Zhu Houzhao, who had been thinking about it for half a night in the sage mode, fell into a deep sleep after the second sage mode.

But before that, he had already made a decision. He didn't know how much shock this decision would bring to the court, let alone what kind of trouble such a decision would bring to him.

However, he is not afraid of trouble, because for now, there is no one in the whole Ming Dynasty and even in the world who is more troublesome than him.

Not to mention the uncivilized primitive tribes in the Americas, their worries are just how to eat their stomachs tomorrow, and which tribe to go to the day after tomorrow to snatch back a few women to inherit the lineage. Even the governors and mayors of the West are just bleeding for the sake of who slept with whom's woman.

Zhu Houzhao's troubles, they don't understand.

After a long sigh, Zhu Houzhao fell asleep. But he seems to have forgotten that there is at least one other person in this world who understands his troubles. The religious fanatics in the desert, the fighting people in the ice field, the sand wolves and grizzly bears have quietly grown in silence, but this is all unknown to Zhu Houzhao.

Early the next morning, Zhu Houzhao put on the most solemn crown and came to the main hall of the court meeting very early. Time passed quietly, and the dark night in the east first turned purple, and then a touch of fish belly white appeared there.

In such an environment of early morning light, the palace gate slowly opened in a burst of shouting, and the ministers of civil and military affairs rushed in.

Zhu Houzhao did not sit where he should be sitting, but stood at the gate of the palace. Perhaps in the eyes of many old ministers, it is very unruly for him to do this, and even if he arrives earlier than the hundred officials, it is not in accordance with the rules.

But Zhu Houzhao didn't care, he wanted to see what kind of changes his courtiers had seen in the changes in the Ming Dynasty in less than ten years.

The east is white, and the hair of the old minister headed by him is even whiter. Under the tide of rapid changes and development of the country, several old men in the cabinet are all exhausted, and they are already fifty or sixty years old, and now they are even more wrinkled, slashing and axe. If it weren't for the red face and beaming with joy, Zhu Houzhao was even worried that this group of old men would dare to lie on the stone steps of white marble in the next second.

Zhu Houzhao is still very happy. The old men are in good health, and a long life is definitely a blessing for him and the Ming Dynasty.

However, what made Zhu Houzhao even more pleased was the young people who followed, all of them with pride on their faces, and that kind of attitude of contempt was exactly the attitude that the creators, witnesses and witnesses of a great era must have.

Thirty years in the east and west of the river. Although the Ming Dynasty is a dynasty that does not accept life and death, whether it is the loss of the Tumubao or the attack on the frontier by the little prince of Inner Mongolia, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty have suffered too many losses. Now, they've finally straightened their backs.

Zhu Houzhao walked down the stone steps and personally helped Yang Tinghe, who was only sixty years old but looked like eighty, into the main hall.

The old Shoufu was excited by the old tears, and his mouth thanked the heavens again and again, thanked the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty for having children, and thanked the emperor Zhu Houzhao for his filial piety and benevolence as the world's teacher.

One is strong, the other is old, and the two tightly supported figures are possessed by golden light under the morning sun, and in the eyes of later people, they have become a model for the blind date of monarchs and ministers.

However, what they don't know is that under such a good scene of kings like the sea and ministers like mountains.

Yang Ting and the old man were not as moved as he appeared.

Wiping away the old tears from the corners of his eyes, Yang Tinghe looked at His Majesty the Emperor who was smiling and groaning, and there was a burst of nervousness in his heart, and he opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you have any plans to violate the ancestral system again?" ”