Chapter 1 The Great Hun Lord is actually myself? (Please collect)
In the sixteenth year of Zhengde, on the night of March 14th, the spring was still cold.
Located in Prince Xing's Mansion in Luzhou, Si'an, Huguang Governor, a young man with a handsome appearance and deep eyes looked at the full moon in the sky.
The palace was luxuriously furnished, but he was wearing crude linen clothes.
"……Nung, moon and new moon."
He softly chanted Su Dongpo's words, his tone full of melancholy and sadness.
"Your Highness." The man who spoke was in his twenties, chubby and fair, "You want to sacrifice your grandpa again?"
"yes……"
The boy's answer was a bit perfunctory.
Where was he thinking about this?
As an accountant five hundred years later, Zhu Houcong was thinking about his friend Lao Qin, a lawyer.
The original eldest son of Prince Xing, Zhu Houcong, was indeed extremely filial. After the death of Prince Xing, he was given the posthumous title of "Xian". As the only son, Zhu Houcong cried so hard that he fainted, allowing him to travel to five hundred years ago.
According to the etiquette, the period of filial piety lasted for twenty-seven months, which gave him enough time to confirm the fact of soul transmigration. One year and nine months later, he had completely adapted to this identity.
Now, I'm afraid it's time to face the problem that has been lingering in Zhu Houcong's heart.
Lao Qin once said: At the age of fifteen this year, he should be embarrassed by the emperor's throne falling from the sky. After he ascended the throne, he became the famous Jiajing Emperor, which provided rich material for countless literary and artistic works in later generations.
Lao Qin loved to talk about Zhu Ming when he was drinking, and because of a masterpiece TV series, Lao Qin pulled him to talk to him a lot about Jiajing after watching it.
Whether it's from Lao Qin's mouth or in that TV series, the emperor Jiajing is really hard to describe.
From the emperor's standpoint, he did a good job, and in the end everyone fell under his feet.
Faced with a time when all kinds of conflicts were difficult to suppress, he suppressed them with his own personal skills and made some reforms.
But from the perspective of ordinary people, it is not too much to say that he is a foolish king, right?
Now Jiajing has become himself.
Zhu Houcong was a layman, and he only had money in his eyes. If conditions allowed, he would also dream of countless women.
But this time travel is so powerful, and the life of the guaranteed prince has already satisfied all kinds of low-level needs, not to mention that he will become the emperor who controls the destiny of countless people?
Give you a chance, you have to make use of it.
Zhu Houcong knew very well that there was a huge gap between him, who only followed the instructions of his superiors and managed finances in a medium-sized company, and the highest level of political competition in the court.
When it comes to brains and political talent, Lao Qin once said: Jiajing himself scorned the vast majority of people.
This is the question that Zhu Houcong has been in a dilemma for more than a year: Should he spend the rest of his life with the harem, or should he fight with the top politicians to create a vibrant new Ming Dynasty?
It’s difficult. It has been more than a hundred years since the founding of the People’s Republic of China. Just like when a person reaches middle age, many problems have begun to show up. How easy is it to regain a second youth?
Zhu Houcong looked at the moon, and the roaring face of Lao Qin seemed to appear in it: The shame of the time traveler, I can do it, let me do it!
Zhu Houcong misses Lao Qin very much now: Why didn't he come over with him and stay by his side as a eunuch to help his staff?
"Your Highness?" Zhu Houcong's accompanying eunuch Huang Jin said with concern, "Grandpa Xian has been gone for almost two years, and you are always so sad, which is not good for your health."
Zhu Houcong had been hiding his thoughts for more than a year, and naturally looked depressed in the eyes of others.
"My health is good." Zhu Houcong smiled at Huang Jin, "I work hard with Lu Bing every day."
Huang Jin laughed honestly: "General Manager Lu Xiaoqi said that his father, Lu Dianzhan, praised His Highness's method as very effective, and that if he persisted for a long time, it would indeed have the effect of strengthening his body."
"It's just a jog." Zhu Houcong asked after a pause, "Is there anything unusual in the house these two days?"
"Everything is as usual..." Huang Jin hesitated, "It's just that after the Chinese New Year, many wealthy businessmen from neighboring prefectures came over. I heard that they were all here for the marriage between His Highness and the Princess. Mr. Chang Shi has been quite busy recently."
Zhu Houcong looked at him and nodded silently: "Tomorrow you secretly tell Lu Dianzhan and ask the ceremonial guards he arranges around Jie Changshi to pay more attention and see what Jie Changshi does."
"...I know this." Huang Jin looked worried, "Your Highness, it is better to wait until you successfully seize the title of king, and then find an opportunity to ask your Majesty for the report. Prince Ning's rebellion has just been put down, and after all, Lord Chang Shi was appointed by the imperial court..."
"I know what I know." Zhu Houcong smiled and comforted him, "It's getting late, Huang Jin, you go and have a rest. I'm going to sleep as usual, reading and writing, so I don't have to wait on you anymore."
