In the evening, Zhu Yunxi and his entourage drove into Fengyang City, Zhongdu.
Still did not identify himself, but stayed at an inn booked by Jin Yiwei in advance.
As soon as the old man was settled, before Zhu Yunxi could freshen up, Deng Ping came in with a bunch of memorials and said, "Long live the Lord, you're from Beijing!"
"Put it on the table!" Zhu Yunxi wiped his face with a towel, walked to the table and sat down. Deng Ping bowed slightly and exited, closing the door carefully.
The first one was sent by Zhao Ning'er. Everything in the palace was fine, except that Liu Jin was beaten by her again because she was not good at studying and other trivial matters.
The second one came from the official department, and the deputy generals and chief secretaries of each province came to Beijing in turn to prepare for an audience. I asked Zhu Yunxi which province he wanted to meet first.
Although Zhu Yunxi is the emperor now, the feudal officials in various places are still the old people from the old man's time. It's not that these people are unreliable, but that as an emperor, you have to see more far-reaching than ordinary people, and you need to let the people below know the king's methods.
After thinking about it carefully, Zhu Yunxi wrote two words in the memorial: Zhili.
The garrison in Gyeonggi was firmly in the hands of Zhu Yunxi and his family, and no one could afford to cause trouble. So the officials from Zhili, the two provinces closest to the capital, which would later become Jiangsu and Anhui, had to meet first.
Then came the memorial from the Ministry of Husbandry and the Ministry of Rites. The Ministry of Husbandry was to promote Hongshu, and the Ministry of Rites asked about the emperor’s sacrifice to heaven during this year’s New Year.
After Zhu Yunxi answered one batch, he rubbed his temples tiredly, picked up another batch and looked at it for a few times, and suddenly his face changed drastically.
"Faint!"
With a snap, he threw the folder on the table, revealing the writing on it.
"He Guangyi, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, begged Your Majesty. According to a report from the Secretary, during the Emperor Wanshou, the King of Zhou and the Duke of Song Dynasty, Feng Sheng, had a private meeting outside. I don't know what they talked about..."
Song Guogong Feng Sheng is now the only remaining Sixth Founding Duke. Because he is the oldest and has the highest status, he is also the backbone and leader of the living Huaixi warriors.
Zhou Wang Zhu Ju was his son-in-law Feng Sheng.
Noble warriors have never been a threat to Zhu Yunxi. Even if he, Feng Sheng, did not take the lead from the very beginning, when Zhu Yunxi was still an ordinary grandson of the emperor, and clearly stood on Zhu Yunxi's side, Zhu Yunxi never ignored him.
, and he also did many good things later.
Furthermore, Feng Sheng has now surrendered his power a long time ago. He can be a rich man at home and come out to be a mascot when needed, which is reassuring.
But this kind of thing, this kind of thing where the vassal king secretly meets with the ministers in private, is disgusting.
What ordinary people think of it, but as an emperor, this kind of thing is triggering the reverse scale.
When you and your husband-in-law are going to meet, why don't you do it openly and openly? In a secret meeting in private, are there any shameful things to say? Or are there things that should not be said to others?
Not to mention King Zhou Zhu, that person has long been a definite person in Zhu Yunxi's heart. He looks respectful on the surface, but he is a troublemaker secretly.
But for Feng Sheng, isn't this just looking for trouble?
Isn’t it better to live a pure life? Isn’t it better to be as cautious as before?
The word "faint" refers to him, Feng Sheng.
"Enough of the good life!" Zhu Yunxi cursed secretly again, "I'm an old fool!"
He believed in Feng Sheng's loyalty, but he also believed that Feng Sheng, who did not know the inside story of the royal family, would definitely try his best to help his son-in-law when faced with some private requests.
Sometimes an honest mistake is better than a deliberate one.
"After returning to Beijing, I must give him a good beating!"
The vassals have to wait until the old man has passed ten thousand years later, but as the emperor, he naturally wants to beat others whenever he wants.
Suddenly, Zhu Yunxi remembered something.
"Why did Feng Sheng in history let the old man die?"
It seems that it’s because of this!
