I'm really not the carpenter emperor

In fact, Fu Wang is also quite miserable.

I don't have any big ambitions. Sometimes I am really impatient, and I can make a quick decision, giving you the momentum to take the lead in righteousness.

But just like Wei Zhongxian, those who are hacked don't want to, people lie at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

Just like at the end of the Ming Dynasty, when the invaders besieged Luoyang, it was recorded in the "Ming History" of the Qing Dynasty that Zhu Changxun was purely a guy who wanted money but not life.

What's the matter?

At that time, all the civil and military people in the city of Luoyang begged Zhu Changxun hard to give him money to reward the defending army in order to boost morale.

However, Zhu Changxun, who was as rich as the enemy, became an iron rooster in a weird way, and he didn't pull out any hair, which indirectly led to the mutiny of the Ming army guarding the city.

In the end, Li Zicheng invaded Luoyang and captured Zhu Changxun, who was too fat to run too far, and then came the "Fu Lu Banquet" that shocked the world.

The rogues treated Zhu Changxun as a fat pig, washed it and shaved it, put it into a boiling cauldron, and boiled it together with a dead deer.

Of course, this is the statement of the Tartar list.

Just read the "History of the Ming Dynasty" as a fairy tale. If you read it as a real historical fact, then you will lose.

For Zhu Changxun now, it is nothing more than commonplace for him to seize the people's fields and destroy countless people's homes.

As for the industry with the prefix "Fu" spread all over the country, and the rumors that the Fu Wang Mansion is so rich that it can rival the country, that is also true.

Although it didn't do anything good, but in the righteousness, the goods have always been clearly divided.

Concubine Zheng was thrown into the cold palace, and he was very angry at the time.

But after thinking about it, if my mother and concubine had done nothing wrong, why would the emperor put her in the cold palace? This is unreasonable.

Ever since, the anger disappeared, and he didn't do anything drastic.

He never asked about the usurping of imperial power by the children of Fufan's clan, and he rarely took the lead in doing anything against the imperial court.

But here lies the problem.

Your King Fu is so big, everyone in the world knows that anyone who is related to King Fu will call himself a descendant of the clan of Fu Fan.

There are hundreds of people, big and small, if not thousands.

These hundreds of clan descendants spread all over the country, some of them carry the banner of "Fu" as merchants, specializing in business that the imperial court clearly prohibits, and some of them run amok in the countryside, fish and meat of the common people.

At that time, the clan mansion of the imperial court had not yet been restructured, so there was no way to deter these clan children.

Even if the system is restructured later, before a "land snake" is really dealt with, the clans will just treat the clan mansion as a fart, and it will be gone after it collapses.

The local officials dared not take care of it, and when you met Fuwang's convoy, you knew that it contained contraband from the imperial court, so you dared not investigate it.

With this coming and going, the Fuwang system was formed.

Although King Fu did not play a role in fueling the flames, it was also because of his indifference and indifference, which directly led to the formation of this system.

To put it simply, King Fu only cared about having fun, eating and drinking in the palace, and then had nothing to do to squeeze the people of Luoyang, which is like a dead fat mansion in later generations.

The rest of the Fufan Clan were very flustered.

For Zhu Youxiao, if he wanted to completely break the Fuwang system and let the clan mansion have the effect of deterring the entire clan, Zhu Changxun, who blocked the gun, had to be killed.

After killing Zhu Changxun, basically no prince would dare to come out and jump. As for their talking in the mansion, Zhu Youxiao didn't bother to care.

There are so many keyboard warriors, can you handle it?

People in later generations know that the money and food consumed by the clans is really too much. If it can be saved, the two Ningjin lines of defense are enough.

As for the life and death of this group of cheap relatives, it is related to Zhu Youxiao's suicide, and his surname is not really Zhu, so there is no way to tell...

Instead of letting Li Zicheng snatch it, it's better to withdraw the money first.

After hearing what happened outside the mansion, Zhu Changxun felt at first that these people were deceiving and frightening him.

It wasn't until the people from the clan mansion with the imperial decree forced their way into the main hall that he had no choice but to believe the truth.

Zhu Youxiao, who is less than 20 years old this year, has done something to his elder.

