What are you doing in Beijing?

It's not a treat to dinner anyway.

Instead, we must complete the Ming Dynasty, more than 5,000 newly selected township leaders to visit the Pi Temple.

From the founding of the Ming Dynasty to the present, at least a few thousand dried human skins are hung on the temple.

If you embezzle more than fifty taels of corruption, you will peel it as a waste. Who dares to tamper with the people's grain tax in the future? Let's consider it yourself!

Not only did they ask them to read, but after they finished reading these thousands of human skins, they handed them over to the Ministry of Works, and made thousands of human skins, and let them take them back.

Just put it under their chairs and let them sit on it every day.

If you want to tamper with the grain tax, you will be the next person to be seated!

In addition, the last group of criminals involved in fraud cases involving local government warehouses before the New Year was about to be executed, and these thousands of township chiefs were allowed to see them with their own eyes.

Let’s see what Lingchi is.

Let’s see what is a live cut.

Let’s see what it means to be dying.

People must have a sense of awe to be good people.

An official must have a sense of awe to be a good official.

The Emperor of Zhu's family is so kind, and he doesn't rub sand in his eyes.

Besides this, before the end of the year, Zhu Yunhuang, the emperor, had a few things to do.

Sacrifice to ancestors and sacrifice to heaven.

Reward civil and military officials.

Visit the Beijing camp military forces.

I will send edicts to the various vassal states and congratulate the New Year.

Meet the envoys of various countries and receive tribute.

Among many issues, Zhu Yunyu chose to first inspect martial arts.

It was the martial arts he suggested to the old man and personally supervised the construction.

The seeds planted at the beginning are now time to harvest the fruits.

~

On the 11th day of the twelfth lunar month, Xiaohan.

Outside the Qianqing Palace, Duke of Zheng Changsheng, Duke of Wei Xu Huizu, Duke of Baoguo Lan Chun, Duke of Cao Li Jinglong, Duke of Ying Fu Rang, Duke of Xin Tang Fu and others were all wearing military uniforms.

Outside the Qianqing Gate, there are dozens of military marquises in the same military uniform.

Looking around, it looks full of majestic colors and the armor is bright.

The entire Forbidden City is silent, but it seems to be filled with infinite golden swords and iron horses.

Rong Chengbo Deng Ping was slightly lame, standing in front of the Qianqing Palace gate, looking around.

"The emperor takes off his siege!"

"I welcome the emperor!"

Hula, the iron armored leaves roared, and all the princes and princes knelt on one knee.

A lucky cloud boot slowly stepped out of the door.

Then Zhu Yunyu wore a big red five-clawed golden dragon robe with a zithered waist, a black gauze crown, a jade belt, and a majestic step over.

Behind him was the six kilograms of the size of the smallest, with bright and shiny eyes wandering around.

"Flat!"

"Long live thanks!"

Then Zhu Yunyu led Liujin to the carriage, and the vast ceremonial guard walked through the Meridian Gate... and drove out of the imperial city!

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The Ming Dynasty martial arts was built on the side of Zhongshan, next to the camp of the garrison.

There were a total of 190,000 troops in the capital, but not all of them were stationed in Yingtian Mansion. However, the ones stationed here must be the elite of the Ming Dynasty.

The location of martial arts is equal to that of the Beijing Camp, and before them is the Ming Dynasty Martyrs' Temple with constant incense.

To go to the Jingying and the main entrance of martial arts, you must pass through the Martyrs' Temple.

The white tower in the temple is like Optimus Prime, and the ashes of soldiers who died in the Ming Dynasty were worshipped.

The Han Dynasty had Qilin Pavilion and Yuntai, and the Tang Dynasty had Lingyan Pavilion.

And the Ming Dynasty had a temple of meritorious officials and a temple of heroes.

In any era, future generations cannot forget the contributions of their predecessors. Because all the stability and prosperity of future generations are trampled on the shoulders and even the flesh and blood of their predecessors.

