Even though he knew that Jin Yiwei's handling of such a matter was not in compliance with the rules, he had no reason or excuse, let alone any way, to say that this matter should not be done.
More than a thousand famous scholars are currently imprisoned in the Jinyiwei Prison. According to the news they just received, the Jinyiwei will punish ten people every day on Baihu Street outside the Jinyiwei Yamen.
Then these more than a thousand people will need Jin Yiwei to fight continuously for more than a hundred days.
More than a hundred days, just over three months.
It’s been more than three months since the examinations at Yingtian City should have started.
Xie Jin raised his hands to Sun Chenggong who came to report: "Can Sun Qianhu please tell me, will those students still be imprisoned in the imperial edict after being punished?"
Sun Cheng nodded: "Since that's the case, the commander has given orders that the number of sticks must be the same and the number of days of imprisonment must be the same. The Jinyi Guards are fair and will never cause anyone to be wronged."
When talking about this matter, Sun Cheng actually showed reverence, with a noble expression on his face as if he had upheld the justice of the Ming Dynasty's laws.
Xie Jin opened his mouth and his abdomen trembled silently.
If the Jinyiwei were really so fair, they would not be in this situation after all these years. Just by dressing up in a flying fish suit with embroidered spring knives, they can stop children from crying.
Zhu Yunxi said: "Ten people are beaten with sticks every day. This is a warning. Although they are only those ten people, they are really struck in the hearts of those who believe in Neo-Confucianism."
Xie Jin smiled helplessly: "Three months, is this set aside by His Highness for your service?"
For three whole months, Jinyiwei would scold ten people in front of the Yamen every day. This would definitely frighten those who believed in Neo-Confucianism, and would also temporarily stop them.
Then these three months should be the time to study hard and make progress.
Xie Jin looked at the emperor's grandson in front of him and felt that this matter was probably the one he asked Jin Yiwei to handle.
Zhu Yunxi shook his head: "This is not what we ordered Jiang Yu to do."
"Not Your Highness?" Xie Jin's face showed confusion: "If it weren't for Your Highness's arrangement, what Jin Yiwei would do..."
Zhu Yunxi waved his hand: "The Jinyi Guards are full of human beings."
After saying that, he stood up, glanced at the piles of eucalyptus slips on the table, curled his lips and smiled: "Let's go to the main hall, and we still have to leave this place to Xie."
After saying that, Zhu Yunxi had already walked away.
Jie Jin was left alone, facing the piles of eucalyptus slips in front of him blankly, and could only let out a long sigh.
He didn't need to open these eucalyptus slips to know that most of the memorials presented to the court recently criticized the unity of heart, study, knowledge and action.
Speaking of which, I have gained some advantages by walking in the Wenhua Palace.
Xie Jin couldn't help but think of a joke told by his grandson when Xia Yuanji and Tie Xuan got together last year before they left Beijing.
Who in the hall is suing me?
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Xie Jin's face, and he reached out to open a memorial at the top of the eucalyptus slip. It can be said that there are countless criticisms and thoughts that are difficult to describe.
Without thinking too much, Xie Jin put the memorial aside in the position that belonged to Liu Zhong. Then among the complicated memorials, he went to the memorials that really needed his opinions on how to deal with them, reviewed the memorials, and made paper notes.
The final decision will be made by the great grandson himself.
Let’s talk about Zhu Yunxi who was rushing from the Zhongji Hall to the main hall.
Accompanying him on the left and right behind him were Sun Gou'er, the steward of the inner palace, and Yu Tian, his personal servant. As for Sun Cheng, he had already finished reporting the affairs of the Jin Yiwei and went out of the palace to do business again.
Zhu Yunxi walked very slowly, and after he had left the confines of the three main halls, he turned to Yu Tian who was following him and asked: "I heard that you ran into Liu Sanwu, the old man, in the palace yesterday?" Yutian stopped immediately, looked up at the emperor's grandson with some uneasiness, and then immediately lowered his head.
There was no time to think about it, just the question flashed through his mind. Yutian suddenly thought about it and said in a low voice: "I am the grandson's son, and I only think about the grandson. Although Liu Sheren is a state affairs, I don't understand."
, I just know that I can’t let my great grandson lose his face.”
Sun Gouer on the side turned his head and glanced blankly
This young grandson’s personal chamberlain.
Zhu Yunxi paused: "You are a well-behaved and sensible person."
Yu Tian hurriedly whispered: "I don't dare."
Zhu Yunxi smiled: "Since you are a well-behaved and sensible person, you should remember in the future that you should keep a respectful distance from foreign officials."
After saying something indifferently, Zhu Yunxi raised his feet and continued on his way. The waiters who were tired and lagging behind with their sliding poles could only follow slowly.
