Zhu Yunxi followed Zhu Biao all the way back to the East Palace.
There are many meanings in the prince's words. He wanted to say something several times, but in the end he was concealed in the unnatural laughter.
Wait until Zhu Yunxi bid farewell to Zhu Biao and returns to his palace.
As soon as they entered the palace garden, they saw Cai Die and Cailian standing at the door of the palace, opening their eyes from time to time and looking up into the room.
Zhu Yunxi stepped forward and asked: "How?"
Looking into the room, he saw a group of palace eunuchs quickly packing up their bedding in the room.
A silk and brocade quilt with the color of precious jade was brand new spread on the bed.
The fleshy Cai Die whispered: "Your Highness, he is from the empress's side."
Zhu Yunxi's eyes narrowed: "What are they going to do?"
Cai Die lowered her voice and said: "They said that the empress felt that the weather was getting hotter and hotter now, so she specially sent these ice silk quilts for His Highness. As for the old ones, she took them out and threw them away."
"Replace with a new one?"
Zhu Yunxi murmured in confusion and glanced inside again. At this time, the people coming from Lu's side had already packed the original bedding, and several people were carrying it and walking towards the outside.
"Third Master."
The elderly eunuch walking in the front whispered with a smile on his face: "The empress said that he was about to fall into ambush. The third master has been afraid of heat since he was a child. This year, he rushed to get a new bedding for the third master. The slaves took him out and threw him away."
Zhu Yunxi nodded and was puzzled by Lu's sudden outpouring of affection. He waved his hand and said, "My mother and concubine are worried about me, so you can go ahead."
After driving away the people sent by the Lu family, Zhu Yunxi asked Cai Die and Cailian to get some tea, and then he went to the desk.
Ever since he came to the Ming Dynasty and became Zhu Yunxi, he has hardly had time to breathe these days.
Drive away Huang Zicheng, get the opportunity to go out of the palace to study military affairs, meet with the general, gain the allegiance of Fang Xiaoru, and continue the same until today.
He finally began the first orthodox transformation of the Ming Dynasty, the most impeccable in the Central Plains.
Land reform.
In today's era, land is the root that maintains all things.
It is precisely for this reason that Zhu Yunxi directly raised this huge proposition.
After all, in the overseas oceans, apart from giant waves and monsters, human beings are almost rare.
Except for the Ming Dynasty, almost all of the land that occupies 30% of the world is in a state of chaotic and ignorant barbarism.
The land is there. If the Ming Dynasty does not occupy it, it will be robbed by those who come up later.
The concept of colonization is so advanced for today's Ming Dynasty that both Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao were vague and did not express their thoughts clearly.
This made Zhu Yunxi feel uncontrollable for the first time.
Holding the ink pen in his hand and looking at the blank paper, Zhu Yunxi's thoughts were racing.
Colonization can only solve the problem of future resource competition, but Zhu Yunxi has not proposed internal land reform to this day.
A few moments.
He picked up the pen and moved the ink, and the brushstrokes slid gently on the paper.
"A small share spreads across an acre."
"Officials and gentry receive food from one body."
"Business tax reform."
Several reform measures that have been verified were written down by Zhu Yunxi.
Looking at the handwriting in front of him, Zhu Yunxi breathed out a sigh of relief.
As an old saying goes, before fighting against the outside world, you must first make peace with yourself inside.
Zhu Yunxi deeply believed in this point.
No matter how many thousands of miles the Ming Dynasty expands its territory in the future, it will still be the ancestral land of the Central Plains.
If the internal politics cannot be clean, officials cannot be honest, and the people cannot be prosperous.
The Roman Empire, which dominated the entire Mediterranean and regarded it as a lake, would not collapse overnight.
However, these measures are all reform measures that can lead to turmoil in the Ming Dynasty if not carefully implemented.
Zhu Yunxi frowned slightly, reached out to grab the piece of paper, balled it up in his hand, and then immersed it in the inkstone aside.
He watched the paper absorb the ink at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the entire paper turned black, and then he looked back.
The old man asked him to sort out and write down some colonial policies and submit them to him, but this matter is not urgent.
Right now, he wants to write a letter to his fourth uncle.
Picking up the pen again, Zhu Yunxi muttered in a low voice, with a dragon dancing on his hand.
"My fourth uncle personally initiated it."
"My nephew Yunxi paid homage to Yingtian City from afar."
"It has been more than ten years since my fourth uncle left Beijing and returned to the north. My nephew often thinks about him. I remember my uncle asking my grandfather to allow my nephew to go out to study military affairs. My nephew is very grateful."
"..."
Zhu Yunxi wrote so eloquently that in the blink of an eye, several pieces of paper were filled.
Holding the last piece of paper in his hand, he lowered his head and opened his mouth slightly, blowing out air gently and brushing the paper where the ink had not yet dried.
Set it aside and wait until the writing is dry before sealing it in an envelope.
"Sun Cheng."
After finishing a family letter, Zhu Yunxi's worries disappeared from his brows, and he became full of heroic spirit.
Sun Cheng, the flag officer of the Imperial Army Yulinwei, quickly responded and walked in from outside.
When he arrived in front of Zhu Yunxi, he cupped his fists and shouted: "Third Master!"
Zhu Yunxi held the letter in his hand and raised his hand to hand it out: "Send someone to send this letter to Peking and hand it over to my fourth uncle!"
Sun Cheng took the letter, but hesitantly.
According to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, clans were not allowed to communicate in private, let alone exchange letters.
Even if the vassal king wanted to contact the court, he had to follow the rules and write a memorial and send it to Yingtian City to speak.
Zhu Yunxi's behavior obviously violated the rules.
Sun Cheng raised his head and looked at him, a little puzzled. The third master should know this rule, but why he insists on doing it himself.
Zhu Yunxi glared: "If you are asked to do it, do it. What are you afraid of?"
Sun Cheng opened his mouth, but he couldn't tell the trouble.
If His Majesty finds out in the end, the anger may not fall on the Third Master, but it will definitely fall on him.
Seeing that Sun Cheng was still hesitant, Zhu Yunxi said in a deep voice: "You are mine, if something happens, I will bear it for you!"
We are the Third Master’s people!
Sun Cheng, who was still hesitant at first, took a deep breath and stared at Zhu Yunxi with wide eyes.
He nodded solemnly: "My subordinates will make arrangements now and deliver this letter intact to His Highness King Yan!"
As he spoke, he put the letter close to his chest, turned around and left in a hurry.
Looking at Sun Cheng's leaving figure, Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly.
I guess it won't take long for the old man to get the letter he wrote. But no matter how the old man thinks, he will never think that he is just writing a letter to his fourth uncle.
……
In the Zhongji Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was preparing to use some soup and enter the state of night battle memorial, watched the Jinyiwei commander Jiang Yu get a copied letter and the original in front of him, and looked at the other party to ask.