Emperor Ming Dynasty

1139 - Weak
When I raised my head, I saw that the shrines were lined up one after another, quite conspicuous, and a strong sense of solemnity came to my face.

The shrine is not much to see, but Zhu Yixi looked at the many emperors' names on it and felt quite emotional for a while.

Even if you become an emperor, there are still three levels.

Of course, this distinction changes with time and culture.

The most typical example is Qin Shihuang. For 2000 years, his reputation has always been mixed, equal to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and he did not reach the top until the 21st century.

The Romance of the Three Kingdoms made Liu Bei's reputation soar while Cao Cao's reputation plummeted, and the former Emperor Wu of Wei became a second-rate emperor.

Take Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty as an example. Historically, dynasties that liked to expand their territories were generally positive towards Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, while dynasties that were in a corner were mostly negative towards him.

For example, the Tang Dynasty had positive reviews, while the Song Dynasty was quite critical of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and even despised him as the second Qin Shihuang.

The Ming Dynasty was half-and-half appreciative of this, appreciating his expansion of territory to fight back against the Xiongnu, but criticizing him verbally and writtenly for his militarism in the rest of his life.

Song Renzong has been praised by literati for thousands of years, but who would have known that he would lose the northwest and be extorted by the Khitan to increase annual tribute. The disadvantages of "three redundancies" became more and more serious during his tenure.

If it is stated that he died in Wanli, then the Northern Song Dynasty should have died in Renzong.

The world has changed, and today’s reputation doesn’t matter.

"Honorary descendants commented that Qin Shihuang was moved by me to the temple of all previous emperors. This also represents my attitude as an emperor and thus affects the world."

After putting on three sticks of incense, Zhu Yixi casually ordered: "It looks awkward with just a board. Find someone to draw some portraits!"

"Image of the Emperor!"

Since there is a temple for the emperors of the past dynasties, it is natural that the statues of the emperors of the past dynasties must also be arranged.

At the same time, Zhu Yixi regarded these emperors as symbols of the output of values, so naturally he had to arrange some records of emperors and famous ministers.

Different from today's history books, as people of later generations, we have to look at historical figures in two, praising their advantages and denouncing their shortcomings.

Then sort out the experience and sum up the lessons.

Although he understands that the biggest shortcoming of human beings is that they cannot learn lessons, but what if someone does?
Moreover, this is also the best emperor's book, and it is the most suitable to pass on to children. As long as you can learn one or two lessons from it, you will make a profit.

"Order to go on..."

Liu Afu on the side nodded hurriedly.

When the emperor got on the chariot, he lowered his head and ordered: "I have heard what I just said. Let the cabinet find some people to compile the records of the emperor and famous ministers."

"Remember, you need both praise and criticism."

"Kid, remember!" Gu An, a eunuch in his twenties, nodded hurriedly:

"Daddy, this matter is very important, but is there a time limit?"

The eunuchs who were able to follow the emperor were basically from the study room. They had read the Four Books and Five Classics since they were young. They would remember the emperor's words after hearing them once, and they were naturally very passionate about them.

But they need to implement it in depth to make the emperor more satisfied.

"The time limit, after all, is to compile a book, about half a year!" Liu Afu said thoughtfully: "Let the cabinet use it."

"How much will it cost?" Gu An raised his head slightly and asked carefully.

At this time, Liu Afu seemed not to care, and said with a smile: "Just spend one hundred thousand, this matter cannot be left to the Ministry of Internal Affairs alone, it is also a matter for the imperial court."

"My son knows!" Gu An agreed:

"I'll ask the accounting supervisor to spend [-] yuan on this!"

The Ten Inquisitors of the Inner Court were transformed from the previous Twelve Inquisitors, and their powers were much reduced, but they were still huge.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs is responsible for making money, while the Accountant Supervisor is responsible for managing money. All expenditures need to be recorded in the book to prevent confusion.

Of course, as the eunuch Bingbi who is the Supervisor of Ceremonies, Liu Afu has a great say, and the threshold for the Accountant Supervisor can only be said to be very few for him.

As if he remembered something, Liu Afu suddenly said: "Our family is still serving as the governor of the capital. This cannot last long..."

Douzhijian is responsible for the affairs before the emperor. He is a secretary who handles large and small matters at any time, so he naturally has to do whatever he wants.

The Supervisor of Ceremonies has his own office. Although he can talk to the emperor, it is difficult for him to take orders at any time.

As the eunuch in charge of the ceremony, Liu Afu naturally did not want to give up power, and he also knew the taboos in the palace.

Everyone knows that the prisoner must be let out.

Otherwise, if you block the way for others to rise, you will not be able to live in peace.

Not to mention anything else, the godsons are watching him covetously!
"Godfather!" Gu Yi raised his head, not caring about his excited expression.

