Zhu Zhanji got into the women's sight: "Take it and divide it."

After saying that, he raised his hand to salute the Crown Princess.

Then, there was a clear departure.

...

In Yingtian City.

Gradually dressed up.

Countless golden chrysanthemums throughout the city embellish a prosperous festival scene.

On September 9th, wearing dogwood, eating bait, drinking chrysanthemum wine, making people live longer.

The emergence of festivals is thought to express people’s expectations for a better life.

The same is true for Double Ninth Festival.

From the living habits of a region to the pursuit of longevity, to gradually evolve into a ritual that is now apart from respecting the elderly and climbing high.

Today, many of the people in Yingtian City left the city early and went out to visit and climb high places.

Double Ninth Festival is the autumn festival, after the festival, the weather turns cooler and the plants wither.

Therefore, it also means to climb high and turn away from the green.

It is probably equivalent to the last time to enjoy the natural scenery in the year, and it is just a vast area of ​​white.

In the palace.

Because the emperor was going to hold a Double Ninth Festival banquet this year, the ministers all changed into new clothes and were waiting for the time to enter the palace.

The Ming royal family, close to Yingtian, entered the palace early in the morning.

Although the family cannot meet frequently, they have blood connections. When they enter the palace and get together, they quickly become warm, making the palace today very lively.

It was still early at this time.

There was constant music inside and outside the palace.

The emperor wants to talk about family affection today and treat his subjects with courtesy.

Of course, it is impossible for Wang Youcheng to have a sad mood of missing his family during the holidays.

The prince sat under the still vacant imperial seat and was silently eating osmanthus cake.

Prince Han and Prince Zhao were busy chatting with the royal families who arrived in the capital, and laughter came from time to time.

The court officials who were qualified to attend today's Double Ninth Festival gathered together and whispered to discuss the affairs of southern Xinjiang. After the great warriors conquered the southern Xinjiang, the governance matters would eventually fall into the hands of them.

How to manage southern Xinjiang well.

Or...

How to divide the interests of southern Xinjiang is one of their recent discussion points.

But unfortunately, what they didn't know was.

When the emperor returned to Beijing the day before yesterday, he even intended to ask the Chief Prince General to supervise the military and political affairs of the southern Xinjiang.

Zhu Zhanji sat in the corner, next to him was Kong Yanjin who returned to Yingtian in advance.

It was noon today and I just entered the city.

I don’t know what happened when the young Yan Shenggong went home. I saw that he was haggard, his eyes were dull, his limbs were weak, and he looked very tired.

"Are you going back this time to get married?" Zhu Zhanji chewed the fruit and turned his head to ask Kong Yanjin.

Kong Yanjin rolled his eyes on the spot and looked at Zhu Zhanji with a resentful look.

What do I do when I go home, you don't know?

Did I go home to pick up my wife?

I went home to deceive my master and destroy my ancestors!

Confucian benevolence, righteousness and morality are all different from religion, and they are always directed at the people of the Central Plains.

Beyond the Central Plains, it is a summary of the word "Yi".

In Zhu Zhanji's words, this is tolerate the outside but be cruel inside.

Zhu Zhanji asked Kong Yanjin to go home and go to southern Xinjiang, which was actually a humiliation for the Kong family.

How can a good family of saints enter such barbarian land and carry out educational practices?

If you don’t hear that, if you enter the barbarians, you will be barbarians. If you enter the summer, you will be summer.

Even Meng Shengdu said: I have heard that Xia has changed into the barbarians, but I have never heard of changing into the barbarians.

The right way is to live in the Central Plains, pursue the merits of education, and transform the Yi tribe.

If a family of saints went to the Yi land and educated the Yi tribe, wouldn’t it have become the Yi tribe?

Zhu Zhanji deliberately did not mention it, and then said in a confused manner: "Even if you get married, you should know. Do you think I can lose your share of money? Or do you think I can kidnap your wife?"

You even want to kidnap the entire Kong family!

Still care if it's my wife?

???

Pooh!

Kong Yanjin became more and more resentful, like a young wife who had been oppressed for countless days.

"The clan elders do not agree, and think this move is a little inappropriate. The Kong family can come to the Imperial College to teach knowledge and ask the students to go to southern Xinjiang to educate the people."

"The elders of your family... are very angry and think it's wrong, right?" Zhu Zhanji exposed Kong Yanjin and avoided the seriousness, and his eyes flipped: "Do they want to make conditions with me?"

Kong Yanjin hesitated a little, wondering if he should tell him the truth.

According to the voices and remarks within the Kong family, they naturally do not want to go to southern Xinjiang in person.

Spreading the remarks of saints and educating the people should also be done in the Central Plains, in the court, and by the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty.

The Kong family went to the Imperial College to teach knowledge, which not only provided more teachers to southern Xinjiang. More importantly, the Imperial College is in Yingtian City, at the foot of the world.

If you go to southern Xinjiang, even if you are literary scholars everywhere, what if you are?

The imperial court has achieved local peace, but what can the Kong family get?

Is Confucianism spread more widely?

He is not as good as a crown prince who follows Confucian teachings, or even a traditional Confucian official in Beijing.

Even if the imperial court was in southern Xinjiang, the descendants of the Central Plains people who had moved there must be descendants of the migrant people.

Furthermore, after Enko was appointed to the government, how many people could have emerged in the southern Xinjiang Nagada?

Kong Yanjin explained: "I dare not give any conditions. The tribes are just because the southern border is long and it is difficult to leave their hometown. I am afraid that it will be difficult to relieve my homesickness after going to southern borders."

"Oh?" Zhu Zhanji's eyebrows raised slightly.

This is also a lie.

When the imperial court recruits officials and appoints and removes officials, it is considered far away. Don’t you go?

"A few days ago, I heard the people below chatting inadvertently..." Zhu Zhanji looked at Kong Yanjin who was a little confused and said, "I heard that the three tribes of your family have taken a concubine of twelve years old? The four tribes have just given birth to another son? That big clan even gave birth to a concubine while giving birth to a twin, and wrote a poem at home?"

This made Kong Yanjin a little shocked.

Although the elders of the Kong family are getting stronger and stronger, and Mount Tai can rejuvenate. You can know these things if you ask about them in the Qufu area. However, the poems written by the elders in the study are not something outsiders can know.

A feeling of powerlessness immediately arose in Kong Yanjin's heart.

He knew that the grandson had installed a spy in his own home, but what he feared the most was that from the grandson's words, he did not care at all whether the Kong family would disappear.

If the family of saints is destroyed, the world's scholars will surely be shaken.

But the crown prince was most interested in using this threat.

Does Kong Yanjin dare to gamble?

He dares to bet on the crown prince, and will he not really destroy the saint family completely?

He obviously dared not.

Even if he could bet ten thousand times, as long as one time, the crown prince made up his mind that his thousand-year-old family would be bloody.

He hurriedly turned to the side and bent down to Zhu Zhanji.

"Taisun, the little minister will definitely convince the people in his family to fully support Taisun's southern Xinjiang politics!"

"Get up." Zhu Zhanji spoke slowly, asking Kong Yanjin to straighten up. He looked at the empty wine glass in front of him: "Drink one together?"

Next to him, there were palace maids serving him, who could pour wine for everyone.

But Zhu Zhanji's meaning is very obvious, and he asked Kong Yanjin to pour wine.

‘Ciyou’ must start with every small thing, so that we can deepen our thinking mark.

Kong Yanjin was slightly stunned.
Chapter completed!