In the city of Nanjing in August, there was not a drop of rain for several days, and it was so hot that people couldn't breathe.

In such weather, walking out in official clothes is not to mention how uncomfortable it feels.

Emperor Tai-Zugao stipulated that if there is no rain, officials are not allowed to hold umbrellas.

Not allowed in the city, and even more so in the palace.

Under the scorching sun, Meng walked to the Wenhua Palace, and sweat quickly soaked through his middle clothes. glanced at the Han generals on duty, and admiration arose. A suit made him unbearable hot, dozens of pounds of armor on his body, standing in the sun with his head held high, really mighty, but also really guilty.

When he arrived at the Wenhua Palace, Meng's face was flushed, sweat slid down his cheeks, his crimson official clothes, and his back was dark.

The eunuch who was waiting outside the warm pavilion bowed down and pushed open the closed door.

A cool breeze blew slowly, Meng instantly lifted his spirits, and walked into the room, as if he was alive again.

In the warm pavilion, four ice basins were placed in the corners, and seven or eight eunuchs took turns shaking wooden fans. As the fan blades rotated, the cool breeze continued to drive away the heat, and the inside and outside of the warm pavilion almost became two worlds.

No wonder it's closing.

With a long sigh of relief, it was no longer as hot as before, and the irritable mood gradually calmed down.

"Less insurance."

Zhu Zhanyan, dressed in a red suit, was studying the model of the treasure ship on the table, and when he saw Meng, he immediately got up to say hello.

"The son is well."

The eunuch sent a towel, Meng wiped his hands and face, but he couldn't change his clothes, so he could only endure it.

Only Zhu Zhanyan was the only one who listened to the lecture today.

The Son of Heaven was about to make a northern tour, and the King of Han and the King of Zhao were ordered to follow and were busy with various preparations. Zhu Zhanji has another course, four large desks placed in two rows, and only a three-headed body sitting attentively listens.

"What you said last time, do you remember it?"

"Yes." Zhu Zhanyan nodded and picked up a book, the words on the cover were very domineering. Turning it open, each page inside is painted with a miniature version of the map, and the map is marked with Fuzhou County, etc., "I have memorized what Shaobao said." ”

This booklet was specially compiled by Meng for Zhu Zhanqi, and the map on the page was drawn by Bingbu Langzhong, and the inscription on the cover was written by the King of Han.

Zhu Gaoxu's wild grass is extremely Zhu Di's true essence, domineering and flamboyant, and not ordinary people can write books.

In other words, quite a test of people's aesthetics.

Meng took out another book, which was also mapped, but the annotation was blank.

"The lower officials are brave and take the test for the world, okay?"

Zhu Zhanyan immediately straightened his small chest, "Please give me advice." ”

Very confident, good!

Meng nodded, although he was not born to teach and educate people, and he was driven to the shelves, but with a student like Zhu Zhanyan, the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment is also extraordinary. He can somewhat understand the mood of Dao Yanqiang's acceptance of disciples.

Feel good about yourself, boasting?

Uncle Meng shook his head, facts speak louder than words, he has this capital.

Flipping to a page at random, Meng asked, "The prince may say that this map is where my Ming is?" ”

"It's Liaodong!" The chubby little hand dotted on the paper, "This is the Liaodong Dusi!" ”

Zhu Zhan's little face was red, his eyes were shining, and he was clearly saying, ask for praise!

"Yes, the son of the world is wise." Meng smiled, and then asked, "Where is this?" ”

"Xuanfu!" Zhu Zhanyan replied quickly, "Father is farming here!" ”

Should "......" be praised? I always felt that something was wrong.

"Less insurance?"

"Ahem!" Meng coughed and turned the page again, "Here, can the prince know?" ”

"Suncheon." Zhu Zhanyan replied faster, "The emperor's grandfather once served here, and he had to move the capital." ”

asked a few questions in succession, and Zhu Zhanyan answered them all.

