hotmtlnovel Chapter 1193 Adoption
Chapter 1193 Adoption
As time went by, the thirty-seventh year of Shaowu arrived in the blink of an eye, which was 4683 in the Yanhuang calendar and 1683 in the Western calendar.
The emperor has been in power for thirty-seven years, which happens to be his sixtieth birthday.
Needless to say, the grandeur of the Wanshou Festival is a grand one. The court started preparations as early as a year ago and it is estimated that it will cost 5 million yuan.
The Ministry of Internal Affairs selected rare treasures from various places several years in advance and sent them to the newly built Western Region Palace in Yuquan Villa to enrich it.
"Your Highness, there is news from Hulunbuir in Horqin that the Rakshasa people have bypassed the North Sea, and the Daur people have found their footprints in the wilderness, and they seem to be lingering around the Ergun River and never leaving!"
The Secretary of the Ministry of War, with his buttocks on the stool, was describing the military situation with a serious face.
"Hulunbuir?" Zhu Cuququ frowned: "Bring over the map!"
Soon, the eunuch brought a vast map.
The prince looked directly north, aiming at the location of General Horqin's mansion.
The area of General Horqin's Mansion is very large, with Liaodong and Jilin to the east, Chahar to the south, and Fuguo to the west.
The north leads directly to the vast wasteland.
It can be said that in terms of area, General Horqin is three to five times the size of Liaodong.
The number of herdsmen under his rule exceeds 50,000, and there are hundreds of tribes. The Horqin City under his direct jurisdiction has about 100,000 residents.
In extreme cases, 80,000 troops can be recruited.
"It's too far away from Horqin, at least a thousand miles, so management is inconvenient."
Zhu Cunqu frowned and remained silent.
He has no fear of the Rakshasa people. He can easily drive them away as long as he sends troops.
But if you drive them away, they will still come back.
In the vast Northeast region, the rough General Horqin's Mansion is no longer suitable.
"Your Highness, we can let Fu Guo coordinate to send troops, but these Rakshasa people will disappear on their own." The Minister of War suggested.
“Treat the symptoms but not the root cause!”
Zhu Cunqu shook his head: "The Horqin area is too large, unreasonable and inconvenient to manage."
"As far as I know, this Hulunbuir grassland is one of the few good places in the north. It needs serious development."
Hearing this, Shangshu felt blessed again: "We can set up a military town, where the soldiers and the people can be integrated to cultivate the land and guard the border!"
“This was the case in Anxi in the past, and that’s why we have such a grand occasion today!”
Zhu Cunqu nodded.
Anxi is divided into northern Xinjiang and southern Xinjiang, with oasis in southern Xinjiang and grassland in northern Xinjiang.
Because immigrants are basically concentrated in northern Xinjiang, living around rivers, cultivating wasteland, and training militia.
The Han people who huddled together to keep warm formed military camps. They farmed in peacetime, formed soldiers when necessary, and even had firearms.
They were not afraid of the Mongols or the Uighurs. They defended their land and property, established a firm foothold in northern Xinjiang, and built cities one after another.
Thanks to Emperor Hongfu, Shaanxi township parties poured into Anxi in large numbers, bringing the total population of Anxi to more than 2 million. Han people accounted for nearly 800,000, making them the largest ethnic group. Most of them were assimilated to Mongolians.
The Hulunbuir area has military camps in the border areas, allowing them to have firearms that can effectively resist the Rakshasa people.
"You go and draw up a charter for this matter, make sure it's detailed!"
"Yes!"
After finishing the discussion, Zhu Cunqu rubbed his temples.
From the Ministry of Finance, then to the Ministry of Household Affairs, and now to the Ministry of War, he has changed over and over again among the eight ministries.
In order not to interfere with the administration, he no longer served as Shangshu. The emperor directly appointed him as Supervisor Shangshu, only making decisions that did not involve political affairs.
The military power of the Ming Dynasty was divided into three parts. The Si Yamen of the Beijing Camp managed the Beijing Camp and the border troops, and the Governor's Office of the Fifth Army took charge of the provincial patrol camps.
The Ministry of War is responsible for the logistics support of all armies, as well as the promotion of mid-level and senior officers.
