The sun is slightly slanting, and the shadows of people are getting longer.
Today, after a heart-to-heart talk between the two of them, they added an elegant residence in the Tin Wa Hutong of Nanxunfang outside Donghua Gate and accommodated a loyal minister.
The emperor personally sent Wang Shizhen outside Donghua Gate, and even stood there to watch the literary leader leave the palace.
It can be said that it gave Wang Shizhen enough face in front of others.
Those who are loyal to the country should receive this kind of treatment.
Zhu Yijun quietly watched Wang Shizhen's leaving figure, recalling all the alliance leader's responses and reactions just now, and analyzing the psychology of alliance leader Wang by comparing it with the historical data in his mind.
To be honest, I am not at ease about Wang Shizhen's character and conduct.
It is different from the old fritters like Mr. Xu Ge and Mr. Yin Ge who were rehired.
Wang Shizhen is not yet a qualified political creature and cannot act solely on the basis of pros and cons.
Otherwise, he would not have fallen out with Zhang Juzheng.
This person even has a bit of a petty attitude.
Historically, Wang and Zhang corresponded frequently. As the first assistant, Zhang Juzheng, even though he was always smeared by Wang Shizhen, still included the fifteen letters he had written to Wang Shizhen in his family's collection and regarded him as a close friend.
Wang Shizhen is the complete opposite. There is absolutely no mention of her association with Zhang Juzheng in the collection.
He even left only one letter written to Zhang Juzheng, which was the letter pleading for his father's redress.
I can't really say that my mind is broad.
This kind of person is most self-centered and goes his own way.
Even if Zhu Yijun entrusts Lantai with his kindness and builds a grave to bury his father, I'm afraid he won't be able to take care of it for a few years.
But there is nothing I can do about it. After all, there are many people with this talent and learning, but not many with this reputation. In matters of public opinion, in addition to classic attainments, you also need to be able to form cliques and call friends.
Wang Daokun still lacks sufficient strength, and he will not be able to support him for three to five years.
Not to mention Dong Qichang, he is just a 19-year-old Juren now.
It can only be said that it is difficult to use it reluctantly, and then replace it when it is no longer available.
There's a shortage of people.
Zhu Yijun thought, turned around, and walked back.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zheng Zongxue, holding a daily note in one hand and a pen in the other, writing furiously.
Zhu Yijun became playful inexplicably, leaned over and stretched his head and asked: "Zheng Qing, what bad things are you writing about me?"
Zheng Zongxue was concentrating his attention and was frightened when he heard this.
Seeing that the emperor was approaching, he quickly turned aside to avoid the emperor's prying eyes, and said dullly: "Your Majesty, you just promised the cabinet and Lantai last time that you would not peek."
Zhu Yijun smiled and stopped teasing.
Are you kidding, you really think I can't see it? Why don't you think about why among the few who wrote daily notes, you and Shen Li are the only ones left now?
He waved his hand, stopped teasing, and casually started talking about family affairs: "Does this matter in Huguang have any impact on Zheng Qing's family?"
Although thunder, rain, and dew are all gifts from God.
But Zhu Yijun only occasionally slapped the people around him, but mostly showed kindness.
It has become normal to interact with people in Zhongshushe like this.
Like Zhang Juzheng, Zheng Zongxue was also a military householder.
Of course, the latter's family background is relatively worse, and he is considered a poor man from the village.
In addition, this person from Zhongshushe is very young, only twenty-eight years old now.
It can be said that he is Zhu Yijun's favorite type of Jinshi.
Xiao Zheng is from Xingguo Prefecture, Wuchang Prefecture, Huguang. Zhu Yijun took the opportunity to care about the situation of his family, and also learned about Huguang's affairs from a side perspective, and whether they would affect people's livelihood.
Zheng Zongxue first thanked him, and then said respectfully: "Your Majesty is concerned, and I am terrified. Your Majesty, I have never received a letter from my family, so it should be unaffected."
He seems quite naive, lacking the calmness of a man from aristocratic family who has a way out and can become an official at any time.
And he was not tall either. The little emperor and he were walking together, with only half a head of height difference.
It is now midnight, approaching Shen hour, and the sun has calmed down slightly.
