In the face of provocation and persecution by various forces, Zhu Qiyuan told everyone with an iron fist that he was the son of Zhu Houzhao, not a weak and incompetent mediocre king.

Lao Zhu, Zhu Di and other kings want power, right, then give them and form the so-called Ming Royal Council, which has been discussed with Zhu Houzhao a long time ago.

However, the kings only have the power to discuss the power, not the decision-making power, and they have the right of veto, and no matter how much the kings think, the emperor does not support it, it is all in vain.

As for civil officials, businessmen, families, sects and other forces, there is no need to take it seriously at all, and the troublemakers are only killed!

On the surface, he controls the East Factory, the West Factory, and the Jinyi Guard, and secretly there is the Qinglong Society as an arm to help, and it is not difficult to suppress the troublemakers.

If the buttocks are not clean, the East Factory, the West Factory, and Jinyiwei will be dispatched to provide one-stop service for raiding homes and destroying doors.

If you can't find the handle, the green dragon will assassinate and destroy the door.

What does the biggest assassination organization of the Ming Dynasty do with the emperor?

Whether it's playing yin or playing dark, Zhu Qiyuan is all right, and a group of defeated dogs who were so pressed by his father Zhu Houzhao that they couldn't raise their heads dared to bark, who gave them the guts.

As soon as Zhu Qiyuan ascended the throne, he began to play with all forces, although it was a potential hidden danger left by Zhu Houzhao, but it was also an inevitable thing, the imperial power was exclusive, how could there be a reason to share it with others.

The emperor controls the world and concentrates all resources to strengthen the country, and the forces of all parties are greedy and selfish, bent on sucking blood on the empire, and unwilling to pay any price, which is the opposite and the source of contradictions.

Zhu Houzhao once said to Zhu Qiyuan that the world is a big cake, and the emperor is the one who divides the cake.

A piece of bread, like the limited resources of the world, distributes most of the bread to the various forces, and when the forces are full, the president will be extremely strong, and on the other hand, if the forces of all parties are full, the common people will starve, which will threaten the stability of the imperial power.

When the people don't have enough to eat, they will think about rebellion, and when the forces of all parties grow, they will think about getting more benefits, and no matter what, the imperial power will be shaken.

Therefore, when dividing the pie, you can give a part of the forces of all parties, but you can't let them eat enough, or even eat enough, and would rather distribute more resources to the common people than let the forces of all parties swell.

Distributing most of the resources to the common people will not only win the support of the people, but also increase the overall power of the empire.

Even if there is a genius among the common people, and there is an unruly person, it will not threaten the imperial power, and it is a big deal to provide it high, not for their own use, as long as they do not make trouble.

Just like in the era of Journey to the West, Heavenly Court recruited Sun Wukong, paying a nominal official can stabilize a strong man, and no matter what, he will make a steady profit.

It is precisely because he understands Zhu Houzhao's "pie division theory" that Zhu Qiyuan will not be accustomed to all forces, and he will be ruthless when he should be wooed and suppressed ruthlessly.

formed a royal parliament, stabilized Lao Zhu and Zhu Di and others with nominal authority, and then suppressed all kinds of forces in the open and covert, and after all the operations, Zhu Qiyuan's throne was firmly seated.

In terms of ruthlessness, Zhu Qiyuan is not as good as Zhu Houzhao, and he can't be like Zhu Houzhao, for the sake of the imperial power, he almost does everything, and he is ruthless, and his relatives are also killed.

But in terms of playing with power, Zhu Qiyuan is actually better than Zhu Houzhao, and after taking the position, he even cut and beat the operation, so that Lao Zhu has nothing to say.

Zhu Qiyuan's imperial journey is on the right track, and Zhu Houzhao is also traveling through the mountains and rivers of Daming.

Starting from the mainland, passing through Hongwu, Xiaokang, Hongxi, Xuande and other states, the footprints have traveled every inch of the mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty.

It's ridiculous to say, although Zhu Houzhao dominates the Ming Dynasty, he rarely travels out of the palace, and he has never seen many of the victorious scenery of the Ming Dynasty.

