Looking at the gate of Kaifeng City, Li Jinglong on horseback could not straighten his waist.
During horse riding in winter, the cold wind drilled into the bone seams like a knife. The thighs were abraded and painful, and when the wind blew, they got stuck on the pants. Every time it was touched, it was like heart-wrenching.
"Enter the city!"
Li Jinglong waved his hand at the gate of the city, and the cavalryman from before waved his badge at the city defenders, "Here from the capital, delivering official documents to the Chief Secretary's Yamen!"
After checking the badges and documents, the gatekeepers naturally let him go quickly.
Then Li Jinglong led the cavalry and swarmed towards the Chief Secretary's Yamen.
There was no registration number for entering the city, and he went to the Chief Secretary first instead of going to Prince Zhou's Mansion, which shows Li Jinglong's sophistication and shrewdness.
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In the back hall of the Chief Secretary's Yamen, Chief Secretary Pan Boyong was looking at various documents in his hands. He was in his forties and dressed like a standard Confucian scholar and civil servant.
Suddenly, the voice of a long follower sounded outside the door, "Sir, please report from the front office. Someone sent by the Ministry of Household Affairs in Beijing to deliver documents wants to see you!"
"See me?" Pan Boyong put down the document in his hand and frowned, "Can't you just let someone collect it? Why do you have to see me?"
"It is said that the document is of great importance and must be delivered to you. The leader is a school captain!" The commander said softly.
Hearing this, Pan Boyong became even more confused. He thought for a moment and said, "Bring it here!"
Not long after, there were footsteps outside the door, and a burly captain came in with the chief attendant.
Pan Boyong didn't even raise his head, "Why do you want to see the chief minister of this department?"
The captain looked back and saw that Pan Boyong's chief attendant was still standing beside him and said, "Zhang Shangshu of the Ministry of Revenue has sent a written document to your Excellency, please check it. Before coming, Zhang Shangshu ordered that this matter cannot be passed."
Third hand!"
"Oh?" Pan Boyong raised his head and looked at the captain, suddenly full of disbelief.
"Sir, do you recognize me?" the captain smiled.
"You..." Pan Boyong was confused.
Then the lieutenant nodded and said softly, "In addition, the Master of the Capital City has something to say to you, please shield me!"
"Okay, okay!" Pan Boyong stood up and said to his followers, "You all go out and stay far away!"
"yes!"
Pan Boyong quickly walked to the door again, looked outside a few times, and quickly closed the door.
"I didn't expect that the chief minister actually recognized me!" The captain took off his helmet, revealing Li Jinglong's face with a messy beard.
"Xiaguan once served as a member of the Ministry of War, so he knows the Duke!" Pan Boyong was full of doubts.
"Since we are acquaintances, it will be easier to do things!" Li Jinglong smiled and looked around the other party's study.
"Are you coming this time...?" Pan Boyong asked, staring at Li Jinglong.
Li Jinglong's eyes fell on the other party's teapot, he strode over and picked up a tea cup, and drank several cups of tea in one breath. He came all the way and was really tired, thirsty and hungry.
"Pan Bozheng has a decree!" Li Jinglong said seriously as he drank some water.
"Your Majesty Pan Boyong accepts the order..."
"Read the handwriting the emperor gave you yourself!" Li Jinglong took out Zhu Yunxi's secret edict from his arms and handed it to the other party. Then he saw a plate of uneaten snacks on Pan Boyong's table and sat down directly to pick it up.
Just eat.
"ah?"
"this?"
"hiss!"
In the blink of an eye, Pan Boyong let out three low shouts, each with a different meaning. His face changed drastically, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
"This man is not a responsible person, he is too timid!" Li Jinglong thought to himself.
Then Li Jinglong took a few more sips from the tea bowl and said vaguely, "Do you see clearly?"
"Please let me know what I should do as a subordinate!" Pan Boyong said politely.
"Come here!" Li Jinglong called the other party over and whispered, "I will not enter the palace. You can just find any excuse and say that you are inviting the King of Zhou to a banquet. It is best to arrange the banquet at your home...
..”
