"Then you tell me, it's not ridiculous!" Zhu Yunxiu, on the throne, casually picked up the teacup and spoke.

Yan Zhen shook the pen in his hand and pointed to the word "Ji" on it, "The nobles always say that the civil servants and other civil servants are among scholars. Now, in the eyes of Duke Cao, even scholars, are not worthy of scholars, and they are simply fantasy!"

After the words came to an end, the civil servants around him nodded.

The military general was very surprised. The prince-in-law Li Jianmei Yin and others who participated in the court meeting stared at Yan Zhenzhi with bad eyes and said in their hearts.

"You just talk about it, and you can tell us what we military men do? This is why all the old military marquises are at home and will not go to court. You are so brave, right?"

"Just discuss the matter, don't say it's irrelevant!" Zhu Yunxiu said with a narrowed eye.

"I will first talk about the enfeoffment of the Ming Dynasty royal family in the Manbang in the official document of Cao State!" Yan Zhen directly said to the military officials, and he also knew that he would stop when he saw it. He continued to speak, "Those barbarians are not my race! I'm not a good-sounding, they are similar to the savages. How many of them know about my Ming Dynasty?"

"A few clan members go to bring some troops and horses, and they surrender? Then they obeyed? They turned out to be fierce and barbaric. They drew their swords and killed people and splattered blood on the spot. They have lived in caves in the mountains and forests for a long time. If they have a rebellion, they will be unable to defend themselves!"

"Besides, those savages and I, Daming, have no writing, language, customs, customs, etiquette, and only recognize their local kings. Even if my Daming royal family has gone, how can they drive them?"

"My Ming Dynasty royal family has troops. Do you have to eat and drink? It's not a long way to go. They all rely on the central supply, right? Building cities, villages, farms, water conservancy, markets, schools, and criminal laws to build prisons, etc., people are needed!"

"People who need to work also need to take care of their work, and even more need to help the royal family manage local people. Where can I find these people?"

As he said that, Yan Zhenzhi continued to dust the ban in his hand, "I'm not nice to say that. Now I think that our Ming Dynasty has too few people, and I wish my family could give birth to him more than ten or twenty males."

"If you immigrate, where will you move from? How many? And this is not a one-time transaction. It will take years to deliver it to the outside world. If you send less, my Ming Dynasty people can't stand there. If you send more, my Ming Dynasty people will have fewer people!"

"If you can't stand, you will be the mirror and water moon. If Emperor Yang of Sui attacks Ryukyu, you will be very happy and lose your national strength!"

"Cough cough!" Censor Yang Jing coughed in a low voice, pulled Yan Zhenzhi's sleeve, and signaled him to put it away.

Zhu Yunyu sat on the throne and nodded frequently. Yan Zhenzhi's words were not nice, but they were reasonable and well-founded.

The outward expansion of the empire is not a matter of occupying several other cities. In the long run, it is assimilation and integration, and it is to build an island-like Ming system in the entire Asia.

This system is easy to build, but it takes a lot of time to digest different species in the system.

There must be problems and difficulties, and even among these difficulties and problems, there will be no less bloody killings.

Now someone points out that it is a good thing!

"You keep talking!" Zhu Yunxiu said again.

"I will talk about the so-called marriage strategy of Duke Cao!" Yan Zhenzhi was heartbroken, "It's simply a big deal!" As he said that, he looked at the ministers and looked down at the note in his hand, "You see what he wrote. First establish a puppet and implement a marriage strategy, so that the local kings will have the legitimate son of my imperial bloodline. When they grow up, they will succeed the title of king. Isn't this a nonsense?"

As he said that, he almost shouted, "Even if the Ming Dynasty established the puppet king there and asked him to give birth to a male with my imperial and Ming ancestry with his clan daughter, he would be an outsider! Can his surname be Zhu?"

Suddenly, the hall became quiet and everyone had their own thoughts.

"He doesn't have the surname Zhu, so he is not the same as Daming!" Yan Zhenzhi continued, "Are you afraid of raising ungrateful wolves?"

"Yan Jingshi's words are wrong!"

