Seeing that he was about to return, the Emperor of the Apocalypse in the palace had a new idea.

Countless horsemen spread from Nanjing City to all directions in the provinces south of the Yangtze River, but it was Zhu Youxiao who summoned people one by one.

At first, he still faced the saint alone, and later he simply faced the saint together with officials from several places, as for what Zhu Youxiao said to them.

After these people came out, they were all secretive, and for a time, there was an upsurge of mutual testing and discussion in the officialdom of various parts of the Yangtze River.

It is said that the people who met with the Emperor of the Apocalypse this time were involved everywhere, from the dignitaries of the court, to the local real power and civil and military, to some powerful landlords and business tycoons.

The accompanying ministers of military aircraft, cabinet ministers, and the nine ministers of the six ministries were not spared, and the local princes and nobles in Nanjing, as well as the military generals who commanded the guards, were also appointed with important tasks.

All the governors, science and roads, and even the general judgment and military equipment of the state capital, all those who can be called, Zhu Youxiao has seen them all.

This is not over, after setting off a storm in the officialdom, Zhu Youxiao continued to order Ti to ride out and call the face saint.

This time, it is the officials who will go to the Counsellor's Aircraft Institute.

The main officials who went up to the Privy Council, as well as the officials such as the experience, the general judge, and the governor, and the internal supervisors, nobles, and the leaders of the Jinyi Guards who went down to the third room, were all called in separately and talked for a while.

Immediately afterwards, the decree came out non-stop in the palace.

However, it was the imperial steward's brand Wang Chaofu, who sent internal supervisors to Fujian, Zhejiang and other coastal provinces, with holy decrees and silver cloths, to reward the governors and military generals of the guards in various places, and win the hearts of the people.

After meeting these bigwigs from the political, military, and business worlds, after beating and motivating them, Zhu Youxiao set his sights on the influential scholars and sages, landscape painters, and calligraphers among the people.

Zhu Youxiao called these so-called "big men" to the Anding Hall alone, discussed Cheng Zhu Lixue with them, exchanged calligraphy and paintings, and discussed the experience of governing the world.

In between, everyone discovered the Emperor of the Apocalypse's preference for Wang Shouren's heart to learn the law of governing the world.

After a lot of upside down, the folk language is feifei.

Anyone who has met with the Emperor of the Apocalypse alone, after returning home, all praise him, and even some famous artists, citing scriptures and classics, create famous works.

Even the handsome portrait of the Emperor of the Apocalypse has been lost to the people, and the people are vying to see it.

Some people spend a lot of money on it, and some people hang it in their homes, watch it day and night, talk to people, talk to people, these are all things that are happening.

In the past, the Donglin Party's rumors that the Emperor of the Apocalypse was illiterate, and that even the reading of the Song Shu needed to be read by the internal supervisor, and the so-called rumors that the southern tour was only for sightseeing were all self-defeating.

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On the Anding Hall of the Imperial Palace, Zhu Xu was lying on a chair, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling, and he was holding a secret piece tightly in his hand, as if he was holding back his anger.

He originally thought that Xu Wenjue was just a descendant of a noble who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he was no different from Zhao Zhilong's nobles who had been reduced to the Qing Dynasty in history.

But he still underestimated this Duke of Wei who could dominate the hall of the Southern Ming Dynasty.

killed his father and mother, and then talked and laughed freely, if he really handed over the military power of the third noble battalion to him, Nanjing might be in chaos again!

No, you must be him before you go!

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhu Youxiao's mouth slowly curled a little.

Sometimes, the emperor does not need to resort to the three legal divisions and the so-called formal judicial process to achieve his goal.

Hold the sword of the Son of Heaven in your hand, and you will not be a minister!

At this time, he represents the law that cannot be ignored!

After a while, Zhu Youxiao let out a muffled snort in his nose and said, "Chaofu, leave this matter to Tian Ergeng's superintendent to do." ”

Wang Chaofu was shocked, and quietly handed over a cup of tea:

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the Governor of Tiandu will do it very neatly."

Zhu Youxiao snorted lightly and sighed:

"Tell me, how can there be such a person in the world, doesn't he have a heart and lungs, and licks his face to ask me for military power?"

"Xu Hongji and Zhang, they died unjustly."