At the same time, outside the country, the Inspectorate also has a patrol censor to inspect the army on a regular basis.
In fact, the emperor also has a staff department, which is responsible for the staff affairs of the army. It is directly in charge of the military law department, and its presence is not strong.
This system has been maintained for more than thirty years, with mutual checks and balances, and has always been very stable.
But after hanging around the Ministry of War for more than a year, Zhu Cunqu smelled a different atmosphere:
Ambition.
The Ministry of War was unwilling to have its power divided.
But everyone will have ambitions, and the same goes for Babu.
The Ministry of Rites likes to compete with the Ministry of Personnel for the first place in the eight departments, while the Ministry of Husband wants to reunite the three departments into one.
When the Ministry of War regains power, the power of ordinary officials will naturally increase, and the power of the Minister of War will naturally increase. This is the need of all.
Zhu Cunqu was afraid.
Didn't the Ministry of War of the previous dynasty take advantage of the collapse of the nobles in the Tumu Fort to gain military power?
The past has proved that Xungui's decline is far faster than imagined.
"Sir, King Qin has entered the capital!"
Suddenly, the chamberlain ran over and said.
"Okay, I get it now!"
Zhu Cunqu nodded.
He has no scruples about his brothers who have no competition for the throne. He is only sad that he has not seen them for many years.
Although the royal family is ruthless, under the enfeoffment policy, the friendship between the princes is quite deep.
Shortly after the Minister of Rites welcomed King Qin to the capital, the prince visited his residence and entered the palace with him.
In the carriage, the two brothers sat opposite each other.
King Qin was one year older than him. He had fair skin and was already stout in middle age. He had a big belly, a long beard, and a yellow tuanlongmang uniform, which made him quite majestic.
Prince Zhu Cunqu is relatively lean and wears the same tuanlongmang uniform. If you look closely, you can see that they are about 30% similar.
"Brother!" Zhu Cunqu was the first to speak: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but I miss you dearly."
King Qin also sighed: "Third brother, I am the same way. I often recall the capital in my dreams. What if Qin is not as good as the capital!"
"Are your father and mother in good health?"
"Kang Jian." The prince smiled and said, "On the New Year's Eve, you and I can be reunited as brothers."
After entering the palace, the two brothers met with the emperor and the queen. The King of Qin even stayed in the palace of his biological mother, Zhang Man, for a long time, and did not leave until dusk.
As the Longevity Festival approaches, the vassal kings arrive in Beijing one after another.
In the middle of February, King Qi arrived.
Then there are nineteen kings, including King Fu, King Liang, King Yue, King Wei, King Qi, King Qi, King Xiang, King Ji, King Cao, and King Guo. The last ones to arrive were the kings of Liao and Xing who had traveled thousands of miles.
Among the twenty-two vassal kings, the King of Fujian was ill in bed and could not come, so he sent his prime minister.
The youngest is King Zou, ranked twenty-three. He has just turned twenty and became a vassal last year.
Naturally, the remaining thirty-odd princes do not have vassal vassals, and they have not even been crowned kings.
The emperor didn't tolerate them either. They went into the small courtyard three by one to stay, but there was no palace for them to stay.
The tenth day of May is the Longevity Festival.
The kings were led by the prince, and then they lined up in turn. They all wore wild robes, which could be said to be extremely conspicuous.
"My sons and ministers wish my father a long life—"
The vassal princes, who were said to be isolated and powerful in the country, at this time restrained their dignity, acted cautiously, and knelt on the ground to congratulate the emperor.
"Be flat!"
Zhu Yixi smiled and waved her hand.
The eunuch on the side immediately took out the imperial edict and began to read it.
This is another major event to seal the king.
In the seventh year of Shaowu, the fifteenth year of Shaowu, and the twenty-third year of Shaowu, a total of twenty-six kings were granted the title, including the prince.
In the 30th year of Shaowu's reign, eight kings were enfeoffed: King Hu, King Xiang, King Sui, King Fei, King Ni, King Tan, King Bei, and King Chan.
Up to now, as the emperor's age increases, it becomes more and more difficult for heirs to have children. The situation that used to happen together is no longer the case. After the age of fifty, there is only one child a year.