His life is brilliant, his eloquence is roughly like Lao Zhu, Zhu Di, benevolence and generosity are like Zhu Biao, Zhu Gaochi, all of them were defeated in his hands.

But his life is also sad, like a little bird, trapped in the birdcage called power in the palace, and rarely flies freely.

When he was young, he fought with various power groups, and after Daming embarked on the road of transcendence, he was busy intriguing with Lao Zhu and others, or retreating and cultivating asceticism.

Da Luo thought about it, looked at the Three Realms and Six Realms, and everything in the entire Da Ming was presented in his mind, but what he saw with his own eyes and what he saw with the power of the true spirit were two completely different feelings.

Before Empress Dowager Zhang died, she said that he was too tired to live, and she was right.

Walking on the land of Daming, feeling the surging vitality between heaven and earth, Zhu Houzhao's soul was unprecedentedly relaxed and relieved.

Whether it is the country or the imperial power, it will eventually be a passing cloud.

"If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be an emperor anymore, and it's good to be a prodigal son."

"A cloth coat, an old horse, and a pot of turbid wine are not a way to live."

On the prairie in the north of Yongle Prefecture, Zhu Houzhao rode an old horse, holding a wine jug in his hand, looking at the afterglow of the sunset, and sighed.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

The afterglow of the sunset seems to confirm his current situation, and he is not far from the end.

When the sun sets, it still leaves a bleak and beautiful afterglow, and if he dies, what will he leave behind?

Unwilling? Bitter?

Maybe there is a point, Zhu Houzhao can't say for sure, but he doesn't want to die, when Nai is limited, he is in the middle of a catastrophe, and there is no way to get out.

The Chaos Catastrophe is a conspiracy, so why not his existence?

Since the Great War of the Gods, the conspiracy has begun, and he can't escape.

"The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

Success or failure turns empty.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

Softly reciting the famous chapter written by Yang Shen, Zhu Houzhao's face was calm and watery, but it implied a sharp edge.

When the catastrophe comes, he will certainly not escape the catastrophe, but those who calculate him should not think about it.

Laughing about the past and dealing with it calmly does not mean that he will be obediently calculated, without any complaints, he is Zhu Houzhao, the Taiwu Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Jian Mei moved slightly, and said suddenly: "Since you are here, come out." ”

The space is like rippling water, and a beautiful beautiful shadow appears quietly.

Glamorous in the world, beautiful and beautiful, Yurong is like the most perfect work of art, can not find a flaw, the beauty is thrilling, flawless and unblemished.

The temperament is better than the plum blossom standing upright in the cold wind, proud and natural, extraordinary, and there is a kind of tranquil beauty.

It is Zhu Houzhao's wife, win Feixue!

"Why come?"

Looking at Ying Feixue, whose face was incomparable, Zhu Houzhao said with a complicated face.

The First Emperor and many of the strongest people used Win Feixue to calculate him, forcing him to have to deal with the robbery, he should be disgusted with Win Feixue.

But Ying Feixue is his wife, his companion who has been with him for more than 10,000 years, and the mother of his sons and daughters, and he really can't be disgusted with this alone.

In the chessboard of those mighty people, he and Ying Feixue are just chess pieces, so why bother each other.

"Shouldn't I have come?"

Ying Feixue asked Zhu Houzhao rhetorically, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

Lament the misfortune of your fate.

The Chaos Ruin Tribulation, Zhu Houzhao's identity as the person who responded to the catastrophe, she knew everything.

Because she knows, she is sad, from beginning to end, she is a chess piece used to calculate Zhu Houzhao.

"Ha ......"

Zhu Houzhao smiled, dismounted, sat on the grass casually, and asked, "Do you regret following me as a bastard?" ”

"It doesn't matter if you regret it later, we don't have a choice, do we?"

Ying Feixue sat next to Zhu Houzhao and said in a cold voice.

The husband and wife watched the sunset side by side, but they also looked like a pair of fairy rolls.