Upon hearing this, Ma Qi's face suddenly showed surprise, his eyes were shining brightly, and he quickly bowed and said: "I thank His Highness the Crown Prince for your support."

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand and said: "Do your job well, and I will know about it. I also know what you did before, and you did a good job. You did not bully the people of the Ming Dynasty, but you cared about your soldiers. This is a good thing."

In a few days, the imperial court will further open up trade routes. If you work hard and work hard, you will have a bright future."

The meaning of this is very simple, that is, I know everything you did before, but I don’t blame you.

You can continue to work, but you must not forget your original intention, remember not to bully the people of the Ming Dynasty, and love your soldiers. As for those who are not the people of the Ming Dynasty, that's up to you.

At the same time, Zhu Houzhao also gave Ma Qi a promise, that is, if you do well, you will be reused. Of course, this promise also allowed Ma Qi to move.

It was impossible for Zhu Houzhao to let Ma Qi operate here for decades. How did the Li family in Liaodong come into being? Raising bandits requires self-respect and the tail cannot be lost.

Zhu Houzhao would never allow this to happen.

"I understand, Your Highness, don't worry." Ma Qi quickly assured, he also understood what Zhu Houzhao meant.

"That's good, do your best and don't embarrass me." Zhu Houzhao said with a smile.

Ma Qi left with high fighting spirit.

Zhu Houzhao fell into deep thought. He knew that he had opened another Pandora's box, and this Pandora's box contained the slave trade.

The war in Liaodong has already begun. Not even a year has passed, but Liaodong is already preparing to start a war to plunder the herdsmen and their pastures.

Will it be okay here in the northwest?

The answer is no. Once capital sees blood, it will bite directly. They will not give up until the opponent is bitten to pieces.

Zhu Houzhao also knew the consequences and consequences of doing so, but he also knew that he had no choice. This was such a fucked up era.

"Liu Jin, pack up and prepare to return to Beijing!" Zhu Houzhao turned back and glanced at Liu Jin who was standing behind him, and then ordered lightly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Liu Jin agreed, and then respectfully withdrew.

He could tell that His Highness the Crown Prince was not in a very good mood, so he had better go back and prepare.

In the next two days, Zhu Houzhao and Wang Shouren discussed the westward strategy in detail, and at the same time discussed with Tang Hu how to govern.

On the morning of the third day, Zhu Houzhao set off with his cavalry and was going back to Beijing.

Coming to the northwest this time seemed to be a start to the end, but Zhu Houzhao knew that he had almost accomplished what he wanted to do.

While Zhu Houzhao was preparing to return to Beijing, the war sentiment in the capital once again rose, and more people began to join the ranks of advocating war.

The reason is simple: competition.

News that the woolen mill in the northwest is about to open has spread back to the capital, including that His Highness the Crown Prince is going to reopen the Silk Road.

This made the nobles and gentry involved in Liaodong a little anxious. They needed to quickly expand their scale and occupy the market, but lack of manpower was a big contradiction. To solve this contradiction, the only way was to start a war and capture slaves.

Businessmen are also recruiting refugees, but it is too expensive and there are not enough refugees!

Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Youtang put down these memorials a little irritably. He was in a very upset mood. He had never been an emperor who took the initiative to start a war.

Although his son had fought a few times before, they were all counterattacks. But this time it was different. This time it was Daming who wanted to take the initiative. This made Zhu Youtang unable to change his mind.

The most important thing is that Zhu Youtang can no longer believe his ministers. In his son's words, these people advocate war in order to capture slaves and make money.

This makes Zhu Youtang's three views somewhat subverted. Aren't these people all readers of sages? Don't they usually say that they want to educate the barbarians? Why are they suddenly showing their fangs now, as if they want to bite the barbarians in a bite?

The feeling of swallowing?

This always makes Zhu Youtang feel a little at a loss, and even a little scared.

"Where is the prince?" Zhu Youtang glanced at Yang Peng, who was waiting beside him, and asked directly.

"Back to Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince has already set off on his journey, and I think he will be able to return to Beijing soon." Yang Peng said quickly with a smile.

In fact, Yang Peng has answered this question several times, but when His Majesty asked, he had to say it.

Zhu Youtang also knew that he had asked. He sighed helplessly and found a place to sit down. Zhu Youtang said expressionlessly: "Okay, please step back and let me be alone.

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"Yes, Your Majesty." Yang Peng quickly agreed, then bowed and retreated.

Not long after, Yang Peng came back again. After Zhu Youtang saw Yang Peng, he was stunned and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Back to Your Majesty, the memorial handed over by the Secretary of General Affairs is a secret memorial from Yang Yiqing, Governor of Liaodong." Yang Peng quickly handed over a memorial and said in a respectful tone.

Zhu Youtang was stunned, another memorial from Liaodong? Could it be another start of war?

If Yang Yiqing also came to ask for a fight, Zhu Youtang would really be dissatisfied with Yang Yiqing.

Although this Yang Yiqing belongs to the prince, he is a civil servant and the governor of Liaodong. Does he also want to cause trouble?

"Bring it over!" Zhu Youtang said in a deep voice.

Yang Peng did not dare to neglect, and quickly took a few steps forward, and presented the memorial with respectful hands.

Taking the memorial over and looking through it, Zhu Youtang had a surprised look on his face. Sure enough, this was not a memorial to ask for a fight, but a memorial to talk about something.

The content is also very simple, that is, the Horqin tribe of Mongolia sent people to Liaodong. What did they come to do?

The answer is simple, they came to ask for surrender.

Yes, please surrender, please ask Ming Dynasty to accept their surrender. They are willing to surrender to Ming Dynasty, pay tribute every year, become ministers every year, and at the same time ask for Ming Dynasty's canonization.

Zhu Youtang didn't know what to say when he saw this memorial. Now the situation is even more chaotic. Once this memorial is thrown out, what will the whole court think?

Now, whether in the court or outside the court, everyone wants to beat Horqin and swallow up their pasture and population. However, if Horqin's surrender is accepted, it is obviously inappropriate to do so.

But if they don't accept their surrender, then the tribes on the grassland will fight against the Ming Dynasty. No matter what reasons the Ming finds, it will be the same for the tribes on the grassland.

The reason is not important, the result is the most important, that is, if Ming Dynasty does not accept our surrender, we should fight!

This was not what Zhu Youtang wanted to see. This memorial completely put Zhu Youtang into a dilemma.

what can we do about it?

Why hasn't my son come back yet?
Chapter completed!