Huang Jin, the eunuch who had grown up with him since childhood, had become accustomed to the prince's current living habits. He had to be taken care of by others for food, clothing and daily necessities, and he always practiced calligraphy for a while before going to bed.
Grandpa Xian seemed to have grown up suddenly after his death. Looking at the light he kept on for a long time at night made people feel that he was lonely and heartbroken.
"Your Highness, don't be tired."
After giving these instructions, Huang Jin left.
Zhu Houcong took out a large box from the bookcase in the room and opened the lock.
Inside, there are several bound volumes.
Zhu Houcong looked at these and murmured to himself: If you don't cultivate immortality, don't abuse palace maids, be careful about the hospital, and don't play with water, the safety factor of being an emperor is actually quite high.
The booklet on the top has the following words on the cover: "Old Qin once said"
Zhu Houcong recorded everything Lao Qin talked to him here.
He may not be as politically gifted as the real Jiajing, but he also has things that Jiajing does not have.
Opening the volume titled "Chao Ju", Zhu Houcong spread out a blank page and slowly began to rub ink.
He is good at dealing with information and data, organizing, analyzing, and making statistics.
Picking up the brush, Zhu Houconn wrote a new line.
[Palace Examination Postponed]: This is an opportunity. I should wait until I ascend the throne to hold the palace examination.
[Wang Qiong, the Minister of the Ministry of War, was reassigned as the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel]: The emperor rarely went to court during his serious illness, but he actually appeared in the court dragging his sick body just to issue this hand-written edict...
Zhu Houcong knew that he might not be as thoughtful as the civil servants in the court, but he would be the emperor!
The etiquette and rules that those people uphold can become the weapons that they use to determine their destiny.
Junjun, minister, are you surprised?
What he recorded was what he saw in the newspaper to analyze some key information.
There were other books in the box, recording some memories and knowledge that he remembered that might be useful five hundred years later.
We should try our best to do the right things, such as paying more attention to the ocean, firearms and other technologies in the Age of Discovery, and properly managing floods and other disasters.
For another example, I should be considered the most professional accountant in Ming Dynasty now, right?
Thinking of ways to improve Ming Dynasty's financial situation, Zhu Youjian many years later will give him crazy praise.
After completing these daily sorting and recording, Zhu Houcong put down his pen and nodded with satisfaction.
If you don’t have enough talent, you have to work hard to make it happen.
So the next level is the grand ceremony held in order to grasp power after being elected as emperor. Even if you copy it according to the guide, what are the key points?
He couldn't remember clearly.
At this moment, Zhu Houcong missed Lao Qin very much!
…
More than two thousand miles away in the Forbidden City, an old man with white beard and hair, wearing a crimson official uniform sitting on a python, was led by a eunuch and approached the Qianqing Palace.
Wearing a python robe means being a highly respected minister, rich and powerful, not to mention sitting in a python?
This old man was Yang Tinghe, the chief minister of the cabinet at that time.
He clasped his hands hidden in his robe and asked softly: "When will Bachelor Liang, Bachelor Jiang, and Bachelor Mao arrive?"
The young eunuch immediately lowered his head and answered when he heard the sound, without stopping: "I'll report back to Mr. Ge, we should be here soon..."
The little eunuch's tone was anxious and uneasy, with a guilty conscience that showed extreme respect and even some fear.
He couldn't help but fear him.
The Emperor Zhu Houzhao, who had been seriously ill for half a year, survived the cold winter and finally passed away tonight.
The emperor had no children, and Yang Tinghe could be regarded as the actual ruler of the Ming Dynasty until the new emperor ascended the throne.
Yang Tinghe nodded and walked more calmly, frowning in thought all the way.
The student who had given him a headache for sixteen years was no longer in the Leopard Room, no longer in the Xuan Mansion, and had returned to the Forbidden City, but he would never open his eyes again or open his mouth to express new thoughts and thoughts.
The relationship between monarch and minister, teacher and student, then and now... In the past few months when the emperor was seriously ill, the scenes had actually appeared in his mind thousands of times.
The day had come, and he was feeling a little relieved in his sorrow, but also had some strange expectations for the future, and he had to suppress the dark desire for power deep in his heart.
Eunuchs can no longer cause trouble so easily. It is best for the cabinet and the six ministries to have only one substantial core.
The most important thing is that the new emperor can no longer be as willful as Emperor Zhengde.
Yang Tinghe has been thinking about the question of who will succeed him for a long time, and in fact he has already made up his mind.
What needs to be considered along with this issue is how to reverse the bad government over the past few years.
Qianqing Palace was approaching, and the cold moonlight shone on the inscriptions that were being hung one after another in the palace.
Yang Tinghe looked up at the eaves animals on the roof, which were quietly holding the full moon in their mouths.
In his gaze, the moon seemed to be faintly glowing with blood.
Yang Tinghe knew that this was because he had murderous intentions: no matter what, he could at least use the period before the new king ascended the throne to eliminate some traitors!