The palace is empty, and the dragon chair, the imperial case and other objects have long been moved, but despite this, this golden palace still tells people about the past here.

Although, in the eyes of most people, the seemingly glorious past is just a joke.

"This must be the biggest joke in a hundred years."

In a palace that is somewhat similar to the Forbidden City in Beijing, Zhu Mingzhong said with a smile.

"For the sake of selfishness, he did not hesitate to collude with outsiders to cede the land, but in the end, he never thought that the so-called strong reinforcements, even without letting go of a shot, would give up this land, which is really ...... It's ridiculous! ”

"It's all Your Majesty's strategy, and I, Da Ming, will recover the Western Regions without much effort!"

In the sound of everyone's sycophants, Zhu Mingzhong walked to the Slavic table, looking at the chaotic seven officials near the table, no one knew what all this meant, but everyone knew very well that this was precisely the performance of the status of the military higher than that of the civilian official, and the military could be a civilian official after retirement, but what about the civilian official? Always just a civil servant.

Ten years ago, many civilian officials may still be resistant to some, but now, people have long accepted all this, after all, in the early days of the dynasty, military merit is a common thing, but no one knows that the current "military governor into the office" is actually a means of royal division of power.

So he will choose him, Zhu Mingzhong naturally has his considerations, and the most basic starting point is that what he said shows that he is more suitable for this place than others.

Every place has its own peculiarities. This new part of the empire has its own special features.

And Zhu Mingzhong believes that he will not fail himself and the reason why he appointed him as the governor of Xinjiang. He will firmly grasp this land for Daming. and not let outsiders take advantage.

"Your Majesty, there is only one province in the Western Regions, Xinjiang Province, will it be too big?"

After all the ministers left, Gu Zhen looked at His Majesty and reminded softly.

"It's a bit big, indeed."

Zhu Mingzhong nodded slightly, the current Xinjiang is not another Xinjiang, it also includes half of Kazakhstan in the future.

"However, there is no way, after all, this place is sparsely populated, the Qing Dynasty is tyrannical, at that time there was not one hundred people, so vast and sparsely populated, the establishment of two governorates, too wasteful, and inconvenient management, for the time being, only one governorate, when the time is ripe, and then divide it, ten years...... Ten years, that's pretty much it! ”

Decade!

In 10 years, the number of immigrants here should exceed 2 million!

"Ten years, two million real borders, there are fifty years, the northwest will be the same as the northeast, and there will be no difference from the inland provinces of the Ming Dynasty!"

At this time, Zhu Mingzhong's expression looked a little proud, the reason why he was so proud was because everything was in his plan.

The Manchu Qing Dynasty was like a knife in his hand, solving the biggest hidden danger in the northwest for the Ming Dynasty in the future.

Now, the Manchus are useless!

As for Afghanistan, whether it will be possible to solve the problems there in the future. It's all about chance.

It's time to settle the Manchu Qing once and for all!

Thinking of the threat that he had always been unable to let go of in his heart, Zhu Mingzhong hesitated a little.

The Manchus were the problem, and so was the other group of people. That's why he tolerated the Manchus, drove them all the way here, and orchestrated it all.

Now everything is settled. At least in the Western Regions. What was once a problem is no longer a problem. It has become a no-man's land and all the problems have been solved. All that is needed to come here is to settle immigrants from the hinterland, and in a few decades, there will be little difference between this place and the hinterland.

"Maybe one day, this will all end."

On this day, Zhu Mingzhong did not stay in the palace built by the Manchu Qing Dynasty in Dihua City, in fact, the entire Dihua City was empty, this city once had 100,000 people, at this time there were almost no people, only more than 10,000 garrisons. The whole city was empty, like a ghost town.

I am afraid that even the Manchus themselves did not expect that the capital they had painstakingly managed would be so easily returned to the name by the Russians.

"Stealing chickens doesn't make rice."

When leaving Dihua City, Zhu Mingzhong looked at the black hole city. I said to myself in my heart.

"Being smart is mistaken by being smart, and the agency is too smart."