In other words, in such a scene, truth is the easiest to be trusted.

"You can't do the palm print, so just be a supervisor!"

Liu Afu glanced at his eyes and chuckled.

Among the ten eunuchs in the inner court, there is a eunuch who holds the palm seal, then the young eunuch, then the eunuch, then the steward, etc.

It can be said that although the eunuch is not high, only the seventh grade, he is also among the top eunuchs in the middle level. The next step is the young eunuch and the deputy of the first eunuch.

"Thank you godfather, my child will live up to your high expectations!" Gu An was overjoyed and kowtowed quickly.

"Serve your Majesty well!" Liu Afu chuckled, accentuating the first two words.

The emperor must have an informant in front of him, but the young eunuch and the eunuch are too obvious. The eunuch who is neither superior nor inferior is most suitable.

Gu An knelt on the ground and respectfully sent him away. Then he stood up, patted his robe, raised his head and raised his chest.

"Congratulations to my godfather, congratulations to my godfather!"

A group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old eunuchs immediately raised their hands and shouted.

"Don't worry, our family won't treat you badly!"

Gu An said with a smile, as if the scene just now did not exist.

Money bags were put into his arms one after another, and no one felt anything unusual.

In the palace, if you want to last for a long time, you must keep an eye on all directions and listen to all directions. It is the most normal thing to accept an adopted son, and it is normal to promote one's own talents.

When he gets old or falls out of favor, he will have to rely on his adopted sons to take care of him.

The eunuchs were restricted by the court and had no time to observe the so-called temperament. Naturally, whoever gave more money would be the most filial.

Naturally, the money collected must be handed over to the higher level, so as to plan for promotion and then promote the adopted sons.

Since the birth of eunuchs for thousands of years, this system has never been discontinued and has been practiced.

The emperor naturally did not want this kind of clique to be used for personal gain, but human nature is such that if there is no adopted son, there will be a godson, or a deeded son.

Here the emperor returned to the harem and came to the Queen's Kunning Palace.

It happened that the king of Hunan, Zhu Cunfeng, was also there.

As the ninth son of the emperor and the youngest son of the empress, King Xiang is now in disgrace. His appearance is similar to that of the prince, but he is half a head taller than the emperor.

Unlike the prince who was stable and gloomy since childhood, King Xiang was somewhat casual because of the queen's favor.

When King Fu died, the queen wanted to let her youngest son inherit the throne. However, considering the position of the prince and King Fu's sensitivity, Zhu Yixi let the seventh son inherit King Fu.

Since he was carefree since he was a child, King Xiang acted as he pleased, advocating force, and had the image of a martial artist.

At this time, he sat down carelessly, grabbed a golden and crispy roast chicken with both hands, and stuffed it into his mouth.

As soon as the fallen crispy skin hit the ground, it was eaten clean by two half-big yellow dogs, and the ground was licked smoother than a mirror.

The palace maid and eunuch next to her couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and the overflowing aroma made her feel confused.

"My son, please pay homage to your father!" When King Xiang saw his father, he was immediately frightened and hurriedly wiped his hands on his robe and bowed before him.The Queen's beautiful eyes were flowing, her plump buttocks bent, and she gave a gentle salute. Her fair little face showed a hint of mature beauty, and the slightly undulating mountains also revealed their grace at this time.

"Get up!" Zhu Yixi felt a little regretful.

At this time, the most suitable thing for a queen is the cheongsam, but unfortunately, just the exposed thighs are unacceptable, and Sun Xueniang will naturally not agree.

“Eat less of this fried chicken!”

Zhu Yixi looked at the fried chicken she invented. Most of it had disappeared, and all of it fell into King Xiang's stomach.

"Father, this fried chicken is delicious!"

King Xiang seemed to be bolder now that the Queen was around, and showed a simple and honest smile.

"Humph!"

Sitting down, Zhu Yixi looked at his son and said nothing.

Queen Sun Xueniang smiled and said: "Your Majesty, this is a rare occasion for Xiao Jiu'er, so let him eat it!"

King Xiang chuckled, but his father did not stop him and continued to eat.

There is no way, the youngest son is so willful.

As the second son, whether it is his parents, elder brother, or relatives, they are all top-notch beings in the Ming Dynasty, so he naturally has little to fear.

Even if his elder brother unfortunately dies, his position will not be his, and there will still be his eldest grandson's nephew!
"Grandmother, grandmother—"

Suddenly, the sound of milk came from my ears.

Zhu Yixi lowered her head and saw her three-year-old grandson running over with the help of her old grandma.

Behind him was the smiling Crown Princess Zeng.

"Hey, Xiao An'er, do you see who I am?" Zhu Yixi turned around, smiled and clapped her hands.

The little guy sucked his fingers and soon realized: "Grandpa, grandpa!"