The number of princes uncontrollably rose to fifty-two.
There are still eight princes who are of the right age to be crowned kings.
Therefore, this time, King Ding, King Ying, King Kui, King Bi, King Ying, King Cheng, King Liang, and King Yi were entrusted.
King Yi at the end, ranked forty-two, has just turned ten years old.
All the ministers were numb.
The feudal kings were stunned.
There were so many younger brothers that they couldn't recognize at all.
"Father, you must be strong and strong!"
King Qin and King Qi looked at each other, understanding each other.
The King of Liao was silent.
Damn it, he had dozens of concubines, and now he only has seven or eight sons, which is incomparable to his father.
A simple yet grand ceremony ended, and Zhu Yixi breathed a sigh of relief.
Next to him sat Zhu Fuyi, who had been crowned the grandson. At the age of nineteen, he was already eye-catching enough.
Zhu Yixi had been married to him two years ago. According to the custom, she was the daughter of a distinguished noble, just an ordinary countess.
The grandson was already pregnant, and in a few months, he would have to hold his great-grandson.
"You brothers, stay together less and stay apart more often. I am already old. I will leave the country and country of the Ming Dynasty to you in the future..."
The emperor sighed, and the princes agreed one after another.
For a while, the scene became a bit lively.
But the communication between the feudal princes was very narrow.
The King of Liao and King Xing fought fiercely, and so did the King of Qin and King Wei.
The prince's side is naturally his younger brother, King Xiang.
Zhu Yixi didn't care about their true feelings or their sincerity, and started drinking alone.
At this time, a eunuch suddenly came in a hurry: "Your Majesty!"
"The Prime Minister of Fujian wants to see you!"
"Let him in!"
I saw a middle-aged man in his forties, kneeling down with a sad face and tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty, there is news from the Kingdom of Fujian that His Royal Highness the King of Fujian has passed away——"
"What?" Zhu Yixi couldn't believe it: "Old Twelve is only thirty years old!"
For a moment, the emperor, who had been cultivating his energy for many years, actually had tears in his eyes.
The untimely death of the King of Fujian made Zhu Yixi feel sad in his heart.
"His Royal Highness, the vassal queen, is in good health, but it has become increasingly serious in recent years. Before I left, His Highness could no longer walk. He repeatedly expressed his wish to come to the capital to pay his birthday in person..."
"Let's just have a banquet!" Zhu Yixi lost interest. He stood up and waved his sleeves: "The prince stays, and everyone else disperses!"
Soon, all the kings dispersed, and only the prince helped the emperor to the couch.
Zhu Yixi leaned back on the soft pillow and closed her eyes to rest.
"The King of Fujian has no queen!"
Suddenly, the emperor opened his eyes: "Prince, what do you think should be done to King Min?"
"Can a prince be sent to suppress it?" The prince sighed in his heart. He was worthy of being the hero who revitalized the Ming Dynasty. He recovered very quickly.
"Your brothers are not suitable!" Zhu Yixi sat up and said, "The ones who are adults have already recruited many personal ministers, and they will cause trouble when they go to Fujian. The ones who are underage are too young, and they will easily cause trouble during a few years of idle time."
"Besides, even if the King of Fujian loses his heir, he cannot lose his incense!"
"What do you mean?" The prince was startled.
"Fu Zhuo is seventeen this year!"
"Yes!"
"Adopt him to the King of Fujian, it's just right!" Zhu Yixi said casually, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
But for the prince, it was a shock.
His own son is no longer a son, and his son becomes a son to his younger brother...
Seeing the prince's silence, Zhu Yixi began to teach:
"The relationship between the vassal and the vassal depends on the distance. The most important thing is the distance of blood. For you, when you inherit the throne in the future, there is nothing more trustworthy than your own son."
"In the future, there will inevitably be many incidents of annihilation of heirs in the vassal state, and adoption is inevitable!"
"It's a pity that your son is still missing..."
The next day, the kings knew that the emperor had adopted the emperor's grandson to the king of Fujian as his heir, and there was a lot of discussion.
No matter how you say it, this is the old emperor's order, and no one can refute it.