Wang Chaofu's expression darkened, and he said:

"Back to Your Majesty, there are more people in the world than those who don't have long hearts and lungs."

"It's also..."

Zhu Youxiao was noncommittal, and suddenly asked:

"After Tian Ergeng finishes this, he will be transferred to the Fusi of Jingshi North Town."

"As for the knighthood..."

Zhu Youxiao thought about it again and again, and then said:

"Xu Hongji didn't do anything wrong, Xu Wenjue's sins can't be counted on his head, the Duke of Wei can't be abolished, but he can't let people attack the knighthood next year."

"Tell me, Xu Hongji's remaining two sons, who is the best."

Wang Chaofu was thinking that Tian Ergeng would be happy when he heard the news, and he didn't know how happy he would be, so he sighed again when he heard the words, and told the emperor the truth in his heart.

"Master, Zhao Xian, the second son of the Xu family, should have been knighted."

"But this Zhao Xian is also an out-and-out gentleman, and the slave maid heard someone say a few days ago that he robbed the daughter of a farmer to the house."

"How's the guy?"

Zhu Youxiao looked sideways and paid a little attention.

Wang Chaofu's face was embarrassed, and he hesitated for a while before saying:

"No news, I'm afraid I'll die in the Duke of Wei's mansion, this is the fourth of this month."

Zhu Youxiao's expression froze there, his tone was angry, and he said coldly: "Spread the decree to the Zongren Mansion, depose Zhao Xian as a concubine, exile him on the street, and hand it over to the people of Nanjing for disposal." ”

"What about Zhao Ping'an, I heard that he has gone to the Xungui camp to train with the recruits, how is this person?"

Wang Chaofu replied:

"Zhao Ping'an is reasonable, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but... He was born to a concubine, and there is no precedent in this dynasty for the son of a concubine to take the title..."

"It's been since then!"

Zhu Youxiao didn't hesitate and said:

"The Zongren Mansion is responsible for supervision, if there is no big fault and he is asked to attack the Duke of Wei in three years, the Zongren should also take care of the noble sons and daughters of Jiangnan who are corrupt and pervert the law."

"Your Majesty Shengming ——!"

The dynasty Fushan shouted and kowtowed.

After dealing with many aftermath matters, Zhu Youxiao breathed a sigh of relief, fell softly on the chair, his eyes were rippling, and he read softly:

"If I had my parents alive, it would be fine."

"This Xu Wenjue, it's really damned..."

Wang Chaofu didn't speak, he naturally didn't understand the worries of Zhu Youxiao, a modern traveler, who hadn't seen his biological parents for three years.

After a long silence in the Anding Palace, Zhu Youxiao turned his head to look at the saber hanging on the wall, raised his eyebrows, and asked with great interest:

"Dancing Sword, will you?"

Wang Chaofu nodded, got his approval, bowed down and took off his sword, that is, he danced on the Anding Palace, and made a song of white rainbow through the sun.

Zhu Youxiao got up, sat on the imperial steps, propped his hands behind his back, looked at it with interest, and said for a long time: "I only heard Wei Zhongxian say that you are clever, but I don't want to be able to dance a sword." ”

"Y-What else would you?"

Wang Chaofu came back to his senses and saw the Emperor of the Apocalypse sitting on the ground waving to him, so he stopped his body and put away his sword and said: "Before the slave maid entered the celebrant prison, she had the grace of the first emperor, and went to the inner study to learn two hands, which is considered to be a rough understanding of literature and ink. ”

Zhu Youxiao thought for a while and said:

"Then you can write four characters to the queen, and I can show it to her when I return to Beijing."

Wang Chaofu knew it in his heart, but the emperor remembered the queen of the middle palace, and he took the pen and ink from the inner supervisor, and sprinkled it.

After a while, Zhu Youxiao looked at the words in front of him and teased:

"Gentle and gentle..."

"You, a dead eunuch who went to the inner study for two days to study, write no worse than those ministers who read poetry and books."

"I kept this word for me, and when I went back, I said that I wrote it for the queen and sent it to the middle palace."

Wang Chaofu's smile was more ugly than crying, as if he was silently accusing the Emperor of the Apocalypse of moving flowers and trees, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.