The group did not go back to Xiyuan directly because the emperor had to go to Xuanzhimen to practice martial arts today. Even though they spent three days fishing and two days drying nets, they were still guaranteed to be able to practice for about twenty hours in one month.
Zhu Yijun walked in front, talking every now and then.
He told Zheng Zongxue not to stay on duty too late, to take good care of his health, and to make some friends when he was alone in Beijing.
I came from Xiaozheng Village and have only been working for two or three years.
Every time I encountered the emperor's behavior as a courteous and virtuous corporal, I couldn't stand it and thanked him profusely.
Suddenly, Zhu Yijun said out of nowhere: "Zheng Qing, I just played against Wang Shizhen, and you were present the whole time."
"Any ideas?"
Zheng Zongxue subconsciously tried to evade: "Your Majesty, I dare not..."
Zhu Yijun interrupted him directly: "Zheng Qing, tell me something from your heart. What do you think?"
Despite the naive look on Xiao Zheng's face, if he were really stupid, Zhu Yijun wouldn't be around him as a scholar.
Zheng Zongxue came from an ordinary background, but at the age of twenty-five, he passed the provincial examination in August, went to Beijing for the national examination the following year, and became a high school scholar in March. He even passed the imperial examination twice in his life.
Although he did not have much reputation in later generations, he was definitely one of the best among people.
Although old men are useful, this kind of young team must also be vigorously cultivated - the current Zhongshushe people in Wanshou Palace, such as Deng Yizan, Zheng Zongxue, Yu Shenxing, etc., are almost all in their twenties and early thirties.
Zhu Yijun doesn't care if the old guys have second thoughts, as long as it works well, but the young team is different, they have to think in the same frequency and follow the same steps.
Regular heart-to-heart conversations and ideological work are indispensable.
The most important thing is that the thoughts of these younger generation of Jinshi on this matter are also crucial!
Zheng Zongxue was in quite a dilemma, mainly because his close ministers discussed politics and could easily be impeached.
If you don't pay attention, you will be labeled as "a person who is lucky enough to be close to you and makes arrogant comments about big policies".
But since the emperor had already said this, he couldn't shirk it anymore.
Zheng Zongxue apologized and began to think about it.
After a while, he slowly said: "I am from a humble background, have limited knowledge, and only have mediocre words. Your Majesty, please listen to them."
After that, he bowed again.
Zhu Yijun hummed casually, rather impatiently as he was too lazy to listen to cliches.
When Zheng Zongxue saw this, his expression became more and more respectful, and he said thoughtfully: "Your Majesty, my mother worships Buddhism, and I have been influenced by it."
"The Buddhist classic "The Mahaparinirvana Sutra" once recorded the words of the Buddha, saying..."
"Seven hundred years after my parinirvana, demonic waves will gradually disrupt my dharma."
"For example, a hunter wears dharma robes, and so does the demon king Paxun, who takes the form of a monk, a nun, an upasaka, and an upasika, and also turns into a sotapanna body, and even into an arhat body and a buddha body. .The devil uses this shape with leaks to create a body without leaks, destroying my righteous Dharma."
Zheng Zongxue did not explain the meaning to the emperor, but just kept talking to himself.
After all, no one treats the emperor as a child anymore, let alone a close relative like Zheng Zongxue who provides daily care to the emperor.
Zhu Yijun naturally understood.
Even because Empress Dowager Li was fond of Buddhism, he even briefly read through the Mahaparinirvana Sutra.
What this means is that the Buddha is about to pass away, and the demon king Bo Xun will incarnate into thousands of monks, laypeople, saints of various fruits, and even the Buddha.
He came to defile the Buddhist status, tamper with the meaning of Buddhist scriptures, seduce Buddhist believers, and ruin the reputation of Buddhism.
Zheng Zongxue obviously meant something.
Zhu Yijun looked at Zheng Zongxue with great interest, signaling him to continue.
Zheng Zongxue paused for a moment, obviously hesitant.
After a while, he slowly spoke, and his voice was as low as a mosquito: "Your Majesty, it has been two thousand years since our late teacher Confucius passed away!"
"Today, waves are everywhere!"
Zhu Yijun waved his hand to the ministers to stay away, then turned around and looked at Zheng Zongxue silently.
After a while, Zhu Yijun smiled and asked: "So?"
