In September, the slightly bleak autumn wind and autumn rain fell on the center of Beijing, the center of the Ming Dynasty, making the ancient city, which had not rained for more than a month, fall into a fog. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the tenth year of today's reign, everything in the Ming Empire seems so calm, everyone has become accustomed to this immutability, and it seems that all this will continue forever.

In the narrow corridor leading to the palace, a eunuch who passed the recital was walking hurriedly, and although the rain above his head was getting heavier, he didn't care about himself at all, but bent down with all his strength, and used his body to block the stack of recitals in his arms, in case they were caught by the rain.

It was only after crossing the corridor and walking up the corridor that the eunuch slowed down, took a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his body, and then carefully examined the stack of swords to make sure they were not wet. Then, he continued to move forward along the corridor, until he came to a side hall next to the Taihe Palace, and then rushed into the rain again, quickly came to the door of the hall, and handed over the pile of newcomers.

Sun Hai took the song from his hand, and subconsciously looked at the top part, and when he saw it, his brows furrowed: "Are you talking about this again?" He glanced at the half-hidden door with some apprehension, and then with a flip of his hand, he pressed the first piece to the end. After doing this, Sun Hai half-bent over and cautiously entered the side hall.

Because the climate is already quite cool, a stove has been built in this side hall, which makes the temperature in the hall much higher than outside. Wanli, who was already a young man, was sitting behind the imperial case, looking at the music in front of him, his appearance was not too big, and he still looked a little fat.

In fact, in the past few years, Wanli has also been thinking about how to make himself look thinner and more energetic. He even asked Yang Zhen for advice on how to exercise, but unfortunately because he was too busy, he couldn't spare much time to exercise every day, which made his body look more bloated as he grew older. This is naturally related to his physique, this kind of fat-prone physique, unless strictly control the diet and exercise frequently, it is impossible to control the weight at all.

Wanli was very envious of Yang Zhen's well-proportioned and sturdy body a few years ago, but now that he is getting fatter and fatter, he is naturally very distressed. After all, no young man wants to be a bloated and sluggish fat man, even if he is the king of a country.

It's a pity that although Wanli is rich and powerful, this natural physical law is not under his control, which has almost become a piece of his heart. But recently, the heart disease that plagued him has changed into another thing - the prince!

Although Wanli himself is only twenty years old, as the Son of Heaven, he will always be remembered about his posthumous affairs, especially when he has a son, the courtiers seem to be more concerned about this, and many people began to make suggestions to him, so that he could set up his eldest son Zhu Changluo as the crown prince as soon as possible, in order to determine the country's foundation.

For this, the courtiers were originally just out of public interest, feeling that this was just acting according to the rules. But no one has ever considered the idea of the Son of Heaven, and Wanli obviously has no such plans.

Just because, this eldest son is neither a son-in-law, nor is he loved by Wanli, but it was just a whim of his previous past, and he was fortunate to have a son born to a palace maid. And he has always been the most favored, but it is the concubine Zheng, who has always planned to make the son of Concubine Zheng the crown prince.

It's a pity that Concubine Zheng's stomach is not angry, although she has been favored by the emperor almost every night, but there has been no movement in the past few years. In this way, the emperor is even more troubled, the only thing he can do is to keep delaying, and the reason is simple, because Zhu Changluo is not from the queen!

The ancients established an heir, and what they paid attention to was nothing more than two points, establishing a descendant or standing long. And only the son born to the queen is the son-in-law and the most legitimate heir to the throne. In this way, Zhu Changluo really cannot be completely regarded as the first heir to the throne. Of course, in comparison, even if Concubine Zheng really gave birth to a son, it seems to be even more unreliable than him, because that is not even the eldest son.

It is precisely for this reason that Wanli has always been a little unhappy recently, especially when he sees a courtier talking to him again about the national capital issue, he will be even more angry for no reason.

Sun Hai, as a person close to him, naturally knew what the emperor was taboo, so he put the part that would cause the emperor's displeasure at the end, and then carefully put a stack of notes on it.

"Your Majesty, it's too late, you can eat first and then review it." After being silent for a while, after estimating the time, Sun Hai carefully reminded again.

