Li Le appeared again in the Quanchu Guild Hall. Unsurprisingly, Lu Shusheng, the Minister of Rites, had already changed the court, which made Zhang Juru feel stuck in his throat.
From Li Le's perspective, the Jin Party is scary, but Mr. Zhang is much scarier than the Jin Party!
"Li Le, you are now ready to serve as an official." Zhang Juzheng said with a smile: "This job is mainly left to you."
Overt investigations must not be lost, and covert investigations must also be carried out.
"This is what Your Majesty means. Let our family cooperate with Mr. Yuan Fu." Zhang Jing explained his purpose. The two Senten Qianhu will follow them after they leave the city. Since it is a hidden line, the person who wants to do it will not know what is going on. Sleep.
Zhang Jing is Zhang Hong's man, Zhang Hong is the eunuch of the Qianqing Palace, and Feng Bao is the eunuch of the Clerk of Ceremonies and the governor of the East Factory. Feng Bao and Zhang Hong should be regarded as enemies to a large extent.
And Zhang Jing took the waist card of Feng Bao's confidant Xu Jue. In other words, Feng Bao agreed to Zhang Jing's leaving the palace and coming to the Quanchu Guild Hall.
Zhang Juzheng was extremely surprised that the palace was now able to maintain the surface peace. The bites in the palace were always more direct and more brutal than those outside the palace. Feng Bao and Zhang Hong did not start fighting. It really made Zhang Juzheng hate Feng Bao again. Somewhat different.
The last time Zhang Juzheng felt strange was when Feng Baolai delivered pencils. He abided by the palace rules and did not accept bribes.
Many changes have taken place in the palace. At least Zhang Juzheng believed that these changes were benign and beneficial to the Ming Dynasty.
Zhang Hong is an ambitious man, and may conflict with Feng Bao in the future, but as long as it is not now, when the young master is not in doubt, Zhang Juzheng, the first assistant, will be much more relaxed, watching Zhang Jing come with Xu Jue's waist card In the Quanchu Guild Hall, Zhang Juzheng suddenly felt that the Ming Dynasty was prosperous.
Zhang Jing appeared in the Quanchu Guild Hall because Zhang Jing was a stranger. Zhang Jing rarely appeared in front of people. Even Zhang Juzheng only knew his name. This was the first time he saw Zhang Jing.
"How is Bachelor Xu?" Zhang Juzheng did not explain his plans immediately, but asked about Xu Zhenming's situation.
Zhang Jing thought for a while and said with a smile: "Xu Xu is a master of all kinds of things. He only knows how to farm. Xu has a reverent heart and does not let His Majesty do any hard or dirty work."
"That's good." Zhang Juzheng heard this and breathed a sigh of relief. Xu Zhenming was leading the Baoqi Hall both inside and outside the Baoqi Hall. The Baoqi Hall involved the imperial power and authority, so carelessness was not allowed.
Xu Zhenming carried a bamboo strip book box to Beijing, which deeply impressed Zhang Juzheng. After Zhang Juzheng was elected, there was a book boy You Qi. Carrying a book box was not the turn of the people, but Xu Zhenming did not have a book boy.
When Xu Zhenming was cultivating fields in Shanyin, Zhejiang, he must have experienced what Li Le experienced. However, Xu Zhenming did not kneel down and was dismissed from office. He had no money and still wanted to find someone to recommend him to reinstate him.
Zhang Juzheng said with emotion: "Your Majesty is right. He is diligent in writing, loyal and pragmatic, knows what he does, and is consistent in appearance and appearance."
This sentence is the annotation of this sentence by His Majesty the Emperor in "The Analects of Confucius·Shuer" about the Four Teachings of Confucius: Wen, Xing, Zhong, and Xin. Now that Li Le is coming and going, Zhang Juzheng finds that what His Majesty said is really very important. Makes sense.
You can't look at what he said or how he behaved. You have to let him do things and test whether he is consistent with his appearance.
Zhang Juzheng was extremely pleased. Although he misjudged his classmate Lu Shusheng, it was not his vision that had a problem, but Lu Shusheng's.
Why are there no problems with Li Le and Xu Zhenming whom he promoted?
"Mr. Yuan Fu." Zhang Jing reminded that Zhang Juzheng should make arrangements for his trip. He didn't know what to do specifically. Before leaving, His Majesty just told him to follow Zhang Juzheng's arrangements.
Zhang Juzheng said with a smile: "Tomorrow I will set off with Li Le and the others. Li Le, when you arrive at Xuanda, you can exchange cups with local officials in Xuanda. Let Zhang Jing and Ti Xing Qianhu handle the investigation." Do."
Zhang Juzheng also played very dirty, he played in the dark under the light.
Zhang Jing and Ti Xing Qianhu had to have status to inspect the borders and inspect the buildings. This was the rule. If they wanted to go to the Great Wall, how could they go without status?
On the surface, Li Le surrendered to the Jin Party and had a close relationship with Xuanda local officials, which attracted everyone's attention and served as a cover for Zhang Jing and others.
Since you want to fight, you have to use all possible means to attack the opponent unprepared and surprise him.
The little emperor's life seemed extremely boring to Empress Dowager Li and Empress Dowager Chen.
