This Ming Dynasty Palace has air leakage everywhere, no different from a sieve.
The longest living emperor of the Ming Dynasty was Emperor Taizu Gao, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was seventy-one years old. The second was Emperor Chengzuwen, Zhu Di, who was sixty-five years old. The third was Zhu Yijun’s grandfather, Emperor Xiu Xian of the Ming Dynasty, who took various pills all day long. Emperor Jiajing of medicine, sixty years old.
None of the other emperors lived past sixty.
Given the level of palace fighting between Emperor Jiajing and the old Taoist priest, there was also an attempted assassination of the old Taoist priest by a palace maid.
What kind of dangerous place is this palace?
The other emperors each had their own way of death. They either drank the tiger and wolf medicine with wine, or they fell into the water because they couldn't swim, or they died inexplicably, and few died a good death. The Ming Emperor was so ridiculous that he didn't even die. Good things will never come to an end?
There are also those that even historians cannot write down, such as the Ming Dynasty Zongzhu Qiyu. The history books can only give a word of death and let it go.
It is not unusual for anything strange to happen in the Ming Dynasty Palace.
"Mom, mother, it's getting late, the child is sleepy, and there are lessons and a feast tomorrow." Zhu Yijun's eyes were pure, and he motioned to the two empresses to continue chatting, as daybreak would come.
After hearing this, Queen Mother Li and Queen Mother Chen both stood up. Queen Mother Li looked at Zhu Yijun's forehead again, and then said with red eyes: "I have to do my homework, and I have to go to the Sutra banquet. It's hard for my son. Go to bed." .”
Queen Mother Chen said with an unbearable expression: "Why don't we just stop for a day tomorrow? The emperor has been so frightened, it won't be a big deal if he rests for a day. How can the ministers of the court use this matter to criticize the emperor? A group of big officials, All day long, I have known how to hold it, trapping Huang'er in those rules and regulations, and cannot do this, and cannot do that."
Queen Mother Li was silent for a long time, looked at Zhu Yijun, and said helplessly: "Sister, I can't rest."
When Empress Dowager Chen heard this, she remained silent. She knew that Empress Dowager Li was telling the truth, and the young master wondered how this little emperor could be that easy.
"Alas." The two queen mothers looked at each other speechlessly, only sighing twice. Even if they suffered such a misfortune, the young emperor still had to attend classes and feasts every day.
Zhu Yijun's face is still full of innocence. This little skin is very disguised. In this Ming Dynasty where there are monsters everywhere, you have to be cautious in everything.
In fact, he has another way of living, which is to take everything as it comes, like the Wanli Emperor in history.
Zhu Yijun didn't want to settle down, and he didn't want to settle down. He was bullied by eunuchs, bullied by civil servants, and especially bullied by slaves. He didn't deserve to be an emperor.
If he doesn't want to, he just doesn't want to, and his thoughts are not clear.
After the two queen mothers left, Zhu Yijun stared at the plaque hanging high in the Qianqing Palace. On it were written the four characters "Respect Heaven and Fazu", which were the ancestral mottos left by the Ming Dynasty.
The four words "reverence, respect, law, and imitation" mean: practicing the way of heaven is called respecting heaven; practicing the wisdom of one's ancestors is called the ancestor of the law.
Zhu Yijun's study of martial arts was naturally uneducated and incompetent, and was not the right path. However, he applied the methods of his ancestors and touched the corners of military power.
It’s just that this sign of respecting Heaven and the Patriarch will be replaced by “upright and upright” written by the Tatar slaves in both Manchu and Chinese in a few decades.
Zhu Yijun stood up straight and stared at the sign.
Calculating the time, there were still forty-one years left in the Battle of Saarhu. It was enough time. He accepted his identity as a little emperor and set a lower limit for himself. He only had one breath left, just to crawl. Even if you bite it with your teeth, Jiannu will be bitten to pieces.
