Da Ming is messed up!

This is the feeling of the officials in the court of the Ming Dynasty, of course, it is not that the world is in chaos, but that the court is in chaos, because His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also took action. Things are very simple, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to assess the generals in the current Beijing camp from the plastic camp, and those who are qualified will stay, and those who are not qualified will all get out, in the eyes of the courtiers, the unqualified ones are out of the box.

Although you can go to the martial arts academy to study, but when you finish your training, there is still a place for you in Jingying? I don't know where to go when the time comes!

The nobles are not stupid, so they naturally know what this means, so many people resigned the next day, and they were basically generals of the Beijing camp. This is a feeling that I can't do it anymore, and it is better to go by myself if I am laid off, of course, there is also a sense of coercion in this, and I want to ask Zhu Youzhang, the emperor, to make decisions for myself.

Zhu Youzhu looked at the twists and turns in front of him, and said to He Neng who was standing beside him expressionlessly: "All the twists and turns in the Beijing camp will be sent to the prince's side." ”

He Neng was stunned when he heard this, the expression on his face was very surprised, Your Majesty is making a statement? And so resolutely? These twists and turns were sent to the prince, so wouldn't it be tossed by His Royal Highness the Prince? He Neng was shocked, His Majesty was really at ease with His Royal Highness the Prince, it seemed that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was really powerful.

Glancing at He Neng, Zhu Youzhu said expressionlessly: "What? Do you have something to say? ”

As soon as he heard Zhu Youjiao's words, He Neng suddenly became excited, and hurriedly said: "The slave and maid don't dare, the slave and maid will immediately arrange for people to select all the folds." So saying, he went to greet someone.

This news naturally couldn't be hidden, and the news spread in an instant, and His Majesty sent all the twists and turns of the Beijing camp to the prince, which was naturally a big uproar in the court, and at the same time caused panic among countless people. For example, those nobles who have been on the fold, and the civil officials are worried while watching the excitement. The emperor doesn't trust the prince, they are worried, the emperor trusts the prince, they are still worried, too much!

Zhu Youzhu is not worried about this at all, worried about his son's rebellion? Don't make a fuss, there's no reason for the prince to go back and rebel? Hungry? Is it just to be the emperor a few years earlier?

If Li Yuan only has one son, Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, you see if he rebels or not, just wait, what to do if he rebels, now it is also a truth. Besides, even if Jingying is the son in command, how many people are willing to rebel with the prince, it is infamous through the ages, and at the same time, Zhu Youzhu also believes in his son.

"It's thundering, it's going to rain!" Zhu Youzhu looked at the gloomy sky outside, and said softly, as if he had thought of something, Zhu Youzhu turned around and said, "Go and tell the queen that I want to eat hot pot at night, so let the queen prepare in advance." ”

"Yes, Emperor!" He Neng agreed and ordered someone to pass the word, looking at Zhu Youzhang's appearance, He Neng knew that the emperor was in a good mood.

British Mansion.

As the top nobleman of the Ming Dynasty and the real power of the military, many people are looking at him this time, waiting for the British public Zhang Mao to make a statement. However, Zhang Mao has been sick in the past few days, and he is seriously ill, and it is said that his life will be short, and he doesn't know if it is true or not, anyway, it is a fog.

At this moment, the British Gong Zhang Mao, who was rumored to be sick and could hang up at any time, was holding chopsticks to the pot, his face was flushed, and he could not see the slightest sign of death. After shabu mutton was put into his mouth, he picked up the golden wine on the table and took a sip, Zhang Mao was in a beautiful mood, eating hot pot on a rainy day, drinking some golden wine, and really enjoying it!

"Grandpa!" At this time, Zhang Mao's grandson Zhang Lun walked in from outside, and when he saw Zhang Mao drinking, Zhang Lun was a little helpless and persuaded him: "Grandpa, let's drink less!" ”

Looking up at his heroic grandson, Zhang Mao smiled and said, "Come, sit, drink with grandpa, but this golden wine can't be given to you, go get what you like to drink." Seeing that Zhang Lun was still holding a stack of things in his hand, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you holding?" ”

"Back to grandpa, it's a greeting post from the porter, and the child wants to take a look." Zhang Lun hurriedly replied.

"Look at what those things are doing!" Zhang Mao waved his hand and said impatiently: "Come and sit, have a few drinks with grandpa, and have a chat." When Zhang Lun sat down, the waiter also brought the wine, it was impossible to drink the golden wine, this golden wine was Zhang Mao's heart. Produced by Qiwei Zhai, specially created for the elderly, soft and mellow, not only will not cause harm to the body when drunk, but also has the miraculous effect of prolonging life when drunk all year round, and is deeply loved by the noble and rich.

Of course, the output of this thing is low, and many times you can't buy it even if you have money and status, so Zhang Mao has to save this bit of wine until next year, when the golden wine is sold, he has to save a little.

Zhang Lun naturally knew that he still bought this wine, the price, tsk, now that I think about Zhang Lun, it hurts, if it weren't for the family's income in the past few years, I really can't afford to drink such a good wine. poured himself a glass of wine, Zhang Lun drank naturally not golden wine, it was also produced by Qiwei Zhai at that time, named Fenghua, and I don't know why it came up with such a name.

According to the gossip inside the Strange Zhai, this is the most suitable wine for young people to drink, and it is taken from the peerless elegance.

Zhang Lun was not interested in the name of the wine, but this wine was really good, and he raised the wine glass and said to Zhang Mao: "Grandson toasts grandpa!" ”

Zhang Mao immediately smiled, this grandson is his pride, his son is not in good health, he may not be able to live by himself, this family business is his grandson's sooner or later, so Zhang Mao has spared no effort in cultivating his grandson over the years. Looking at his grandson, Zhang Mao said with a smile: "The things over there in the martial arts academy have all been taken care of?" ”

"It's done!" Zhang Lun nodded: "Now I am waiting for the award, my grandson has excellent grades and is rated as a special class, and he should be able to award thousands of households." ”

Listening to Zhang Lun's words, Zhang Mao was even happier, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, okay!" ”

In the past, Zhang Mao definitely didn't look down on a thousand household officials, his grandson, the heir of the dignified Ming British Duke, how could a thousand households be satisfied? But this time is different, this time it is all earned by his grandson's ability. The special class of the first phase of the Daming Martial Arts Academy, where to put it, is proud. Glancing at his grandson, Zhang Mao opened his mouth and asked, "This time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince purged the Beijing camp, what do you think?" ”

Zhang Lun didn't expect his grandfather to ask this, and said with a little hesitation: "The child is in favor, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince does this, okay!" ”

Zhang Mao was slightly stunned, then nodded, put down the wine glass in his hand, and then raised his head to look at his grandson and said, "Okay, since you said it was good, then talk about it, how it is good, where is it good!" ”

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