Yao Guangxiao's funeral was completed in a grand manner.

The emperor's grace to the old monk was profound, and he was posthumously awarded Duke Rong and his posthumous title was Gongjing.

The emperor personally wrote the inscription on the Shinto Mo and entered the Mingzu Temple as a civil servant.

This is the first time since the founding of the Ming Dynasty for 50 years.

Zhu Zhanji knew very well that this grace was the only time in the Ming Dynasty.

During the Ming Dynasty, there was no one who came from thousands of ancient people.

After finishing the old monk's funeral, the court entered normal operation again.

No one can tell how long the cement road is.

No one knows how many prisoners from southern Xinjiang fell on the long and invisible road in the process for the construction of the Ming Dynasty.

There are more and more reports of wars in southern Xinjiang.

The Ming army, led by the commander-in-chief of Guangxi, was constantly reporting numbers of war damage, and what came was the Ming Dynasty's continuous expansion of territory in the Xuanwei Office of Myanmar.

The enemy's living space has become smaller and smaller.

Local people in Myanmar are increasingly joining the Holy Church and are beginning to carry out sabotage operations in places that the Ming army currently cannot reach.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the complete restoration of southern Xinjiang has reached its last moment.

Now everyone is coveting the position of those governors once the southern Xinjiang is completely subdued.

"I heard that Japan has also begun to ask the Ministry of Revenue to organize the transport of prisoners of war back..."

Today, the court was resting, and the business of the wine shops in the city became better.

Behind Jubaomen, in a restaurant next to Nanmen Street, several officials who had changed into regular clothes were gathering on the second floor facing the street.

An official from the Ministry of Revenue nodded and looked at the southern Xinjiang prisoners of war who were escorted from the outside street by the Ming army to the west city to repair the military camp.

He whispered: "Mr. Xia just went to the Ministry of Works yesterday and heard that he had an argument with Mr. Song."

These words made the people present curious.

"What? Mr. Song is asking for money again?"

"Or because of Mr. Hu... the elders all want to walk up again?"

The Ministry of Industry has spent a lot of money recently.

Hu Guang, the chief minister of the cabinet, heard that even the imperial doctors who went to the palace had already started to shake their heads with a heavy expression.

The official from the Ministry of Revenue chuckled: "Cabinet... that must be the Holy Prison. Our Lord Xia went to the Ministry of Works, which meant that Mr. Song would slow down the projects in various places so that he could mobilize personnel and food. Seeing that the grandson's wedding was approaching, the Ministry of Revenue had to coordinate too many things. If they were all involved in the affairs of the Ministry of Works, it would inevitably affect the grandson's wedding."

"Needless to say, the old minister of the Shangshu must have disagreed." An official from the Ministry of Personnel raised his wine glass and looked at his colleagues from the Ministry of Works opposite.

The official of the Ministry of Works, who was clicked, smiled helplessly, stretched his face in front of everyone, then raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves: "Look, look, look. Our old man is already crazy and has pulled us out of the city all day long. Look at my skin. If I weren't acquaintance, I would be afraid that I would be treated as the Kunlun slave..."

"They are all serving the country and loyal to the Ming Dynasty. Your Majesty naturally can see everyone's achievements." Someone interrupted and comforted the injured hearts of colleagues from the Ministry of Works.

However, the official from the Ministry of Revenue sighed: "This was originally the money bag of our Ministry of Revenue was about to be enriched, but now the grandson is getting married and His Majesty moves the capital. The money is going to be spent again before it has heated up..."

"Don't cry and poor anymore. We have heard that Zheng Zhong, the adopted son of the Taisun, was the adopted son taken by the eunuch of Sanbao. He had already found a big silver mine in Japan. He heard that the East China Sea Fleet was about to come back with piles of silver." Some people were upset that the Ministry of Revenue cried poor all day long and couldn't help but tease him.

"No matter how rich our Ministry of Revenue is, we can withstand what you spend? The Ministry of Works is almost dismantling the warehouse of our Ministry of Revenue. The Ministry of Rites is coming over again. The Ministry of War and the Governor's Office of the Five Army are coming over with swords and cannons... Do you really think that our Ministry of Revenue is the God of Wealth?"

"you!"

"Hmph! Just say less!" The doctor of the Ministry of Rites, who had the highest official rank, snorted heavily and looked at everyone present: "No matter what, everyone is for His Majesty, for the court, and for the Ming Dynasty! No matter how much money, they have to save money. No matter how little money is, they should still spend it! Seeing that the Ming Dynasty is now far superior to the prosperous Han and Tang Dynasties, no one can get any good at any time when he feels dissatisfied with causing trouble!"

