April 23 of the first year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The weather is clear and the breeze is gentle.

In the past three days, it has been rainy and rainy, and the spring rain washes the world with the last chill. It's just that when this day comes, people push open the windows and see the white belly of the fish and the faint morning light. The day when the rain stopped was exactly the same as the auspicious day of the zodiac that Qintian supervised.

There was a slight coolness in the wind, but the sun was very warm on the body, and the traces of the winter wind and snow that had raged on this land were finally wiped away. At this time, even people who are not good at the ancient times have to sigh that this His Royal Highness King Ming is really destiny. The sun and moon, which symbolize the Ming Dynasty in the sky, dispel the last cold and sprinkle warmth to the world.

Just as His Royal Highness the Ming King drove away the Tartars with countless tiger warriors, he sprinkled hope and light on the soil that was once covered by the northern wind and snow.

Ye Yingwu sat quietly on the edge of the bed, a ray of morning light sprinkled on his body.

When Lu Wanyan heard the movement, she slowly sat up and stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around Ye Yingwu's waist: "Husband, it's still early, the day set by Qin Tianjian and the Ministry of Rites is noon, and it's too late to sleep for another hour." Fujun just came back from Liujiagang yesterday, and when he reviewed the recital, he rested for a while, and he was in good spirits when he ascended the throne. ”

Patting Lu Wanyan's hand, Ye Yingwu chuckled and said, "It's okay, Wanniang, you can rest." It's rare to get up so early, and it's nice to go out for a walk. ”

Lu Wanyan snorted: "Can't sleep?" ”

Ye Yingwu stretched his waist: "Even if you take this matter lightly, it will still be the enthronement ceremony after all." When I left Lin'an, I was down, and now, step by step, almost every day is bloody and bloody, almost every day is thinking about how to calculate people and how not to be calculated by others. ”

After a pause, Ye Yingwu reached out and scratched Lu Wanyan's nose: "I can only breathe a sigh of relief when I stay with you all day long." ”

Lu Wanyan chuckled: "There are a few in the back house, and there are a few that really make you worry." ”

Ye Yingwu couldn't deny it, grabbed his robe and put it on, then made a naughty grimace at Lu Wanyan, and then strode out. When he stretched out his hand to push open the heavy palace door, the sunlight sprinkled on Ye Yingwu's body also changed from one ray to all, enveloping his whole person in light.

An intoxicating smile appeared on the corner of Lu Wanyan's lips.

The cloister is tortuous, and the water is long. The morning sun sprinkled on the leaves and on the water.

The two guards were under the cloister, all dressed in silver armor, and the silver silk belt that symbolized the status of the guards killed the waist to the thinnest, and they pressed their swords in front of them, just standing apart, there was a kind of heroism that was difficult to hide, and it was even more difficult to imagine what kind of majesty these guards would be when they stood up straight or walked in a military posture.

What's more, these guards who have seen blood and rushed to kill by Ye Yingwu's side, even if they simply stand here, they will have a murderous aura. Standing under the pavilion, you can see several palace maids pointing at the guards in the corner not far away, but the guards ignore this.

His Royal Highness King Ming is really not a good woman compared to the emperor of the previous dynasty or which former dynasty magnates, others have seventy-two concubines in three palaces and six courtyards, and the number of concubines in his harem can be counted on two hands. It is said that the Ministry of Rites has not come to the door in a day or two to urge His Royal Highness King Ming to enrich the harem. After all, His Royal Highness King Ming now has only two heirs, and one is in the mother's womb, which is too thin.

This also leads to a very serious consequence, that is, these palace maids in the harem, who are not numerous, actually have no skin to skin relationship with Ye Yingwu, not to mention that there have been no eunuchs in the Ming harem, so the work in the palace such as washing and sprinkling is responsible for carefully selected middle-aged women, these people are selected for the country, and each of them only lives in the closed palace for two months, and then gives them a good salary to return home. In other words, these palace maids guarded the boudoir, and they didn't even have a eunuch who could marry each other.