In his later years, when the old man's health was getting worse, he was already suspicious of his meritorious generals. He almost killed all those who should be killed, leaving Feng Sheng as a facade. However, Feng Sheng still flirted with his son-in-law of King Zhou in private, and even met in private.
meeting.
The old man never dealt harshly with his son, and he didn't even tell anyone. However, if his ministers violated Ni Ling even slightly, he would kill them if he could.
"Hey, if people want to be confused, no one can stop them."
Zhu Yunxi secretly thought to himself, picked up a pen and paper and wrote quickly, "At the Fifth Military Governor's Mansion of the Ministry of War, all transfers of military positions above the seventh rank will be reported to me, and decisions cannot be made without authority. In addition, the arsenals and racecourses of each province will be strictly inspected, and materials will be transferred to various places.
The deficiencies will be reported one by one, and those who neglect their duties and collude secretly will be dismissed from their posts on the spot, questioned, and handed over to the competent authority for punishment!"
After I finished writing, I dried the ink and put it in an envelope, "Deng Ping!"
"I'm here!"
"Eight hundred miles urgent, send it back to the capital!" Zhu Yunxi said.
"According to the order!" Deng Ping held his hands together, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, he bowed fiercely, "Your Majesty..."
"Go about your business!" The old man came out of the room opposite with his hands behind his back. Without even looking at Deng Ping, he went inside and sat down.
"Grandpa Huang, why don't you take a break?" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
"I haven't done any work to begin with. I've been looking at the scenery all day. What's the point of taking a break?" The old man grinned and looked at the paperwork on the table. "Is there something going on in Beijing?"
"It's all trivial matters!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "Ning'er wrote a letter saying that Liu Jin didn't study well and was beaten again. She was crying and calling her ancestor!"
Hearing this, the old man's face was filled with distress, but he still looked at Zhu Yunxi, "Is there something going on in Beijing?"
"It's okay!" Zhu Yunxi said, "How can there be so much trouble in the peaceful and prosperous times? Even if something happens, the officials of the Sixth Ministry will deal with it. Supporting so many people is not a free salary!"
The old man leaned against the wall and slapped his knees with his palms, "Officials just deal with things and report good news but not bad news. It's impossible not to believe it, but it's even more impossible to believe it all." He said with a smile, "Besides, when you are an emperor, you shouldn't have it in your heart.
It’s a small matter.”
After saying that, he looked at Zhu Yunxi again, "Our power has been handed over to you a long time ago. You can do whatever you want. There is no need to worry about us. When you are the emperor, who do you want to punish? Isn't that just a sentence? Worry about this, worry about that, until
Finally, someone kicks you in the nose and makes you so angry!"
"My grandson knows!" Zhu Yunxi changed the subject with a smile, "What do you always want to eat at night? Instruct the inn to cook local dishes for you?"
"When you get old, everything you eat is the same, tasteless!" The old man smiled, half-squinting his eyes, "It's fine tomorrow, let's go back!"
"You don't travel much, it's rare to come back once!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "My grandson is sincerely accompanying you..."
"We know that you are afraid that I will regret not coming back to see you before I die. We know that you are a filial child!" The old man sighed and said with a wry smile, "Do you know? In fact, when we came back this time, we wanted to die in our hometown.
of!"
"You see why you...?"
"After we have handed over our power, we should go back to our hometown to raise our children and die in our hometown." The old man said with a smile, "But when I came back this time, I saw that Fengyang is no longer the Fengyang in our hearts. Stay here.
It’s better to go back to the capital and relax.”
Then he paused and said, "Dasun, I want to ask you a favor!"
"Look at what you said!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "Aren't you scolding your grandson?"
"The farms around the emperor's mausoleum, the emperor's village, will plant sweet potatoes for us next year, so that our ancestors will be happy!" the old man said with a smile.
"It should be!" Zhu Yunxi said.
"Well, if we don't die next year, we can come back to see the good harvest!" The old man said with a smile, and then stood up, "Let's go outside to eat and drink. We've seen what we should see, and we'll cry when we should cry.
It’s time to kneel down, and I’ll go back to Beijing early tomorrow morning.”
This chapter has been completed!