Between questions and answers, Meng taught Zhu Zhan Yan a lot of geographical knowledge, interspersed with folk tales, which would not make Zhu Zhan Yan boring, let alone bored with learning.

"There are Jurchens in the land of Liaodong, which are divided into many tribes, many of whom are cold-resistant and brave, and are good at riding-shooting-fishing-hunting. After attaching to our dynasty, trade with each other and pay tribute on schedule. The two tiger cubs raised by the prince are Mao Lianwei Jurchen offerings. ”

"The Jurchens are very warlike? How is it better than Uliangha? ”

"The present cannot be compared, but who can say what will come? Like the former Yuan, didn't he also lose at the hands of Emperor Tai-Zugao? The son of the world should know, know himself and know the enemy, and prevent problems before they happen. ”

Meng's voice was gentle, and he patiently answered all the questions raised by Zhu Zhanyan. When he encounters something that can't answer, he won't prevaricate at will, and directly said, "The prince can ask His Royal Highness the King of Han for advice." ”

If Zhu Gaoxu can't answer, he can ask Emperor Yongle for help. Emperor Yongle was stumped, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty could be used as a think tank.

The six heavenly officials, the bachelors of the Hanlin Academy, the Taichang Temple of Dali Temple, and even the Qin Tianjian are all full of talents. Leaving it alone is a complete waste of resources.

"Godfather, please?"

"Yes." Digging a pit for the King of Han to step on, Uncle Meng has no pressure at all, "His Royal Highness the King of Han is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and his talents are extraordinary, and he will definitely be able to solve the doubts of the prince." ”

The father is superb, and Zhu Zhan is faithful.

Erudite ...... Zhu Zhan's big eyes blinked, and Uncle Meng almost broke his work.

Uncle Meng turned his head silently and wiped his sweat, it is a good thing for students to be smart, and if they are too smart, it will give the master a headache.

Halfway through the course, the eunuchs who shook the wooden fans took three shifts.

There was a knock on the door outside the warm pavilion, and several eunuchs sent a whole plate of melons and fruits, saying that it was given by the Son of Heaven to relieve the heat for the prince and Meng Shaobao.

The melons and fruits used by Zhu Zhan were only soaked in cold water, and there was no ice. The porcelain plates sent to Meng were covered with ice, and when they got closer, they could see cold air like smoke floating, and a small drop of water condensed on the edge of the porcelain plate.

Seeing that there was cantaloupe on the plate and a few raisins, Meng asked curiously. The eunuch who sent the melons and fruits immediately replied: "All of them are in the Yili Bari Division." ”

Ili-Bari Division?

Biting a piece of melon, Meng opened the map, and suddenly for a moment, no wonder, the future generation's -new-Xinjiang.

After using up the melon and fruit snacks and resting for a while, Meng began to teach again.

This time, he was no longer talking about maps, but about firearms.

A delicate little fire hammer is lying quietly in the yellow wooden box at the moment. This firearm was made by the Nanjing Military Bureau, and with reference to the drawings sent by the Beijing Military Bureau, some parts have been changed, and it is very close to the structure of the flintlock pistol, and the accuracy is quite good, but it still cannot be fired continuously.

Guns are used in the classroom, and naturally they are not filled with gunpowder. Meng's purpose was not to teach Zhu Zhan the structure of firearms, but to use firearms as an example to draw out the role that hot weapons would play in future history.

"Son, please see."

Meng unfolded a picture of a military exercise, which depicted two armies fighting each other, one side was cavalry, and the other was infantry and cavalry combining firearms and cold weapons. Unless it were possible, he would have wanted to make wooden models. I asked Shen Xuan's opinion, but I dispelled my thoughts, and I could only use pictures to make up the number.

Innovation can be, but not too out of line, subtle is the way to act cautiously.

"What kind of tactics will I use when the officials and troops are in battle, can the prince know?"

