Zhang Yong, however, waved his hand without hesitation: "How big a deal is a mutiny? You just obey orders and instigation without knowing the importance. How dare you cry? Kill me!"
The generals in the distant northwest town of Gansu did not expect that this time they would kill someone so straightforwardly at the first meeting.
"The rest, take them back to the city! If you are disappointed, you might as well try to plot a rebellion. Although Ganzhou is far away, do you dare to forget the power of Wang Fa and Tianwei? When there is a war in the South China Sea, all those who are greedy and forgetful about their country will be killed.
! The rest are really only those who are powerless to stop and have not participated in the agitation. Your Majesty has always been able to give you the opportunity to make meritorious deeds. Whether you live or die is all in your mind!"
Zhang Yong then handed over Li Long's head and the knife in his hand to others, wiped his hands and walked to Chen Jiuchou, "Futai, has the Governor of Food and Pay arrived?"
"Don't worry, Eunuch Zhang. If the army arrives to quell the rebellion, food and wages will be sufficient."
"Thank you, please!"
"You can only see Eunuch Zhang's style in person today, please!"
When Chen Jiuchou received the urgent transfer order to Shaanxi, he already knew the opinions on this matter, and he knew that Li Long was bound to die.
So before, what was there to care about with the dead? After all, not all the soldiers were making trouble, so the pay and money were all paid out first and waited for Zhang Yong to come.
But he didn't expect such a thunderous method without hesitation.
But will it really be true that no matter how difficult it is in the future, it will not make it difficult for Border Town? Does the Ming Dynasty really have such sufficient wages and food?
"Your Majesty, the annual income is doubled... Since it is calculated in ten years... we must not worry about it any more!" Yuan Zonggao's face was strangely red. Although his eyes were brighter at this moment, his breath was already a little drifting, "Things are slow.
... Zeyuan, this time... it's really... a fluke... a fluke. The old minister's statement... Your Majesty must... must listen to it!"
It was snowing at the end of the twelfth lunar month in Beijing. Zhu Houcong sat on the bedside of Yuan Zonggao, holding his hand and nodding: "I will definitely remember it."
"...Your Majesty...Sage...will...definitely be able..."
Zhu Houcong did not know that although Yuan Zonggao survived the winter, he still passed away in April next year.
Now, Zhu Houcong only felt that Yuan Zonggao had really worried too much about himself when he had just ascended the throne, so much so that he heard about the Ganzhou Mutiny after he fell ill, and his energy was exhausted.
Suddenly there was a burst of crying in the room, and Zhu Houcong silently let go of his hand and stood up.
Although he never regarded the throne as a game, the fast-paced way of doing things from deep in his soul still made him anxious after he ascended the throne, even though he felt that he was patient enough.
The criteria for judgment are very different.
This is actually a very slow era, and many things will not change for decades or even centuries.
"Master Yuan gave a posthumous gift to the Taibao, Zuo Zhuguo, and we will discuss the posthumous title." Zhu Houcong spoke slowly and looked at Yuan Zonggao's family, "Yin Yi's son Jin Yiwei will command the affairs, and the other Yin's son will be admitted to the Imperial Academy."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty..." The Yuan family immediately cried and began to express their gratitude.
When he walked into the courtyard, Zhu Houcong looked up at the sky and reached out to catch a few flakes of snow.
"Your Majesty, don't catch a cold." Huang Jin choked with sobs and advised him to sit back in the imperial chariot first.
Shaking slightly, Zhu Houcong's eyes gradually calmed down as he listened to the sound of gongs and drums clearing the way ahead, as well as the "Long Live" shouts from the people on both sides that reached his ears through the curtains.
It will be the first year of Jiajing soon, and he will become a more mature emperor.
Slowly or urgently, he has to adapt to this era.
But in this era, we have to gradually adapt to him.
…
The Minister of Rites passed away and left the imperial court.
Zhu Houcong returned to the palace and came to the Flower Viewing Hall.
There was a charcoal stove burning nearby, and he was wrapped in a cloak, so he wouldn't feel cold.
But the door facing the north was open, and the wind was pouring in. Huang Jin and Zhu Qingping stood aside, and after looking at each other, Zhu Qingping softly advised: "Your Majesty, it's windy here, why don't you go back to Qianqing Palace? Go to Qingning A palace is fine too..."
Zhu Houcong actually looked to the north, wondering if there really was an old crooked neck tree there.
Originally, a hundred years later, an emperor would hang there.
Zhu Houcong wanted to change something, but his core engine was too powerful, and many parts of the Ming machine could not stand it.