This Ming Dynasty can be destroyed by the people, but cannot be destroyed by slaves.
To make the Ming Dynasty great again, there are many obstacles. The road must be walked step by step, and the food must be eaten one bite at a time. Compared with the grand goal of making the Ming Dynasty great again, first of all, we must clean up around ourselves.
"Zhang Hong." Zhu Yijun looked at the four characters of Jingtian Patriarch and suddenly said.
"I'm here," Zhang Hong replied quickly.
The little emperor's performance today was all in Zhang Hong's eyes. Feng Bao, who was usually quite trusted, was beaten to such a state that he was almost knocked to death before he managed to survive. Feng Bao was seriously injured. If I don't have enough strength, I'm afraid I'll die immediately.
Empress Dowager Li has always trusted Feng Bao. Empress Dowager Li will believe whatever Feng Bao says. If there were only Feng Bao and Empress Dowager Li, Feng Bao would be able to get away with a few slaps because of Feng Bao's eloquent tongue.
These things that happened today obviously have a lot to do with the little emperor in front of him. There are some submissive little emperors in normal times, but today is very different from the past.
"Wipe the floor, there's blood all over it." Zhu Yijun said slightly nonchalantly.
Several young eunuchs behind Zhang Hong immediately began to mop the floor, eager to lick the blood on the ground with their tongues. These young eunuchs all worshiped Zhang Hong's adoptive father, and they all had the surname Zhang.
Zhu Yijun looked at the face of Patriarch Jingtian and said coldly: "You deliberately endured the pain and refused to bandage to face the saint, just to gain a chance to get ahead, and you got it."
Zhang Hong's heart trembled, and he said more respectfully: "Your Majesty is so wise, my small actions cannot escape your Majesty's discerning eyes!"
Although the little emperor is small, it does not mean that the little emperor is easy to fool.
Zhu Yijun continued: "I can see it, the Queen Mother can see it, and Feng Daban can naturally see it. You are now the eunuch of Qianqing Palace, which is equivalent to fighting Feng Daban with swords and guns. That is his power. You can use it to If you catch the assassin and take a big chunk from him, can he spare you afterwards?"
"Feng Daban is my eldest companion. You are also an old friend of Qiandi and one of my eldest companions. Feng Daban is the master of the palace, and you are also the master. Feng Daban is currently in the Qing Palace, so I will send you to the Qing Palace."
"You have received my emperor's order, do you know what to do?"
The lord is a political relationship, similar to the lord. In more popular terms, the lord in the palace is the elder eunuch who acts as a father to the younger eunuch. They are a community of interests maintained by interests. Everyone is prosperous and everyone suffers. Zhang Hong is the Qiandi Of course, there are people who are old friends and want to take refuge.
"I know, but if the Queen Mother finds out, I'm afraid..." Zhang Hong hesitated for a moment, obviously still worried about the Queen Mother's reaction.
Zhu Yijun interrupted Zhang Hong and asked calmly: "Whose minion are you?"
"His Majesty's minions." Zhang Hong replied immediately without any hesitation. His Majesty is still young, but his back looks particularly stable.
You have ambitions at a young age, and Empress Dowager Li also told Zhang Hong to follow the emperor in the future. Then Zhang Hong only had one master, and that was His Majesty the Emperor in front of him.
Zhu Yijun turned around, looked at Zhang Hong, and said with great solemnity: "If the Queen Mother blames me, I will tell the Queen Mother separately that you are my minion. Even if the Queen Mother blames me, she will blame me first. I will suffer first." If you scold, you will be beaten, do you understand?"
"I understand!" Zhang Hong finally understood what His Majesty meant when he said, "Whose minions are you?"
His Majesty is not too old, but he sees more clearly than him. Zhang Hong understands his identity. He is the emperor's minion. This is a subordinate relationship.
The emperor's meaning is very clear. If the Queen Mother is really blamed, the emperor will come forward and say something. Regardless of whether the emperor will come forward or not, the emperor has said it, and that is enough.