Zhu Zhanyan shook his head, at his age, except for Meng, no one would teach this. Even Zhu Di and Zhu Gaoxu never thought of instilling military theory and weapon knowledge into a three-headed body.

"Does the prince still remember the time when the Son of Heaven was in a big competition?"

Zhu Zhanyan nodded.

Opening the wooden box, Meng took out the firecracker, referred to the drill map, took the big competition of the guards as the starting point, and began to explain to Zhu Zhanyan the most basic troop arrangement and firearms knowledge.

Seeing that Zhu Zhanyan listened carefully, Uncle Meng couldn't help but be proud, it was really good to have a warlike grandfather at home!

On military knowledge, it is better than an encyclopedia.

The content of the lecture in the East Warm Pavilion of the Wenhua Hall was quickly placed on the desk of Emperor Yongle.

The map, the firecracker, the drill map, the 26th guard competition. seems to be unrelated, but it was strung together by Meng and taught in the classroom.

After reading all the content, Zhu Di's eyes were full of brilliance.

"Good!"

Feng Meng is the crown prince Shaobao, because he values his own talent, and also has internal considerations in the court and nobles. I didn't want to surprise him so much.

"Bai Yan returned."

"The slave is here."

"King Han and King Zhao have not arrived at the Wenhua Hall today?"

"Back to Your Majesty, the two Highnesses are preparing for the Northern Tour."

"I just said they had grown." Zhu Di knocked on the table, "You go to pass on my message, before the Northern Tour, on the day of Xingningbo's teaching, I will honestly go to Wenhua Hall to sit." ”

"The slave obeys."

Bai Yan agreed, waited for a while, saw no other will issued, and bowed down and withdrew from the hall.

As soon as he went out, the heat - wave - rushed towards him, Bai Yan squinted back, this weather, I am afraid that even the gods will be too hot to stand it.

As we approached the evening, the temperature did not drop.

Outside the city of Nanjing, a fast horse galloped in. Immediately, the knight's face was black and red, and his lips were chapped, and when he came to the city gate, he almost fell headlong to the ground.

The guards hurriedly helped the man off the horse, fed him a few mouthfuls of water, and finally relieved himself.

“…… Express...... ...... locust plague in Qingzhou"

After struggling to spit out a few words, the knight finally fainted.

The emergency report was soon sent to the palace, and thousands of households have been affected by the drought and locust plague in Qingzhou, Shandong. The local government concealed the number of victims, locked the prefecture and county warehouses, and ignored the order of Emperor Zugao to dismiss the loan in the year of apology, which has caused more than 100 victims to die. Shandong patrol according to the imperial history to find out the details, sent a horse into Beijing to play. Several people were lost in the middle of the road, and only Yushi personally arrived in the capital.

"Your Majesty, officials in Qingzhou have set up a name, and they are horizontal-levy-tyrannical. Pick up the abundance and present, sly-auspicious-rui, and say nothing about the suffering of the army and the people...... The great drought and locust plague, the Mintian Juntun grain was not harvested...... The ministers secretly inspected the cangs in the prefecture and county, or filled them with straw, or steamed and rotten...... The people are hungry and have no food, and there is no way to sue them...... Enlighten the saints, investigate corruption and abuse, extinguish locust plagues, and transport grain to help the victims. ”

There are only more than 100 words, the words are like knives, and the pen is bloody.

After reading the last word, Emperor Yongle clenched his fist and smashed it on the imperial case.

Ignoring the orders of the imperial court, not giving relief to the victims, but dispersing them, death still cannot be compensated!

There is no grain in the treasury of Fuzhou County, and it is filled with straw, where does the grain go?

Zhu Di gritted his teeth in anger.

How long has it been since the Shandong-corruption-pollution-big case in the early years of Yongle? The blood on the executioner's knife has not yet completely dried!

Siyi Xianfu, the four seas are flat, the river is clear and the sea is Yan?

With these rats, how can the Ming Dynasty come from thousands of generations!