The defense outside the palace was all handed over to the Praetorian Guard.

The Ministry of Rites did not interfere too much in this regard, after all, everyone knew the huge drawbacks of eunuchs interfering in politics at the end of the Tang Dynasty, and now the Ming Dynasty has gone through wars and is building civil engineering everywhere, so it is the time when labor is needed. Since His Royal Highness King Ming has made such a decision, let him go.

Today is the day when His Royal Highness King Ming ascended the throne, and the guards were naturally not sloppy about this, and the guards who had never stepped into the harem had been on guard outside the courtyards since early in the morning. This time they are all veterans who have gone through bloody battles and big waves, and some of them have even started a family, so they naturally know what they should do when they enter the harem.

Not squinting, just the basics.

Ye Yingwu leaned on the railing and quietly watched the breeze blow a pool of spring water.

Behind him, there was the clanging sound of boots tapping on the steps, apparently two soldiers standing under the cloister saluting the visitors. In the entire harem, the only people who can let the soldiers of the forbidden army salute except Ye Yingwu are those with the name of the princess.

A lake-green skirt hung down to the ground, with a light red coat on the outside, Ruyun's hair was just a simple strung of golden hairpins, Zhao Yunshu walked to Ye Yingwu's side with his hand, and after glancing at him, he put his arm on the railing, looking bored. And the maidservants who followed him all retreated out of the cloister with interest.

"It's rare to get up so early." Ye Yingwu said with a chuckle.

"Are you talking about concubines or yourself?" Zhao Yunshu asked rhetorically.

Ye Yingwu shrugged his shoulders: "It's rare for the mother to get up so early, the villain is terrified, could it be that she has not served her well these days?" ”

Zhao Yunshuqiao's face was slightly red, and she reached out and poked Ye Yingwu's waist: "From today onwards, it will be Your Majesty, long live the emperor, why are you still so unserious." ”

"Although there are few in your backyard that are not worry-free," Ye Yingwu leaned against the railing, looking at the glazed tiles of the corridor and the palace courtyard reflecting the sunlight, and squinted slightly, "But at least, it's much more worry-free than the group of guys outside the palace wall." ”

"Thanks for the praise." Zhao Yunshu said in a low voice.

Ye Yingwu was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "From today on, there is another emperor in this world, and this world will eventually be the world of the Ming Dynasty." The broken Guozuo from the Zhao family, a certain person reached out and helped God tie it up. ”

"The clouds and smoke in the past, but the sand between the fingers, drifting away in the wind, what's the use of talking about it." The corners of Zhao Yunshu's lips curled, and he met Ye Yingwu's gaze straight, obviously he didn't want to discuss this topic with Ye Yingwu, but took two steps forward slightly, "Then again, respected husband, His Royal Highness King Ming, the future Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the concubine has worked hard to help you push those people back in the Ministry of Rites, I don't know if you raised your hand and raised the concubine's body to worship, or directly promoted to a concubine or something, and you are worthy of the concubine's hard work?" ”

"Eh, I said Shu'er, when did you become so snobbish." Ye Yingwu's smile was even bigger, "Those guys in the Ministry of Rites, where is it so easy to get rid of, you just came forward to block it once, and you reached out to find someone to ask for credit, then you can pat your chest and tell you・・・・・・"

Ye Yingwu paused at the right time, and then leaned into Zhao Yunshu's ear: "Offering, it's too poor; If you are a concubine, you can't even give birth to a prince, so how can you give you a concubine. As for the rest, the rain and dew of the Ming Emperor, you can ・・・・・・ hiss! ”

Zhao Yunshu twisted the soft flesh on Ye Yingwu's waist, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and twisted it one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Stinky girl, you light!" Ye Yingwu pressed the girl on the railing, "How can I learn from your sister Wanniang lightly and lightly." ”

"The queen mother educates the concubine, and it will not take a long lesson for Your Majesty." Zhao Yunshu snorted.

