King Temuer of Shunyi left the Wuying Hall and met up with his attendants and interpreters. He followed Zhang Juzheng and several other courtiers out of the Xihua Gate. The group passed through a corridor sandwiched between tall red walls and arrived at the Political Affairs Hall. .
The Zhengshi Hall, which was converted from some of the palaces in Xiyuan, is not as solemn as the Forbidden City. It has rockery ponds and numerous official residences hidden among the vegetation. Due to the cold weather, the trees, flowers and grass were all without leaves, but the snow that had not yet melted on them added a sparse style to the center of the empire's operations.
Zhang Juzheng took King Shunyi for a while, pointed to a large open space covered with snow in front of him and introduced: "King Shunyi, please look, this is Xiyuan Nanhai. Now it is frozen. Go south from that stone bridge." , are all political affairs halls - from ancient times to the present, my emperor was the first to change the Linyuan palace as a place for political affairs." As he said this, he cupped his hands in the direction of Qianqing Palace, his respect was beyond words.
Temuer did not dare to walk in front of Zhang Juzheng and was half a body behind him. At this time, he had already been stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of him. He thought to himself that compared with the inner city of Guihua City, it was like fireflies and the bright moon. He was just amazed when he heard this.
Zhang Juzheng said with a smile: "I once heard that when the old prince and Mrs. Zhongshun built Guihua City, they imitated the shape of the capital of the Yuan Dynasty. Is this true?"
King Zhongshun's foot slipped, and he would have almost fallen if the interpreter at his side hadn't caught him with quick eyesight and quick hands. Zhang Juzheng turned sideways, looked directly at King Shunyi and asked with a smile: "Is it flashing? Your Majesty, you should be more careful."
King Shunyi kept saying that it was okay, but his body was sweating in the cold north wind, and he felt a chill on his back. Fortunately, he had a good waist due to his many years of military service, otherwise Zhang Juzheng would have scared the shit out of him with these two questions.
After that, Zhang Juzheng chatted with him warmly and asked him if there would be a white disaster on the grassland this year. He was also asked about the size of his tribe, the number of livestock, and the number of people who controlled strings. King Shunyi was like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, not daring to raise his head to look at the prime minister along the way.
Zhang Juzheng's office is in a courtyard. The main room is five rooms wide, and the east and west wing rooms surround a courtyard. There are several large trees with all their leaves in the middle of the courtyard. King Shunyi had just recovered from his shock. He saw that all the houses in front of him looked like the Forbidden City, with glass windows, and he felt envious.
When everyone entered the living room, Zhang Juzheng asked King Shunyi to stay in the east, and the two of them sat in awe. King Shunyi had already forgotten most of the Han etiquette he had learned before, so he did not refuse and sat upright on the official hat chair. Although he was sitting upright, he did not dare to look directly at Zhang Juzheng. He lowered his head as if counting ants.
Zhang Juzheng picked up the tea bowl, blew the hot air gently, and signaled King Shunyi and everyone to drink tea. When King Shunyi picked up the tea bowl, Zhang Juzheng pointed to the man wearing Mongolian robes standing next to him and asked: "Is this the interpreter brought by the prince? Is he Han?"
The man first translated Zhang Juzheng's words into Mongolian, and when King Shunyi nodded, he introduced himself: "Back to the Prime Minister, after the villain is Han, my father was originally a Han guard who followed Zhongjin Hatun. He is proficient in Chinese and knows Chinese characters, and he will serve the prince this time."
Zhang Juzheng smiled and nodded when he heard this, pointed to a pile of newspapers on the table next to King Shunyi and said: "This is a newspaper from the capital, has your prince heard of it?"
King Shunyi replied: "I heard that, because I don't know Chinese characters, I have had people read a few of them in the past few days."
Zhang Juzheng chuckled and said: "Let your interpreter take a look. This is the idea given to the court in the capital newspaper after the Zasaktu of the Chahar tribe was massacred. It is about how to solve the border troubles in the north. The prince can let him I’ll translate it for you.”
When Temur heard this, his face showed confusion, and he asked his interpreter to read the contents of these old newspapers to him in Mongolian. The interpreter picked up the newspaper and marked with red pen the items that needed his translation.
He had just read a page when his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and his whole body was soon covered in sweat.
King Shunyi asked strangely: "What is written in this newspaper?"
The interpreter said in a trembling voice: "This newspaper says that in order to eliminate the empire's border dangers, it is recommended that the imperial court use the method of reducing the number of troops."
"What is the reduction method?"
"Using the old law of the Jin Kingdom, the population reproduction number of each tribe was determined, and the population was reduced once every three years. For example, our Tumote tribe set a number of 70,000, and those who exceeded it would be killed. For example, the Chahar tribe did not listen to the king's instructions. All of them must be wiped out without leaving any remnants..." He flipped through the other newspapers and continued: "These ones say the same thing - this one says that troops such as Tumut and others If there is any suspicion of evil, we will all be killed..."
When King Shunyi heard these inhumane policies, his face turned pale at first, and then a rage burned in his heart, and all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his face.
He pushed up his chest hard on the chair, and the aura of the Lord of the Prairie suddenly burst out from him, staring at Zhang Juzheng with red eyes. He clenched his fist with his right hand and was about to punch the table hard when he met Zhang Juzheng's gaze - as cold as the cold wind outside. His heart trembled again, but he lowered his fist.
He slowly stood up from the chair and said loudly: "Although the Mongols are no match for the imperial firearms and soldiers, they will not sit still and wait to be killed. If the imperial court wants to kill us, our Borjijin family may not have only one iron wood." real!"
These words were so loud that everyone in the reception room had their ears buzzing. Although the interpreter looked pale, he still translated King Shunyi's words and even imitated his tone.