"Someone! Xuanjin Yiwei commanded Yang Duo to meet him! ”

In August of the sixth year of Yongle, the political envoy of Qingzhou, Shandong Province concealed the occurrence of the locust plague according to the investigation of the envoy's department-corruption-pollution-grain storage. The Son of Heaven was furious, ordered the Jinyi Guard to conduct a thorough investigation, arrested a cadre of officials into Beijing, and ordered the local capital to command the envoy to transfer the officers and troops of the guard to exterminate the locusts.

Some courtiers said that the locusts could not be destroyed, and they were afraid of disaster.

Zhu Di sneered, "I am ordered by the sky, and the people are my bones and blood, and my bones and blood are damaged, how can I turn a blind eye?" Heaven has given me thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, eight wildernesses**, the emperor and the queen of heaven, my words are the mandate of heaven, dare to say that locusts cannot be destroyed! ”

Because of the Qingzhou incident, an official of a province in Shandong was disposed of. Officials were involved in both the household department and the official department, and the period of the Son of Heaven's northern tour was postponed.

Yang Duo personally led people to Shandong, and after returning to the court, he went to the criminal department to sign a driver's card on the same day, and Xu Sien, the left attendant of the arresting department, went to Jinyi Prison.

Three days later, Xu Sien died in prison.

The news confirmed that there was an immediate impeachment of Jinyiwei, indiscriminate, use, punishment, and punishment, and the death of the court official without evidence of guilt. Emperor Yongle threw the impeachment recital in his face, "Drag it down." ”

The gloomy expression made the other officials who were eager to try instantly dumbfounded. The Han general strode into the hall and dragged the official out of the hall with a sudden change in face.

The Son of Heaven is going to kill.

Standing in the queue of military attachés, Meng looked at his nose and nose and heart, and did not say a word.

Xu Sien died unjustly. The gold and silver that had been found out of his house were enough for him to die a hundred times. If you follow the regular procedures, handing over the person to the Dali Temple of the Criminal Department is also the life of beheading and skinning.

Jin Yiwei didn't do this, but directly let him die in the edict.

Yang Duo's reason for doing this, Meng followed the clues and guessed a little.

Xu Shilang and Xie Jin have never broken contact, and there is also secret correspondence with the Ping Palace. The letters found from Xu Shilang's house had to make Zhu Di murderous towards him.

The letters and news found by Jinyiwei cannot be in vain.

Therefore, Xu Shilang must die, die in the edict prison.

In the court, no one impeached Jinyiwei for indiscriminate killing, and the Qingzhou officials who were imprisoned in the edict were destined to not wait for the day when they came out.

After the Qingzhou incident, Emperor Yongle mentioned the northern tour again, ordered the Qintian supervisor to choose an auspicious day, and ordered the Hanlin Yuan of the Ministry of Rites to agree on the ritual of patrolling and proclaiming to the world.

"When I was on my northern tour, I was not allowed to work the people to go out of the city accordingly, and all the roads were supplied from Beijing for the festival, and there was no division to work for the people."

"Your Ministers obey!"

After the early dynasty, Shen Xuan was left by Emperor Yongle to discuss matters, and Meng himself returned to the Guogong Mansion.

Meng Qingyi's household registration has been completed and he is preparing to return to Suncheon. Meng Qingjiang has already set off first, taking the ashes of Meng Guangxiao and Meng Qinghai back to Xingzhou for burial. The hatred is still there, but the deceased is gone, and those who remain must look ahead, take steps, and continue to live.

"Brother Jiu."

Meng knocked on the door of the guest room, and Meng Qingyi was packing up his salute.

If it weren't for the letter from Meng Wang's family, saying that the fifth sister's family affairs had changed, Meng would have wanted to keep him for a while longer, wait for Imperial Doctor Wang to recuperate for him, and then let him return to Shuntian.

"Twelve Lang is down?" When he saw Meng dressed in official clothes, he knew that he had just returned home. Meng Qingyi twisted the handkerchief and handed it to Meng, "It's hot, wipe your face." ”

"Thank you, Brother Nine."