"Hahaha!" Zhu Yixi directly picked up the little guy regardless of Sun Xueniang's hand extended in advance.

The grandson, who was born in the 20th year of Shaowu, is the eldest son of the prince. He has attracted attention from both the government and the public since he was a child, and is also very popular in the court.

With her chubby face and perky little butt, she looks like a chubby little one.

In this era of newborn deaths, it is better to be fat than thin.

Ping An was three years old, and his nickname was An'er. Although he was not named grandson, everyone knew that when he reached the age of 12 and there was no risk of dying young, the title of king and grandson would definitely be his.

"Grandpa, I'm here to see grandma!" Xiao An'er rubbed the emperor's face a few times, then struggled down and ran towards the queen.

Among the array of well-behaved grandchildren, the grandfather and grandson were very happy.

King Xiang was filled with jealousy.

After this little guy was born, his status plummeted, and his mother didn't care much about him.

"Father!" The Crown Princess saluted and stood aside.

"Yeah!" Zhu Yixi glanced at her grandson and smiled: "An'er took good care of him."

"reward!"

Needless to say, jade Ruyi, golden melon seeds, Suzhou silk and satin and other common items are all common items.

Zeng's father, Zeng Ying, was originally a duke, so gold and silver were indispensable, so there was no excitement on his face.

At this time, holding her grandson in her arms, Sun Xueniang smiled and said: "The Crown Princess will have to go to the palace frequently in the future. My precious grandson is very important."

"Grandma, when I go to class, I will come to see grandma every day!" the little man said proudly, patting his chest.

Sun Xueniang was naturally very happy.

As he said that, the little guy looked at the table with his eyes. The smell of fried food made him unable to help but swallow, and grabbed it with both hands.

King Xiang immediately moved the fried chicken: "Xiao An'er, you can't eat this!"

The latter looked at his loving grandmother with watery eyes.

"You can eat it when little An'er grows up. You can't eat it now. Your stomach will hurt."

In this way, he pursed his lips and looked pitiful.

"It's all your fault. Why did you eat this to make An'er feel uncomfortable?" Sun Xueniang immediately gave King Xiang a dirty look.

King Xiang sighed in his heart, "Okay, I'm superfluous."

"My son, I will leave now!"

"You kid!" Zhu Yixi looked at him and said sternly: "I'm eighteen this year!"

"Yes!" King Xiang stood up and said honestly. At this time, the courtesy of a monarch and his minister came.

"I started my education at the age of five and entered school at the age of seven. It has been 12 years now. I studied literature and martial arts. Last year you were in the Eight Departments observing politics. Did you get anything out of it?"

"Uh..." As a representative of the bad students, King Xiang choked. He could only lower his head: "My son is good at riding and archery."

"You bastard!" Zhu Yixi didn't know that this guy was just a middle-aged man. He was a human being in all eight departments. How could he be allowed to know his skills?

But he was still a little angry at this time.

What parent wants to admit that they have a son who is a scumbag.

"Winter is coming soon. Nanyang is opposite to Ming Dynasty. It is the dry season at this time. You can go directly to Nanyang and go to your elder brother's place."

The emperor said solemnly: "The Qin State has been under construction for many years, and its system is also perfect. After you go there, you not only have to go shopping, but you also have to study, and submit a summary every ten days!"

"Yes..." When King Xiang heard that he was going to Nanyang, his happy expression immediately froze, and he finally agreed feebly.

At this time, the queen's kind smile gradually disappeared, followed by concern and anxiety.

For her grandson, she just transferred her son's happiness to her, but she loved her younger son more than her elder son.

Holding her grandson in her arms, Sun Shiniang couldn't help but interrupt: "Your Majesty!"

"Stop talking, it's settled!"

Zhu Yixi left no room and directly ordered: "It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. This year you will celebrate the New Year in Qin."

King Xiang had no choice but to retreat.

At this time, Zhu Yixi took her grandson and sat on her lap: "He is already eighteen and married. Why does he have to do so hard?"

"It's time to grow up and become independent."

Sun Xueniang replied half-heartedly, her interest visibly gone.

At this time, Zhu Yixi could only say to herself that a loving mother is a loser, and then looked at the Crown Princess:
"How has the prince been in the southwest recently?"

Faced with this topic that she knew she was asking, the Crown Princess could only come truthfully and talk about the reforms that the latter was planning to start on the plateau.

After listening, Zhu Yixi said slowly: "It's been almost three years, and there are only three East Palaces. You, the princess, have to be careful!"

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Zeng felt frightened and aggrieved at the same time. After her grandson was born, she couldn't do anything.

Nowadays, the prince only has three sons and one daughter, which is okay among the people, but not in the East Palace.

The emperor gave birth to three or five heirs every year. Excluding those who died in infancy, the number now totaled 66.

When the prince compared him, he immediately seemed weak.

(End of this chapter)