The corners of his lips were lightly raised, and his expression was full of sarcasm. This time, the Manchu Qing can be said to have lost their wives and soldiers. They originally wanted to exchange the ceded land for Russia's intervention and thus marry a strong ally, but they did not think that it was impossible for Russia to fight for the Manchus.

"What kind of Holy Ancestor does this dare to call ......"

Once upon a time, that Kang Mazi was still regarded by Zhu Mingzhong as the biggest threat, but now he doesn't look down on Kang Mazi at all. Not only because of the gap in the national strength of the two sides, but because after so many years of dealing, he clearly understands the shortcomings of the other side. The so-called "Holy Ancestor" is nothing more than the praise of the minions. Now it seems that this is no more than that. Even now, he didn't find out where that pockmarked face was shrewd?

The current Ming and Manchu Qing are not opponents of the same magnitude at all.

The advantages in all aspects made Zhu Mingzhong naturally look down on this former enemy of life and death. The Manchus were no longer worthy of being the mortal enemy of the Ming Dynasty. If you want to, you can eliminate it from this world completely.

Directly lived in a tent outside the city, outside the tent, he ordered people to kill hundreds of sheep, skewered meat skewers with red willow, and barbecued meat on the spot to enjoy this primitive barbecue with the soldiers, this night, the soldiers in the barracks looked extremely cheerful, as for Zhu Mingzhong himself, although he seemed happy, but there was still a trace of worry in his eyebrows.

Why are you so worried?

Even Zhu Mingzhong himself couldn't figure it out.

The current Ming Dynasty is obviously the most vast and powerful country in the world, but why is there still so much worry?

Even, this worry is unfounded.

Will the Northwest be as stable as the mainland in the future?

In the future, will it become a potential threat to the instability of the Empire?

There should be no problem here!

After all, there will be no difference between this and the mainland in the future. But...... What about Afghanistan? What about Persia? In the future, will Daming get involved there?

So much so that the entire Middle East, after all, now that the Ming Dynasty has hit here, will the pace of the Ming Dynasty's expansion stop?

Silently pondering, Zhu Mingzhong had no answer in his heart, it was impossible for him to stop the expansion of the Ming Dynasty, especially under the premise that the Ming Dynasty as a whole tended to expand, if no one could stop the pace of expansion.

"Father."

The shouts around him made Zhu Mingzhong look back at his son, Zhu Heyan, among the twenty-six sons, he was the ninth oldest, and in his plan, the old nine would be the future emperor of the Byzantine Empire.

Sixteen-year-old Zhu Heqi walked to his father's side and said with a smile.

"From here, a few thousand miles to the west, it should be Constantinople!"

He did not call it Istanbul, but used its old name, after all, as the future emperor of the Byzantine Empire, he had to be correct in some respects.

"Hmm."

Zhu Mingzhong nodded, and then said.

"In the Tang Dynasty, we called it the ...... of the country of Fula"

Listening to his father's introduction to that distant country, Zhu Heyan just stood there silently, and it was not until the end that he spoke.

"Father, since the country is no longer there, and the ministers are there, how should they restore the old appearance there, after all, ......"

After a moment of silence, Zhu Heqi said again.

"After all, everything there belongs to another country."

"Father will help you, it is easy to take Constantinople, the real difficulty is how to consolidate the rule there, after all, ......"

Thinking of the various problems faced by the future Byzantine Empire, Zhu Mingzhong suddenly said with a smile.

"There are no problems, those problems on the ground, when the time comes, there will naturally be Byzantine officials who understand the local environment to advise you. As for the rest, there will be no problem......"

Suddenly, Zhu Mingzhong figured it out, what could be the problem?

When the Byzantine Empire re-emerged between Europe and Asia, what would the future look like?

I'm afraid only God knows!

As for whether God will bless the Byzantine Empire, he does not know, but it is certain that even if the future Byzantine Empire still has an Orthodox Christian. As long as the daimyo was his backing, the Byzantine Empire would inevitably stand between Eurasia. Become the bridgehead of the Ming Dynasty in Europe.

"They can't help you solve some problems during the interview, and my father will do everything possible to solve some problems for you. Some internal hidden dangers. These dangers must be removed......"

Turning his head to look at his son. Zhu Mingzhong said with a smile.

"How's it going, are you relieved now?"