I'm really not the carpenter emperor

Seeing that the emperor had finished approving the notebook, Wang Chaofu, the steward of the Qianqing Palace who had been waiting by his side, hurriedly winked outside the pavilion.

A young eunuch silently walked into the Xinuang Pavilion, picked up more than sixty notebooks, turned around and left.

Zhu Youxiao stretched his waist, sighing silently in his heart, being an emperor in the Ming Dynasty is really not a worry-free job.

It’s not just that you can’t worry about it. If you want to hold everything in your hands and strengthen the centralization of power, you have to personally intervene and criticize every book.

The establishment of the military computer room is just to facilitate the issuance of imperial edicts in the future, gradually forming a mode of bypassing the cabinet, drafting orders from the ceremonial supervisor, and issuing them directly from the military computer room.

The current military computer room is not yet the complete military computer room of the later Qing Dynasty, but it has become more and more important under the heavy power of the emperor, intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course, just approving notebooks is not enough.

After these more than 60 memorials are approved, there must be more than 60 decrees, which will be effective!Otherwise, like the younger brother of the Chongzhen Emperor, it is useless to spend effort and time to approve it, so how can it be done?

The elements to ensure that these more than 60 decrees are issued to the localities are firstly to have military power, secondly to have a bureaucratic system that obeys orders, and thirdly to have corresponding supervisory officials.

The Supervisory Office, Dongchang, and the Jiaoshifu, which only Zhu Youxiao himself knows so far, are all such institutions that serve the emperor exclusively.

After receiving the order in a certain place, the officials still go their own way, and the roles of the Supervision Department and the East Factory come into play. They will collect criminal evidence and send it to the capital.

Zhu Youxiao will use these evidences to exaggerate and replace those magistrates who don't stop talking with obedient ones.

Over time, the local government will gain some control.

The various disasters that gradually began in the second year of Tianqi were a heavy blow to the Ming Dynasty, but they also had benefits, that is, Zhu Youxiao didn't have to make up any more reasons, and he could start to rectify the court officials in a legitimate way.

During the earthquake in the three provinces of Shandong, Zhu Youxiao promoted a group of new royalist civil servants headed by Wen Tiren and Yang Sichang. They are now serving at the grassroots level and shining brightly.

This time the Yellow River breached and flooded more than 150 miles of Suining in the south of Zhili Province.

There is no need for Zhu Youxiao to use the "Beijing News" to create any momentum, just issue an order to change a group of officials, because at this juncture, no one will object to the imperial court's rescue of the people.

"Boom--!"

Just at this moment, when Zhu Youxiao fell into his thoughts, a thunderbolt sounded in the air, and the lightning struck the air, making the hall instantly bright like daytime.

The Xuande stove burning sandalwood toppled over with a bang, and the sound pierced the Jade Palace.

Chao Fu scrambled and rushed into the Xinuang Pavilion, with trembling hands, holding a secret performance that had just been sent by Qufu Jiaoshi, looking at the emperor Tianqi who was not in the slightest panic, heaved a sigh of relief:

"Master! The secret performance you've been waiting for is here, here it is!"

Hearing this, Zhu Youxiao raised his head, fixed his eyes on the melody in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in an emotionless voice:

"Read!"

Chao Fu tremblingly opened the secret music, just glanced at it, and knew what the outcome of this matter would be.

He naturally understands the nature of this emperor, how can he be the one who can let others ride on his head, the Confucian Mansion, this time is going to be a catastrophe!

He pressed his knees firmly against the hall, and at this moment, the faint candles in the hall were blown out by a sudden gust of wind, and through another flash of lightning, he suddenly saw the eunuchs kneeling around him, and the emperor's Frosty face.

The melody is concise and powerful, with only a small line of words, but it is enough to make the Emperor Tianqi understand the whole story.

"After investigation: it is the work of the Confucian government!"

Chapter 236 Please Stop Inner City

The Ciqing Palace next to Donghuamen is the courtyard in the Forbidden City that is most directly affected by the hustle and bustle of the Danei Night Market.

As the future crown prince's dormitory, there is a noisy field separated by a door. The maids and eunuchs of each palace and bureau come and go, forming a landscape that the Ming Empire never had before the Tianqi Dynasty.

Since Zhu Youxiao ascended the throne in August of the 48th year of Wanli, an imperial edict announced the establishment of the Da Nei Night Market, which was specially used as a trading place for palaces, prisons and bureaus in the Forbidden City.

At first, because Emperor Tianqi was young and the queen was not selected, the hustle and bustle of the inner city did not affect anyone at all, so it was preserved.

To this day, Zhu Ciran, the eldest son of the emperor of the empire, has turned one year old, but he still can't speak for a long time. The ministers were shocked by this, and they all went to the siege to ask for dismissal from the inner city.