The teacup fell to the ground, the fine tea leaves spilled all over the floor, and the remaining fragrance wafted into Zhu Changxun's nose, but he couldn't care less about these, his face turned pale with fright, and he slumped on the stool.

"My lord..."

After hearing the news, the princess and concubine walked out of the inner hall one after another, gathered around Zhu Changxun, and asked earnestly:

"Is this decree true..."

How much they wanted to hear not these two words from Zhu Changxun's mouth.

However, Zhu Changxun's trembling hands betrayed his thoughts. After a long time, he still trembled and said in an unbelievable tone:

"Why does the emperor want to kill me?"

"Because you ignored the vassals, you caused the children of the vassals to cause disaster to the world!" After the voice fell, one person walked into the main hall, and everyone turned around to look, only to see that it was Chen Ce, the commander-in-chief of the Yongwei Battalion.

Along with Chen Ce, there were also many well-armored brave guard soldiers. As soon as they entered, they took control of the huge palace, staring at the group of imperial relatives in the main hall.

The current Brave Guard Battalion is different from when we came back from the personal expedition last year.

Due to the vigorous development of the imperial court, the current Yongwei Battalion has expanded to nearly 5000 soldiers, and the Musketeer Battalion has also expanded to [-] people.

These 5000 people each carried a gun on their backs, and some people climbed up the surrounding walls and roofs and pointed at the people inside.

As long as they make a slight movement, countless lead bullets will shoot towards them.

The armor of the Yongwei Battalion has also been improved now, and the whole body is dark black. Including the heavy soldiers, everyone has a breastplate on their chest, and iron plates embedded in their boots.

What makes people shudder is not only their armor and firearms, these brave guards soldiers just stand there, giving people a sense of fear.

This is the feeling of suffocation that can only be exuded by veterans who have fought in battle, killed people, and fought through the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

In comparison, the more than [-] guards in Prince Fu's Mansion were like jagged thieves, and the difference between the two could be seen just by looking at them.

As for Zhu Youxiao's recent arrangements to guard the gates of the Forbidden City and guard the inner court, the guards are elites selected from the Yongwei Battalion.

For these soldiers, Chen Ce only had command power, and when they really fought, Zhu Youxiao could still take back his military power with a word.

During the Battle of the Southwest, many people had seen the bravery of the emperor himself in battle.

Chen Ce came to Zhu Changxun, with a sneer on his lips, bowed his head, and said softly:

"Your Majesty will send a message to Wang Ye at some point."

"Your Majesty said that he knew that such things as assassination, bewitching the clan and the court against the court were not instigated by you, the prince, but the country is in trouble, and you need to come forward, the prince."

"Just like what you said to the servants in the palace, this is the world of the old Zhu's family, right?"

When the words fell to the ground, Zhu Changxun's eyes tightened.

At that time, I muttered something to my servants, and these words actually reached his ears intact!

He subconsciously asked, "Did the factory guard do it?"

Chen Ce chuckled and didn't reply, because he didn't know how the emperor knew.

Some things, it is better to be confused.

Such a simple and common sentence, the emperor who lives in the Forbidden City, knows it clearly, isn't it enough to make people feel shivers down the spine?

In fact, besides the factory guard, Zhu Youxiao also secretly set up a dispute office, which even Wei Zhongxian and Xu Xianchun didn't know about.

Because everyone who knew about the existence of the Jiaoshi Mansion died strangely.

Chapter 212 Eastern Imperial Academy

In the first ten days of September, the wind blowing from Liao to Beijing seems to carry a hint of coolness, and silver snow falls lightly over the Forbidden City.

The flowers and trees in the palace were still green, and they were wrapped in a layer of winter clothes, which looked very eye-catching.

Perhaps it was because of this that the concubines in various palaces were all interested in going out for a walk.

The earth was still warm, the snow fell on the ground, and it melted in a short while. When Zhu Youxiao got up from Kunning Palace and went to Xinuan Pavilion, what he saw was just a damp place.

The courtiers of Zhidian Supervisor knew this, and Fu Sheng had half a day's leisure, so he saved his effort to clean up.

One of the officials from the Jiaoshi Mansion was kneeling in the Xinuang Pavilion, which was like spring all the year round, with his hands on his hands, in the Xinuang Pavilion. The faint fragrance that wafted made him feel in a trance.

