"It's not that I, Old Wu, beg you on my own. You know that I, Old Wu, never ask for help from others!"
This is true. As the grandson-in-law of his great ancestor, Emperor Gao, if he could lower his face and ask for help, he would have been a high-ranking official and well-paid. How come it was only today that he had the opportunity to lead troops in battle.
"I want to ask you something for all the brothers who are marching to Burma this time!"
Seeing that he was speaking solemnly, Zhao Shi clasped his fists and said, "Please speak at the stage. As long as it is something that the general can handle, I am obligated!"
"Ha, you are still young. You didn't even ask anything, so you just got a guarantee?" Wu Lun smiled, then turned his head and looked at the stinking fire and the corpses burning in the fire.
, "We killed these barbarians, but many of our brothers also died!"
"You also know that our expedition to Burma this time is not a national war! Therefore, the brothers who died in the battle... have no explanation!" Wu Lun paused and then said, "You are returning to Beijing this time.
I want to see the emperor! I want to ask you to submit the list of brothers who died in the battle to the emperor..."
"You can also submit..." Zhao Shi suddenly interrupted him and said seriously.
Wu Lun looked at him with a smile, "You are the uncle of the state, and your words carry much more weight than me, Old Wu!"
The smile in his eyes made Zhao Shi feel a little distracted for a moment.
Then he suddenly realized that Wu Lun was not begging him, but was sending him a big favor.
On the one hand, after Zhao Shi returned to Beijing, the emperor would have to ask about the war in Burma and the casualties. If Zhao Shi could answer fluently and submit a memorial, it would be enough to prove to the emperor that his experience was not in vain and he was worthy of reuse.
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On the other hand, it was Wu Lun who was praising him, Zhao Shi! He asked Zhao Shi to write a letter asking for credit for the army that conquered Burma. Tens of thousands of people in that army would remember his great favor.
"Zhentai...you...?" Zhao Shi was speechless.
"I, Old Wu, will never ask for help in my life, but you have to remember!" Wu Lun said again, "We... we who are conquering Burma, stir food in one pot and sleep under the same quilt, brothers are not better than brothers. My old man
Wu, you don’t have to use birds, but these brothers are just like my brother-in-law who died in the battle, they are all miserable."
"Don't forget to give them a helping hand when you make great progress in the future!"
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Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace, Xiaochaohui.
The atmosphere seemed a bit solemn and the words were quite intense.
The Minister of the Institute of Integrity made a sudden announcement and said to Zhu Yunxi, who was sitting on the throne, "Your Majesty, the Burmese vassal has entered the capital. I think it is absolutely inappropriate to treat him with state courtesy!"
Ren Hengtai, the Minister of Rites, followed closely behind, "We have conferred a new vassal in the Ming Dynasty, and the vassal king is my minister in the Ming Dynasty. When the vassal came to the capital to thank our emperor for his kindness, he was doing his duty as a minister. He is a minister, and the emperor is a king and father. Since ancient times,
Since then, how can there be any precedent for a king to go out to welcome a foreign vassal?"
"It's inconsistent with etiquette!" Yang Jing, the imperial censor of Ducha, also said, "He is just a puppet vassal king of Burma, and the emperor will personally welcome him. How will other vassal states treat him in the future?"
"Your Majesty, all the officials will personally greet you, and the Duke will escort you..." Censor Yan Zhenzhi also said, "Where is my Ming Dynasty style?"
Zhu Yunxi rubbed his temples, feeling a little headache from all the objections coming one after another.
None of the civil servants had such big opinions about the war, but when it came to the Burmese king's visit to Beijing, they all opposed it, as if they were poking a hornet's nest and jumping into a well with their children in their arms.
In fact, Zhu Yunxi could understand why they spoke so fiercely.
Since ancient times, Zhongxia's foreign policy towards neighboring vassal states can be summed up in one sentence: I am your father!
No matter what country you are from or who you are, as long as you see the emperor, you must call him dad. You must send people to the capital, just like a son honoring his father, and send him tribute.
The tribute does not need to be expensive. A son should be filial to his father. What the father cares about is his son's heart, not whether the things are expensive.
But in return, the gift that the father gave to his son should not be shabby.
