When the king and his subjects dislike each other so much that they look at the history of ancient and modern times, China and foreign countries, the Ming Dynasty had no branches. Where should we start to pursue all this?

Wang Xijue didn't know, nor would he know.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. Everything is my fault!"

Anyway, it's all right to say it. At this time, the emperor was just complaining, rather than asking targeted crimes, and Wang Xijue was not worried.

"Your mistake? No, no, how could you be wrong? You are all scholars, who have established their hearts for the heaven and earth! They have established their destiny for the people! They have inherited their unique knowledge for the past saints! They have created peace for all ages! How can the affairs of you scholars be called wrong? It can only be said that I am the emperor, the incompetent! Not only can I help you, but I will also drag you down! What you scholars say is right! I am the emperor, the emperor, is wrong! Yes?"

Zhu Yijun spoke up and scolded Wang Xijue so hard that every sentence was heartbroken, pointing out the root of why scholars were so awesome for so many years. He traced the source of hatred to the Song Dynasty, which shows how much the emperor hated the civil servants, how much he hated the civil servants' politics, and how some of them were gritting their teeth.

How to resolve such deep prejudices?

At this point, Wang Xijue suddenly realized how naive and ridiculous his idea of ​​reconciling the conflict between the monarch and the ministers was clearly an irreconcilable enemy. The contradiction between the monarch and the ministers was simply the loss of the monarch's power and the expansion of the civil servant's power. Either you die or I die. As a member of the civil servant, Wang Xijue had no way out at all.

"Your Majesty, please quit the wrath of the thunder."

Wang Xijue closed his eyes in pain, bent his knees and knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

Zhu Yijun vented his anger happily. He was so happy that he didn't want to scold Wang Xijue, the sucker. He just couldn't bear the anger in his heart when he heard the pale and almost sarcastic greetings. To this day, he finally remembered a folk saying he had heard from somewhere - all those who were unfaithful are scholars.

The Ming Dynasty gave you scholars the privilege of assisting the emperor in governing the world. Not only do you not be grateful, you also want to completely take this power away from the emperor and turn the emperor into a useless mascot and a useless puppet. Since that is the case, what is the purpose of the country's emphasis on culture and military affairs? What is it?

But now seeing Wang Xijue kneeling on the ground and trembling like he was throwing himself into the ground, Zhu Yijun suddenly felt that no matter how much he said, it would be useless. He took a deep breath, then vomited it out, and waved his hand dejectedly.

"Get up! Come and sit down!"

Wang Xijue felt relieved, and breathed a few breaths of relief without any trace. He got up tremblingly and stood with his head down. When the Jinduner given by the emperor was delivered, he only dared to sit half of his butt, and did not dare to sit directly.

"What's the matter with me? Tell me, I'll listen."

Zhu Yijun made a statement.

Wang Xijue breathed a sigh of relief and slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, the old man is indeed here to establish a crown prince, but the old man is not here to ask Your Majesty to establish the eldest son as the crown prince."

Zhu Yijun asked slowly, "Then tell me what you think? I came to establish a prince, but I didn't persuade me to establish the eldest son. Could it be that you still want to persuade me to establish a second son? Master Wang, do you really don't want to be the chief minister of this cabinet? Are you afraid of being drowned by the memorials of the censors?"

Zhu Yijun had a sarcastic smile on his face. He knew very well that the so-called political correctness of these civil officials was that they could not stand on the same front as the emperor, otherwise they would be abandoned by everyone, become treacherous ministers, and lose the foundation for their rule. Even cabinet ministers would have the same consequences. Therefore, Shen Shixing and Xu Guo and others would always serve as pawns for the ministers.

Wang Xijue's words sound a bit rude. Could it be that this old guy really wants to fight with those scholars? Have an internal strife? Is there such a good thing in this world?

Zhu Yijun tried to use Grandpa Jiajing's tricks to split the ministers and maintain his status as the superior. However, he soon discovered that Grandpa Jiajing's trick had been thoroughly understood by his ministers and could not play it anymore. He insisted on playing and could only be played in reverse. Zhu Yijun could not accept such a result, so he quickly gave up the self-defeating approach and played non-violent and uncooperating. He had no choice but to deal with the ministers, and the ministers had no choice but to deal with him.

It was precisely because Wang Xijue learned this that he racked his brains to come up with a compromise, but now it seems that this compromise may not play the role he imagined.

"Although I am old and have no regrets in my death, Your Majesty promised to be crowned the crown prince in the 21st year of Wanli. Now the court is waiting for Your Majesty to make a decision and fulfill your promise. However, for the current plan, Your Majesty, if you continue to confront the ministers, you may be unfavorable to the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, the old Majesty suggests that Your Majesty and the three kings be conferred together!"

"The three kings are all sealed?"

Zhu Yijun has been worried and happy these days. Of course, Xiao Ruxun won a great victory and got so much money for the Ming Dynasty. What he was worried about was the matter of enthroning the crown prince, which could not be dealt with no amount of money.

When the dispute over the foundation of the country was the most intense in the 18th year of Wanli, Zhu Yijun was forced to take the hand of the eldest son Zhu Changluo and show off in front of the ministers, showing that the father and son of the Tian family had a strong family relationship, which was not as powerful as the outside world said, to swear all the ministers. Later, the eldest son of the emperor was young and had to wait a few years before the enthronement ceremony. It was a turbulent autumn at that time. Seeing the emperor compromise, the ministers agreed to have achieved a phased victory.

Now the three-year period is here, and it is time for the emperor to fulfill his promise. The ministers looked forward to it, waiting to see the emperor fulfill his promise three years ago.

If you don’t joke, the emperor will break his promise, and the influence is not the same as ordinary.

Therefore, Zhu Yijun was quite worried. He still hated Zhu Changluo and liked Zhu Changxun. As his father and emperor, he believed that he had the power to decide who would be his heir and inherit this great country, but now he could not do it at all.

The eldest son and the eldest son are all the troubled sons!

The thing that Zhu Yijun was most troubled, now that Wang Xijue said, he seemed to have found a solution.

"The three kings are granted the title of the eldest son Chang Luo, the third son Chang Xun, and the fifth son Chang Gao are granted the title of vassal king at the same time, and they are waiting for the position of crown prince. Wang Xijue, do you mean that?"

Wang Xijue nodded: "That's exactly what it is."

"Will the ministers agree? If I do this, will the ministers not see that I do not want to establish Chang Luo, but want to change Chang Xun's intention?"
Chapter completed!