The emperor's dream has come true, and the wish of years of struggle has come true, but it is not the end! But it is just the beginning! After all, there are too many things that Mao Jue dislikes in this world.

And all the emperors, when he ascended the throne, he expanded his territory and used martial arts to pave his imperial career. With the crackling sound of firecrackers in the capital, Huang Degong realized his dream and made the front page headlines of the Imperial Capital Daily.

"Victory in Manila!"

"The Battlefield Style of the Fifth Corps of the Imperial Capital Legion!"

"The Return of the Vatican Luzon!"

The captured Spanish nobles had lost their value. The self-proclaimed noble Archbishop Andolema was sent to the downtown Fuzhou where the most victims of the Manila massacre were beheaded to prove the Ming Dynasty's determination to safeguard the empire and the dignity of the people's rights. While the people in the capital were welcomed by the people of the capital, the first brigade of the corps, who was a representative, ran off the train from the train station in a casual manner. Under the leadership of the female staff Gu Moyi, they arranged neatly in the attentive rows to salute, and roared majesticly to the people.

"Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away!!!"

The surging imperial spirit, firm imperial determination, and the mighty and handsome imperial soldiers who were tanned suddenly caused cheers all over the sky. The big girl and the little wife's cheeks were flushed, and the old woman wanted to be younger again. More than a dozen newspapers and magazines, including the Imperial Capital Daily, were so excited that they recorded this wonderful scene.

However, the winner is the king and the loser. While Mao Jue showed off his martial arts in the capital, no one noticed that the Zhu Ming royal family had lost their power and the glory of the past.

A large sea boat swayed and rushed to the shore again. The short Japanese warriors immediately shouted at Baga, driving a large group of equally short Japanese workers to pull the cables thrown by the sailboat, and dragged the large sailboat full of goods to the port.

The escalator was lowered from the boat, and the Japanese men ran onto the boat in sweat, carrying heavy package boxes like ants, dragging them to the shore. Several Ming people also got off the boat along the escalator next to them. An old man with a hunched face was slack, but the smiling old man was leading the way in front of him, asking about his well-being, while the three boys behind were curious and looked around.

Especially the young man in the lead, his pupils were strange and mixed with a gloomy feeling.

When Zhu Yuanzhang dealt with descendants of political opponents, he exiled some of them to the Korean Peninsula. Even when Mao Jue traveled through time, the descendants of these people had returned to the mainland to find their roots and ask for their ancestors. This time, Mao Jue was also learning and cut off a county of 100,000 stones of territory under the fief of Toyotomi family to give it to the crown prince Zhu Cilang and his two younger brothers, Yong Wang Zhu Cilang and Ding Wang Zhu Cijing, which left a root for Emperor Chongzhen's lineage.

"Your Majesty, this is Fukui Prefecture! The Regent will grant you this place! Those Tu tribes who should be here to welcome you!"

As the old eunuch leader greeted him excitedly, more than 20 vassals rode on Japanese horses and jogged down from the city that was leaning on the mountain. They chose to turn over and dismount and kowtow to the ground in a less standard Tang language.

"Meet the lord!"

Of course, Zhu Cilang would not thank Mao Jue, but when he looked at the Japanese who were kneeling on the ground, he still raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and then his eyes fell on Fukui Prefecture, which was on the verge of the sea and the sea and sky line, which seemed particularly majestic.

A stream of ambition suddenly burst out in his pupils again.

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Even if he ascended the throne and became the emperor, Mao Jue's life seemed to have not changed much. The office location of his residence was still the small three-story building in the center of the Central Government. It was still the previous office model. Everyone worked their own offices and came to regular meetings every weekend. The only change point was that he was busier.

When the prince accepted his new territory in Japan, Mao Jue received foreign guests in the State Guest Room as he performed in the Backview News Broadcast.

A row of large white sofas, a solid wood coffee table with white porcelain tea jars, a red carpet, and several large wardrobes. There are only the pictures of Zhang Borui, the Northern Song Dynasty on the pale yellow wall and the huge crystal lamp above the head.

This simple decoration is definitely full of great power in later generations, but for the Ming people who are so luxurious and superstitious in this era, it is really a bit shabby. There is not even a Dan Hall incense burner. How can I support the emperor's spirit? What's even more excessive is that I don't even wear bright yellow dragon robes. Mao Jue actually came out to meet him with just a set of woolen robes similar to Zhongshan suits. It was because Nan Ming came to make Qian Qianyi look contemptuous.