Zhu Houcong felt sad when Yuan Zonggao passed away, but it was not that kind of sadness.
He didn't have a deep relationship with Yuan Zonggao, but what about Yuan Zonggao? In fact, he often had worries about him.
Zhu Houcong glanced at Zhu Qingping, who had a worried face, and smiled slightly: "Okay, let's go to Qingning Palace and have dinner there in the evening."
Zhu Houcong has already read Yuan Zonggao's suicide note. Like Zhou Zhao, he felt that his actions after ascending the throne this year were dangerous and urgent. He felt that since he had made a good start in the center of the court, he had to go slower later.
Zhu Houcong agreed, as he said at the national policy meeting after Zhang Zilin returned to Beijing a few days ago: "Now that the three-year national policy has been agreed upon, in these three years, there are only three major events for me. The prince is one, and the Beijing camp is another. Guangdong’s new law is one of them.”
The behemoth of the Ming Dynasty could only adjust slowly to change its rhythm.
After he walked down from the Flower Viewing Hall, he thought for a while and said, "Let's go to Renshou Palace in advance first."
In the heavy snowfall, the emperor was still greeted by people kneeling down when he arrived at Renshou Palace.
Zhu Houcong arrived at the temple and walked to the small Buddhist hall on the side.
Empress Dowager Zhang knelt there and recited the sutra in a low voice.
She knew the emperor was coming, but she didn't get up.
This is naturally because of Zhang Heling.
Zhu Houcong was silent for a while before he said: "The traitor's intention is to keep Shouning Hou, hate him, and make Aunt Huang hate me. I said I would handle it like that, and that's how I dealt with it. Aunt Huang, Ni The thieves fanned the flames, and my teacher also died of illness. The Sun Jing Sect was on fire, and Southeast officials were killed. Don’t I hate it?"
Queen Mother Zhang's back trembled.
Zhu Houcong said calmly: "It has always been my wish to have a harmonious family, and I will lead by example. Please note, Auntie Huang, that although he hid it from you, he did light a fire in my palace. Now the heir has grown. If he still can't figure it out and does something in the future, although I am merciful, I will not forgive him again and again."
"I am no longer just eating fast and chanting Buddha's name!" Queen Mother Zhang was very emotionally unstable. "Although Your Majesty still comes every day, I am sad in my heart. Do you really want me to accompany you with a smiling face?"
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon." Zhu Houcong said unceremoniously, "I just think that things always have to be divided into right and wrong. As soon as this incident came out, the emperor's sister-in-law was frightened and fell seriously ill. Didn't Aunt Huang think about her?
Think about it, why don’t you think about how your brother will be able to raise an heir in the future?”
Empress Dowager Zhang turned her back to him and sobbed. Zhu Houcong asked, "It seems as if the Emperor's Auntie is being punished by me when she is trapped in the palace, eating fast and chanting Buddha's name. In the next few days, I will have an audience with you on the Zhengdan Festival. Is the Emperor's Auntie prepared to do this again?"
"...It will not cause His Majesty any worries."
"Auntie Huang is recovering well. I'm going back first."
Empress Dowager Zhang's reaction to Zhang Heling's castration made Zhu Houcong lose a lot of superficial respect for her.
Even though her brother was closer than her nephew, she still made this gesture and was not even remotely grateful that Zhang Heling participated in the assassination and was not sentenced to death.
Zhang Heling might have become mentally distorted after being castrated, and Empress Dowager Zhang has already behaved in this way inexplicably.
Zhu Houcong was not in a hurry, but he was no longer willing to pretend to be anything in front of Empress Dowager Zhang.
As the emperor's heart gradually matured, Zhu Houcong passed by the half-built Heart Cultivation Hall and suddenly asked: "Are all the ladies preliminarily selected in Guangdong and Southeast being taught the rules?"
"Yes. What is your Majesty's will?"
Zhu Houcong shook his head, and then ordered: "Go to the Minister of National Policy and Guo Xun's Mansion to convey my decree. We will have a banquet in the palace on New Year's Eve, and the couple will come together."
Huang Jin didn't understand why he asked the pre-selected lady first, and then the next sentence was this decree.
But he immediately went to make arrangements.
…
Guo Xun was actually anxious for many days after he returned to Beijing for "business". He brought the castrated Zhang Heling back, and many people looked at him strangely for many days.
The look in his eyes seemed: Did you do it, or did His Majesty ask you to do it?
I can't tell. It doesn't matter whether it was the two people who were caught after being chased by Jin Yiwei who did it.
What matters is the fact that Zhang Heling was castrated.
