Guangzong Yaoming

Chapter 62: The King, His Ministers, and His Assistants
Seeing Tian Le hesitated for a moment and then sat down, Zhu Changluo asked, "As the Grand Marshal sees it, have I been diligent since I was ordered to supervise state affairs?"

"Your Highness is concerned about the country and the people, and I admire you very much."

"Your knowledge is still rudimentary, and you need to ask more about military and national affairs." Zhu Changluo looked at him, "I would like to ask the Grand Marshal: Now that Bozhou has been pacified, the new border of Songshan has cut off the right arm of the northern barbarians, and the Beijing camp has been reorganized, what dangers should we prepare for?"

Tian Yi felt a little startled and looked at the heir.

"The Beijing garrison guards the capital and is ready to take action whenever necessary. They are prepared for both internal and external troubles." This is a broad answer.

"I would like to ask the Grand Marshal: Given the current situation in the Ming Dynasty, where are the internal worries and who are the external threats?"

Tian Le understood clearly that this was a request for him to further reveal his true feelings.

Opposite him is the successor emperor, and he is his subject.

The king can ask for advice from his subjects, but the subjects cannot test the king's mind.

Tian Le can choose to tell the truth or not, and choose whether to protect himself or not.

He actually doesn't like gambling, he always plans before making decisions.

Is the journey boring?

Tian Le stood up again and said, "I have discussed the strategy of suppressing bandits and the use of the new frontier in Songshan. Your Highness knows it clearly and can trust it. Then I will tell you everything I know. The external threat is not a concern, but the internal troubles are already incurable. Even if there is a good prescription, I cannot cure it."

"…Since there is a good prescription, why can't it be cured?"

Tian Le bent down and said, "A good prescription for a disease must be based on the principle of the main, auxiliary, and assistant medicines. Nowadays, we have the assistant medicine, the assistant medicine, and the assistant medicine, but the main medicine is hard to find, so I cannot treat it."

Zhu Changluo looked at him and was silent for a while before saying, "Grand Marshal, I don't know anything about medicine. Even in writing, I can only write straightforwardly."

"Your Highness is eloquent. I know military affairs, and I also know Your Highness." Tian Le was still bent over.

Zhu Changluo spoke for a long time before continuing: "There was Zhang Jiangling before, and in today's world, is it really easy to find medicine for me?"

"If the main medicine is suitable for the main symptom, why should it be difficult to find the auxiliary medicine?"

"…Are you testing yourself to be alone?"

"I don't dare."

Zhu Changluo looked at him without much dissatisfaction in his heart.

When he was fighting for the world, why did Taizu make others submit to him?

It's just that you are right and people think they should listen to you.

No matter if listening to you can realize one's ambitions, or following you can gain wealth and glory.

You always have to say it first, even if it's just the same ideal slogan, even if it's just a pie in the sky.

Now, although one is the king and the other is the minister, what Zhu Changluo needs is not the superficial obedience of others.

He took a deep breath and said, "I mentioned Zhang Jiangling, and you still responded?"

"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."

This irrelevant sentence shocked Zhu Changluo, who knew that he had already realized the murderous intent in it.

"Good! The Grand Marshal really knows military affairs! Stand up and uncover the silk cloth on the central screen behind you."

"My minister obeys."

Tian Le straightened up and glanced at him.

What's behind him, naturally, can't be easily shown to others. If he saw it, but couldn't become the minister, then he would be crushed into mud.

So he said, "Your Highness, even if the medicine is suitable for your condition, it should not be used too strongly. I always make plans before taking action. Your Highness should try more medicines."

But his hands did not slow down and he uncovered the cloth.

The two lines of words on it made Tian Le's eyes startled, and then they turned red.

His hands were shaking slightly. After putting down the cloth, he turned his back to Zhu Changluo and asked, "Your Highness, will you write it here? Forgive me for being frank, but palace secrets are often leaked..."

"I just wrote this after the Grand Marshal arrived at Ciqing Palace."

Zhu Changluo stood up. This time, only the emperor and his minister were present. He bowed again and said, "I want to be a wise emperor, and I will let the world know that I am a wise emperor! But even the Grand Marshal is worried that these words will leak out, which shows that the prescription I prescribed is right. Grand Marshal, can you give me the medicine?" Tian Le turned around slowly, lifted up his vermilion robe, and knelt down with great courtesy.

"I...will die!" His voice was a little choked, "But I dare to advise Your Highness! This is a plan that will shake the earth and the country! Your Highness knows the main problem, and you shouldn't show it to me easily. To cure the internal troubles of the Ming Dynasty, I am willing to die; the Ming Dynasty has met a wise master, Your Highness cannot afford to make any mistakes! The king's medicine is only this one, and I can slowly prepare it with my assistants. The difficulty of the fire, I hope Your Highness will understand!"