The words of the ministers were that the inner market outside the Ciqing Palace offended the souls of the former princes who lived here in the past, and angered the eldest son of the emperor.

In order for the eldest son of the emperor, Zhu Ciran, to become a wise and virtuous king in the future, two-thirds of the ministers jointly urged them to stop the inner city during the regular court meeting recently.

Zhu Youxiao, who had just returned to Xinuange from the court meeting, kicked off his two bright yellow boots and sat on the dragon chair, he really couldn't figure out why these ministers like to meddle in the emperor's family affairs so much?

"The emperor calmed down, but he just set up an inner market next to Donghua Gate, and there is no prince living in Ciqing Palace. The ministers are purely eating radish and worrying about it."

After hearing what the servant beside him said, Zhu Youxiao sneered, raised his eyes and said:

"I haven't seen you before, did you just transfer to Qianqing Palace today?"

Seeing the emperor's attention, the eunuch hurriedly knelt on the ground and said:

"The maidservant is gifted by the prince who is in charge of the Qianqing Palace, so she can come to the Qianqing Palace to serve your old man."

"The emperor forgives..."

"So, you came into contact with Wang Chaofu in private and went through the back door?" Zhu Youxiao also found it very interesting when he heard this.

In the past few years as the emperor, no matter how big or small the eunuchs are, they all have one thing in front of the other and another behind the back. This one in front of him is actually so honest.

"You're telling the truth, what's your name?"

"Slave Wang Cheng'en!"

After the little eunuch finished speaking, Zhu Youxiao paid him a few more glances, but quickly withdrew his gaze, and said lightly:

"I think you surrendered yourself sincerely, let me forgive you this time, and call Wang Chaofu."

"Thank you, the emperor, for not killing me, and this servant will leave." Wang Chengen's heart tightened, and he retreated cautiously.

When he walked out of the Nuan Pavilion, Zhu Youxiao glanced over and smiled softly: "Is this the eunuch who died with Zhu Youjian later..."

Historically, if Wang Chengen was able to sit in that position, Zhu Youxiao would not believe that Wang Chengen was a completely honest person. Just saying that he could go to Qianqing Palace to appear in front of him is definitely not an easy thing to do.

Moreover, it is said that this Wang Chengen is also a disciple of Wei Zhongxian's nemesis Wang An, but now he appears in the palace, so there is only one possibility.

This honest-looking eunuch has already changed his family and voted for the eunuch party.

Thinking of this, Zhu Youxiao raised the corners of his mouth, and said lightly to the empty Xinuang Pavilion: "Go and check his details."

Immediately, an officer came out from the side hall, clasped his fists in salute, turned around and left the Xinuang Pavilion.

Speaking of the discussion of dismissing the inner market this time, it started because Zhu Ciran was one year old. On this matter, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were very united.

Except for some hard-core imperial party members, the other two-thirds of the civil servants, and even Wei party officials joined the ranks of the joint performance, which was still led by the chief assistant of the cabinet, Han Yu.

Han Yu was an old slicker. Ever since Ye Xianggao was imprisoned, the successor chief minister of the cabinet seldom showed any attitude on important occasions.

It is basically the opinion of the entire imperial court that he can take the lead.

Han Yu said that the distance between the inner city and the Prince's East Palace was too close. Firstly, it would be heard by the people outside the wall, which would damage the majesty of the royal family.

In fact, the joint performance of the civil servants this time is very reasonable.

Zhu Youxiao stood by the window with his hands behind his back. It was the winter month of the second year of Tianqi. It was a cold and lonely day, and the north wind was blowing outside the window. The Xuande stove in the warm pavilion was burning fiercely, but it was as warm as summer.

Zhu Youxiao returned to his seat, picked up the pen and put it down again, repeatedly, put down the pen, and turned to look at the old mountain ginseng that had dried up.

He still remembered that a girl from Liao land dug it out with her immature hands. Compared with those ordinary people, this entanglement is nothing.

For some reason, Emperor Tianqi shuddered.

Wang Chaofu, who had just been summoned, quickly closed half of the palace doors, came over with a hand warmer on the ground, and said respectfully:

"Your Highness, one is cold and the other is hot, beware of the wind."

Zhu Youxiao raised his chin, instructed him to get up and put the stove under his feet, and said softly:

"Wang Cheng'en, he told me all about it. You called me, right?"

When mentioning this matter, Wang Chaofu wished he could kick Wang Chengen out. He used to be very smart, but now that the eyes of the emperor are lowered, he is as stupid as a pig.

It has been an unwritten secret for a long time to manage this kind of thing. When Wang Chaofu was promoted to the post of steward of the Qianqing Palace, it was Wei Zhongxian who saw that this kid was capable, so he introduced him.

Otherwise, Wang Chaofu would never see Emperor Tianqi in his life.

