"At the beginning of man, nature is good and ......"

When the milky children's voice sounded in the study, looking at his son who was reciting the three-character scripture, Zhu Yijun had a faint smile on his face.

Although his son is only two months old, he can already recite a few sentences of "Three Character Classic", which makes Zhu Yijun feel very pleased and full of expectations for his son.

"The most important responsibility of an emperor is to cultivate a qualified heir for the world! Otherwise, we can't sustain the ...... of the world."

Even now, Zhu Yijun can still remember the congratulatory gift sent by Shi Yiwen from Nanjing when his son was born.

"Under the sun and the moon are all kings!"

These seven words have been imprinted in Zhu Yijun's heart since that day, but he also knows very well that this is not something he can achieve, and he also needs his sons, grandsons, and great-grandchildren to realize it from generation to generation of emperors after him, and this also means that the Ming Dynasty must produce Ming Jun from generation to generation to have this possibility.

And his son is the foundation of the future Ming Dynasty.

Just when Zhu Yijun was listening to his son reciting the "Three Character Sutra", he suddenly saw an attendant come in to report that it was the first assistant Zhang Juzheng who urgently asked to see him. Zhu Yijun straightened up all of a sudden, and asked:

"What, Mr. Zhang, where is he?"

"He's waiting at the gate of the Huiji."

"Is he well?"

Zhang Juzheng has been sick at home for a while, although Zhu Yijun, who is getting older, has a deep desire for pro-government in his heart, but as reason, he tells him that he needs the first assistant and auxiliary government.

"No, I heard that he was half-lying in a sedan chair, and it was difficult to get out of the sedan chair."

"Please, go to the platform, no, the platform is too far, I'm afraid Mr. Zhang can't walk, just go to the silence room of the Wenhua Palace."

Zhu Yijun said that, he asked the guest to follow him, and hurriedly came to the Gongmo room. As soon as Zhu Yijun sat down, he saw the shoulder of a person carried by two people stop at the door of the Gongmo room. The two eunuchs on duty stepped forward and helped Zhang Juzheng down from his shoulders. Because sedan chairs were not allowed in the palace, under Feng Bao's arrangement, Zhang Juzheng transferred to two people from the inner court to carry their shoulders. Seeing that he was walking hard, Zhu Yijun hurriedly got up and helped Zhang Juzheng in at the door.

"Mr. Zhang, why did you come here in person, if there is anything, just let someone report me."

A while ago, Zhang Juzheng listened to the emperor's advice and went home to recuperate for more than half a month, but his condition has not improved. plus an important chapter, he still has to vote for it personally, and the habit of being the first assistant in the past ten years cannot be changed for a while. Although he is seriously ill, he still can't rest assured about the big and small things in the court, even if he is lying on the hospital bed, he still has to deal with official business every day, as few as a few, as many as a dozen. In the past, he was on duty in the cabinet, and in case of trouble, he could write a post to the emperor at any time to ask for a meeting and communicate in person. Since the illness, it is not easy for the two monarchs and ministers to meet, and even if they have different opinions on the handling of some things, they can only rely on letters and people to express themselves. Discussing like this, Zhu Yijun and Zhang Juzheng both felt deeply inconvenienced.

Let's just say that this time, not only the nine-sided training of the new army is tied to his mind, but what is more worrying is the military household, although the military household is the ancestral system of the Ming Dynasty, but the military household guard is useless, but it is also a fact, so from two years ago, after the monopoly of power, Zhang Juzheng ordered Qi Jiguang to train the nine-sided new army, which naturally caused a series of problems, such as the placement of military households, fortunately, because the imperial court sealed the country of Nanyang, the kings were allowed to restore the three guards, and the leading households went to Nanyang to go to the country, but also made a living for many ordinary military households, after all, The military families here have been exploited by the officials of the guard for many years, and many of them are more willing to follow the kings to start a new life in the south of the country than as tenant farmers.

However, in this way, the officers of the guard were extremely dissatisfied, especially as hundreds of thousands of military households followed the Seven Kings to Nanyang, and the officers of the guard who had lost their "tenant farmers" naturally complained, and there was already a lot of chaos in this period. In this regard, Zhang Juzheng could only support his sick body and deal with this matter personally. But last night, I was busy until dawn, and I finally squinted for a while, but I had a nightmare again, dreaming that the streets and alleys of the capital were full of officers and soldiers dancing with guns and sticks, and he was only shocked by a cold sweat.

Although he knew that this was just a nightmare, and in the past two years, with the "One Whip Law" and the surge in income from the improvement of the salt law and the banknotes, with sufficient financial support, the new army of 250,000 firearms had been trained in the nine sides, and there would be no chaos on the side of the guard, but who dared to guarantee it?

For this reason, even though his legs were sore and weak, Zhang Juzheng still struggled to get up, wash as usual, dress neatly, and let his family prepare a sedan chair to go to the Forbidden City. In his view, if the problem of the health center is not properly handled, it will leave hidden dangers and leave a legacy in the future. He was worried that he would not be able to explain the previous article, so he decided to come in person.

For more than half a month, this is the first time Zhang Juzheng has seen Zhu Yijun. As soon as he entered the room of respect, he struggled to pay homage to the emperor. Zhu Yijun couldn't help it, so he had to accept the salute, and then personally carried Zhang Juzheng to the chair and sat down. At first glance, Zhu Yijun, who saw him haggard and sickly, and had deep feelings for him, was immediately greatly stimulated, and his eyes couldn't help but roll down tears, and said:

"Mr. Zhang, you are so sick, why do you bother to enter the palace."

Although his body was sore and weak, Zhang Juzheng still tried to straighten his waist and replied:

"I haven't seen the emperor for almost half a month, and the minister misses it very much. It just so happened that there was an important matter to be presented to the emperor in person, so I entered the palace without an appointment today. Abruptly, please forgive the emperor......"

Zhu Yijun originally wanted to say a few more words of greeting to express his condolences, but when he saw Zhang Juzheng's uncomfortable appearance, he had to quickly ask:

"What does Zhang Wusheng have to play?"

Zhang Juzheng said.

"It's still the matter of the officer of the guard, presumably the emperor already knows."

Zhu Yijun nodded, and then said:

"In the past two years, the Seven Kingdoms have been in the country, and there are 300,000 soldiers who have followed the king south, and the remaining military households of my Ming Dynasty are only 400,000......

Unlike consulting Zhang Juzheng in the past, Zhu Yijun now has his views on government affairs.

"Your Majesty, it is okay to transfer a new army to strengthen the hinterland, but in the eyes of the ministers, the failure of the guards is nothing more than because the guards are scattered, resulting in the loss of their interests, as for the so-called appearance of thieves, even if there are no thieves, they can also raise their own respect, so as not to go to Nanyang ......"

"Raise your own respect, they dare!"

Zhu Yijun's face sank, and he shouted:

"Why wouldn't they?"

Zhang Juzheng pondered for a moment, and then said.

"What would they not dare!"