you going to do again?"
"Kill that bald donkey and stop your thoughts."
Zhu Di quickly hugged her and said, "I provoke you again, so I have to be merciful and merciful."
After saying that, he went to kiss her.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the soft lips, he felt a tingling sensation.
Zhu Di covered his lips and said angrily: "You are a dog!"
"You deserve it!" Xu Miaoyun's chest rose and fell violently, her anger hard to dissipate, "I ask you, what can you do with the little power you have?
Yes, you, Zhu Di, are more powerful than ordinary vassal kings, but you are not without opponents.
One Ning Wang is enough for you to drink a pot!
If you really dare to rebel, and the court does not even need to send troops, just let the vassal king put down the rebellion, how long can you hold on?
You don't think about it, are your generals going to live a good life and follow you in rebellion?
Zhu Di, Zhu Di, are you stupid? "
Xu Miaoyun said bitterly: "Please find out who is the orthodox one!
The new emperor is in control of the world. It is much easier for the imperial court to use troops against you than against the people of Yuan Dynasty. Even if the troops at your hand are expanded several times, so what?
When the food for the imperial army is exhausted, it can be mobilized nearby. When the supply of soldiers is exhausted, it can be recruited again. But what about you? "
Xu Miaoyun's words were like a basin of cold water, completely extinguishing the small flame Zhu Di had just ignited.
Yes, how to win?
There's no way to win!
Zhu Di tried hard but couldn't figure out where his chances of winning were.
After a long time, he sighed dejectedly and said softly: "Miaoyun, don't worry, I know all these truths."
Then, he held her in his arms and said, "I won't do anything stupid."
Xu Miaoyun did not resist anymore, and snuggled into his arms meekly, saying softly: "Your Highness, we are all going to be grandparents soon, so don't bother."
Saying that, he took the initiative to send a kiss.
…
Capital, Fengtian Palace.
Zhu Yunwen sat on the dragon chair, and the ministers shouted long live and performed the courtesy of the emperor and ministers.
"Everyone is safe!"
The 21-year-old Zhu Yunwen was high-spirited, but also a little hesitant. He never thought that he, who was born as a concubine, would one day be able to sit on the throne of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.
He looked up at Li Qing, then at Qi Tai and Li Jinglong, and he gradually felt confident.
He cleared his throat and asked, "Do you have any original notes?"
"Your Majesty, I have this memorial." The minister of the Ministry of Rites came out and said, "The minister, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, the doctor, and the Hanlin bachelor... have discussed the reign title that the emperor will use next year."
This year is the 31st year of Hongwu. Although Lao Zhu died, the reign name must continue to be used to show respect. The new emperor's reign name cannot be used until after the new year.
In fact, before Zhu Yuanzhang, most reign names were not fixed. An emperor could have at least one, several, or even dozens of reign names.
Tang Gaozong used 14, and Wu Zetian used 17, which is not a lot.
But Lao Zhu's reign name was chosen by himself, and he was personally very satisfied with it, meaning it means great martial arts.
He did not want the literati to discuss it again and use it to deny himself, so he continued to use it and never changed it.
If he didn't change it, later generations of emperors would naturally not dare to change it. Therefore, in the Ming Dynasty, all emperors only used one reign title.
(The God of War became emperor twice and is not included in this list.)
This is also the reason why later generations refer to the emperors of the Ming Dynasty by their reign titles, such as Hongwu, Yongle, Jiajing...
(ps: In fact, the Qing Dynasty also inherited the Ming Dynasty system, with one person having one year, such as Qianlong and Kangxi...)
When Zhu Yunwen heard that his reign name had been discussed, he immediately became energetic and asked, "What is it?"
"Jianwen!"
The Minister of Rites said respectfully, "Jian means to establish achievements; Wen means to be as brilliant as Wen Jin; Jian Wen means to establish the emperor's achievements as to be as brilliant as Wen Jin."
In fact, there is another thing he did not say. The reason why we agreed on the document was to tell the nobles that the era of civil servants has come.
Zhu Yunwen liked this reign name very much. Firstly, there was a homophonic character in his name. Secondly, he did not have the foundation of a noble military general, so it was perfect to use this reign name.
"Okay, good deal."
A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Yunwen's mouth, and then he remembered the teachings of Grandpa Huang: The emperor should calm down and be invisible!
So, he quickly suppressed his smile and said again: "Dear ladies, do you still have this memorial?"
"I have this report." The Minister of Rites came out and said, "The Emperor ascends to the throne, which is expected by everyone. However, it is in line with etiquette and law to inherit the throne from father to son;
Prince Yiwen is a kind and wise man. I sincerely request the emperor to make Prince Yiwen posthumous emperor and move the spiritual tablet into the main hall of the ancestral temple! "
"I second my opinion."
"I also second the proposal."
"I second the proposal."
The ministers knelt on the ground and cheered. It made sense for the civil servants to suggest this. The death of father and son is the orthodox inheritance, which can best convince the public.
After all, if your father is not the emperor, how can you claim to be orthodox?
In later generations, Yang Tinghe forced Jiajing to recognize Hongzhi as his biological father, which seemed absurd, but in fact it was also for the sake of etiquette and the legitimacy of the succession.
Zhu Yunwen did not hesitate at all, and immediately agreed, asking the civil servants to discuss the posthumous title and temple name for me.
The ministers shouted: "The Emperor is wise!"
Zhu Yunwen tried his best to suppress the raised corners of his mouth, "Do you still have this memorial?"
"Your Majesty, I have this memorial." Shangshu of the Ministry of Household Affairs came out, "Your Majesty is generous with his benevolent policies and has reduced taxes by 30% for the people of the capital. This is indeed a great kindness from the Emperor;
Of course, my Ming Dynasty is not limited to the capital. All the people in the Ming Dynasty are the emperor's subjects. I hope the emperor will not be biased and chill the hearts of the people! "
Zhu Yunwen nodded slightly, "I love you, what you said is reasonable, and you really shouldn't favor one over the other."
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then let's all reduce it, for two years!"
"The Emperor's Holy Might."
…
As Zhu Yunwen said "The Emperor's Holy Ming", the corners of his mouth gradually couldn't be suppressed and raised uncontrollably.
After the afternoon session, Li Qing was summoned to the imperial study, and Li Jinglong and Qi Tai came with him.
The three of them shook their robe sleeves and said, "Wei Chen..."
"No formalities." Zhu Yunwen said gently, "This is not a court, there is no need to be formal, just sit down; come and show tea to a few gentlemen."
Qi Tai almost burst into tears. The current emperor is so courteous and virtuous, so why worry about the Ming Dynasty not being prosperous?
Several people thanked them, and after a while, two people came out from behind the screen and bowed.
"Student Huang Zicheng,
Student Fang Xiaoru,
I have met all of you, sir. "