All of a sudden, the sound of footsteps made his whole body tremble, and he was full of energy.

With a towel around his neck, Zhu Youxiao wiped off the water mist on his cheeks. As soon as he stepped into the warm pavilion, he flicked his left and right feet respectively, and then flew the bright yellow socks on his head, wandering barefoot in the warm fragrance of the warm pavilion .

The emperor was not in a hurry to receive the symphony, so he could only kneel down until his knees went numb, and then he heard a voice of heavenly language say lightly:

"Let it go, where is King Fu?"

Hearing this, Qiao Shi breathed a sigh of relief, glanced his eyes, but found no place to put the chorus, so he endured the pain, took a few steps on his knees, and placed it behind the emperor.

"Go back to Your Majesty, King Fu has arrived in Beijing."

"Find him a better guild hall to rest for a while, and I'll visit again some other day." Zhu Youxiao glanced at Qiao Shi, sighed, pulled up his strength and took the secret performance, then waved his hand and said:

"Chairman, please come here."

After a while, the chief assistant of the cabinet, Han Yu, walked into the Xinuang Pavilion with great anxiety in his heart, stepping on the wet floor.

After shouting greetings, he remained silent and waited for the oracle.

Behind him, the palace people hurriedly began to sweep away the foreign filth that the cabinet minister had brought all the way into the Nuan Pavilion.

The fate of Ye Xianggao, Yang Lian and others made Han Yu, an important minister in the cabinet of the time lord, be particularly concerned about his wealth and life.

Not everyone is willing to hurt the whole family, even the nine living clans, for the sake of fame. In Han Yu's view, this will also go to hell after death.

"have a look."

With a clatter, Zhu Youxiao threw out the secret performance.

Han Yu's heart tightened, and he opened the secret music calmly. After seeing the content above, he was relieved for no reason.

This time, no one can die...

The contents of the secret music can be large or small, and it is the latest news from the West.

On February 22, the second year of the Apocalypse, King Felipe III of Spain issued a decree officially approving the establishment of the Royal Academy, and claimed:

"The Royal Academy of Grand Francier mainly focuses on cultivating talents, and has the right to award bachelor's, master's and doctoral degrees."

The news in February did not reach Daming until September. This is because Zhu Youxiao asked the Jiaoshi Mansion to set up a department to inquire about the West. Otherwise, it is not certain when we will know.

Those who can sit in the position of Shoufu are all human beings without exception.

To be honest, Da Ming had nothing to do with the establishment of the Imperial Academy by Franji Yi, but the emperor must have had some idea in calling him here because of this matter.

Could it be that he wants to learn from Franz and establish an Imperial Academy in Daming to train high-quality talents for the imperial court?

But this is completely unnecessary. The Ming Dynasty has a strictly hierarchical imperial examination, which selects top scholars from all over the country to serve the country.

Isn't the function of establishing this Imperial College conflicting?

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

When he said this, Zhu Youxiao stood up from the chair, walked around Han Yu barefoot, stood there with his hands behind his back, and looked thoughtfully at a shriveled ginseng.

"This……"

Han Yu hesitated.

This is a sub-question. If you answer it wrong, it is still a proposition.

Of course, the emperor will not directly kill you, he will secretly be disappointed in you, and then his attitude will slowly change.

He can bear the unsatisfactory answer to one question, but he can still bear with the second and third questions.

Han Yu knew very well that if the chief minister of the cabinet wants to be stable, he must learn from Wei Zhongxian, even though he is the leader of Donglin.

This is really ironic...

"I have read Yang Sichang's book, and he said that today's nursing homes in various places have long been ineffective, and there are many homeless children every day. I think that the imperial court can follow the example of Franz Jiyi and establish an Imperial College in Suncheon. .”

"Oh--?"

Zhu Youxiao turned his head slowly, glanced at him slightly and said:

"Go on, I'm listening."

Han Yu wiped off his cold sweat, half of the stones fell from his heart:

"I don't know much about Franjiyi's Imperial College."

"But I feel that instead of letting these homeless children freeze to death and starve to death, it is better to let them enter the Imperial Academy, be deeply favored by the country, and grow up to serve the country and the emperor!"