The interrogation of Fang Muxian and his group has not yet ended, and most people in the capital only know that Shouning Hou ran away to the south of Tongzhou for some reason, and when he was brought back, he was gone.
Then someone from the palace announced the decree, and Guo Xun was very moved: "It's just the minister of national policy and me?"
"Yes. Your Majesty, please make arrangements first." The eunuch who delivered the order was all smiles. "In the past, there were only meetings on the first day of the junior high school. Mr. Hou has made great achievements in suppressing the bandits. I would like to congratulate Mr. Hou first.
Wishing you a good year, Lord Marquis."
"My father-in-law, you're welcome. Please give me your kind words! Here comes someone!" Guo Xun quickly called to the housekeeper to bring him a token of thanks.
There are already colorful lanterns hanging in many places in the capital, but the Yuan Mansion is holding a funeral.
Many people went to Yuan's Mansion to pay their respects. The emperor came specifically to see him for the last time. He gave him posthumous gifts to his Taibao, Zuo Zhuguo, and also gave him two sons. His kindness and honor were evident.
Another major event: Yuan Zonggao passed away, and the position of Minister of Rites became vacant. After the Spring Festival, there will be a big change in the court, right?
Many people are interested in taking advantage of the fact that during the Spring Festival they can walk around openly and openly.
That is one of the nine ministers who can participate in the national policy meeting!
Even Cui Yuan's house had many people coming to visit him. When he saw Guo Xun coming, he understood his purpose and was convinced: "Master Marquis, are you overthinking it? A banquet on New Year's Eve is a banquet. How can there be so many people in the five houses?
A seat? Which yamen does it occupy?"
"...Why did Your Majesty summon me alone besides the Minister of National Policy?"
"We have been suppressing the bandits for more than two months. We have lost seventeen soldiers and injured more than two hundred. Go and persuade the Marquis of Shouning, and I will persuade my father-in-law to come back." Cui Yuan teased him, "Let's train with peace of mind first. Your Majesty said
, in three years he only cares about three things, the prince, the capital camp, and the new law in Guangdong. Your Majesty is not in a hurry anymore, why are you in a hurry?"
Guo Xun sighed, and then asked: "Then His Majesty asked his relatives who had no intention of further military exploits to send their heirs and stewards to Beijing, saying that he would lead them to make money in a law-abiding manner. Brother Cui, do you know what it is?"
Cui Yuan stared at him, "I don't know, this matter was not discussed at the national policy meeting. I entered the palace on New Year's Eve. If you are brave, ask yourself."
Guo Xun was frightened: "Since it was planned by His Majesty himself, I wonder if I can also send a steward. I had to plead guilty for taking money, and now I am focusing on training the Beijing camp... The expenses of my Marquis Mansion are also high."
He didn't dare to mess around with money now, but he didn't dare to ask the emperor if he could be a high official and make a lot of money at the same time.
…
If Yuan Zonggao was still alive, then this Zhengdan Festival might be very festive and grand.
After all, it is the year of reform.
Now, in fact, it is still being held grandly, but the people around the emperor dare not be too happy.
The Master of Heaven and Earth, the leader of the emperor's ministers, passed away, and the emperor also seemed silent.
Only Empress Dowager Jiang was dissatisfied.
"Gong Zhongde's hard work has made great achievements, and the emperor has treated him with kindness. It's right to feel sad, but the emperor is the master of the world! What a big event it is to change the Yuan Dynasty? It's time for the whole country to celebrate and welcome the new year! Even Zhongde Gong, who is under Jiuquan, also hopes that the emperor
Put aside your sorrow!"
Zhu Houcong was a little embarrassed: "...Mother, if the sons don't have a smiling face, they will all be trembling with fear. If they want to welcome the New Year, will it be possible for the sons to laugh?"
"Didn't the emperor scare them before?" Empress Dowager Jiang frowned, "The servants of the Heavenly Family are close to each other and should not be treated harshly. The empress does not understand state affairs, so whether it is to reduce the power of the ceremonial supervisor or to punish them, the emperor has his own plans. But
It’s the New Year, can’t you please say a few words and give me some Yuan Yuan property to make the palace happy and lively?”
"...My mother's lesson is that my son will give instructions when he gets back later."
In fact, he is not being hypocritical at all. He is just thinking about the adjustment of the court after Yuan Zonggao's death, and how he can manage the affairs of the country through the management of eunuchs and relatives in the next three years.
A wealth-producing system was established.
There are many new ideas that no one can help him think about because they don’t understand them.
But in the next three years, apart from having children in the harem and paying attention to the military training in the Beijing camp, how could he use Guangdong as an excuse to make the new law rich and the country do a better job?