Wang Chonggu and other court officials who followed Zhang Juzheng saw that he was rude and were about to scold him, but they saw Zhang Juzheng sitting there drinking tea slowly, so they held back.
Zhang Juzheng was sipping tea. The whole room could only hear the heavy breathing of King Shunyi and the sound of him drinking tea. The depressed King Shunyi's heart was beating wildly as if it was going to explode. After waiting for a while, he saw that Zhang Juzheng did not respond. Just as he was about to continue talking, he saw Zhang Juzheng put down the tea bowl and waved his hand to signal him to sit down.
King Shunyi sat down angrily, still staring, wanting to see what Zhang Juzheng said. At this moment, he was already determined to fight to the death. He had already given up the behavior of holding his tail between his legs when he entered the capital. It was as if he was a new person, with flesh on his face showing out and murderous intent overflowing.
If Zhang Juzheng hadn't seen it, he smiled and said: "What was said in the newspaper is just the words of the common people. How could the imperial court not know that the Jin Kingdom's method of reducing the number of members was harmful to nature and harmed justice? A country of benevolence and righteousness cannot do such an unjust thing - if If the imperial court intends to do this, why would the emperor summon you today?"
After hearing this, King Shunyi's expression became gentler, and the fierce light in his eyes immediately disappeared. He relaxed a little, knowing that Zhang Juzheng had more to say, so he sat there quietly and listened.
Zhang Juzheng asked again: "My lord, do you know the situation of the world today?" Before King Shunyi could answer, he instructed the secretary next to him: "Open the curtain and let the prince see the complete picture of Kun and all the kingdoms!"
Upon hearing this, the secretary of the Political Affairs Hall who was waiting beside him opened the green curtain behind Zhang Juzheng's case, revealing the map of the world. Zhang Juzheng stood up and waved: "Your Majesty, come and take a look."
When King Shunyi got up and followed him to the bottom of the map, Zhang Juzheng picked up a smooth and straight wooden stick handed to him by Zhongshu and pointed at it: "Your Majesty, please look - this is the place where our dynasty lives. The Geographical Institute of the Academy calls it Zhongzhou.”
King Shunyi rubbed his eyes, pointed to a row of neatly arranged mahjong-like patterns in the middle of the map and said, "Is this the side wall?" Zhang Juzheng said, "Exactly. The small circle here is Guihua City. This is where the prince comes from."
King Shunyi first murmured: "It turns out that Guihua City is so close to the capital." After a pause, he then said: "It's not close, it's thousands of miles away. It looks close on this picture." Zhang Juzheng laughed and gave a thumbs up. : "The prince is smart. The distance between the naturalized city wall and the capital city wall is 875 miles. When compared on the map, the distance is only three finger widths."
The accurate figures reported by Zhang Juzheng casually contained a huge amount of information, which made King Shunyi's heart skip a beat, and he became secretly terrified.
Zhang Juzheng pointed the wooden stick to the north of the map and said: "Your Majesty, please look at this mountain - this is the Beidi Mountains, which is rarely visited by people in China. I heard that it stretches more than 4,000 miles from north to south, with Europe to the west and Zhongzhou to the east. Europeans call the Beidi Mountains the Ural Mountains."
King Shunyi was stunned, never expecting that there was such a vast land in the northern part of the grassland. Zhang Juzheng saw him stunned and smiled and said: "Your Majesty just said that the Borzhijin family may not have only one Genghis Khan, but I don't know how big the land the Borzhijin family occupied in the past——"
Pointing to the west with a wooden stick: "Back then, Batu's army used Bangkok's vicious tactics and returning artillery to march westward. They directly defeated the Beidi Mountains and broke into the continent of Europe. You should have heard that, the capital Some people from the West came, and they were the Europeans. In the past, these lands belonged to the Borjijin family."
As Zhang Juzheng spoke, he used a wooden stick to draw a large circle on the map that stunned King Shunyi. While his bloodline was furious, he also felt a little ashamed and helpless - as if he had soiled the bloodline of the Golden Family.
Seeing his excitement, Zhang Juzheng sneered: "The so-called Hu people have no luck for a hundred years, and the land of prosperous culture and education cannot be ruled with a horse whip. The great Yuan Dynasty in the Central Plains of Dingding was uprooted by Taizu of our dynasty, and Chengzu conquered the grassland several times. In the past two Where are the great Yuan Dynasty and the Golden Horde that are thousands of miles away now?"
King Shunyi blushed, bowed and whispered: "Although Temur admires Genghis Khan's achievements, he has no ambition to become a king and an ancestor. Now he can have a land with rich water and grass to herd horses and survive, which is enough."
Zhang Juzheng continued to sneer: "Now that I am facing the Han people, there were 167 million in the ninth year of Wanli. How many people are there in the various grassland tribes now? Are there too many Han people? The new army also has the advantage of firearms and cavalry. Is it okay to shoot?"
After hearing what the interpreter said, King Shunyi was sweating profusely and said in a low voice: "Yes, yes. The survival of our clan depends on the benevolence of Khan Tian. I and others must never dare to have any wrong thoughts."
Seeing that he was completely honest, Zhang Juzheng patted his shoulder again to express comfort. He took a sip of water from the teacup handed to him by Zhongshu, and tapped the map hard with a wooden stick. Tu Qiong said: "The emperor believes that from the east of Beidi Mountain to the sea outside Beishan, and in the north to the sea of Beiming. They all belong to China’s inherent land.”
"Therefore, the emperor will gather all the Mongolian tribes in Jehol next year, ennoble the kings, divide the pastures, and form a Han-Mongolian coalition to conquer this land that is larger than China in the northern expedition!"
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