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"Ask Zhang Zhao if you don't decide on internal affairs, and ask Zhou Yu if you don't decide on foreign affairs. This is Sun Ce's last words to Sun Quan before his death during the Three Kingdoms, and it is also the last exhortation to state affairs.

Sun Ce was not worried about Sun Quan's ability, so he left him with two ministers, one writer and one martial arts. And Zhu Yuanzhang also didn't worry about his cowardly grandson, so he also made some advice.

"The court asked Fang Xiaoru about political affairs, and Geng Bingwen and Guo Ying were responsible for military affairs, and Dongchang and Jinyi Wei were used to check and balance the world. ”

This is the tone set by Zhu Yuanzhang for Zhu Yunwen's court, he is confident, as long as he does what Zhu Yunwen does according to his words, even if he is really incapable, even if he is a drunken and dreamy faint king, Zhu Ming will still be as stable as Mount Tai and immortal for ten thousand years.

But people are not as good as heaven, things have developed to this day, on the dragon chair, Zhu Yunwen suddenly found that everything was out of control, and it was also out of the layout of the emperor's grandfather.

Under the hall, Zheng Zhizhong led his son and the so-called loyal ministers and orphans to ask him, the emperor, to uphold justice.

What is unfair is just Zhu Yunwen's words, he can say it, he can not say it, and he can even say "Let's discuss it later", and use a simple procrastination trick to slowly turn this matter into a big thing and a small matter.

The final result of the trivial matter, I am afraid that the Zheng family and the child will die in the hands of Dongchang, but Zhu Yunwen doesn't care so much. For the sake of the stability of the court situation and the brotherhood with Xu Ruyi, he is willing and can also turn a blind eye to the lives of hundreds of people in the Zheng family.

He should have done this, but Zhu Yunwen's gloomy gaze let people know that he was thinking and considering.

He was an emperor, so he was qualified to be silent, but he didn't understand why this lower martial arts was the same?

Xie Jin was still kneeling on the ground, his eyes slightly lowered and he looked at the pieces of green bricks three feet in front of him.

The military department Shangshu Ruyu held the wine glass, just held it, didn't drink, didn't let go, and looked at the dishes on the table, as if there was something important to discover.

The secretary of the Ministry of Rites and the waiter of the Ministry of Punishment were stiff one by one, and some directly pretended to be drunk and lay motionless on the table.

Civil officials are like this, but what about military generals and nobles?

Zhu Yunwen looked at the past, and all of them still looked heroic and heroic, but now they saw the quail sparrow of the goshawk, shrunk their necks, their eyes wandered, and there was no one who even dared to look at him.

This is my court? This is the civil and military generals who I rely on to consolidate and govern the world?

Moderate partisanship is conducive to the consolidation of imperial power. Zhu Yuanzhang taught Zhu Yunwen this truth, so Zhu Yunwen acquiesced to the existence of the eunuch party.

Eunuchs can exist, but there should always be an opposing voice, even if it's just a whisper?

Zhu Yunwen was puzzled, and finally, he looked at Fang Xiaoru at the forefront on the left hand side, but he just missed his slight shaking and sharp eyes at the group of "clear streams".

Zhu Yunwen was disappointed, there was only one voice in the court, and the person who spoke out was not his own emperor.

Is the imperial power really no longer in his hands?

This is the court that Ruyi built for himself?

His eyes fell on Liu Xi, who was hanging his hands and lowering his eyes at his side, he lowered his head, still so humble. Zhu Yunwen couldn't see his expression, but he felt that he was laughing, laughing mockingly.

In a trance, he recalled the day when the imperial grandfather was still there.

It was also a dinner party, but it was not so grand, there were only six Shangshu and a few waiters at the table, and my father was still there at that time.

After singing and dancing, the imperial grandfather kindly looked at Hu Weiyong, who was in the position of prime minister, and asked casually as if he was just a homely person: "I heard that Aiqing, your son was crushed and his leg was broken?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Hu Weiyong knelt on the ground, and cried hoarsely to Zhu Yuanzhang how good his son was, how pitiful he was to lose his legs, how sad he was, and how sorry he was for the loss of a virtuous man in the Ming Dynasty.

The young Zhu Yunwen was held in his father's arms, listening to Hu Weiyong's crying, watching the low echo of the civil servants and the condemnation of the murderer's righteous words.

At that time, Zhu Yunwen was still young, he didn't have any sad feelings, he just thought it was funny, watching a bunch of old men snot and tears, it was so funny.

Father's embrace was warm, but why was his father so worried when he looked at the emperor's grandfather?

The imperial grandfather seemed to be smiling, and he seemed to be very happy, but Zhu Yunwen always felt that the imperial grandfather's smile was very scary.

"Listen to the big guy, this coachman is indeed a damned man, the sin is unforgivable, I must punish him well!"

"My Emperor Shengming!" the civil officials shouted long live.

"According to the Ming law set by me, what is the crime of causing disability due to improper behavior?

"Oh, I remembered it, it seems that I was escorting Shuntian Mansion, finding out the reason, beating forty boards, and fining a thousand taels of silver. Well... But since he injured the son of the prime minister of the dynasty, how about I beat him with 80 boards, fine him 10,000 taels of silver, and then send him to the frontier to fill the army? Hu Aiqing, can this relieve his anger?"

"The Emperor, Your Majesty... Minister, minister. ”

"What's the matter, are you not satisfied?" Zhu Yuanzhang smiled, walked down the imperial steps, bent down and patted Hu Weiyong's shoulder: "It's my people after all, it's always a life, and if you break your son's legs, the crime won't lead to death, what does Hu Aiqing think?"

"But, the emperor, the emperor... Minister, he. I.... ”

"Go on, I'll listen. ”

"He, minister, he's dead. ”

"Dead?" Zhu Yuanzhang stared at in surprise, puzzled: "How could you die? It can't be Hu Aiqing's hand, right?"

"Your Majesty, the minister was angry at the time, and he didn't think about it, the minister, the minister... ”

"Well, it's okay, I understand. The smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face became brighter and brighter, he walked back to his dragon chair and sat down, took a bite of fish and meat with chopsticks and ate it, took another sip of wine, and said softly: "Although I understand, but the law of the Ming Dynasty does not tolerate mercy, and if you kill someone, you will pay for your life!"

With Zhu Yuanzhang's order, twenty or thirty brocade-clothed pro-soldiers "Hulala" poured in from outside the hall, with complete shackles and shackles in their hands, ignoring Hu Weiyong's wailing, and dragged him down like a dead dog.

And so the feast ended.

"Emperor, you have to remember. The emperor is the emperor, as long as he sits on this dragon chair for a day, he is the supreme of his word. No one in the world can blackmail you, as long as you want, you can kill anyone, as long as you say a word, no one will resist, and they will not dare to resist. The so-called emperor's art is to kill people, kill the right people, and make everyone afraid of you, and your country will last for a long time. ”

These words were said by Zhu Yuanzhang to Zhu Biao, and Zhu Yunwen also heard it.

He didn't understand it before, but now he understands a little bit, he should kill someone. Reading, a better reading experience.