Zheng Zongxue's eyes showed sincerity and he spoke sincerely: "Your Majesty, I come from a poor family, not to mention a poor family. I am just one of the many scholars in the Ming Dynasty, just like an ordinary Buddhist believer."
"Leaders in the literary world such as Leader Wang, Shaoshi Xu and other great figures in Confucian classics are like the abbots and abbots of various temples."
"I am aware of the merits of the Buddha, and my admiration for him is deep in my heart. But externally, I always worship him when I see a temple. I don't care whether he is incarnated in Boshun or not, just for the convenience of walking."
"Now, for the sake of Heaven and the sentient beings in the three realms, whether His Majesty is cutting down mountains and destroying temples, or building a new Da Leiyin Temple, Buddha and the Pure Land of Buddhism are always in the hearts of many believers and they do not want to be moved."
"His Majesty……"
"The great merits and great achievements of our ancestors were in the establishment of rituals in the countries and the civilization of the barbaric wilderness. Even if there are some mistakes and omissions, they will not damage the merits of all generations."
After Zheng Zongxue finished speaking, he felt both happy and uneasy.
When he looked up, he saw the emperor staring directly at him.
He was startled, became more and more uneasy, and wanted to apologize.
Unexpectedly, the emperor suddenly sighed and patted himself on the shoulder: "Zheng Qing, why don't you say you are young? Only at your age can you dare to go straight to this kind of thing instead of pretending to understand.
Confused."
Zhu Yijun was really emotional.
Zheng Zongxue was young, and he had just expressed his sincerity, asking him to speak his mind.
Turns out he actually said it!
Don't be afraid of what you say or what you mean.
Zheng Zongxue admired Confucius very much, but he believed that Confucius was a "first teacher" rather than a "sage".
Confucius's merits are based on the rituals of the states, not on being born with a flawless golden body.
Therefore, when the emperor singled out the errors in the "Book of Rites", Zheng Zongxue felt that it did not matter. He believed that Confucius was a human being and it was normal for him to make mistakes.
As long as Confucius made the "big rites" of other countries right, everything else was just minutiae, and his merits would not diminish, and he would still be his teacher to guide his life.
And reinterpreting the Book of Rites and competing for the right to speak of the classics are just a fight between Bo Xun incarnations.
Even Confucius has been dead for two thousand years. Just like Buddhism, he only lives in his heart.
There are other schools of Confucian classics, whether it is the Xinxue school that Xu Jie learned from Wang Yangming, the retro school that Wang Shizhen wanted to start over, or even the Gongyang school that went further back, they are all in a mess.
They all use Confucius's reasoning to explain themselves and seek their own benefits.
This is Zheng Zongxue's attitude, and it is also the perspective of a poor student provided to the emperor - what the emperor wants to do, they, scholars with no background, do not care about, the etiquette of the saints only exists in their own hearts.
After hearing the emperor's words, Zheng Zongxue couldn't help but shook his head: "Your Majesty, I am only twenty-eight years old, and I am still young."
Zhu Yijun actually admired this temperament: "I only hope that you will still have this temperament twenty years from now."
Zheng Zongxue suddenly laughed: "If I change my temper at that time, your Majesty can also treat me with affection and reason with me, just like you did to the leader of the king."
Zhu Yijun started laughing.
He patted this kid hard on the shoulder.
"Stop talking, you just go back to the Wanshou Palace to be on duty. I'm going to Xuanzhimen to practice martial arts."
After saying that, Zhu Yijun greeted his ministers and left Zheng Zongxue.
"His Majesty!"
When Zhu Yijun was about to leave, he heard Zheng Zongxue calling him.
He turned around in confusion and saw Zheng Zongxue bowing and saluting: "Your Majesty has devoted himself to state affairs and has not forgotten to instruct me to take good care of his body."
"I am brave enough to ask your Majesty to raise the dragon body and grow it vigorously...get married as soon as possible!"
Zhu Yijun smiled and said nothing this time.
He just waved his hand and led a group of palace people away.
It wasn't until the emperor disappeared from Zheng Zongxue's sight that Zhong Shushe suddenly felt emotional.
In a voice that only he could hear, he murmured: "Your Majesty is determined in the Three Realms. If you can achieve perfect merit and virtue, the glory of heaven will not be weaker than that of the Buddha Land."
