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Chapter 473: Calling for mourning in the rain

"In the rustling autumn rain, shallow rocks are falling down."

"This sentence from the Poet Buddha King Youcheng is quite in line with the times."

Behind the Youshun Gate is the courtyard of the Daming Taxation Office, which is co-located with the Liuke Corridor.

The rain falls on the pomegranates and the red flowers dance.

In the spacious corridor, a copper stove is boiling on a tea table, and two wicker chairs are gently swaying.

Zhu Yunxi looked at the pomegranate tree in the courtyard that had grown countless pomegranates this year, and read Wang Wei's poems.

Zhu Gaochi, who was lying on the wicker chair next to him, was a little lazy. He held a few green dates in season in his hand and used peanuts roasted in the fire to moisten his throat with Qihong.

After a while, the pomegranate tree will be ready for picking.

Zhu Gaochi lazily looked at the pomegranate tree in the autumn rain, thinking to himself.

"This pomegranate plant is growing well, and the tax office happens to be here. You will definitely have many children and many blessings in the future." Zhu Yunxi looked at the fat man next to him and said softly.

Such autumn rain, such a season, makes people reluctant to move.

As for Xiaopang's future, having more children is certain.

He has several great children.

As for whether he is blessed, Zhu Yunxi feels that starting from now, he will definitely be blessed in the future.

In late autumn and early winter, it’s the day you get married.

Zhu Gaochi turned his head and rolled his eyes at Zhu Yunxi, and then said: "The news released by Wenyuan Pavilion is that Xie Jin, the second assistant, will go to the Imperial College to teach in the near future. This move is probably to cater to the students of the Imperial College who are parading around to praise their merits."

"The imperial court suppressed the stubbornness of Neo-Confucianism, but people in the world cannot be ignorant, and they must be able to read and write." Zhu Yunxi nodded and clarified the true meaning: "Guozijian is a place that the world's scholars yearn for. If we can truly return to our hearts, we can spread the teachings."

The education work can also be done."

Zhu Gaochi speculated and said: "I just didn't expect that it wasn't Ren Ge who went to the Imperial Academy."

"Ren Hengtai made this for me to see." Zhu Yunxi directly expressed Ren Hengtai's thoughts and looked at Xiaopang.

Zhu Gaochi blinked with a smile on his face: "The first assistant is really the first assistant. The more he behaves like this, the less you can rush to straighten Xie Jin."

However, Zhu Yunxi shook his head: "Ren Hengtai's integrity is unmatched by anyone in the court. If he had these thoughts, he would never have the chance to preside over Wenyuan Pavilion in the morning.

Putting aside the place for the time being, it is just that in the Yingtian Dynasty, the number of people who are Xinxue's disciples as officials is now nearly 40%. He appointed Hengtai as the chief minister, so he would not be unaware of this.

When the cabinet goes to the Imperial College, he knows both emotionally and rationally that it is most appropriate to let Mr. Xie go."

"Is this also the case when he handed over the affairs of the Sanfa Division to Gao Chunfeng?"

Now the status of the cabinet in the government has been made clear, and the slightest disturbance will be immediately known to the outside world.

For example, if Gao Yangzhi takes over the government affairs related to the Three Laws Department, the next moment the cabinet decides, the various departments and offices in the court will know about it.

Zhu Yunxi smiled: "Our chief assistant wants to do something, but matters related to the Three Laws Department often involve many people. Gao Chunfeng also wants to do something, so he just took advantage of this. After all, young people always hate evil as much as they hate it.

"

"Isn't this considered thought?"

Zhu Gaochi muttered something.

Zhu Yunxi's eyes were already looking at the remaining petals on the fruit that had grown in the autumn rain in the courtyard, as well as the stamens that had not yet grown fruit. They were constantly falling off the branches due to the beating of the rain.

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After pondering for a moment, Zhu Yunxi finally spoke: "It's not just a bad intention. It's just that the cabinet ministers will be responsible for any matters in the future, and they must be determined by the decree, rather than the cabinet making their own decisions. This point must be taken back."

