Emperor Zhengde of Ming Dynasty

Minister of Industry Li Suide held the map Zhu Houzhao gave him, and his hands started to tremble with excitement. As a courtier, he could not ask Zhu Houzhao where the map came from, his task was to do what the emperor wanted.

Zhu Houzhao didn't know how to develop artillery shells himself, and he didn't have the heart to think about it. He just provided an idea to the Ministry of Industry. As for the final result of the research and development, it depends on the ability of the Minister of Engineering. All he wants is the result.

Of course, his approach is much better than his descendant, the carpenter emperor.

The 800,000 taels of silver allocated by Zhu Houzhao to the Ministry of Industry is not for them to eat and drink, but for them to do research and development.

Zhu Houzhao waved his hand and asked the Minister of Industry to step down.

When he left the Qianqing Palace, he kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. His Majesty handed him so many technological tasks at once, which made his head feel like a big fight. He even suspected that the 800,000 taels of silver allocated by His Majesty were not at all. Not enough for him.

After Li Suide left, Zhu Houzhao took a pen and gave Qi Jingtong's memorial: I have understood what Aiqing has played, and I will continue to increase the search for the coastline and fight against pirates. The Ministry of Industry is stepping up the development of new iron armored warships. I am very pleased with the victory of the Francophone Kingdom, and Aiqing did not live up to my expectations.

After Zhu Houzhao gave instructions to Qi Jingtong's memorial, he ordered the internal guards to quickly send them to the Guangdong Customs Headquarters.

.....

When Zhu Houzhao was considering the top ten generals in the nine-sided important town, Zhang Xuan entered the palace.

Inside the Cining Palace, the Empress Dowager Zhang looked at her niece Zhang Xuan and entered the palace wearing a flying fish suit.

"What's the matter with you?"

The Queen Mother Zhang asked when she saw that her niece was wearing something inappropriate.

Zhang Xuan smiled and said, "Auntie, this is what Xuan'er asked for from my cousin."

The queen mother shook her head helplessly.

Flying fish clothes, embroidered spring knives, are the clothes worn by the guards around the emperor, and most people are not allowed to wear them.

Now Xuan'er wants a flying fish suit, does he want to be the person by the emperor's side?

"If only I could wear a phoenix crown and a robe?"

Empress Zhang thought to herself, it is no wonder that today they are in their prime, but they are brothers and sisters after all. They have grown up together since childhood and are childhood sweethearts.

"Eunuch Prince, pass the decree of Ai Jiayi, and the general election in the world, this palace will personally preside over the emperor's wedding."

So, a decree quickly spread all over the world.

The emperor's draft, the yamen of the prefectures began to get busy again.

Except for a few people who think that the gate of the palace is as deep as the sea, there are still many girls in the world who want to enter the palace. After all, when the emperor is young, it is the season of spring flowers. Second, life in the palace seems to be a yearning.

There was a portrait of the Son of Heaven that was circulated among the people before, and how many girls fell asleep with the portrait of the Son of Heaven in their arms...

Among them is Yang Yan, the daughter of Yang Yanhe, a scholar of the Dongge University.

As the daughter of the old man, Yang Yan, who was only eight buckets tall, was not worried about marrying, but when she saw the portrait of the emperor, she became overwhelmed.

She fell ill when she heard that the Queen Mother Yizhi was going to be drafted all over the world.

Yang's house.

Yang Yanhe is preparing a congratulatory form.

His son Yang Shen, a great genius of the Ming Dynasty, had not seen him for several days.

"Yang Shen, what are you busy with these days?"

Yang Yanhe asked the housekeeper.

"Master, miss, miss, she's ill."

"what?"

When Yang Yanhe heard that his beloved daughter was sick, he put down the brush in his hand and turned around and asked, "Why didn't you report it earlier?"

The housekeeper said, "In my words, I saw the young lady go to the back garden this morning. During lunch, I heard from a few girls that the young lady was ill."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yanhe knew that things were not good.

If I asked the housekeeper carefully, he just couldn't say anything, so Yang Yan and himself were the only ones to visit.

Yang's backyard.

"You all go down!"

Yang Yanhe ordered everyone to leave and asked again and again. In the end, the girl's maid was called over and asked.

"Tell me what happened."

Your maid knelt on the ground and didn't dare to hide it, so she could only answer timidly: "Lord, since the last time I saw a portrait in the market, Miss, I haven't thought about tea or drink. I don't know why today, Suddenly fell ill."

Yang Yanhe understood as soon as he heard it.

Women's colleges are useless, don't look at their girls who are always arrogant on weekdays, and now that they are at the age of leaving the cabinet, they must be the son of a certain family.

This is a good thing!

But Yang Yanhe didn't understand, why did good things fall ill?

At this time, Yang Yanhe's eldest son, Yang Shen, came in.

Seeing Yang Shen, Yang Yanhe said, "Yan'er, you already have a place in your heart."

Yang Shen nodded.

"Although the marriage is a major event, parents are the masters. Since my sister has a heart, she really likes it, so she should go."

"Which son is it? However, no matter which son it is, I allow it!"

Yang Shen persuaded: "Father, you may not be the master of this matter!"

"Hahaha, it's just a joke, the huge capital, and my Yang Yan and people who can't be the master?"

"Tell me, which son is it? Let's see if I can be the master for my father?"

"It's not someone else, it's just today."

"what?"

Hearing this, Yang Yanhe almost fell to the ground.

"Ugh!"

Yang Shen sighed deeply.

Yang Yanhe turned to ask the maid again, and sure enough, none of the maids dared to hide the truth, and told all about the fact that a wandering scholar sold the portrait of the emperor at a high price, and even went to the study to take out the portrait of the emperor.

Yang Yanhe took the portrait and looked at it, and it really was like today.

"Master, there is another one in the study of Miss. It was painted before this portrait."

"Get it from me quickly."

Your maid walked to Yang Yan's study and brought over an old painting.

Yang Yanhe opened it and saw that it was also a portrait of the present day.

"Alas! I can't believe that there are such strange things in the world."

The maid didn't know what Yang Yanhe was talking about, so she caught Yang Yanhe's words and said, "Master may not know something, there are even stranger things than this!"

Yang Yanhe's eyes lit up and suddenly asked, "What did you say? What strange thing?"

Your maid said: "It's like this, that afternoon, a Taoist nun came to Baiyunguan and said that Miss..."

The maid suddenly stopped talking.

Yang Yanhe suddenly raised his ears to listen carefully, but the maid did not speak.

"Speak! What did you say!!"

Yang Yanhe was a little angry, and there were people who shut up halfway through what they said, and they were so angry.

The maid stammered, as if she knew that she had said the wrong thing, or that she had missed her mouth, and should not have said these words.

However, the master has already listened to it, and if she is going to force her to say it, then she can't hide it.

"The Taoist nun said that the lady has the face of a queen!"

"shut up!"

When Yang Yanhe heard this, his expression changed greatly, and a panicked voice seemed to come out of his throat.

"This is disrespectful, how can you say it at will?"

"As soon as you say this, it will bring disaster to the Yang family."

"And this is a little trick of the people. How can this kind of thing, especially the marriage of Your Majesty, be calculated by those individuals?"

Yang Yanhe angrily scolded the maid, who had long been terrified and shivered in the corner.

It took a long time for the old man to say: "Master, I know this, but I saw that the young lady was really moved, she didn't drink tea, she didn't think about food, but when I heard that the queen mother made a decree, the young lady became sick."

"Damn Linger, Linger shouldn't go get the portrait, woo woo..."

Yang Yanhe reprimanded a few words, but the maid huddled in the corner and started crying...