"What do you and my brother say thank you, but it's a life."

Meng smiled, wiped his face, sat down at the table, put a few land deeds on the table, and said, "I purchased these fields, and I can run them after Brother Jiu returns to his hometown." There is also makeup for the fifth sister, and the ninth brother will bring it with him when he sets off. ”

Meng Congjun is a recruit, and Meng Qingyi's reinstatement is still a private household. If it weren't for Meng Guangzhi being posthumously presented as an earl, the household registration could be handled at the local government office, and there was no need to go to Nanjing at all.

Meng Qingyi pushed the title deed back, "Without the reason for the younger brother to buy the family property for the elder brother, the ninth brother can't ask for these lands." ”

"Brother Jiu, don't give it all to the fifth sister." Meng Dao, "Back then, the younger brother promised the third sister and the fifth sister ten miles of red makeup, but now, being an uncle can't break his word." ”

Seeing that Meng Qingyi was about to resign, Meng held Meng Qingyi's hand and said, "Brother Jiu, take it, just treat it as a brother." ”

Meng Qingyi paused, looked at Meng, and finally nodded.

"Okay, I'll take it."

Meng Gang was about to breathe a sigh of relief, and listened to Meng Qingyi again: "These fields should be managed by the ninth brother for the twelve langs." In the future, Twelve Lang will no longer be an official, or if there are other accidents, he will return to his hometown, and there will always be a guarantee for him to have these fields. ”

Got a change and returned to your hometown? Guarantee?

Why did he think that this was not quite right?

Patting his head, Meng suddenly realized that his brother still thought that Grandpa Guo couldn't believe it.

Shouldn't I tell Brother Jiu that he is in charge of Grandpa Guo's family property? Even if there may be an itch of X years in the future, it will be his volume, and the grandfather of the country will leave the house.

Without waiting for the words to speak, the door of the guest room was knocked on again, and Ding Guogong, who was dressed in a red unicorn suit and had a black face, stood at the door, full of anger, obviously hearing something that should not be heard.

Summoning up the courage to look at Shen Xuan, Meng Qingyi stubbornly did not change his words.

For the sake of his brother, he must also be tough.

Meng wanted to cry.

My brother thought of him, and he was moved. can provoke the consequences of Grandpa Guo, which really makes people's backs chill. He began to seriously consider the necessity and feasibility of moving to the West Chamber. If you don't move, the number of days off will hit a record high.

However, Grandpa Guo will let him roll up the cover and move the place?

Referring to past experience, the possibilities are infinitely close to zero.

Wiping away his tears, he better prepare a fake note in advance......

At the end of August of the sixth year of Yongle, the imperial court announced to the world that the Son of Heaven toured north in September.

Soon after, the envoys of the imperial court and the edict enclosing the reward for Mahamu arrived at the headquarters of Warat.

Mahamu was named King of Shunning, and his two younger brothers were named King Xianyi and King Anle respectively.

The envoys of the Ming Dynasty expressed the sincerity of the Yongle Emperor to support Warat, and the grain, tea, cloth and iron tools sent stuck to the eyes of the leaders of the various tribes of Warat. Especially the five hundred iron weapons, almost made the leaders of the various departments fight in front of the envoys.

Reluctantly-pressing-subduing everyone, Mahamu told the envoys of the Ming Dynasty that he understood what the Ming meant and must give Tatar a good look!

"Please angel tell the great son of tomorrow, the minister and Benjamin Arutai do not share the sky!"

Mahamu thought very clearly, the Tatars were destroyed, and it was impossible for the Ming Dynasty to run to the grassland and set up camp. By then, the vacated territory will not be theirs? The only thing to watch out for is Uliangha. It's a big deal that the grassland is divided equally, and then ask Daming for a reward, and the benefits are indispensable.

What lips and teeth are cold, internal contradictions, in the face of rich rewards and possible benefits, are all scum.