Emperor Tianqi was so wise, how could Xiao Jiujiu not know this, everyone knew it, at that time Zhu Youxiao asked Wang Chaofu to read the memorial, and he acted cleverly, so he stayed.

The same opportunity was in front of Wang Chengen, and it was fine if this kid didn't seize it, but he actually dragged himself into the water. If he had known, he wouldn't have been called!

When Wang Chaofu heard the words, he immediately knelt down on the ground and said tremblingly:

"Your Majesty, this is a servant who violated the regulations, punish the servant..."

Seeing this, Zhu Youxiao, who had been depressed all the time, was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, waved him to get up, and asked:

"When did I say to punish you?"

"You have done a good job as a steward. With you by my side, I feel comfortable. Let go of 180 hearts."

Chao Fu wept with joy, kowtowed again and again, and there was a continuous "boom boom".

"But this matter, don't let it happen in the future. All the elders are recommended by their relatives. It doesn't sound good to say it, does it?"

Zhu Youxiao's tone suddenly became cold.

Wang Chaofu was well aware of the ruthlessness of the emperor's heart, and after being happy for a while, he hastily bowed again: "Your servant knows it, and your servant remembers it!"

"Ah."

Zhu Youxiao nodded, and continued to focus on the concert on the table. After thinking for a while, he made up his mind and said:

"Call the cabinet ministers to come in, and just say that I have made a decision."

Wang Chaofu didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, and hastily obeyed the order to leave the Xinuang Pavilion. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell the little eunuch not to forget to change the stove under the emperor's feet frequently.

Chapter 237 How about you come?

"Your Majesty, drink some tea to soothe your throat."

Recently, Zhang Yan was suffering from the wind and cold, coughing dryly on the couch, leaning on the palace servants to help her up, trying her best to support her heavy body, and looking towards the direction of Xinuange.

She took the cup of tea held by the female officer Ai Shi and took a few sips.

This is Li Shi, the admiral of Suzhou Weaving Eunuch, who cooperated with local tea merchants to pay tribute to the Jianning Prefecture bud tea. It is made from extremely tender new buds.

Zhang Yan swallowed it into her throat, only to feel like clear water.

Since she suffered from the wind and cold, she has no taste of eclipses every day, let alone the fragrance and the way of tribute tea.Let it be Huaying Xianpin, plants and rare plants, for the current Zhang Yan, as long as it can quench his thirst once, it is good.

Women always think a lot.

In the past, Zhang Yan always pursued new things, and privately asked Emperor Tianqi for a chance to go out of the palace in disguise.

She said that she wanted to go to the Beijing Central Lantern Festival and see how lively the common people's market was just one palace wall away.

Fortunately, she met a wonderful person. In front of others, Zhu Youxiao was a ruthless emperor who would take life and death, and there were many bones under his feet.

In front of Zhang Yan, Zhu Youxiao was a caring and considerate husband who couldn't bear her soft-heartedness. The one who came the most was her Kunning Palace.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the gradually developed relationship between the two that the couple Zhu Youxiao and Zhang Yan have become true love empresses that are completely different from the previous dynasties in the folks.

Now suffering from the wind and cold, Zhang Yan felt as if she was dead. She couldn't eat, she was drowsy all day long, and had a splitting headache. How could she even think about going out of the palace to play.

Those things that were longed for in the past are not as good as the emperor's visit, the two of them sleep together, the so-called love is nothing more than that.

As soon as Zhang Yan woke up, she felt tired again. She put down a cup of tea, looked at Ai Shi impatiently, and lazily opened her mouth:

"Is there any result to the request of the ministers to withdraw the inner city?"

Ai Shi said:

"Returning to your lord, the chief inspector of ceremonies has just passed the news to the harem, saying that the elder Han Ge and the six ministers have been waiting in the hall for a long time, and they were called into the Xinuan Pavilion not long ago."

"You know Your Majesty best, what is Your Majesty doing?"

Ash blinked his eyes and asked.

"He, he has figured it out..." Zhang Yan was about to speak, but she stopped suddenly, changed into a slightly indifferent face, turned around and walked back to the phoenix couch, saying:

"This is a state matter, so don't inquire about it in the harem."

Seeing Ai's leaving resentfully, Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Since she became a queen, she is no longer the carefree 16-year-old girl she used to be.

In the huge empire, there are also intrigues in the harem.

Even with the favor of the current emperor, one still has to be careful about everything, and if one word is wrong, it may cause unnecessary trouble to that person.

Even though she is in the harem, Zhang Yan has heard a little about all kinds of natural and man-made disasters that happened in the empire.

Now that the emperor is suffering from a headache, not only can he solve his problems, but at least he should make sure that the harem does not drag down the affairs of the court.

Thinking about it, Zhang Yan took off her shoes and lay down on the couch again.