Chapter 1139 Weak

When I raised my head, I saw that the shrines were lined up one after another, quite conspicuous, and a strong sense of solemnity came to my face.

The shrine is not much to see, but Zhu Yixi looked at the many emperors' names on it and felt quite emotional for a while.

Even if you become an emperor, you are still divided into three, six, and nine levels.

Of course, this distinction changes with time and trends.

The most typical example is Qin Shihuang. For two thousand years, his reputation has always been mixed, equal to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and he did not reach the top until the 21st century.

The Romance of the Three Kingdoms made Liu Bei's reputation soar while Cao Cao's reputation plummeted. The former Emperor Wu of Wei became a second-rate emperor.

Take Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty as an example. Historically, dynasties that generally liked to expand their territories were generally positive towards Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, while dynasties that were in a corner were mostly negative towards him.

For example, the Tang Dynasty had positive reviews, while the Song Dynasty was quite critical of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and even despised him as the second Qin Shihuang.

The Ming Dynasty was half-and-half appreciative of this, appreciating his expansion of territory to fight back against the Xiongnu, but criticizing him verbally and writtenly for his aggressive military activities in the rest of his life.

Song Renzong has been praised by literati for thousands of years, but who would have known that he lost the northwest and was extorted by the Khitan to increase annual tribute. The disadvantages of "three redundancies" became more and more serious during his tenure.

If it is stated that it died in Wanli, then the Northern Song Dynasty should have died in Renzong.

The world has changed, and today's reputation doesn't matter.

"Honorary descendants commented that Qin Shihuang was moved by me to the temple of all previous emperors. This also represents my attitude as an emperor and thus affects the world."

After putting on three sticks of incense, Zhu Yixi casually ordered: "It looks awkward with just a board. Find someone to draw some portraits!"

"Emperor's statue!"

Since there are temples for the emperors of the past dynasties, it is natural that statues of the emperors of the past dynasties must also be arranged.

At the same time, Zhu Yixi regarded these emperors as symbols of the output of values, so naturally he had to arrange some records of emperors and famous ministers.

Different from today's history books, as people of later generations, we should look at historical figures in two, praising their advantages and denouncing their shortcomings.

Then sort out the experience and sum up the lessons.

Although he understands that the biggest shortcoming of human beings is that they cannot learn lessons, but what if someone does?

Moreover, this is also the best emperor's book, and it is the most suitable to pass on to children. Anyone who can learn one or two lessons from it will make a profit.

"Command down..."

Liu Afu on the side nodded hurriedly.

When the emperor got on the chariot, he lowered his head and ordered: "I have heard what I just said. Let the cabinet find some people to compile the records of the emperor and famous ministers."

"Remember, you need both praise and criticism."

"My child, remember!" Gu An, a eunuch in his twenties, nodded hurriedly:

"Daddy, this matter is very important, but is there a time limit?"

The eunuchs who were able to follow the emperor were basically from the study room. They had read the Four Books and the Five Classics since they were young. They remembered the emperor's words after hearing them once, and they were naturally passionate about them.

But they need to implement it thoroughly to make the emperor more satisfied.

"The time limit, after all, is to compile a book, it should be half a year!" Liu Afu said thoughtfully: "Let the cabinet spend some time."

"How much will it cost?" Gu An raised his head slightly and asked carefully.

At this time, Liu Afu seemed not to care and said with a smile: "Just spend one hundred thousand. This matter cannot be left to the Ministry of Internal Affairs alone. It is also a matter for the imperial court."

"My son knows!" Gu An echoed:

"I'll ask the accounting supervisor to spend 100,000 yuan on this!"

The Ten Inquisitors of the Inner Court were transformed from the previous Twelve Inquisitors, and their powers were much reduced, but they were still huge.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs is responsible for making money, while the Accountant Supervisor is responsible for managing money, and all expenditures need to be recorded in the book to prevent confusion.

Of course, as the eunuch Bingbi who is the Supervisor of Ceremonies, Liu Afu has a great say, and the threshold for the Accountant Supervisor can only be said to be very few for him.

As if he remembered something, Liu Afu suddenly said: "Our family is still serving as the governor of the capital. This cannot last long..."

Douzhijian is responsible for the emperor's affairs. He is a secretary who handles all matters at any time. Naturally, he has to do whatever he wants.

The Chief of Ceremonies had his own office. Although he could talk to the emperor, it was difficult for him to take orders at any time.

As the chief eunuch of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, Liu Afu was naturally reluctant to give up power, and he also knew the taboos in the palace.