Among the military officials, Wang De, the Marquis of Anyuan, who had just been transferred back to Beijing to serve in the Governor's Office of the Five Army, said, "Look deeper, take the land first, establish a puppet king, give birth to the son of the Emperor's bloodline, and inherit the title of the King. But not let the son of the Emperor's bloodline inherit the title of the King in the local area!"

"Can he be allowed to study in the capital? The place where he is located will be supported by the Ming Dynasty and the powerful. When the person who inherits the title of king grows up, he will marry his daughter and then return to his fiefdom."

"Even if I have my Emperor Ming bloodline and I am taught by great Confucianism in the capital, I naturally am aiming at my Ming Dynasty. How could I be an ungrateful wolf? I'm afraid that he will not want to return to his fiefdom at that time, but rather greedy for my Ming Dynasty's wealth!"

As he said that, he said in a slight way, "I am happy here, and I don't want to miss Shu!"

"Haha!" A burst of laughter rang among the warriors.

Nowadays, the two founding military marquis in the court are the second generation. Compared with the older generation, they have more or less read books and are both civil and military. For example, Wang De, the Marquis of Anyuan, is the son of the late Marquis of Dingyuan, and is also the brother-in-law of Zhu Zhen, the deposed King of Chu.

"Ha!" Hearing this, Yan Zhen sneered, "Does An Yuanhou want to compete with the officials in the same way?"

As he said that, he looked at Zhu Yunxi again and said, "Your Majesty, I will give you an example. It's like a Marquis of a certain army in the Ming Dynasty, and there is no successor in the family!"

"You are so fucking the last one!" As soon as these words came out, the warriors cursed in their hearts.

This means that the old military marquis are not here. If the old military marquis are here, they will kick the scholar who is suffering from plague directly.

"If there is no son but only a daughter, who will the title be passed to in the end?" Yan Zhenzhi said again.

Zhu Gaochi pondered for a moment, "According to the rules set by Emperor Taizu Gao, if this is the case, the title must be reduced to the grandson of this family!"

"Okay! Give it to my grandson! Is it better than my nephew?" Yan Zhenzhi said again.

Isn't this nonsense?

The nephew was born from another man and another woman, and the grandson was born from his own daughter and another man. Is it easy to see which one is closer and which one is far away?

"The grandson inherits the title and family property." Yan Zhenzhi continued, "The first generation, maybe I still remember this grandfather, who would go to the grave to burn paper during festivals. But what about his descendants? What about two or three generations later?" As he said, he looked at the ministers, "If they have ancestors, they must go to visit their ancestors to their graves, right?"

Everyone thought for a while, and this is true.

In fact, who inherits family property is the same in later generations, but this era involves the grand event of the clan's continuation of a century of incense. Is it a patriarchal society?

"You said this is impossible!" Wang De said, "Even if you don't have a son, can't you hold one in the clan? You can still recruit a family. Isn't it enough to change my grandson's surname to Jizong when he was born!"

"Haha!" Yan Zhenzhi sneered again, "How did Taizu of the Later Zhou Dynasty treat Shizong?"

Before the warriors could react, the civil officials applauded.

Good confrontation!

Chai Rong, the Emperor Shizong of the Later Zhou Dynasty, was adopted son of Guo Wei, the founding emperor of the Later Zhou Dynasty.

Guo Wei and his family were killed by Emperor Yin of the Later Han. The two had no blood relationship, but had a relative relationship. Chai Rong was the nephew of Guo Wei's wife.

Guo Wei gave the country and the country to this adopted son. But after he ascended the throne, he immediately changed his name back to his original surname, Chai!

"The Marquis just said to hug someone from the clan!" Yan Zhenzhi continued to speak, "But don't forget that these metaphors of the lower officials are about the matter of the Duke of Cao who inherited the title of the king with an outsider with the blood of the Emperor and Ming Dynasty!"

As he said that, he continued to sneer, "How to embrace it? How to adopt it? Support the puppet, and then let the son of the puppet earth king also have the surname Zhu? He is so beautiful!"
Chapter completed!