Rule the Ming Dynasty Alone

As night falls, the Qianqing Palace is brightly lit.

After Zhu Youtang took a shower, he went to Dongnuang Pavilion to handle intelligence from various places as usual. At this time, he must be inseparable from Wang Zhi's "diary".

According to Wang Zhi's latest secret information, he is now on his way to Liu Daxia's hometown. Presumably, Annan's files will soon be revealed.

The Annan file can be said to be Zhang Fu's game guide for "beating" Annan four times. In addition, it contains many practical records, etc., so it has high military intelligence value.

Although with the current military capabilities of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty can actually win the Li Dynasty with or without the "strategy" from Zhang Fu, but this is actually related to the war casualty data.

Zhu Youtang couldn't help but laugh when he thought that the Southwest Files had fallen into Liu Daxia's hands.

Who would have thought that such an important national-level information would be dared to be taken over by a small fifth-level military officer from the Chariot and Driving Department, and even be safe.

A wisp of green smoke curled up, and the entire Dongnuan Pavilion was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

Zhu Youtang continued to read the intelligence from the two capitals and thirteen provinces. The Jiubian area was the area he was most concerned about. After all, he had to guard against the powerful enemy Mongolia.

It turned out that he was actually worrying too much.

Now he has controlled Iksina in the palace as his northern concubine, and the Mongolian mission continues to stay in the capital, maintaining a peaceful scene on all sides.

If he hadn't delayed those eight Shanxi businessmen a little harshly, and with the profit-seeking attributes of businessmen, they might have already rushed to the prairie with iron pots and other commodities.

For some unscrupulous merchants, it is actually necessary to kill them more often, so that the merchants on the border of the Ming Dynasty can be more obedient, so that they can better kill foreigners.

According to the latest news, the price of iron pots in Mongolia has soared to 20 yuan a piece, which is ten times the price in the capital. It is no wonder that Mongolia is begging itself to allow iron pots to join the mutual market.

Zhu Youtang was very satisfied with the current stability of Jiubian, but when he saw the information that Wang Yue had killed Yang Tinghe, he suddenly felt surprised.

If history does not change, Yang Tinghe will become the leader of the civil servant group in the future. Although he has not made any political achievements, he still represents the gentry class and even controlled the fate of the country for a time.

Such a historically influential figure died tragically under Wang Yue's sword.

However, this result seems to be reasonable. If Yang Tinghe really becomes the first assistant, he may be a politician who can coordinate the relations between all parties, but he may not be qualified to manage a granary.

Many famous poets in the Ming Dynasty were usually good at political struggles due to lack of local experience and other reasons, but they were never "pragmatic".

Regardless of the reputation of many officials in later generations, many people have great principles one after another, but if you want to look through their achievements, you can't find them even with a magnifying glass.

As shown in a certain sketch, how many things have you done? Five pieces, then you can lend me two.

Zhu Youtang actually believed that Yang Tinghe would not be greedy, but Yang Tinghe did not regret his death.

Taking care of a grain depot seems to be a very simple task, but Yang Tinghe has no idea that he is no longer a pie sharer among the core members of the capital, but has become an insignificant local pie keeper.

After all, that granary is a coveted profit. Even if the local magistrate doesn't care about it, I'm afraid those slick little officials will try their best to steal it.

Zhu Youtang had been sitting in front of the case, reading the information, and occasionally making some arrangements, so he solemnly wrote down a new appointment: "Eunuch Qin Conggui of the East Factory went to Nanjing to serve as the eunuch of Nanjing."

Since Wang Zhi had already served as the eunuch of the Southwest Supervisory Army, not only had the Nanjing garrison been vacant for too long, but he also needed the eyes of Nanjing Zhili.

Now that he has decided to focus on cultivating Qin Conggui, let Qin Conggui get more experience and become his eyes in Nanjing.

A bright full moon hung high in the sky, and the entire courtyard of Qianqing Palace seemed like mercury pouring down the ground. The sky and the earth were as bright as day.

To the west of Qianqing Palace, a new pavilion was built at some time.

Since there is a slight evening breeze tonight, and it is a good time to admire the moon, a pretty woman is sitting here, enjoying tea and cakes in front of the stone table.

Iksi has a cute and beautiful oval face, fair skin, and big and lively eyes.

Since she has become a married woman, her hairstyle has changed a lot. She wears the standard clothes of a Ming Dynasty imperial concubine, and she looks like a beautiful imperial concubine with a Mongolian style.