Too lazy to bother with her, Ye Yingwu thought of something more interesting: "By the way, tell me how you suppressed those old men in the Ministry of Rites." ”

Zhao Yunshu said with a smile: "This is not simple, first Sister Wanniang summoned the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites and the left and right attendants in the side hall, and then warmly greeted their family members for their well-being, and then Sister Wanniang invited the concubine and Sister Su Niang, which bluntly explained that there are so many sisters in the backyard who still have no children ・・・・・・, if the draft is made again, Your Majesty is diligent day and night, how can he take care of it, but it will increase expenses for the imperial court." Those old men are all officials left over from the previous dynasty, and when they saw the concubine, they were already half shorter, so naturally it was not easy to talk about it・・・・・・"

Zhao Yunshu's voice gradually dimmed, and he bowed his head slightly. Ye Yingwu pinched his waist and laughed, and even laughed with tears: "These old men from the Ministry of Rites, I didn't expect to have today!" ”

"Husband, pay attention, it's not that there are no outsiders." Zhao Yunshu didn't care about his feelings at mentioning the identity of the previous dynasty at this time, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab Ye Yingwu, "Anyway, he is also the king of a country, how can he afford to laugh like this." ”

Ye Yingwu's body trembled slightly, and then he pointed to the two people under the corridor, and said loudly: "Shu'er, do you see it, there, those two, Li Jun on the left, have followed a certain since the battle of Macheng, killing eleven Mongolian Tartars, and they have worked hard to the end." The wind on the right is stunned, usually called him a madman, he joined the army late, he was almost in Xiangfan, killed 17 Mongolian Tatars, fought in front, and never died, and worked hard to the head. ”

Ye Yingwu's voice was very loud, and Zhao Yunshu silently watched him carefully count the accumulated military exploits of these slaughtering embryos and these arrogant generals under his subordinates. And the two forbidden army soldiers standing under the corridor heard Ye Yingwu's voice, and their combat boots subconsciously slammed on the ground, and the person stood straight, like a benchmark, and the trace of laziness when he stepped away and stood just now also dissipated.

didn't pay attention to the few Praetorian Guard soldiers who were boiling, Ye Yingwu turned to continue to lean on the railing, and his voice became lower and lower: "However, as long as XX walks into that position today and crosses that threshold, there is another difficult relationship between the monarch and the minister between XX and them who may be entrusted with the back of the robe, not to mention eating ice and snow together, and killing the enemy side by side, I am afraid that even if XX takes another step forward, these guys will have to stop it desperately." ”

Reaching out to help Ye Yingwu straighten his collar, Zhao Yunshu didn't say anything.

"The taste of being alone, as a king of Ming, I have already tasted it, let alone as an emperor." Ye Yingwu said flatly, "This time I went north, Jiang Hao is a big person, but there is nothing, but Wang Jin's gaze has obviously changed, and he is no longer the fox friend who was debauched together in Flower Street and Willow Lane before, nor the life and death comrade-in-arms who joined hands side by side during the Battle of Xiangyang, but the monarch and minister." Sometimes I really have to sigh that this road is gone, and there will never be a return. ”

"And yet you made it this far." Zhao Yunshu clapped his hands with a smile, "To be honest, in all dynasties and dynasties, everyone has squeezed their heads and wants to be the king of the world, and when this Ninety-Five Supreme is coming, you are thinking about whether to be the emperor or not, which is really strange and strange." ”

Ye Yingwu was silent for a moment, the reason why he didn't want to be the emperor was probably because he had seven hundred years more experience than anyone in this era, and now even if no one competed with him, he was already standing at the top of the entire era, overlooking all living beings.

The feeling of being an uncrowned king was actually already there when he didn't become His Royal Highness King Ming.