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In front of the main entrance of the Heroes Temple, Mei Yin, the Duke of the Prince of the Prince of the Consort, has already carefully selected the outstanding people of both character and academic performance, and welcomed them here.

Seeing the emperor's ceremonial guard from afar, Mei Yin led his men to kneel down on one knee, "I'm welcome to the emperor!"

"stop!"

The guard of ceremonies stopped in front of the magnificent main entrance of the Heroes Temple.

A stone tablet is erected on one side of the main gate, and the left side reads the words of Emperor Taizong of Tang’s past, saying that those who are monarchs drive talents and serve the scholars with heart.

On the right is the civil servant who gets off the sedan chair and the military officer who gets off the horse.

"emperor!"

Deng Ping pushed open the side door of the carriage and greeted him sideways.

Zhu Yunxiu did not come down immediately, but looked at the stone tablet in front of the martial arts gate and thoughtful.

"I have said before that the incense of the Heroes' Martyrs' Temple must be sent to worship every festival!" Zhu Yunxiu said slowly, "It is difficult to express honor when the civil servant falls into the sedan chair and the military officer dismounts!"

As he said that, standing in front of the stone tablet, and loudly said in front of all civil and military officials, "Thousands of heroic souls have created the peace and prosperity of today, and millions of heroes will have the Ming Dynasty today... From now on, on the day of memorial service, the emperor will also walk in to show honor."

"From my beginning, it has been passed down to future generations and descendants, and it is determined to be a regular rule and cannot be changed!"

"Abide by the order!" the ministers replied loudly.

Among the ministers, Zhu Gaochi secretly curled his lips, "I really fucking you will win people's hearts!"

Li Jinglong stood beside Zhu Yunxiu, and smiled when he heard this, "The emperor honored the heroes and martyrs, and the heaven and earth moved. When the soldiers of the three armies heard this, they would serve their orders sincerely to repay the kindness of yours!"

Zhu Yunxi nodded and smiled.

At this time, the prince-consort Mei Yin stepped forward, "I bow to the emperor!"

Since the death of the previous generation of Xinguo Duke Tang He, he has been in charge of martial arts. He is both civil and military. Under his management, under the guidance of the old military marquis in the early years, there was a bit of bandit-like martial arts that often slaughtered the city, but now it has become a bit more solemn and upright.

Zhu Yunxiu held Liujin's hand, "Well, I'm worthy of going in!"

"yes!"

Just as Zhu Yunyu pulled Liujin and stepped on the first step.

Several white-haired disabled veterans worked together to push open the gate of the Martyrs' Temple.

"Oh..." Liu Jin exclaimed.

Behind the gate is a long corridor.

The corridor is made of white marble, and the walls are full of vivid paintings.

As we got closer, portraits of real people came into our eyes.

Therefore, King Xu Da of Zhongshan, King Chang Yuchun of Kaiping, King Li Wenzhong of Qiyang, King Muying of Qianning, and King Deng Yu of Ninghe...

Each portrait is lifelike, and small words are used to write their birth and death years and their life achievements...

"That is your grandfather's grandfather, that is, your grandfather!" Zhu Yunxiu pointed to Chang Yuchun's portrait and said to Liujin, "When you worship later, you must kowtow!"

"My son knows!" Liu Jin said, suddenly looking back at Chang Sheng, then nodded vigorously.

In an instant, Chang Sheng felt a little confused, but then his head was high.

Zhu Yunxiu's pace was very slow, as if he was afraid of disturbing the heroic spirit.

Everyone walked very slowly, and their eyes were frozen on those portraits and refused to move.

Li Jinglong stared blankly at the portrait of Li Wenzhong on the wall, his eyes clear.

Deng Ping at the foot of the slope looked at Deng Yu, the King of Ninghe, and his shoulders were trembling.

Lan Chun looked at Lan Yu's paintings... and was always lost.

The portraits in the corridors on both sides cannot see the end. The heroes who have passed by the title of the king are the heroes who have died in battle.

Hu Dahai, who died at the hands of the rebels, scolded Hua Yun, who was hanged by Chen Youliang...
To be continued...