Although the affairs of the Ministry of Justice, the Censorate, and the Dali Temple were supervised.

However, the status of the Ministry of Personnel is not inferior to the slightest.

Seeing the doctor of the Ministry of Personnel speak, everyone stopped slightly.

However, the officials present at the Ministry of Rites chuckled and said, "Speaking of this, everyone should think about the fact that Your Majesty and the Grandson wanted the court to send people to Japan. For this matter, our ministries and officials must give their help..."

The second batch of Marines had been sent to Japan through the East China Sea Fleet.

The limited living space of Japanese Japanese was once again compressed, and the imperial court's victory in Japan might be before southern Xinjiang.

enlightenment!

The court's policy on Japan has been decided.

Although the words were not spoken in the court, everyone knew that the emperor and grandson had no intention of the Japanese clan again.

This is no different from the court's policies in southern Xinjiang. Although it is quite different, it still allows the existence of the southern territory.

And in Japan, it was almost a determination to kill everyone.

In addition to bringing some prisoners of war back to the Ming Dynasty to serve labor, Japan has implemented a policy of no next generation.

"I heard... I just heard... Taisun asked the Taisun to prescribe the prescription... to make the Japanese weak..." Someone pressed his voice to the lowest point and said gloomyly with his head shrunk.

"Shut up!"

This time, everyone present spoke in a deep voice at the same time.

Everyone looked at the speaker with dissatisfied eyes.

idiot!

The scene suddenly became cold and silent.

Everyone no longer had the intention of chatting, no one discussed it anymore, and they left together.

Only the man who hadn't understood it was left, sitting in his original position.

...

Eastern Palace.

Even though it's still some time before June 6.

But in the Eastern Palace, you can already see traces of the happy event.

The palace and courtyard wall that had not been repaired for many years was finally under the long-lost renovation.

The dark red columns were replaced with bright red paint, and the floor tiles were washed and polished to make people stand out.

Although the word "Big Red" has not been posted, the big red lantern has been lit up all night.

All of these make the East Palace reveal a festive flavor everywhere.

The Crown Princess is now completely busy, running around the East Palace with almost no feet all day long.

In addition to arranging matters in various places in the palace, the Crown Princess also kept meeting the happy wives of the outsiders of the palace.

Very busy.

The palace people were also busy happily.

The grandson is going to get married, and as long as they get the matter done, the rewards given by the superiors will naturally be indispensable.

In addition to the rewards, even if someone is watching them, there is still a lot of oil and water in the middle.

Everyone is busy.

So in comparison, the prince's study room is always so quiet.

I have a rest today, but the prince’s desk is still filled with endless memorials.

In order to avoid the trouble of being caught by my mother, Zhu Zhanji ran here early in the morning.

When the prince read the memorial, he grinds the ink aside.

My father hadn't spoken for a long time, and his eyes were fixed on a memorial in front of him that was being held in his hand.

Zhu Zhanji stopped grinding the ink on hand, rubbed his wrist and whispered: "What happened?"

"snort!"

Zhu Gaochi snorted coldly and threw down the memorial in his hand: "What's going to happen on the grassland!"

When he heard that there was no peace outside the Great Wall again, Zhu Zhanji's brow jumped.

He thought about it and felt it was unlikely, and he tentatively said, "Is there a bandit holding the edge?"

Zhu Gaochi sneered, raised his hands and rubbed his numb eyes, and then said with concern: "The bandits are restless every day, so the Ming Dynasty cannot conquer the grassland every year, right? No way... The Ming Dynasty will one day fail to break into these people's hands."

Will the Ming Dynasty be broken into the hands of those bandits?

Zhu Zhanji thought about it and felt that what his father said was right.

But that was in the past.

after?

He shook his head and picked up the memorial that was thrown by his father.

After a quick look, I realized that Datong was invaded by the Tatar tribe again, and tens of thousands of people were plundered.

Zhu Gaochi glanced at his son and hummed: "Look, what are they doing? He used to grab money and grain, but he started robbing people over the years!"

"They want to snatch my Ming Dynasty's technology... They want people to graze them so that they can liberate themselves to concentrate on martial arts. They want the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty to cast weapons for them, and the women of the Ming Dynasty have samurai for them!" Zhu Zhanji said slowly, he knew very well about the methods of the people on the grassland.
To be continued...