Everyone knows that the prisoner will definitely let him out.

Otherwise, if you block the way for others to rise, you will not be able to live in peace.

Not to mention anything else, the godsons are watching him covetously!

"Godfather!" Gu Yi raised his head, not caring about his excited expression.

In other words, in such a scene, truth is the easiest to be trusted.

"You can't do the palm print, so just be a supervisor!"

Liu Afu glanced at his eyes and chuckled.

Each of the ten eunuchs in the inner court has a eunuch who holds the seal, then the young eunuch, then the chief eunuch, then the steward, etc.

It can be said that although the eunuchs are not high-ranking, only the seventh grade, they are also among the middle-level eunuchs and the top eunuchs. The next step is the young eunuch and the deputy of the first eunuch.

"Thank you godfather, my child will live up to your high expectations!" Gu An was overjoyed and kowtowed quickly.

"Serve Your Majesty well!" Liu Afu chuckled, accentuating the first two words.

There must be an informant in front of the emperor, but the young eunuch and the eunuch are too obvious. A eunuch who is neither above nor below is most suitable.

Gu An knelt on the ground and respectfully sent him away. Then he stood up, patted his robe, raised his head and raised his chest.

"Congratulations to my godfather, congratulations to my godfather!"

A group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old eunuchs immediately raised their hands and shouted.

"Don't worry, our family won't treat you badly!"

Gu An said with a smile, as if the scene just now did not exist.

Money bags were put into his arms one after another, and no one felt anything unusual.

In the palace, if you want to last for a long time, you must keep an eye on all directions and listen to all directions. It is the most normal thing to accept an adopted son, and it is normal to promote one's own talents.

When you get old or fall out of favor, you will have to rely on your adopted sons to take care of you.

The eunuchs were restricted by the court and had no time to observe the so-called temperament. Naturally, whoever gave more money would be the most filial.

Naturally, the money collected must be handed over to the higher-ups, so that they can plan for promotion and then promote their adopted sons.

Since the birth of eunuchs for thousands of years, this system has never been discontinued and has been practiced.

The emperor naturally did not want this kind of clique to be used for personal gain, but human nature is such that if there is no adopted son, there will be a godson, or a deeded son.

Here the emperor returned to the harem and came to the Queen's Kunning Palace.

It happened that the King of Hunan, Zhu Cunfeng, was also there.

As the ninth son of the emperor and the youngest son of the empress, Prince Xiang is now eighteen years old. His appearance is similar to that of the prince, but he is half a head taller than the emperor.

Unlike the prince who was stable and gloomy since childhood, King Xiang acted somewhat casually due to the Queen's pampering.

When King Fu died, the queen wanted to let her youngest son inherit the throne, but Zhu Yixi, considering the position of the prince and King Fu's sensitivity, let the seventh son inherit King Fu.

Since he was carefree since childhood, King Xiang acted as he pleased and advocated force. He had the image of a martial artist.

At this time, he sat down carelessly, grabbed a golden and crispy roast chicken with both hands, and stuffed it into his mouth.

As soon as the fallen crispy skin hit the ground, it was eaten clean by two and a half big yellow dogs, and the ground was licked smoother than a mirror.

The palace maid and eunuch next to her couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and the overflowing aroma made her feel confused.

"My son, I pay my respects to my father!" When the King of Xiang saw his father, he was immediately frightened and hurriedly wiped his hands on his robe and bowed before him.

The queen's beautiful eyes were flowing, her plump buttocks bent, and she gave a gentle salute. Her fair little face showed a hint of mature beauty, and the slightly undulating mountains also revealed their grace at this time.

"Get up!" Zhu Yixi felt a little regretful.

At this time, the most suitable thing for a queen is the cheongsam, but unfortunately, just the exposed thighs are unacceptable, and Sun Xueniang will naturally not agree.

“Eat less of this fried chicken!”

Zhu Yixi looked at the fried chicken she invented. Most of it had disappeared, and all of it fell into King Xiang's stomach.

"Father, this fried chicken is delicious!"

King Xiang seemed to be bolder now that the Queen was around, and showed a simple and honest smile.

"snort!"

Sitting down, Zhu Yixi looked at his son and said nothing.

Queen Sun Xueniang smiled and said: "Your Majesty, this is a rare occasion for Xiao Jiuer, so let him eat it!"

King Xiang chuckled, but his father did not stop him and continued to eat.

There is no way, the youngest son is so willful.
To be continued...