Why do the people want to stir up the people like this?

Because they really feel the benefits from this.

Moreover, with the increase in commercial taxes, the income of merchants increased, which promoted the convenience of commerce and trade in the Ming Dynasty, resulting in the affordability of many goods.

This is a great thing for the people.

When the people are grateful, how can they not thank the head of the Zhu case and the old Xu who died for the people?

Therefore, the villages and towns sent representatives, who carried the book of the people on their backs and walked thousands of miles to Yingtianfu.

Until this day.

Xu Jinyi and the others returned to Yingtianfu and went to Zhufu as soon as possible.

Standing outside Zhu's mansion, Xu Jinyi and other prisoners bowed loudly and saluted Zhu Chen, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Immediately afterwards, outside the city gate, groups of people were ushered in.

They held the Book of All Peoples and the Guide in their hands, and entered Yingtianfu.

There are about seventy village chiefs and town heads.

They were brought to the palace gate, and these more than 70 ordinary people held high the book of all the people hidden in their arms, which had been hidden for thousands of miles, and shouted again and again.

"Long live our emperor! Thank you to the Ming court, to Emperor Yongle, to thank the head of the Zhu case, and to thank Xu Lao. ”

In the midst of a thank you.

The people fell to their knees.

But the book of the people in their hands was still held high.

"Zhao Dejin, Yuzhang Village, Nanchang, Caomin, brought the book of all the people to Beijing, thank my emperor, thank you to Emperor Yongle."

"Li Qingniu, a grass citizen from Baigou Village, Hangzhou, brought the book of all the people to Beijing, thank my emperor and the court."

"The policy of commercial tax reform is beneficial to the country and the people, and we have come to thank the emperor on behalf of the people."

Since ancient times, the people have thanked the emperor and never defended themselves, allowing the people to reach the palace gate.

Therefore, their shouts, Emperor Xie, Xie Zhu, Xie Xu!

While they sang praises to the emperor, they also vigorously commended the Yongle Dynasty!

Seeing this scene, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army smiled widely, and hurriedly asked someone to inform him, and then took another drum and knocked it at the door.

Knock what?

Attract everyone to look at it, let everyone see that the people are thanking Yongle for a while.

At this time, the imperial court was in the early court.

I heard that the people from all over the country rushed to the capital for thousands of miles, knelt outside the palace gate to thank the court, and the court bigwigs were shocked.

Yang Shiqi and the others hurried to the gate of the palace.

When the officials in red robes saw the people kneeling at the gate of the palace, worshipping the Forbidden City, and shouting Long live the Yongle Emperor, they couldn't help but feel proud and wet their eyes.

At this moment, all the courtiers seemed to feel that the Yongle Dynasty really surpassed the Jianwen Dynasty too much.

Yang Shiqi stood at the forefront, looked at the book of the people in the hands of the people, and took a deep breath: "Perhaps, the current emperor has indeed done much better than Emperor Jianwen." ”

Yang Shiqi spoke.

The ministers also nodded.

Many courtiers who originally hoped for the return of Emperor Jianwen suddenly felt something in their hearts and decided to be loyal to Emperor Yongle forever.

Yang Shiqi took the lead in turning around, kneeling down in front of the palace, and shouted: "Today's Yongle is far beyond Jianwen!" ”

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" Yang Shiqi shouted.

The people recognized this court, and the officials were also relieved and honored.

After Yang Shiqi knelt down, the hundred officials of Wu Yang also turned around and knelt down in front of the Forbidden City.

Originally, many civil officials who did not admit that Yongle was orthodox in their hearts were also convinced at the moment.

This emperor is better than Jianwen.

This was followed by shouts in unison.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

At this moment, the two groups of grass people and hundred officials worship the Forbidden City at the same time, worship the Yongle Emperor, and recognize the legitimacy of the Yongle Emperor!

After that, the legitimacy of the Yongle Emperor will be further consolidated.

This icy Forbidden City has never been as crowded as it is today!

The historian also hurried over, holding a brush and quickly recording in the history books.

"In the late autumn of the eleventh year of Yongle, the people worshipped, and the officials worshipped ......"

This kind of grand occasion lasted for a long time.

……

Ming Emperor Taimiao.

Those who can be enshrined in it are all emperors of the Ming Dynasty.

At this time, in the ancestral hall, there is only one portrait.

It was a portrait of Zhu Yuanzhang, and his tablet stood high there.

The door to the ancestral hall was pushed open.

In an instant, the light from outside shone straight in, bringing sunlight.

He was joined by a tall man.

After more than ten years of devastation, this man has long had gray temples, and he has lived up to the spirit of his youth.

He walked in step by step.

His eyes always fell on the portrait of Ming Taizu.

Step by step, with heavy steps, he stepped forward step by step.

In this short distance, it seemed that it took a long time for this man to walk in front of the portrait.

Taking a deep breath, he knelt down on his left knee and then his right knee in front of Ming Taizu.

Looking at the portrait, the mighty and solemn Zhu Yuanzhang, the man's eyes were slightly moist and his eyes were red.

This glance seems to have written half a lifetime of vicissitudes.

A murmur rang out.

"Dad, I've come to see you."

The old man's voice resounded in this temple, bringing bursts of echoes.

Zhu Di muttered, stretched out his sleeve, and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Dad, I haven't come to see you in eleven years."

"It's not that the son is unfilial, it's that the son doesn't dare to come."

"I'm afraid of nightmares, I'm afraid you'll cut me down in your dreams."

As he spoke, he burst into tears again.

In the old eyes, the tears could not be stopped.

He stared at Zhu Yuanzhang in the portrait and muttered, "Dad, did you give me a dream." ”

"In the past eleven years, I can always dream that you cut me with a knife with your own hands, even if I kill enemies on the grassland, I am so scared that I sweat profusely in the middle of the night."

"All along, I didn't have the face to come to see you, but today, I'm here."

After a pause, Zhu Di's eyes were red, and he continued to murmur:

"Back then, you drove me out of Nanjing and let me defend Beiping, but I didn't expect to return to Nanjing one day."

"My son came today to tell my father that the people have recognized Yongle."

"In the past eleven years, I have drunk Ma Hanhai, fought in the south and the north, contributed to the country, and did not dare to rest for a moment, in order to let the people of the world shout good."

"I created the Yongle prosperous era, wrote the book Yongle Ceremony, moved the capital to Beiping, dug the canal, I was stronger than Jianwen, I made the Ming Dynasty strong, I created the first time after the Tang Dynasty, all countries came to the court......"

"So, Dad, can you forgive me for rebelling?"

In the Taimiao, only Zhu Di's muttering remained.

No one bothered him.

Looking at the portrait and tablet, Zhu Di kowtowed heavily, his eyes moist.

After kowtowing three times in a row, Zhu Di's old voice sounded again: "Dad, I will not rest again in my life, I will contribute to the Ming Dynasty for the rest of my life." ”

"In my life, I will die on the road to open up territory for the Ming Dynasty."

(This paragraph writes that I cried myself.) ）