"Shu'er, you said that this emperor has been in office for a long time, will you get tired of it?"

Zhao Yunshu leaned on the railing like Ye Yingwu, stretched out his hand and gently brushed the tips of his scattered hair: "In that case, why does the husband have to come to this point, instead of being a capable courtier in the former Song Dynasty or under the Mongols?" ”

Slightly stunned, Ye Yingwu did not speak. He's figured it out.

I have come here step by step, not for the selfish desires of the Ninety-Five Supreme, but to be able to use my own hands, my own thoughts and ideas to calmly change the world of 700 years ago. Let the great China not sink under the iron hooves of foreign races, so that after 700 years, their former ancestors do not have to throw their heads and spill their blood, and exchange thousands of sacrifices for the vitality and glory of the nation.

Why be emperor yourself?

Because only a brand-new Ming, a Ming in their own hands, can take a step forward unswervingly.

The spring breeze is very gentle.

Ye Yingwu smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

At this moment, a shout came from the front: "The auspicious time has come, please change your Majesty's clothes!" ”

It was as if a stone had fallen on the calm water, stirring up countless ripples.

"Go, husband." Zhao Yunshu stretched out his hand and gently pushed Ye Yingwu, "Don't make them wait for a long time." ”

Ye Yingwu nodded, straightened his waist and looked up, the sun had gradually risen, just like the entire Ming Dynasty.

The red sun is rising, and its way is bright; The hidden dragon leaps into the abyss, and the scales and claws fly!

"This is a certain Ming, a certain world, how can they wait." Ye Yingwu said lightly, and with a wave of his sleeves, he had already walked outside.

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The sun gradually turned into the sky, and the whole city of Nanjing was already shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

The Praetorian Guards and the Divine Guards were spread out along the avenues and walls, and all the people had already poured into the streets early, scrambling to look in the direction of Miyagi. His Royal Highness King Ming will drive from the palace to Nanjing, and then exit from the north gate to the place of worship in Zhongshan.

In the middle, you will pass through the royal road of Nanjing City, and this is the best and only place to watch the rituals of the heavenly family.

It's just that unlike those black and oppressive people, as the vassal state of the Ming Dynasty, the envoys of Zhancheng, Srivijaya and other countries still have better treatment, not far from Zhongshan, they set up a high viewing platform, and the viewing platform of the Ming civil and military officials, can vaguely see the scene on Zhongshan clearly, and in turn can also see the city beyond the Nanjing city wall.

However, although the position prepared for them was good, these envoys did not dare to really think of their position so high, and they did not dare to sit down one by one, but just looked up in the direction of the city gate, trembling and restless.

Before hearing the sound of drums and trumpets in the palace signaling departure, the hearts of the several envoys standing on the viewing platform were actually pounding. First, because of the spectacular scene of thousands of empty alleys in Nanjing City, which they have never seen in their lives, and secondly, because they are here, naturally not simply to witness the rise of a huge new dynasty, but also for the status and interests of their own country.

This Ming Dynasty is different from the previous Han and Tang Dynasties, and sending an envoy to pat the ass can be exchanged for a large number of rewards from the Heavenly Empire.

The Ming monarch was obviously more interested in their people and land than in rewarding the vassals with all kinds of gifts, and if they did not obey the Ming commands, the bloody Annan and Zhenla who were killed were the best examples. No one wants to taste the terrible butcher's knife on their heads again.

So for Da Ming, the only way for them is to do their best to curry favor.

Not to mention the expensive gifts collected from their own land, these envoys are actually one of the few people in the country who can speak the Tao, just to try their best to seek some benefits for their country, and even include their status in the Ming army.

For example, equip yourself with advanced bows and crossbows or firearms.

Although they are all cannon fodder, no one wants to watch their own family die cleanly, and others still have a lot of elites who have been tempered in a hundred battles.

The amount of the emperor's grace is the basis for the survival of their country. (To be continued.) )