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"Your Majesty, swordsmanship is not about hacking randomly like you."
"The so-called yin and yang must be rotated, the hands must be straight, the front feet must be bent, and the back feet must be straight."
"Strike one at a time, uncover it one by one, work hard, move forward step by step, and you will be invincible in the world!"
Lin Shaohuai, a doctor in the Arsenal Department of the Ministry of War who was also in charge of the Jingwei martial arts school, taught by words and deeds, and personally corrected the essentials of swordsmanship for the emperor.
After more than half a year, I finally got the hang of the emperor's royal horse and archery, and I can practice it on my own.
Then he added the sword technique.
Although the emperor has his own emperor's sword, which is wrapped with the four barbarians and the four seasons, he should not learn this weapon of life and death.
However, Taizu and Chengzu came first, and later there were Yingzong, Wuzong, and other ancestors who established the law. The young emperor learned swordsmanship, and it was difficult for outsiders to make irresponsible remarks.
Even the nobles, the entire Beijing camp, and even the cabinet are supportive.
Especially Zhang Juzheng - His Majesty will conduct inspections in the capital sooner or later, so it would be good to learn more about how to show off.
When Mu Zong was in the military parade, he looked like his bones had been knocked out and his marrow had been sucked out. He was struggling to put on his armor, and he really couldn't restrain the soldiers.
As soon as these words came out, Gao Yi also thought of Mu Zong's appearance and started to support him.
Of course, when the emperor practiced swordplay, the weapon was naturally not pointed.
Maybe it's for this reason that Zhu Yijun has been practicing for almost a month and he still doesn't have a general look.
The little emperor couldn't help but feel a little angry: "Mr. Lin, don't bring your clerical work habits into martial arts."
"Where did this jingle come from to fool me? It's your attitude that delayed the progress of my martial arts practice."
When Lin Shaohuai heard this, he stopped talking.
Seeing this, Luo Sigong on the side explained kindly: "Your Majesty, this is from the "Sequel to Tao Qian", a military book written by Yu Dayou, which is the first of the 140 chapters of the Sword Classic."
As soon as they finished speaking, both of them glared at Luo Sigong.
Lin Shaohuai looked at the little emperor with an apologetic smile.
cough.
Zhu Yijun coughed slightly to cover up his embarrassment.
He casually handed the unedged long sword to Luo Sigong.
"Since we mentioned the art of war, it's time to take a break and talk about business."
Zhu Yijun inadvertently changed the subject and looked at Lin Shaohuai: "Lin Qing, where are the case files of those students from Jingwei Martial Arts School that you were asked to transfer last time?"
Lin Shaohuai got off the donkey, bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty, you are on duty, I will go and get it right away."
Zhu Yijun nodded and motioned for him to go quickly, otherwise everyone would be embarrassed by what just happened.
Lin Shaohuai disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It took a while.
Only then did Lin Shaohuai return again, holding several case files in his arms and running back panting.
Zhu Yijun took the case file from his hand and read it carefully.
The emperor's martial arts training naturally required a group of sparring partners, who occasionally studied the same subject or practiced in competitions.
Most of them were selected from Jingwei martial arts, such as Luo Sigong.
Most of these students of Jingwei martial arts were nobles, and after they were officials, they naturally passed the political review and could get close to the emperor.
And Zhu Yijun can also discover some useful people in this process.
Although it is still the same as before, most of the waste is waste, but fortunately the base is large and the elimination is more frequent, so you can always find some good products.
After a year, Zhu Yijun's personal guards and the Beijing camp's officer reserve all had candidates in mind.
After reading through it roughly, Zhu Yijun divided the book into two parts.
He handed some of them to Jiang Keqian beside him and ordered: "These people will serve as guards."
After Jiang Keqian took it, he responded respectfully.
Zhu Yijun looked at Lin Shaohuai again and said, "Qing Lin, the Ministry of War sent a letter to Qi Jiguang, the governor of the four towns, last month, saying that a group of officers from the Beijing camp would be sent for further training. Has Qi Jiguang responded to the letter?"
After all, Lin Shaohuai was a doctor in the Ministry of War, so he was familiar with this business.
He quickly replied: "Reply to Your Majesty, I replied at the beginning of the month, and the quota with the Ministry of War is forty-seven."