After he finished speaking, Zhu Gaochi immediately raised his eyebrows.

There are really too many meanings to this statement.

When everyone thought that the top power structure of the Ming Dynasty had been established, there were still unfinished plans.

Zhu Gaochi couldn't help but patted his thigh with his palm: "Do you want Zhai Shan, the Minister of Personnel, to make a move?"

"The Ministry of Personnel is in charge of all the officials in the world. How can I not join the cabinet?"

Zhu Yunxi chuckled lightly.

According to history and his point of view, the two ministers of the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Husbandry must be in the cabinet.

However, due to various reasons, Zhai Shan, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, did not enter the cabinet this time, but Zhu Yunxi deliberately postponed the entry of the Minister of Hubu into the cabinet.

Zhu Gaochi frowned slightly.

He was thinking about the meaning of this sentence, whether he wanted Zhai Shan to join the cabinet, or whether he wanted the next Minister of Personnel to join the cabinet.

And in this autumn rain.

Outside the gate of Xi'an, the team of white soldiers who started from Fengyang City in the central capital had already arrived at the gate of the palace.

The pro-military troops are on duty here, and all matters that are not urgent for the Eight Hundred Miles Military State must be reported.

Coincidentally, it was Qin Shizi Zhu Shangbing who was guarding the palace outside Xi'an Gate today.

Zhu Shangbing was wearing pro-army armor, a steel helmet on his head, and a sword on his waist. He looked at the team riding all the way to the gate of Xi'an with cold eyes.

"Whose family do you belong to?"

Zhu Shangbing knew clearly in his heart that he must be a servant of a noble family in the court if he could ride a horse galloping in Yingtian City and come to Xi'an Gate.

Looking at the plain clothes on these people and the hemp ropes wrapped around their waists, Zhu Shangbing felt a little heavier in his heart.

There was no time to think about which hero passed away.

Zhu Shangbing just stopped these people according to the rules.

A group of people from Duke Xin's Mansion who came all the way from Fengyang City to Yingtian were led by Duke Xin's Tang and his fourth son, Sanqi Tang Xie from the Dudu Mansion.

Tang Xie forgot to glance at the Xi'an Gate city wall in the autumn rain in front of him. His face was haggard, his beard was messy, and his eyes were red.

When he saw the pro-army blocking him in front of the palace gate, he halted his horse and got down.

Tang Xie came to Zhu Shangbing with a riding whip in his hand. In the autumn rain, he picked up the whip with both hands and kneeled on the ground: "I, the fourth son of Duke Xin, who is riding in the Dudu Mansion, Tang Xie. Come to the capital to see your majesty and announce his funeral. My father,

He made great contributions to the founding of the Ming Dynasty. He was a military official who supported the founding of the country and promoted sincerity. He was a distinguished official and a pillar of the country. He had a salary of three thousand dan. He believed in the Duke of the country. He passed away a few days ago."

Xin Guogong Tanghe died?

Zhu Shangbing's eyes flashed, obviously a little surprised by this incident.

There was also some commotion among the Shangzhiqin military guards who were on duty in front of Xi'an Gate.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although Xin Guogong Tang He was only promoted to the title of nobility in the eleventh year of Hongwu, it does not hinder his great contributions in the military.

A few years ago, before the Ming Dynasty destroyed the Japanese country, there were still Japanese invaders breeding along the southeastern coast of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, His Majesty asked Duke Xin to train troops in the southeast to prepare for Japanese pirate attacks.

Today, in front of the gate of Xi'an, there are also several people who were trained in Xinguogongtanghe Army.

Zhu Shangbing lowered his head and looked at Tang Xie kneeling in front of him, feeling a little unspeakable in his heart.

Just last year, Duke Xin Guo Tang Hezheng was ill and was summoned to the capital to be a saint. At that time, Tang He had some difficulty walking around. It was the emperor's grandfather who gave the order and ordered people to carry Duke Xin Guo into the palace.