Meow!

A small tabby cat ran past here and meowed obediently to Ixxi.

Ixi liked the little cat very much, so he gave it some cakes. After eating the cakes, the cat ran back to the short house over there.

Not long after, a slight sound of footsteps came from the east.

Yikesi turned his head and looked over. He was about to wait for Zhu Youtang to come over, but remembering the etiquette he had learned in the palace earlier, he had no choice but to stand up and say: "Your Majesty!"

"Beloved, sit down!" Zhu Youtang looked at this beautiful and potentially beautiful Mongolian girl, and raised his hand with a sense of regret in his heart.

Yi Kexi was about to sit down when she suddenly heard a cough from beside her, which made her look at Guo Yong in confusion. In my impression, this kind of slave cannot make such a big noise.

"Bei Fei, are you homesick?" Zhu Youtang took a seat behind Yixi. He noticed that Yixi's eyes had been falling in the direction of Meng Ting, so he couldn't help asking with concern.

Ixi was stunned for a moment, but then he glanced at the full moon in the northwest and guessed that this was a small misunderstanding, but he still pursed his lips and nodded gently: "A bit!"

Although her father passed away very young, her mother loved her very much since she was a child, and there were many friends in that grassland. It was undoubtedly a wonderful time.

If she had a choice, she really wanted to stay with her mother forever.

It was just a twist of fate that she, a princess from a foreign country, fell into the hands of the monarch of the Ming Dynasty, and now she became the monarch's concubine.

"My beloved concubine, do you hate me in your heart?" Zhu Youtang took the tea cup sent by Guo Yong and asked seriously.

Yi Kexi liked the palace cakes very much. Just when he was about to put a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth, he tilted his neck and asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, why do I hate you?"

"If I hadn't snatched you away, you could live freely in Mongolia, and you could go back to visit your relatives at any time if you wanted!" Zhu Youtang met his woman's eyes and said seriously.

Although he had to forcibly bring this woman into the palace for the benefit of the entire China, he knew in his heart that this approach was very unfair to this woman.

Although what he did was not wrong, he still felt guilty to a certain extent, so he had obviously arranged for Concubine Bei to sleep with her more frequently recently, and he would perform better every night.

Concubine Bei looked at the serious Zhu Youtang and explained with a smile: "Women in our grasslands are always robbed, so there is no resentment against their husbands for robbing them! In fact, I live a good life here, except for occasional You might think about it, the food and accommodation are much better than in Mengting!"

"Although I say that, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you and your mother to see each other again!" Zhu Youtang felt relieved, but still pointed out a fact.

Since Manduhai is the real power figure in Beiyuan, and he needs to control Iksi to contain Manduhai, there is almost no possibility that the mother and daughter will meet.

Concubine Bei's eyes flashed with disappointment, but she looked at Zhu Youtang firmly and said: "I know! It's just that since I'm married to Your Majesty, I can't always think about my mother. This is a common practice in Beiyuan. Inappropriate behavior!”

"If you are bored in the palace, you can often go to the horse farm in Xiyuan to relax!" Zhu Youtang knew that he was worrying too much, so he took a sip of tea and said seriously.

Concubine Bei nodded obediently, then picked up the bowl of cold sour plum soup on the table and drank it happily, finally showing a satisfied expression.

Since the first time she drank sour plum soup in Wanfu, she fell in love with the taste.

In fact, in terms of quality of life, it was much better here than in Beiyuan. The food here in particular gave people the feeling of a dream, and she even felt obsessed with it for a while.

Concubine Bei took a sip of sour plum soup and suddenly raised her lovely face seriously and said, "Your Majesty, I went to Xiyuan today, and I saw you fishing there!"

"Really? Why didn't I see you?" Zhu Youtang gently held the tea cup, but tried hard to recall the scene across the lake and said in confusion.

Concubine Bei nodded seriously, looking a little cunning and said: "I was far away at that time, so you definitely wouldn't notice me, and I also want to see and secretly observe what your majesty is doing!"

Zhu Youtang thought that he had done nothing wrong this afternoon, so he said matter-of-factly: "Didn't you just say that? I am fishing, so of course I have been fishing!"

"I saw that the tea girl is quite beautiful, she seems to be taller than me!" Concubine Bei raised her hand slightly, but said with a hint of jealousy.