At least His Majesty is willing to make a promise and speak out.
As for whether to fulfill his promise, Zhang Hong never expected his master to fulfill his promise.
Zhu Yijun walked to the bed, flipped it over, handed a letter card to Zhang Hong, and said: "I don't want the palace maids who will wash me tomorrow, the eunuchs who will serve me in my daily life and study, and the small yellow gate that will guide me. He's from Feng Daban, do you understand?"
"You go to my martial arts teacher, Ti Commander Zhu Xixiao, to mobilize fifty Ti cavalry to clear the palace. Anyone who dares to disobey orders and commit treason will be punished with death! Are you clear?"
"I understand! I understand!" Zhang Hong tightened his grip on the letter card and said forcefully.
Only then did Zhang Hong know why his master insisted on learning martial arts from Tishuai Zhu Xixiao. It turned out that he wanted to use it here!
Zhang Hong held the letter in his hand and took the order. He was a master who was easy to serve and willing to take responsibility. He also gave specific and clear goals and specific implementation methods. He only needed to execute them. .
Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Hong's back with a thoughtful look on his face.
Zhang Hong could endure the severe pain and came to Qianqing Palace dripping with blood all the way from Langxia's home. He was a ruthless man. With his own support, it was not difficult to do things. If he had the emperor's letter, he would not be able to do this kind of thing. , then Zhang Hong shouldn't even think about fighting Feng Bao, don't think about becoming an ancestor, just go to the back mountain to find a rope to hang himself.
As for the scope of the Qing Palace, it is neither big nor small, just the people around him. If Empress Dowager Li does not allow this, Zhu Yijun will make other plans.
Zhu Yijun stood behind the indestructible shield of imperial power and carefully tested the limits of his power.
He must take the initiative and fight.
There is only one outcome if you don't fight, that is, after Zhang Juzheng dies, the officials will counterattack Zhang Juzheng. As the supreme emperor of the Ming Dynasty, he can only follow the opinions of the officials, liquidate Zhang Juzheng and his New Deal, and then wait. The courtiers had a copy of "Drinking, Wealth and Sex" thrown in their faces, helpless.
In the fifteenth year of Wanli, Luo Yuren, the left commentator of Dali Temple, came to the court and cursed Emperor Wanli for being possessed of all five poisons.
Does Emperor Wanli have any solution?
No.
If you don't argue, the consequences will be: becoming a puppet on strings, sitting in the Fengtian Temple where the artifacts of the world are, and acting as a rubber stamp.
If you don't fight, the consequences will be: Facing the crumbling Ming Dynasty, you will be helpless and become a coward, hiding in the harem without saying a word.
If you don't fight, the consequences will be: even the dogs of the Ming Dynasty dare to show their teeth at the Ming Dynasty, and the people of the Ming Dynasty will be bullied by others.
He wants to fight.
He also wanted to see if the iron triangle of Zhang Juzheng, Feng Bao, and Queen Mother Li dared to risk the disapproval of the world and depose himself as the emperor!
Zhang Hong took several of his adopted sons to the Wufeng Tower of Chengtianmen, found Ti Commander Zhu Xixiao, showed the letter sign, and said: "Your Majesty has a decree to mobilize fifty Ti cavalry to clear the Qianqing Palace!"
"How dare you?" Zhu Xixiao was stunned and asked with a drastic change in his expression.
Only then did he realize that the little emperor's intention to become a disciple was to drag him into trouble.
When Zhu Xixiao realized that he had boarded the pirate ship, it was too late. He thought that His Majesty simply wanted to practice martial arts because of the assassination. Why did he have so many thoughts at such a young age?
This Tiqi, should it be adjusted or not?
Zhang Hong used his injured hand to hold up the emperor's letter and said sternly: "How dare you? Imperial authority!"
"Tishuai, are you planning to resist the decree?"
Does Zhu Xixiao dare to resist the decree?