Grandpa Huang held Duke Xin's hand tightly and counted the years in the military that led to the founding of the Ming Dynasty. Duke Xin's face was filled with tears and he was speechless.

At that time, the palace gave countless gold, silver, and silk.

The intention is very obvious, it is prepared for the death of Duke Xin Guo.

But there are also those in Fengyang, the central capital, who prepare these things behind their backs in advance as a happy occasion, so that the sick leave early.

It's just unimaginable that Duke Xin Guo will eventually pass away and pass away.

Zhu Shangbing raised his eyes and looked back at Xi'an Gate: "Open the palace gate!"

After shouting, the sound of machine pulleys began to rotate from the city gate.

Zhu Shangbing, on the other hand, stretched out his hand to Tang Xie and pulled him up. Without allowing the other party to speak, he pulled Tang Xie toward Xi'an Gate: "Follow me to the palace to meet the Holy Spirit."

Tang Xie hesitated a little, but was pulled by Zhu Shangbing and couldn't stop.

He followed behind and whispered: "This is against the rules..."

"My father is the King of Qin!" Zhu Shangbing turned around and looked at Tang Xie with a smile: "Sanqi just follow me into the palace. Everything must be done to let Grandpa Huang know about Zhongdu as soon as possible."

Tang Xie was quite surprised.

When will the clan members of the Ming Dynasty continue to guard the palace in the autumn rain?

Tang Xie knew that in the past few years, the clan princes who had sons outside the country had been summoned to bring their sons back to the capital, and these princes and princes were left in the capital to study at the main hall.

But, do these noble nobles actually have to go through military training?

When did this happen?

Tang Xie, who had been staying in Fengyang City as a cavalry officer in the Dudu Mansion, obviously did not understand the changes in Yingtian City over the years.

But at this time, he was filled with the grief after his father's death, and he only had a slight doubt for a moment before rushing to the palace following Zhu Shangbing.

rain.

It's getting bigger.

When it falls on people, there is a biting coldness.

Tang Xie followed Zhu Shangbing, entered the palace from Xi'an Gate, passed through Xishang Gate, entered Xihua Gate, and then arrived at Wuying Hall, Liuke Corridor, and the Tax Office.

Zhu Shangbing led the way, and when he arrived near the Six Branch Corridor, he stopped.

Tang Xie, who followed behind, was a little hesitant. Although he did not come to Yingtian often, he also knew the layout of the palace. This was not the three main halls, nor was it the emperor's palace.

Zhu Shangbing looked back at Tang Xie, smiled and said: "I remembered that this morning Brother Xi...that is, Taisun, he went to the tax office. Oh yes! Zhu Gaochi, the crown prince of Yan, is now the director of the tax office. The two of them

They must still be at the tax office now, I have to go and tell them."

Tang Xie nodded, and then reacted: "Your Highness Taisun!"

That's my niece-in-law.

Zhu Shangbing nodded and said, "Sanqi, please come with me."

After the two people discussed it, they turned to the tax office next to the Six Branch Corridor.

At this moment, in the tax office, Zhu Yunxi was still watching the rain.

The new policy between the DPRK and China has entered a stage of protracted war. Just like after this autumn rain, the cold winter will come when everything will be silent. Everything will be buried under the heavy snow and mud, and will not truly regain its vitality until the arrival of spring.

, giving birth to a new world.

"We should plant some more banana plants."

Zhu Yunxi suddenly said something.

Zhu Gaochi tilted his head and looked at him, and whispered: "You don't seem to know how to talk about rain hitting banana trees, you are such an autumn person."

"You are only allowed to be arty and you are not allowed to rain on the banana trees?"

Zhu Yunxi immediately retorted.

The sound of footsteps came outside the tax office.

The sound of raindrops became louder and louder.

Zhu Shangbing and Tang Xie, who were already soaked through, quickly walked into the tax office and entered the courtyard.

"Brother Bing!"

Zhu Gaochi stood up abruptly, frowning and looking at Zhu Shangbing, who was constantly dripping with rain, and looked at the stranger he brought in with confusion.