Zhu Youtang knew that it was impossible for every woman to share like Fan Jinling, so he drank tea and pretended to be confused: "Our Ming Dynasty is a country of etiquette. Even if the tea girl is taller than you, I can't I’ll help you kill her!”

"Your Majesty is joking again, how could I do such an excessive and cruel thing! Also, as soon as you lift the pole, a fish is caught, just like I saw the jugglers on the street, several times. There were fish soon after I put it down, how did your majesty do it?" Concubine Bei's jealousy was finally dispelled, and she turned to mention another matter with great interest.

The corners of Zhu Youtang's mouth raised slightly, and he asked seriously: "Do you want to learn?"

"My concubine's patience is not good!" Bei Fei was moved, but she was a little worried.

Zhu Youtang could see that Yi Kexi had an active temper, so he nodded firmly and said: "The fish in our Taiye Pond are very easy to catch! When the fish situation becomes overwhelming, I will personally adjust the target for you. I can catch the fish!”

"Okay, I'll teach you how to ride a horse some other time!" Concubine Bei nodded excitedly, seemingly reciprocating the favor.

Zhu Youtang gently put down the tea cup and said with certainty: "I can ride a horse!"

The full moon tonight is so big and bright that the whole sky and earth look like day.

The little tabby cat squatted on the stone pillar of the new pavilion, yawned as if bored, scratched its face with its paws, and then meowed towards the Qianqing Palace to the north.

At this moment, deep in the Qianqing Palace, someone was galloping.

Concubine Bei finally endured everything, as if she had really returned to the prairie, and realized a fact: he really knew how to ride.

Only at the end, Zhu Youtang withdrew.

Some things must be guarded against after all, and the best way to solve them is to elect the queen as soon as possible, and then the queen will take on the sacred mission of cultivating the next generation of leaders in China.

With mornings and evenings rising and falling, mid-August in Beijing is particularly lively.

The sky has not yet lighted up, but candidates from Northern Zhili and the Imperial College are rushing to Shuntian Gongyuan with lanterns in hand. Today, the nine-day and three-session rural examination officially begins.

Although the new dynasty has never said it will implement reforms, some changes are secretly alarming.

The chief examiner of the Shuntian Rural Examination has always been the prime minister trained by the Hanlin Academy. After all, this way the examiner will form a teacher-student relationship with the candidates, which will help the prime minister cultivate his own team.

It's just that this year, Enke's examiner was chosen, not one of the officials of the Hanlin Academy as everyone had guessed, but Song Cheng, Yin of Shuntian Prefecture.

In fact, thoughtful people have gradually realized that although the new dynasty did not promote reforms, all measures were obviously more pragmatic.

Song Cheng, with a serious expression on his dark face, completed the opening ceremony before dawn and led a deputy examiner and four fellow examiners into Shuntian Gongyuan.

After so many years in officialdom, he has also seen clearly the faces of many officials who are good at writing articles. Therefore, this time he will pay more attention to policy making and become a practical person with independent thinking.

In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived.

Huarong County, Yuezhou Prefecture, Huguang, can be said to be a land of plenty due to its rich water resources, and the most prominent one in Huarong County is the Liu Mansion.

The Liu family settled here during the reign of Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty. Their ancestor Liu Bao was originally the capital of the Song Dynasty and has continued to flourish to this day.

The Liu family's main house is located in the east of the county. It was originally just an ordinary house. However, as the Liu family became more and more powerful, it merged with several surrounding houses like a towering tree that continues to grow. The Liu family's old residence.

"Master has returned home, clean up everything!" the middle-aged housekeeper had been busy early in the morning, making arrangements for the dozens of servants in the house.

Call!

A carriage returned from outside the city, and the coachman stopped in front of the Liu Mansion.

Liu Daxia was already an old man in his fifties, with considerable official authority. He was getting off the carriage wearing a simple mourning suit.

His father, Liu Renzhai, served as magistrate of Ruichang County and deputy envoy of Guangxi. Although his official position was not prominent, he was still an official in the same place, so he also built a considerable foundation for the family.

For the sake of his own reputation, Liu Daxia now chooses to live in a house outside Xiaoxia, thus creating a good story of a filial son.

Since today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he has not been back for a while, he chose to go back to the city to enjoy the excitement brought by this Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Master Liu, long time no see!"

At this moment, a young man wearing a bullfight uniform came over.