"Oh? Isn't that time? When the emperor heard the reminder, he looked up at the somewhat dim sky outside, nodded and said, "Then let's pass the meal." By the way, Yang Qing is coming over this afternoon, you call someone to go outside and watch some. ”

"The slave maid has already sent someone to wait outside, and there is no mistake." Sun Hai hurriedly responded, and said, "Master, you still have to rest more, don't be too tired of yourself." ”

"It's okay, my body is strong." The emperor smiled, picked up another notebook casually, and saw that the stack of notebooks sent by Sun Hai was about to be read.

Seeing this, Sun Hai's expression became a little nervous. If the master had been moved by reading the note proposing to establish the prince again, the emperor would not have been interested in eating today's lunch. This made him unconsciously turn his head to look outside the hall with some eagerness, the guy in the imperial dining room was too lazy, why hadn't he brought lunch until now?

A moment later, before lunch arrived, the emperor had already stretched out his hand to the last piece of music, which made Sun Hai sigh helplessly. Just when he was about to accept the unhappiness and anger of the Son of Heaven, the little yellow door in front of the palace gate said in a timely manner: "Your Majesty, the commander of the Jinyi Guard has sent Yang Zhen to ask for a meeting outside." ”

"Let him in." The emperor put the music in his hand forward, obviously not planning to read it, which made Sun Hai breathe a sigh of relief, at least it would not affect the emperor's mood during the meal.

But he was still happy too early, and after putting down the song, Wanli's eyes swept over the cover of the song, and when he saw the mellow words "play the country" on it, his expression was stiff, and he looked a little unhappy.

The courtiers of the Ming Dynasty always took pride in angering the emperor. They obviously know what kind of script Wanli doesn't want to see now, but there are always some people who constantly offend the emperor's rebellion under the banner of thinking about the country and society, as if they can't show how loyal they are to the state if they don't do so.

After receiving the words of these courtiers many times, Wanli was really annoyed with these people. But these people are like flies, no matter how you try to drive them away, they will still buzz around your ears, you can't fight, it's useless to scold, it will only make more people join them...... So in the end, the only thing the emperor could do was to abandon it.

Just when Wanli felt unhappy, Yang Zhen had already strode into the hall.

At this time, three years have passed, and although Yang Zhen's appearance has not become large, the momentum of the whole person has changed. The three-year command of the Jinyi Guard has made his whole person's edge more restrained, but the oppressive force between his gestures is several times stronger than before.

In terms of appearance, because of his approach, he also grew a beard with the habits of men in this era, although it was not very long, but it also made his appearance appear more stable, and with the big red flying fish suit on his body, it was even more flying.

In the past three years, Yang Zhen's life has been quite smooth. Jin Yiwei is completely controlled by him, and the Son of Heaven trusts him very much, and there is almost nothing to do with Dongchang, an old rival. And those officials in the DPRK and China, because they were afraid of the Jinyi Wei spies, also respected him a lot, and even many people even voted for him, so that Yang Zhen also had a certain amount of power in the officialdom.

Outside the court, Yang Zhen still did not let go of the White Lotus Sect, which had long since declined. Although the previous victory had greatly damaged the vitality of the White Lotus Sect and almost wiped it out, the hundred-legged insect was dead but not stiff, and there was still this cult in some small places, which made Yang Zhen have to be cautious and constantly send his brothers to fight it.

The effect was naturally good, and in the past few years, the White Lotus Sect had not organized even one more threat like before. Although he didn't know how much of their strength had recovered, Yang Zhen believed that as long as they dared to show their heads, the Jinyi Guard would be able to completely uproot them as soon as possible.

Of course, today's emperor summoned Yang Zhen into the palace for the purpose of the White Lotus Sect, as the Son of Heaven, it is impossible for him to pay attention to such small things, what he values is the real big things, such as the north that may threaten the safety of the Ming Dynasty.

After letting Yang Zhen calm down, Wanli adjusted his mentality slightly, and then asked a little reluctantly: "Yang Qing, have you received any news from the north recently?" What happened to the Mongolian people there? ”

"Back to Your Majesty, just yesterday, news came back." Yang Zhen's expression was a little solemn: "On the Mongolian grassland today, several major tribes have almost been defeated by the Gai Qi Tribe, and countless small tribes have completely thrown themselves into the Gai Qi Tribe, becoming their help......" Speaking of this, Yang Zhen's eyes flashed with a strange light, both surprise and a trace of regret in it.

When Wanli heard this, his brows furrowed deeply: "Is it so fast?" In just a few years, this little-known small tribe has swept across the entire grassland, and if this continues, our northern frontier of the Ming Dynasty will not be so safe......"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the hall became more tense than before......

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