Further studies also require official placement, and Qi Jiguang could only free up so many temporary official positions.
Zhu Yijun nodded and handed another part of the case file to Lin Shaohuai: "Send these students from the Jingwei martial arts school to Qi Jiguang along with the Jingying soldiers."
Lin Shaohuai bowed in response.
Just as he was about to reach out to pick it up, he suddenly saw the little emperor taking it back.
The little emperor seemed to think of something and waved his hand: "You can go to the Chief of Ceremonies to pick it up tomorrow."
Lin Shaohuai didn't know what was going on, so he had to stand up silently and stand aside.
Zhu Yijun thought for a while, looked at Luo Sigong, and said slowly: "Commander Luo, go tell the parents of these people, just say..."
"In this training, if the family's habits are difficult to change, they will definitely be punished."
"To prevent them from finding fault with Qi Jiguang later, I made it clear to them in advance.
"There is still time to regret before tomorrow. Once the Ministry of War takes away the case file, there will be no room for regret."
Luo Sigong nodded silently, turned and left.
Zhu Yijun casually handed the case file in his hand to Zhang Hong.
Having said that, we have to dissuade some political speculators.
His move was almost like giving the green light and creating a shortcut to martial law.
There's no other way, I can't keep putting up with the old man.
Civil servants need to have young teams, and military attachés naturally have to prepare for rainy days.
It is also very important to cultivate a group of good family members who have practiced martial arts with the emperor and been beaten, and put them in the backbone positions of the guards in each camp.
Otherwise, if one day he raised his arms and called out, not only no one responded, but he was stabbed to death on the street, wouldn't he regret it too much?
Therefore, once the green light is turned on, the threshold cannot be too low.
If you don't even dare to risk your life, why should you allow you to speculate politically?
Now we are going to Jiliao, and in the future we have to go to Xuanda, and then to the southeast, where we can wash the sand in big waves, and then we can reuse it in the capital camp after we return to Beijing!
Zhu Yijun was almost rested, so he stood up and stretched.
He called Lin Shaohuai and asked him to continue teaching him how to practice swordsmanship.
At this moment, everyone saw the eunuch Wei Chao, the eunuch Wei Chao coming in a hurry.
Lin Shaohuai knew something was wrong, so he stood still and did not approach the emperor.
When the Wei Dynasty saw that the emperor was free and was about to hand the memorial to Zhang Hong, the chief official of the ceremony, he immediately thought about it and came to the emperor's side.
Zhu Yijun saw these little thoughts in his eyes and did not stop them - this was originally the pattern of being the Supervisor of Ceremonies that he deliberately set up.
He glanced at Zhang Hong, lowered his eyebrows and remained indifferent, and nodded with satisfaction.
Zhu Yijun looked at Wei Chao and took the initiative to ask: "What's the matter?"
Wei Chao quickly took out a memorandum and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, Zhang Siwei has become an official because of his estrangement. He wants to return to his hometown and Ding You. The cabinet has already drafted the votes and asked us, the Chief of Ceremonies, to deal with it as soon as possible."
To deal with it as soon as possible, naturally let the Chief of Ceremonies not send it to the two palaces, but come directly to the emperor.
These are tacit slang words reached when the emperor was not personally in power.
Zhu Yijun had no expression on his face, took the memorial and glanced at it.
The words he used were quite satisfactory, and there was no trace of resentment at all. He seemed to be honest.
He closed the memorial, handed it to Zhang Hong, and said: "Praise Hong, allow him to become an official, and give him carriages and horses as usual."
Wei Chao glanced at the memorial that had gone out of his hand and it was in Zhang Hong's hand again, and couldn't help but feel discouraged.
The emperor's every move is really heart-breaking.
I was feeling uncomfortable when I suddenly remembered something else.
He calmed down and spoke again: "Your Majesty, in addition, Zhang Siwei also handed over a note today."
"Request to see His Majesty."
"However, His Majesty received Wang Shizhen today. He had given instructions in advance, but the minister refused."
Having said that, as soon as he raised his head, he saw the emperor's eyes sweeping over him, and his meaning was unclear.
A while passed.
Only then did he hear the emperor's voice, his tone calm: "Ask him to come to see me at Wanshou Palace tomorrow before leaving."
Chapter completed!