King Fu's death completely wiped out the joyful atmosphere.
However, the blind dates between several princes and grandsons continued, which is a common practice.
Zhu Yixi refused to let go of King Fu's death.
After staying in Chengde for a month, when the grandson returned, he took the palace back south and returned to Beijing.
"My son, I kowtow to welcome my father—"
Prince Zhu Cunqu led his ministers to kneel down to greet him.
Zhu Yixi glanced at the white hair on her temples and felt dazed for a moment.
Unconsciously, the prince was almost fifty.
Turning around, he saw that his great-great-grandson was very high-spirited, but he had given birth to a great-great-grandson for the royal family three years ago, and now he had two or three heirs.
Compared with the prince, the heirs of the grandson are also more difficult.
Unexpectedly, each generation becomes more difficult.
"Get back on your feet!" Zhu Yixi said without interest, and then she was supported by her grandson and headed towards Yuquan Villa.
Today, he has not lived in the Forbidden City for nearly ten years, and is more accustomed to the leisurely life of Yuquan Villa.
The prince didn't take it seriously either. He was half a step behind the emperor and said softly:
"The Duke of Jing, Gao Yigong, is lying on his deathbed. He is not going to die soon. He has written a letter asking his son Gao He to come back and fulfill his filial piety!"
"Yes!" Zhu Yixi said without any hesitation: "It's four hundred miles away, so don't delay."
"After the chief assistant Zheng Sen mourned his father last year, his health failed. A few days ago, he submitted a letter begging for the remains..." The prince thought about it and then said slowly.
"Then just accept it!" Zhu Yixi's pupils shrank, and then calmed down: "He is not young anymore, it's time to take care of him!"
Zheng Sen was born in 1624, the same age as him, and is now seventy-one years old.
At such an age, the cabinet minister is no longer able to take on the huge state affairs.
"Let the second assistant Yao Qisheng take his place!"
Zhu Yixi walked slowly, her brain working rapidly: "Let Xia Wanchun, the Minister of Civil Affairs, enter the cabinet."
"Let Zhou Chang (Zhou Peigong), the left minister of the Ministry of Personnel, succeed him as Minister of the Ministry of Personnel."
"What about the vacancy for the assistant minister?" The prince waited for a long time and was surprised when he didn't hear the emperor's order before asking.
"Servant?" Zhu Yixi raised her head, glanced at the blue sky, and said in a long voice, "You can do whatever you want!"
"Your prison term is not over yet!"
The prince was startled, thinking it was the emperor's beating, but he soon realized that this was the emperor delegating power.
For a moment, he was filled with surprises.
He can now truly make the decision regarding official vacancies below the level of minister.
The emperor is delegating power!
"Yes, my son must be careful in choosing people!" The prince suppressed his joy.
Zhu Yixi was too lazy to care about what he was thinking and continued walking towards the palace.
The grandson on the side remained silent and did not speak.
Zhu Yixi was very satisfied and said with a smile: "You can keep your composure."
"Grandpa Huang is training his father, how can his grandson be able to talk!" said the grandson with a well-behaved look on his face.
"Your father is now worried about state affairs, but you have to worry about family affairs!"
Zhu Yixi looked at her grandson seriously: "You have three or five brothers and sons, but you only have two and one daughter, which is less than half of that."
"Although the royal family pays attention to ability, heirs are also political and have a bearing on the country."
"You will stay in the villa recently and have more children!"
Taisun's face turned red after being told that, so he could only agree bravely.
His younger brother was granted the title of King Sheng a few years ago and has not yet become a vassal.
After all, a bunch of imperial uncles were still waiting, how could he step forward?
Having said that, Taisun understood that King Sheng would most likely be enfeoffed in the wasteland of Hanhai, next to the Governor's Mansion in Beihai.
The imperial court had been preparing for this for more than ten years, building five or six small cities and waiting for the vassal king to take office.
Nanyang is almost enfeoffed. Isn’t the wilderness the future?
A few days later, the martial arts hall not far away was bustling with activity.
The Hanlin Academy was closed to observe political affairs, and the Martial Arts Hall was no exception and had to be closed as well.