However, Zhu Yunxi recognized Tang Xie immediately, and his heart sank as his long-lost memories suddenly came to life.

In one flick, he stood up from the wicker chair and rushed into the courtyard.

Zhu Gaochi raised his hand and was about to say that the rain was heavy and cold.

Tang Xie was already kneeling on the ground.

"Your Highness!"

"My father believed in the Duke of the country and passed away..."

Zhu Gaochi, who was still in the corridor, was shocked and immediately understood Brother Xi's previous actions.

Looking at Tang Xie kneeling in the rain, letting the rain hit his shoulders and back.

Zhu Yunxi frowned and looked at Brother Bing in front of him.

Zhu Shangbing understood and immediately bent down and stretched out his hands to pull Tang Xie up.

"Fourth uncle will come with me to meet the saint."

Zhu Yunxi didn't say much, and just walked silently outside the tax office.

"umbrella!"

At this moment, Zhu Gaochi had already called the officials from the tax office and came out with several large umbrellas. He held an umbrella himself and came to Zhu Yunxi's side.

"Should I ask Grandpa Huang what he is doing, change some clothes for Uncle Tang, and then go over?"

Zhu Yunxi shook his head: "Grandpa would like to know the news of Duke Xin's death as soon as possible..."

The old man is a man who values ​​friendship. He has given many opportunities in the past, but those old brothers from Huaiyou have forgotten why they wanted to found the Ming Dynasty.

So in the end, the old man got the reputation of a cold brother, but no one dared to say it, no one dared to say it, but it was in everyone's heart.

When Zhu Yunxi suddenly woke up and believed in the news that Guogong Tanghe had passed away, he also had mixed feelings in his heart.

The founders of Ming Dynasty are all old.

Tang He was not the first founding figure to pass away, but he would not be the last.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The empire seems to have entered a real period of transformation and transformation.

The rain was getting heavier at this time.

In addition to the senior military guards who were on duty everywhere in the palace, there were only chamberlains and maids guarding the corridors of the palace.

No one was moving around.

When Zhu Yunxi took Tang Xie all the way to Qianqing Palace.

From a distance, Sun Gou'er, the palace manager, saw four people.

Sun Gou'er made a noise, with a look of surprise on his face, and quickly took an umbrella, opened it, and rushed into the rain: "What's wrong with Your Highness? He's soaked all over. The same goes for Qin Shizi. This old slave is calling me I'm sending you ginger soup to ward off the cold for Your Highness and Your Majesty."

As he spoke, Sun Gouer's eyes kept looking at Tang Xie, who was holding the same umbrella as Zhu Shangbing.

He knew this man, he was the fourth son of Duke Xin.

Although they only met once during his grandson's wedding, Sun Gou'er still remembered him.

Duke Xinguo passed away.

Sun Gou'er, who is experienced in worldly affairs, could understand what happened today at a glance.

After saying a few words, Sun Gou'er spoke in a low voice: "Your Majesty is in the back hall. He just put the young prince and daughter to sleep, and now he is playing chess with the prince in the front hall."

Zhu Yunxi hummed, "Bring me some more clothes, and I'll take Fourth Uncle Tang to meet the Holy Spirit first."

Sun Gou'er nodded repeatedly: "Old slave, I'll do it now."

After saying this, Sun Gouer did not move his steps, but continued: "Should we hide it from the concubine and the others first?"

Zhu Yunxi sighed softly: "Sun Daban can just do it now."

Tang Xie had already been brought to the palace.

He knew that his body was covered with rainwater and he did not dare to enter the temple because of the cold air, so he knelt in front of the temple door.

"Your Majesty, the fourth son of Duke Xin, Sanqi from the Dudu Mansion, Tang Xie.

Enter the capital to see His Majesty and report his death.

"My father, who made great contributions to the founding of the Ming Dynasty, was a military official who promoted the founding of the country and promoted the sincerity of Xuanli, a distinguished official, a pillar of the country, a salary of 3,000 dan, and a loyal lord of the country. He passed away a few days ago."

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