Maybe at first, these sons were afraid of Zhongxia's military power and were reluctant to come. But after seeing that Zhongxia's father had a lot of money, they even worked extra hard and refused to let him come.
It's like Goryeo in the original time and space. The Qing Dynasty beat it so hard that it didn't dare not call him daddy. But then it simply took root in the capital of the Qing Dynasty and couldn't leave. The country's GDP relied on the Qing Dynasty for relief. So much so that the Qing Dynasty's
The emperor gave orders every now and then, you should leave as soon as possible, I can no longer afford to support a cheap son like yours!
In any case, Zhongxia is the father, and those small countries are the sons.
It's just that Zhongxia's father sometimes changed his surname. His surname was Tang, Ming, and Qing.
Father Tang has a bad temper. If he gives you something, he will give you something, but if you don't obey, he will beat you.
Dad Ming is a loving father. When you ask for something, you must give it. When he helps you, he also really helps.
Father Qing is more generous, but he can't be offended, really. Even if Father Qing is beaten black and blue by foreigners later, he can deal with these cheap sons by grabbing toads with their little crotches and pinching them with their hands.
In the hearts of these civil servants, Zhongxia is the country of the king and father, which is an eternal truth.
If the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty goes out of the city in person and leads all the officials to welcome a puppet vassal king who is still established by the Ming Dynasty, isn't this rebellion against Tiangang?
Where is the code of ethics, where is the etiquette for monarchs and ministers, and where is the face of the Ming Dynasty?
"According to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, when receiving small vassal kings, the most important thing is to hold a state banquet in the Jinshen Hall!" Xin Yande, the Nantong Chief Secretary, also followed up and said, "And then give some gifts in return..." After that, he paused.
After a pause, he continued, "When Emperor Taizu Gao was in power, the reward was just some porcelain and silk. Emperor Taizu Gao once said that you should not use generous gifts to conquer a country and make it covet the wealth of the Ming Dynasty!"
"This time King Burmese comes. He is the king established by our Ming Dynasty. Without the Ming Dynasty, he is just a chief. What kind of reinvention is this?"
"My Ming Dynasty is like him recreating his parents, and his prosperity and wealth all depend on our dynasty! Our Ming Dynasty is a virtuous country, and we don't expect him to repay his kindness. But we reverse the priorities and let the emperor personally come to welcome him? I can't figure this out.
Where does the truth come from?”
Saying that, Xin Yande raised his head and looked at Zhu Yunxi, "Your Majesty, I don't know whose suggestion this is!"
"This..." Zhu Yunxi hesitated for a moment, his eyes drifting to the side.
Li Jinglong, Duke of Cao State, stood up hurriedly, "Xin Tongzheng, this is my idea!" He said to everyone, "King Burma is different from other vassal kings. He is our new vassal of the Ming Dynasty. The court treats him solemnly.
In order to appease the hearts of millions of Burmese people. Furthermore, his daughter and my royal clan have a good relationship, and the two parties are in a marriage alliance..."
"Mr. Cao Guo!" Xin Yande yelled, "Are you going to fall under the power of the Ming Dynasty?"
Li Jinglong had a meal on his face.
Then, behind the ministers in the palace, someone from the Ducha Yushi shouted, "National traitor!"
"In this second volume, where do you place the Ming Dynasty? Where do you place the Emperor?"
"Since ancient times, foreign vassals have come to Beijing devoutly, but you actually encourage the emperor to go out to welcome him in person?"
"Since then, my Ming Dynasty has become the laughingstock of the ages. What are your intentions?"
In an instant, everyone was squirting at Li Jinglong.
This is the fine tradition of the Ming Dynasty. No matter how big an official you are, no matter what the occasion, the civil servants will criticize you when they get the opportunity.
Especially when it comes to matters involving etiquette, not only do you have to rant, but you also have to rant to the point of death, even at the risk of your own life.
"The Ming Dynasty is in the world, and it is the country above the heaven!" Bao Zhao actually has a relationship with Li Jinglong, but at this time, he glared angrily and spoke mercilessly, "Do you...do you still have a father in your eyes?"
"alright!"
Zhang Wei, the Minister of Household Affairs, stood up, looked around, and said, "How unbecoming is it to shout and scream in front of the Emperor? Be quiet!"