Every morning, I get up at five o'clock in the morning, eat some food, and then go to the Wenhua Hall to listen to politics and study. After reading, I practice martial arts. After practicing martial arts, I say a few words and then go to hoe the earth. After hoeing the earth, I stamp a pile of memorials and stamp them. After finishing the chapter, I had to stay up late and read, and all I read were agricultural books.
Zhu Yijun never tires of this.
"It's no longer difficult. Did Tishuai really practice seriously? After practicing martial arts for two months, there is nothing more than standing in the stance and running back and forth quickly. Is it because Tishuai doesn't teach, or does Tishuai not know how?" The little emperor, who had been standing for almost two months, started to deal damage to Tishuai Zhu Xixiao after finishing his work.
Zhu Xixiao clenched his fists, who wouldn't? !
He really knows how to do it. What this little emperor says really makes people angry.
Zhu Xixiao really practiced seriously, but he couldn't resist the fact that the little emperor was more serious than him. In other words, those sword-wielding Wu Xun and Xiao Huangmen were a bit slow down the emperor's progress. The little emperor was able to do it without any punishment. He completed all his events without compromise, including standing, sprinting back and forth, and long-distance running.
The little emperor has lost almost ten kilograms in the past three months of practicing martial arts. Empress Dowager Chen and Empress Dowager Li have looked at Zhu Xixiao with a somewhat unkind look recently, as if Zhu Xixiao had scolded the little emperor.
Zhu Yijun exhaled, and after finishing his stance, he asked curiously: "Do you want some martial arts lessons?"
"Your Majesty, are you talking about a routine?" Zhu Xixiao frowned.
Zhu Yijun nodded, made a few gestures, and said expectantly with his big eyes flashing: "Yes, martial arts routines, is there such a technique? After practicing it, you can fly over walls and fly over walls, your hands are as soft as cotton, and your body is as hard as iron." , the fist is like a hammer, heavy as thunder, shaped like a rabbit and a falcon, and has the ability to shoot dragons and kill tigers!"
Zhu Xixiao had a complex expression on his face. He hesitated to speak, and whispered in a low voice: "Your Majesty, those who fly over the eaves and walls are thieves..."
Flying over the eaves and walking over the wall means that thieves who enter the house at night to steal things and people will be treated as thieves. According to Ming law, if the owner kills the thief, the government cannot hold him accountable.
"There is no such routine." Zhu Yijun asked with some disappointment: "Then what should I practice?"
"Bows, crossbows, and muskets are each inch longer and stronger. Bows, crossbows, and muskets are the longest." Zhu Xixiao said quite accurately.
"An inch long means an inch strong?" Zhu Yijun said with a smile: "Doesn't that mean an inch short means an inch dangerous?"
Zhu Xixiao shook his head after hearing this and said: "I don't agree with you. For example, if I encounter a gangster with a dagger with my bare hands, the best thing to do is to run away. If we fight on the battlefield, the longer we win, the better."
"In the Hands and Feet chapter of Ji Xiao's new book, Qi Shuai also said: The enemy's short soldiers are not within the barrel of the gun, so he naturally dare not advance lightly. Bows, arrows, and firearms are also long weapons. They can shoot a hundred steps. I will wait until the enemy is fifty steps away. If we attack again, the situation will be dangerous and the strength will be short-lived. But Qi Shuai's intention is probably that every inch is longer and every inch is stronger."
"I listen to Tishuai and Qi Shuai." Zhu Yijun thought for a moment. Human history, in the final analysis, is about throwing stones and boiling water. What Zhu Xixiao said makes sense. If you can shoot your opponent to death, why go up and fight for your life?
For professional things, professional talents are more professional.
"How should I practice bows, crossbows, and muskets?" Zhu Yijun asked expectantly.
Zhu Xixiao shook his sleeves, handed something to Zhang Hong, and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you practice this first?"
Zhu Yijun looked at the thing in Zhang Hong's hand and said angrily: "Tishuai is teasing a child! This is a slingshot! Don't you think I know?"
During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, there was a man named Han Yan. Thieves liked to play with slingshots and used gold to make projectiles. He could throw more than a dozen of them a day. The popular saying "Bitter, hungry and cold, chase gold pills" became popular in the Chang'an market. Every time Han Yan went out, , followed by a bunch of people who were suffering from hunger and cold, went to pick up Han Yanshe's golden pills, and there was talk of kidnapping the king's grandson and the dandy's son.
Zhu Xixiao asked him to practice slingshot. Isn't this fooling a child?
"Your Majesty, it doesn't hurt to practice your accuracy." Zhu Xixiao had been thinking about this for a long time before he finally said it. He couldn't say that at your age, Your Majesty is still not strong enough to draw the bow or fill the crossbow. As for the fire blunderbuss, , and not very stable.
Zhu Yijun looked at Zhu Xixiao's expression, and then carefully read Zhu Xixiao's words, and understood what Zhu Xixiao meant. He was not strong enough to practice bows and arrows now, so it would be good to practice accuracy first. Rushing for quick success is not advisable, and practicing martial arts is a time-consuming skill.
The projectiles of the emperor's slingshot were fired solid porcelain pellets. Zhu Yijun took a porcelain pellet, opened the slingshot, and shot at the rectangular archery target that was five feet five inches high and two feet five inches wide ten steps away.
The porcelain pill flew out, missed the archery target, hit the wall, and shattered.
Everyone was silent, this was too biased.
No, it should be that the archery target is not respectful and cannot catch porcelain pills!