Of course, even if he was despised, Qian Qianyi only dared to mutter a few rough and reckless words in his heart, and he didn't dare to show it at all. After all, no matter what the environment is, what he was wearing, the person sitting comfortably on the big sofa in front of him was already a real oriental overlord! Not only did he not dare to be looked down upon, but he also bowed heavily to Mao Jue with great respect, and then he crawled on the ground, bent down and kneeled down, and bowed down with his whole body, proclaiming loudly.

"Long live the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"

To be honest, Mao Jue was a little surprised. In his impression, Donglin Fushe was a group of hypocritical and old-fashioned people. Although his character was not good, at least he was more yelling than anyone else. He originally thought that even if he drove the Kaiming Emperor off the stage, even if these guys did not take the initiative to declare war, the court and the people would have to denounce him as a traitor, so at the same time as he ascended the throne, he was ready for war.

The twenty corpses of the Xuhuai Army stationed in Xuzhou have begun to mobilize wars, and at the same time they have merged into the Dongjiang Shenyang Army, the Dongjiang Shenyang Army, which was merged into the Northern Field Army. The Iron-Renyi Army has also begun to travel to Nanyang, Henan in batches, preparing to face the fiery army of more than 400,000 Zuo Liangyu who fought with the remnants of the rebel army and entered Huguang. But he never expected that these scholars and officials were really strong in their desire to survive. After he passed the manifesto of emperorship to Ying Tian, ​​the Southern Ming delegation actually came to worship north in the name of congratulations.

The person who came was Qian Qianyi, the senior secretary of the Dongge who ranked relatively high in the Nanming Cabinet.

This court meeting means that the scholars and officials in Jiangnan also admitted that they replaced Zhu Ming and established Mao Ming's orthodox nature. Especially his worship speech is also very interesting, the lord of Jiangnan!

In history, the Southern Tang, who was extremely cowardly, called himself this when he visited the Northern Song emperor.

interesting!

"Sir Qian, please give me a gift."

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Mao Jue made his voice thicker, and waved his sleeves to his side openly and smiled, "Please sit down by Lord Qian."

It was still a little too early to put this great style. Qian Qianyi was so scared that he was trembling by Mao Jue's words. He was trembling for a long time before he was far away from Mao Jue, sitting down on the edge of his butt next to the edge of the sofa, and then sat down, and stood up suddenly like a hot butt. The old guy bowed heavily again.

"According to the order of my lord, Qian congratulates Your Majesty on compassion with Yao and Shun, and for the world and ascends to the great treasure. I brought the Nanjin Qianduan to this trip, and picked up twenty girls, fifty boxes of gold, one hundred thousand taels of silver, ten coral trees, and twenty hu of pearls to congratulate Your Majesty! I hope Your Majesty will accept it with a smile!"

Whether Emperor Hongguang or the Dukes of Donglin, they all had to spend extravagance, they had to build palaces, books and biography, and they had to maintain the front line to fight against Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong. The finances of the Southern Ming Dynasty have always been on the verge of collapse, not much better than the Chongzhen era, and this gift was considered a huge investment.

But this book is not enough. Mao Jue can't even smell the atmosphere of war. How could these Donglin scholars and officials not be able to smell it? The new king ascended the throne was at a time when the war was inflicted. The Sui Dynasty destroyed Chen and the Northern Song Dynasty destroyed the Southern Tang Dynasty were all bloody examples in history. Mao Jue was very likely to use this force to rush his troops south and take Yingtian directly. With the newly formed Nanzhen, the Donglin gentlemen really had no confidence.

Although Mao Jue may not necessarily fail to turn against him after receiving the gift, he can delay for a while for a while. He was careful, Qian Qianyi's old eyes secretly glanced at Mao Jue's expression and pondered.

But what made his fifteen buckets go up and down was that from beginning to end, Mao Jue smiled unpredictably, and did not act like a lie, but just nodded with a smile.

"The king of Jiangnan is worried, so I will refuse."

As for the return of gifts, Mao Jue didn't mention it at all. He was a profiteer and more competent emperor, so how could he make unnecessary investments on a broken ship like Nanming? Not only did he not return the gifts, Mao Jue immediately hit Qian Qianyi's forehead with a heavy burden.

"This trip, Lord Qian came just right, and there were many former royal families in the capital, who had been thinking about the ancestral temple but could not get it. Since Lord Qian came this trip, he would take them to the ancestral temple together, which would relieve the family's homesickness, which is also considered a kind of virtue."

When Mao Jue occupied the north, there were many royal families in the Ming court. The bigger ones were King Lu, King Jing, King Heng, King Zhou, King Jin, King De, King Lu, etc., with tens of thousands of people. These big fools jumped out when Mao Jue had just stabilized the capital, shouting that the court would return their fiefdoms. Each of them gave another one.80 million taels of silver and went back to continue to be their rice insects.