With years of development, martial arts examinations have gradually taken shape, and there is no shortage of boy examinations, provincial examinations, general examinations, and palace examinations.
Jinshi scholars need to observe political affairs, while martial arts scholars must enter the martial arts hall and conduct theoretical study for two to three years.
The content on art of war, riding, navy, firearms, logistics, etc. is large and comprehensive.
Those with outstanding performance will be selected into the bodyguard department like Sandingjia and become second-class bodyguards, taking a big step into the officialdom.
Follow the emperor day and night, and it will be terrible if he is released.
The rest of the martial arts scholars also have different distributions based on their graduation scores.
Those who are relatively good will be assigned from the seventh rank, that is, the right school rank, to the Beijing camp or the border army, and become the deputy camp commander.
Of course, it may also be a military judge, a logistics officer, or a staff officer. No matter what position is assigned, the official rank will inevitably remain unchanged.
This is a hurdle that would take an ordinary martial artist half a lifetime to overcome.
Zhu Yixi was wearing a tight-fitting black dress and riding a horse, looking energetic.
The Wu Jinshi lined up in rows, knelt down on one knee and paid attention, allowing the emperor's gaze to scrutinize them arbitrarily.
Each of the three hundred people has a well-proportioned figure, an excellent mental outlook, and piercing eyes, showing respect for the imperial power and a desire for power.
Zhu Yixi walked back and forth for half a quarter of an hour before the reading was over.
Immediately afterwards, regardless of fatigue, he put the military rank on the shoulders of these Wu Jinshi one by one: a five-pointed star.
The first-level military officer has a three-pointed star with cotton thread on the edge; the military level has a five-pointed star with copper thread on the edge; the lieutenant level has a crescent moon, embroidered with silver thread; the general level has a round sun, embroidered with gold thread.
Everyone held their heads high, and they felt sincerely proud of the honor of the Emperor's disciples.
"My sons, after today you will be assigned to where in the army you are, either in the navy or in the cavalry; in the interior or on the frontier."
"But there is no doubt that you are all elites in the military and shoulder important responsibilities. Your position and location will not hinder your ability to serve the country."
"To be a soldier, you must have an excited heart. You must know that a soldier without a general's heart is not good enough to be a soldier! I hope that in a few years, one of you will have a count or even a duke——"
For a moment, there was thunderous cheers.
The emperor had spoken to their hearts.
Immediately afterwards, the martial arts hall performed a surprise for the emperor:
Hot air balloon takes off.
The instructor of the martial arts hall smiled and introduced: "Your Majesty, this is based on the Kongming Lantern. Use sheepskin to sew it tightly, add whale oil to burn it, and two or three people can rise into the sky."
"As long as you control the size of the fire, it can be raised and lowered!"
With that said, as the fire started, the hot air balloon changed from a dry state to a rounded one. Several soldiers jumped into the basket and slowly lifted into the sky.
"Your Majesty, as the saying goes, climb high and see far away. Once the hot air balloon rises, you can have a panoramic view for dozens of miles. The so-called ambush will be lost!"
Zhu Yixi squinted his eyes and wore reading glasses, which made his vision very clear.
The simple hot air balloon suddenly made him more excited than he had been in many years.
The great-grandson was standing by and was dumbfounded: "Can a man fly into the sky without wings?"
"Ignorance!" Zhu Yixi shook his head and said, "The smoke is moving upwards, and the heat is carrying the sheepskin into the sky, and people are naturally being carried along."
"This thing is of great benefit to grasslands and plains, but it is afraid of mountains, forests and hills. After all, it is difficult to detect with the human eye under the cover of vegetation."
"Your Majesty has clearly seen that the shortcomings of this thing are exactly like this!" The instructor hurriedly lowered his head and said flatteringly:
"I haven't given a name yet, so I dare to ask His Majesty for his name today——"
"Name?" Zhu Yixi smiled: "This thing rises with heat, and the sheepskin expands like a ball. Let's call it a hot air balloon!"
"In addition, the martial arts hall must improve this thing as soon as possible and find out the deficiencies. I intend to make the hot air balloon an aerial scout for the army. I want all provincial frontier armies to include this unit within one year."
"yes!"
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