One bowed and the other cried and kowtowed. The cloth on the screen behind Tian Le shook gently, covering the words behind it.

"Sir, please stand up."

Zhu Changluo went over and held his hand, and the way he addressed him had changed.

Seeing Tian Le was so excited that he almost shed tears, Zhu Changluo couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

This is the situation I have been looking forward to since yesterday.

"If I were just reckless, how could I understand those twelve words? Sir, please read!"

After Zhu Changluo helped him stand up, he walked to the other screens on both sides and opened them one by one.

"After my father became seriously ill, he allowed me to know the secrets and supervise state affairs. I have been working day and night for several months!" Zhu Changluo looked at Tian Le eagerly, "According to my order, the eunuchs have already been rectifying the situation. Only the eunuchs of the Imperial Household Department and my companions know these thoughts! Yesterday, you understood the profound meaning of my vernacular edict, which was like a blessing. I read your deeds last night. If I had not been certain in my heart, how could I easily tell you?!"

Tian Le looked at this novel thing in a daze.

On one screen were densely packed memorials and minutes, while on the other screen were records of Tian Le's deeds over the years.

Jinyiwei, military supervisors, colleagues' performance appraisals, memorials and so on...

His lips trembled a little: "I am making a rash judgment... Your Highness is a man of great talent, and he cares about the country even more than I do... It has been more than 30 years, your Majesty... Mr. Zhang..."

Tian Le walked to the screen in the middle in a somewhat inappropriate manner, opened it again, and looked at the twelve words on it.

Through tearful eyes, the vague figure of Zhang Juzheng seemed to appear behind the six words "Officials and gentry pay taxes together".

Although Tian Le knew that Zhang Juzheng probably didn't dare to think so, he just wanted to... make some changes... to give the Ming Dynasty some life...

And the following line, "All professions are represented in the court", reminded him of the many people he had met over the years, many people other than scholars.

Farmers, soldiers, merchants, craftsmen, miners, cooks... they are also the common people of the Ming Dynasty!

Tian Le had never thought so far, nor did he dare to think so far.

In the following ten years, Tian Le just hoped that the emperor would wake up and realize that he had wronged Zhang Jiangling.

If it wasn't for the emperor and the Ming dynasty, why would Zhang Jiangling make enemies with officials and gentry? Isn't it better to be humble and modest?
But the emperor is hiding!
Now, he suddenly suffered a stroke, and his successor was a weak and cowardly eldest son who lived in seclusion in the deep palace and had little education.

Tian Le was old both physically and mentally, and was planning to resign and return to his hometown at any time, but today he suddenly saw these twelve words.

Seeing that in the mind of the successor emperor, there are not only officials and gentry, but also common people. This is a complete Ming Dynasty!
"gentlemen?"

"…I have lost my manners…I…"

"I understand! I really understand! Most people in the world are good at planning for their own future. Loyal and virtuous people often leave regrets, and wise rulers are always disliked by their ministers!" Zhu Changluo grabbed his arm tightly, "Now the Grand Marshal said that I cannot afford to make any mistakes. I am a wise ruler, and I want you to take care of yourself and help me rebuild the government and promote virtuous people! Sir, please sit down and tell me. I will go and call Tian Yi and others..."

Tian Le was helped by him to sit on the chair and watched his back as he hurriedly left.

The fact that he had to go in person to call for help shows that the successor monarch also knew the seriousness of the matter and had already dismissed his attendants.

He stood up again uneasily and looked around his successor's study.

Based on what he had heard in the past, if it really started with the emperor contracting a stroke... then he must have worked day and night, and must be a genius.

Unlike Zhang Jiangling, he is the future emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and he possesses...higher power.

As long as this power is used in the right way and in the right place, what Zhang Jiangling couldn't do, with the joint efforts of the emperor, his ministers and his assistants, maybe... it can really be done.

Looking at the four framed words: Recreate the brilliant future.

Tian Le also understood why he was so anxious about his appearance.

The emperor also knows military affairs!
Without a new conquest of the empire, how could the officials and gentry be willing to pay taxes and give up their positions in the court to the "untouchables" of all walks of life?
"Tell them to prepare lunch! And bring three more stools!"

The heir's voice came from far away, followed by the sound of several footsteps.

Tian Yi and Chen Ju only greeted him with a greeting, but Cheng Jing smiled and said, "Grand Marshal, it's fun to be on the same road."

(End of this chapter)