In history, the Qing Dynasty was in charge of the Qing Dynasty. These people were simply chopped off by a knife, and when it came to Mao Jue, it was a little troublesome. After all, he had tinkered with public opinion. If he had chopped off his head and caught all the descendants of the Zhu family, it would be hard to get over it. Moreover, it was difficult to explain to Changping, who was selling his princess's life. A while ago, he had no choice but to invest in building a steel factory for them and send them to make steel.

Mao Jue lived in the city where he lived in later generations. When he was a child, these Tonggang workers were his most envious objects. The salary of state-owned enterprises was twice as high as that of his parents. During the Chinese New Year and holidays, the unit also had big fish and meat to pay benefits. Every time relatives gathered, they looked at the uncle who was working there, and his parents felt that they were shorter. Now these former Ming royal families also enjoyed the treatment of orthodox state-owned enterprises. I don’t know how many citizens in the capital were envious.

However, these lazy rice insects are not the material for labor. Good guys, from the management manager to the workers below when they are at work, one hundred to two or three can be considered as the sun hitting the west.

If you lose money, you can lose money. Allocating some funds to support it is a political need, but these guys are still bullying people with power and are used to being arrogant and domineering. They have no money at hand, cheating, robbing, kidnapping, and taking flowers. They have five gangsters who have prepared numbers in the Beijing Police General Administration. The Jinyiwei Detention Center has squatted for more than 300 numbers. Changping reported that there are actually those who are brave enough to block her car and cast a threat letter. I really want Mao Jue to just take it clean with one knife.

At this critical moment, Qian Qianyi appeared!

He also knew what kind of virtue his family was. Qian Qianyi's old face obviously twitched for a few seconds, and then he forced an old face that was even ugly than crying, and forced a smile and clasped his fists.

"Thank you, Your Majesty for your good deeds!"

"By the way, what's going on in the war in Huguang? I heard that the rebels were very arrogant, entrenched in Xiangyang, and openly rebelled and proclaimed the emperor. Since I married the children of the late emperor and inherited the world of the Ming Dynasty, I naturally have this obligation to the world. If the king needs it, I can order the army to enter Huguang south and wipe out the Li thief!"

"Your Majesty is exhausted! General Zuo has reported many good news. It takes less than a long time to take Li Nixiang's head and present it to His Majesty, so there is no need to bother the king's army!"

Just kidding, no matter how stupid the scholar-official scholar Donglin was, he had heard of the fake way to destroy Guo. Now he is Mao Jue, so how could he let his army enter Huguang? Qian Qianyi immediately swollen and pretended to be fat, and refused it in one go.

Mao Jue didn't insist, as if the boss was feeling, and nodded with a smile.

"It's so good, then I'm waiting for the best news from the lord!"

The meeting lasted almost twenty minutes, and after saying some unnutritious diplomatic rhetoric, and reiterating the "long-standing" friendship between Mao Ming and Zhu Ming, Qian Qianyi said goodbye. This time he visited Mao Jue, a famous man in history, was quite satisfied with the cold water. At least in the capital, he did not see the tension of the Beiming preparing for war. At least Mao Jue did not have much hostility, so he could continue to live in the Nanming.

Although he didn't know that Mao Jue's two railway trunk lines would not be able to use as much as he did during the Chongzhen period, mobilizing millions of people to transport supplies.

However, before he could calm down his mood and return to Honglu Temple, as soon as he left the palace gate, a large pile of wooden sticks immediately surrounded him.

"Hello, Lord Qian, I am a reporter from the Imperial Capital Daily. Can you please tell me what you think about the relationship between the Ming Dynasty and the Southern Ming Dynasty!"

"Mr. Qian, here is a reporter from Rulin Daily. The Regent accepted the abdication. Does Jiangnan Shilin have no reaction at all?"

"Hello, I am a reporter from the Beiming Business Daily. Can you please talk about the Southern Ming court's response to the current trading policy after the Regent accepted the abdication?"

For the scholars and officials of the Southern Ming Dynasty, newspapers and public opinion are still foreign objects. They are too far away. A group of reporters asked tricky questions. For a moment, Qian Qianyi, who had never seen such a scene, was immediately sweating and dumbfounded.

What the old guy didn't know was that he was at a loss and sent him out the door. Mao Jue's face turned gloomy again. He wrote the book "The Jiangnan literary masters sent by Qian Qianyi, and it was full of flattery congratulations, but he pressed under the table without even reading it. Then he pulled out several black-skinned notebooks in succession, including those from Huang Degong, one of the navy commanders of Pang Dashan, and even Wu Sangui, who was far away in India, wrote a letter.

No matter how nonsense these memoirs are, the core meaning is only one word!

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