On the way here, Li Jinglong had already made various plans in his mind, how to escort King Zhou to Fengyang in a simple and beautiful manner without causing an uproar and making people panic.
As the saying goes, one knows the person but not the heart. If he rashly enters the palace to question the crime, who knows whether the King of Zhou will admit it or not? People in the Lao Zhu family are all stubborn. If the King of Zhou is not willing to give in, the matter will be ruined.
It's not that he, the King of Zhou, dares to openly defy the imperial decree, but if the time comes and he curses and says something unpleasant, if he doesn't recognize the imperial decree, he must say that it is a disorderly life...
Be careful when sailing the ship of ten thousand years, it is best to be silent...
"Duke!" Pan Boyong suddenly interrupted Li Jinglong, "King Zhou is not in the city for a thousand years!"
Li Jinglong was stunned for a moment, then stood up and asked, "Where have you gone?"
"The day before yesterday, people from the Zhou Palace were leaving the city. They said that the thousand-year-old King of Zhou was going to his mausoleum to see the progress of the construction!" Pan Boyong said, "With more than two hundred guards, there is also the Crown Prince of Zhou!"
"The emperor didn't even build the mausoleum, you built it first!"
Li Jinglong cursed secretly in his heart, but then his mind brightened.
"It will save trouble if he is not in the city. It would be difficult to do it if he is in the city. First control the people outside, and then I will go back to the palace to read the imperial edict. Without King Zhou, the group of female relatives in the palace will not be able to do anything. His people
It’s even more impossible to cause trouble.”
"Well, we need to mobilize the troops first. Sheng Yong at the guard station is already under control. If we mobilize two battalions of troops, everything will be fine!"
"I'm leaving the city now!" Li Jinglong said, having some concerns in his mind, "I'll leave it to Bu Zheng Pan to deal with the city affairs." As he said this, he stared at the other person, "Do you want me to tell you what to do?"
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The tomb of King Zhou is not in Kaifeng but in Yuzhou. The two places are nearly three hundred miles apart.
Backed by the eastern foothills of Laoguan Mountain, it is truly a rare Feng Shui treasure land.
Nowadays, construction is starting both on the ground and underground. Thousands of craftsmen are as busy as ants. A magnificent hall has been built on the ground, and an underground palace is being built underground.
Zhou Wang Zhu Ju got off the carriage, rubbed his red hands, and kept looking at his base a hundred years later.
At the same time, I also vaguely remembered some old things in my heart.
In the third year of Hongwu, the king of Zhou was originally titled King of Wu, and his fiefdom was in Hangzhou. But the old man said that Qiantang was an important financial and taxation area, so it was not possible. Therefore, his fiefdom was delayed.
In the eleventh year of Hongwu, the title of King of Zhou was suddenly changed to Kaifeng.
He knew clearly in his mind that the change of the king's title and fiefdom was actually the old man's regret. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the old man gave his sons titles very randomly. But later, the position of the crown prince of the eldest son was stabilized, and the eldest grandson was born.
The old man felt that the title of Wu could not be given to his son, but should be given to his grandson in the future, so he took it back.
When he thought of this, Zhou Wang Zhu Ju felt as if a fishbone had been pierced in his heart.
His royal title was taken back, and the financial and taxation land in Hangzhou was not allowed to be sealed. But as soon as the eldest brother, the prince, left, the old man changed hands and gave it to the current emperor, the original third child.
When the old man granted the title of vassalage to his precious eldest grandson, he did not say that Hangzhou, the most important place in the world of finance and taxation, should not be granted vassal status.
"Hey!" Thinking of this, Zhou Wang Zhu Ju smiled self-deprecatingly, and thought to himself, "What do you want to do with these sesame seeds and rotten millet? The old man has given his country to his precious grandson, so what does a King of Wu mean to him!"
In fact, Zhou Wang Zhu Ru didn't like Kaifeng at all. In comparison, he preferred the thousand-year-old city of Luoyang. He also begged the old man in private, but he almost didn't get a beating.
"Who said we are motherless children?" Looking at his mausoleum, Zhou Wang Zhu Ru sneered again in his heart.