When the emperor fell silent, the eunuch trembled.
On the way back to Qianqing Palace, Zhu Houcong looked at the palace that had been decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and asked Gao Zhong: "How was the New Year spent in the palace in previous years?"
"...Your Majesty, it depends on what you want. In previous years, the Qianqing Palace would burn whips every night, but this year the Sun Jingmen..."
Zhu Houcong smiled slightly: "Just be careful. Do you only burn whips in Qianqing Palace?"
"The harem is only more spacious in front of the Qianqing Palace. I remember in previous years, there were countless concubines in the harem who wanted to come and see it. But without His Majesty's decree, we can only come and see Burning Whip during the Lantern Festival without any decree."
Zhu Houcong thought for a while and said: "In that case, prepare more tomorrow night, give a banquet and enjoy the lanterns in Qianqing Palace, and set up a stage. Outside Renshou Qingning Second Palace, other old people are also invited to celebrate the New Year. Huang Jin, I will go to see Zhang Jin later to discuss the reward regulations for the servants in the palace. Pass it on, and everyone can use it with peace of mind. I will teach you all the things taught in the inner study hall. I will learn them carefully. Minister, I still have great use. ."
Gao Zhong and Huang Jin were both happy, and the other eunuchs and maids around them knelt down and thanked them in unison.
He is an ordinary person, but he has just become the emperor.
Zhu Houcong knew that his arrival actually made the palace feel colder than the snowy day at the moment.
After all, all the negative emotions he accumulated from state affairs can be felt by the eunuchs and maids in the palace, and he is an emperor who can decide his life or death with a single word.
Thinking about the white silk around Jiajing's neck, Zhu Houcong felt that he would definitely change in the future.
Is psychological stress a type of abuse?
Spend money, spend it.
Although money is all that matters, if Ming Dynasty wants to become rich, it cannot be solved by what he thinks does not need to be done extravagantly.
The decree spread from the Palace of Qianqing, and some of the money sent by Zhang Fujing from Guangdong and Guangxi, and the money that the Zhang brothers were fined for handling several old cases, was distributed to the eunuchs and maids in the palace.
The laughter and laughter were the loudest among the old people on the northwest side of the Forbidden City. The life that had been gloomy for many days showed a bright color on this winter night.
The emperor allowed them to go to Qianqing Palace tomorrow to have a banquet, enjoy lanterns and watch a play.
The atmosphere quietly changed. In the East Nuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Houcong finally smiled relaxedly and held a small brocade bag in one hand: "This is an extra reward for you."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty." Huang Jin happily took it, glanced at Zhu Qingping before smiling and said, "Qingping has another secret order, and she doesn't know what she is doing with Your Majesty. She deserves an extra reward, and this servant can I feel so ashamed."
Zhu Qingping couldn't help but glared when she heard the weirdness in his words: "Are you just asking about His Majesty's arrangements?"
Zhu Houcong saw Huang Jin's aggrieved expression: "Your Majesty, I don't want to inquire. Even if I know, I will never say anything. But... Your Majesty, if you really have something with Qingping, I need to remember your duty. pen."
Zhu Qingping, who had been covering up just now, couldn't stand it anymore: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Zhu Houcong smiled dumbly and looked at the embarrassed and uneasy Zhu Qingping.
After the change of Yuan Dynasty, spring is coming.
So when he was about to start studying the scriptures as usual, he shook his head: "It's the New Year, take a rest."
"...Then slave, please leave."
"Help me warm my bed first."
Zhu Qingping froze immediately and said at a loss: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, this is against... against the rules..."
"If there are no rules or regulations, I will follow the rules."
Zhu Houcong directly held her hand for the first time: "Master Yuan is gone, what do you think I will do today? Talk to me, so that I will fall asleep while chatting and won't keep thinking about it in my mind.
State affairs."
Although Zhu Qingping's heartbeat was fast, her tone of voice was very complicated: "Your Majesty, you really can't keep working so hard..."
"So we have to change, starting from today."
When Zhu Qingping went out again after a long time, Huang Jin raised his finger and pointed at her in surprise: "You...you..."
After all, Zhu Qingping's hair was a little messy. She could only say with a blushing face: "No! Your Majesty... let me coax him to sleep, otherwise he will always think about state affairs..."
Huang Jin thought about it...if there was something wrong, she shouldn't be able to move around so neatly.
But then he put on a smile and was even flattering: "My Lady, please pay more attention to me in the future..."
"...Another nonsense!"
Although nothing has happened yet, how can she be so well-known due to her background and age?
But Zhu Qingping remembered that sentence again: I am the rule...