Yu Tian responded, but looked at Sun Gou'er beside him with puzzled eyes, showing a look of confusion.
Sun Gou'er coughed lightly and whispered: "You should remember what my grandson said in your heart and slowly understand it."
What the old dog said was vague. Yutian blinked, lowered his body and followed the other person's footsteps: "The supervisor taught you a lesson."
Sun Gouer nodded and said no more.
In the palace, someone named Zhu appeared, and the fight was far more intense than in the previous dynasty. Today he is the manager of the inner palace because of the emperor's trust. What if he waits for the future?
Sun Gou'er silently stared at Yutian beside him, wondering how this boy could be so ignorant that as long as he opened his mouth, he would recognize him as his godson.
It seems that I still need to go back and mention a few points.
But he didn’t talk about the thoughts of the officials.
Zhu Yunxi had already arrived at the main hall and saw Song Cheng, the prince's personal servant, standing outside the door.
Seeing his grandson coming, Song Cheng immediately stepped forward and said, "I'm here to see you, Third Master."
Zhu Yunxi waved his hand and looked outside at the closed door of the main study room: "Song Daban, the old man and his father are both in there? Why haven't classes ended yet today?"
Song Cheng said in a low voice: "His Majesty personally started teaching the princes today, and the lecture time was a little longer. The prince came out and ordered the servants to bring lunch. Most of the princes had finished their meals, and there were still some lunches in the evening.
I’m going to give a lecture.”
Zhu Yunxi nodded, and then he saw a group of palace maidens walking over with food boxes behind him, and they stood in pairs in rows beside them.
He walked lightly to the door and listened carefully to what was going on in the room.
Zhu Yunxi laughed silently when he heard the voice of the old man inside, and the old man repeating numerous instructions, asking the princes who have not yet joined the vassal to be close to farming, seek truth in everything, and be down-to-earth.
Get up.
Before he could knock on the door, the door was already opened from the inside.
Zhu Biao raised his eyebrows and looked at his son who was standing at the door with his body bent and his ear bent, and he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"
It kind of sounds like someone was caught in the act at the base of the wall.
The corners of Zhu Yunxi's mouth twitched, he turned around and whispered: "The son met his father and went down to the court. The son talked with Xie Jin for a while and left him to review the memorial in the Zhongji Hall. The son came over." When he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers in the room.
It was the old man who got out of class and allowed those uncles to eat.
Zhu Biao walked out with a cane and ordered the palace ladies carrying lunch boxes: "Send lunch in."
Gong'e walked into the classroom of the main hall in groups with their heads lowered.
Zhu Biao looked at his son: "How is your morning today?"
Zhu Yunxi tilted his head and asked with a smile: "Did my father ask about Xinxue, or was it about the fight in the bookstore and newspaper office yesterday?"
Zhu Biao glared: "What I'm asking about is government affairs!"
Zhu Yunxi snorted and said: "This morning, people from the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple came out to impeach Xie Jin, saying that he was causing trouble. They probably wanted to accuse him of being a Confucian rebel who deceived his teachers and destroyed his ancestors."
Zhu Biao hummed twice and was about to speak.
Zhu Yuanzhang's meaningful laughter came from behind: "Is that boy Xie Jin being scolded like this in front of you?"
Facing the old man who came out, Zhu Yunxi hurriedly turned around: "Grandson, see grandpa."
Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and stepped aside, followed by two palace ladies who were still carrying food boxes and walked out.
As if they had already received the emperor's order, the two maids opened the food box and walked onto the steps in front of the door.
Zhu Yuanzhang patted his butt and sat down, looking up at the father and son Zhu Biao and Zhu Yunxi who were still confused.
"Sit down
Do you want us to put the taste of rice in your mouth?"
After scolding, Zhu Yuanzhang had already pulled out the layers of food boxes and placed them on the steps in front of the door.
Zhu Yunxi hurriedly helped his father sit down on the steps slowly. He looked around and could only sit down at the bottom of the steps with his legs crossed.
Suddenly, under the steps in front of the main classroom, a scene like the most unruly farmhouse appeared among the golden glazed tiles and bright red pillars.
Zhu Yuanzhang chose the most plump piece of braised pork belly, took a bite of rice, and stuffed it into his mouth.
When he finally chewed it all, he swallowed it down his esophagus and into his stomach.
After heaving a sigh of relief, Zhu Yuanzhang said: "You kid, let's talk first, and then we'll have our meal."
Zhu Yunxi had no choice but to take a look at his father who was already cooking up his favorite white fried chicken with vine peppers. He could only close his mouth and tell the story of what happened at today's meeting.
Finally, Zhu Yunxi, who was already hungry from the smell of the vegetables, looked eagerly at the old man who was eating.
Zhu Yuanzhang hummed, took the last bite of rice soaked in braised gravy into his stomach, put down the bowl and patted his stomach quickly.
"You boy should go to the imperial kitchen to work."
The old man sighed incoherently, causing Zhu Yunxi to stop caring. He lowered his head and started to join in the battle with his father to grab the white chicken.
Zhu Biao raised his brows, looked sideways at his son, and with a quick flick of his hand, he put the last chicken leg he had saved into his bowl.
At the end, Zhu Yunxi, who could only pick up a few green vegetables and eat rice, hummed for a while.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at this scene, smiled slightly, and then said: "I handled it well today, I know how to deflect the situation. Just look back, your second uncle and the others should focus their energy on the martial arts hall." The Martial Arts Hall was the Royal Military Academy planned by Zhu Yunxi.
Probably because the old man still feels a little ashamed after all, the martial arts hall that was almost built recently was officially named the Ming Dynasty Lecture Hall.
The dean is still the old man himself, and there are three vice-presidents: the founding Duke Chang Sheng, Liang Guogong Lan Yu, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Army Tang Li. There are quite a few honorary vice-presidents, and almost all of them are Dukes of the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Yuanzhang caught everyone and became the honorary vice president.
As for the following instructors, they are the distinguished generals in Beijing now, and at least they must be uncles.
Now the martial arts hall has begun to select potential talents in the military, and the school will start soon.
It is impossible for Chang Sheng and the others to allocate their energy to government affairs for the time being.
Zhu Yunxi nodded, but looked at his father who was chewing chicken legs with resentment.
Zhu Yuanzhang continued: "Xin Xue, or the practical Xin Xue you recently proposed, we still have the original meaning, and you can balance the scales yourself. We will end up beating that old man Liu Sanwu to the point.
He showed some mercy."
When he arrived here, Zhu Yunxi suddenly raised his head and said, "What if he really doesn't care about human feelings?"
Prince Zhu Biao, who was gnawing on the chicken drumstick, immediately let go of the drumstick and lowered his head to look at the old man.
Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly and did not speak. He just glanced at Zhu Yunxi with his murderous eyes.
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The time is September, and the order belongs to the third autumn.
The golden autumn of the 25th year of Hongwu’s reign in the Ming Dynasty finally arrived amidst everyone’s expectations.
Outside the city, the mountains and plains were dyed red, autumn grains were put into the warehouse one after another, and people from all over the world entered Yingtian City one by one.
Three months passed quietly.
In these three months, Yingtian City seems to have maintained a calm situation.
Except that every day on Baihu Street, ten scholars would be pulled out and given ten sticks as street sticks, there was no other movement.
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The only bright spot is that among the many military camps in Xicheng, a very large martial arts hall opened quietly without causing much commotion.
The first batch of students from the Ming Dynasty's powerful families, the Jingwei General School, and the Zhili Guard General School have been studying in the martial arts hall for nearly two months.
Only
Yes, war is really too far away for the people in Yingtian City.
So far away is the city of Beiping, the nine sides, and the Japanese country across the sea.
The Enke Examination, which is about to begin in the golden autumn, is what everyone is paying attention to.
Merchants don't dare to think that they can grab the Jinke Tanhualang, but the two ranking Jinshi can still catch one or two to take home.
I heard that the imperial court will recruit officials on a large scale this year, and there will definitely be countless Jinshis on the two lists this year. Therefore, there are not many other people in Yingtian City recently, but there are countless merchants and gentry waiting to capture their sons-in-law.
With the excitement outside, it must be a scene that never lets the heat leave Yingtian City.
There is always a desolate atmosphere on Baihu Street.
It should be because both sides of Baihu Street are either the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion or the Yamen of Jinyiwei, which can make people shudder at just one glance.
Gao Yangzhi, a graduate of the Imperial College and deputy director of the Books and Newspapers Bureau, walked to the entrance of the Jinyi Wei Yamen with his head lowered, wearing an inconspicuous light shirt and a square scarf.
"This is a royal guard. No one is allowed to enter."
The royal guard Tiqi guarding the door muttered angrily.
No one is willing to take the initiative to come to Jinyiwei. If he hadn't seen that the other party was a young student wearing Confucian uniform, I would have thrown him into the street right now.
Gao Yangzhi lowered his head, reached into his arms, and looked to see if the Jin Yiwei would think that he was going to take out the murder weapon because of his actions.
There was no picture as expected, which made Gao Yangzhi feel a little inexplicable.
Then, a sign was displayed in front of the imperial guard guarding the Yamen.
Tiqi immediately bowed with a sullen face and cupped his fists: "Send the adults in."