The fog at night is getting thicker, and countless people are thinking in the night fog, and many officials are busy dealing with business or intrigue.

As Zhu Zhanji, the Supreme Master of the Nine Five, in such a deep weather, he must be responsible for national affairs. This is his right and responsibility.

The bright glazed palace lanterns could only illuminate the tiny light around them in the foggy night. Emperor Xuande was exhausted and stood up and paced back and forth in the hall.

Looking at the fog outside, Zhu Zhanji frowned and thought. He was the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, the direct bloodline of Emperor Taizu, and the son of heaven. The emperor of all people in the world and overseas have supreme imperial power, can dominate all things in the world, and can determine life and death in one sentence, no matter who it is!

But at the same time, he also understood that excluding the identity of the emperor, he was just an ordinary person among the countless people. He would still be born, old, sick and dead, and would also be weak, and he was no longer much superior to others in every aspect.

His martial arts are not as good as the Han generals around him, his literary talent is not as good as many ministers in the court, his marching and fighting are not as good as his generals such as Zhang Fu, and his strategy is not as good as his uncle Xu Hao. When he asks himself, he is far from being as good as his grandfather's talent and strategy, and his benevolence, righteousness and patience are not as good as his father.

Only after becoming the emperor did Zhu Zhanji realize his shortcomings. He was often discouraged by the heavy and complicated state affairs. He often wanted to evade responsibility and push government affairs to the cabinet ministers to deal with it. He went to hunt himself and play with things he liked.

Now our dynasty is becoming more and more powerful, and the northern alien races have fled in their arms and expanded their territory several times that of Middle-earth, so large that they are almost unimaginable.

Many generals from all over the country repeatedly requested to lead troops to war, and followed the conquest line of Genghis Khan in the past and established a prosperous sacred for the emperor that was no less than that of the Tang and Yuan dynasties.

Zhu Zhanji knew very clearly that he could not do this. It would certainly achieve his great achievements that surpassed the wise kings of all generations, but the end of military military force was like the Tang Dynasty and Yuan Dynasty, which brought heavy burdens to the people, and border generals took advantage of the situation to rise. The huge empire fell apart in just a few decades.

The most important thing is that the land in the north and even the Western Regions is of no benefit, and the Han people are unwilling to migrate to the bitter and cold areas where they cannot farm. In addition, their character determines their destiny. Zhu Zhanji hopes that he can be a good emperor to inherit the past and the future, maintain the foundation of his ancestors, and pass it on from generation to generation, which is more important than anything else.

Of course, Zhu Zhanji was not without ambitions. So he refuted the opinions of ministers such as Jin Youzi. Why don’t you want overseas territory that you can easily obtain? In this regard, he was still influenced by Xu Hao. He would never give up easily on the premise that gains outweigh losses.

In history, the Xuande Dynasty was like the United States in Iraq and Afghanistan because of the repeated rebellion of Annan for more than 20 years. It was like the United States was tired and tired. Since it could not effectively rule, it was the only way to withdraw troops. A large number of soldiers were lost, and the entire society would be filled with war-weariness.

Anyone with knowledge can see that it is meaningless to continue to increase troops in Annan so endlessly. What is the purpose of fighting? Is it a game to satisfy the vanity of the people who expand the territory and expand the territory?

It's a benefit!

The counterattack against the invaders is for the benefit, and the acquisition of land is for the benefit. When conquering small neighboring countries such as Annan North Korea and the losses exceed the interests, even the emperor cannot oppose the demand for a ceasefire, unless it is a powerful figure like Emperor Yongle.

Zhu Zhanji, who was frowning, could not keep up with the news of the overseas rebellion. He could only learn from the memorials how large it was, how many people it was, whether the information reported by the officials was accurate, and what was the cause of the rebellion?

Nowadays, overseas territorial taxes are very small, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. Unlike the Central Plains, most people are raised to fill their stomachs.

To be honest, another important reason for Zhu Zhanji's support for conquering overseas is that domestic refugees were semi-forced and semi-voluntarily migrated overseas in large quantities, which Xu Hao made an indelible contribution.

Statistics given by the Ministry of War. The number of riots is indeed significantly reduced every year, while new warships and muskets have greatly reduced the scale of overseas garrisons and the time of travel, and navigation has become safer.

As for the criticism of being too far away, the birth of ships and trains made the civil and military officials in the court stunned. All of this gave Zhu Zhanji the confidence to have a vast overseas territory.

Today, the emperor finally asked his uncle's opinion, and at that time his uncle said that what Lord Jin was worried about was unsustainable food, which was a problem that has plagued China for two thousand years. The so-called world trend is divided and merged, to put it bluntly, because of the high land annexation, the population has grown to the limit, and the people cannot afford to eat. If the people in the world can be filled, even if the government is at peace, people can persist, and who is afraid of rebellion when they are starved to death? If the world is not in chaos, China can resist the enemy in the north.

Zhu Zhanji recalled that my uncle said, of course, what I said was a bit one-sided, but letting the people eat is definitely the top priority. Apart from this, there is nothing more important than this. If the people can’t eat, it’s not nice to say that, there is no need for the Ming Dynasty to exist.

At that time, all the ministers nodded at the same time, and Zhu Zhanji himself agreed. Didn’t Emperor Taizu join the rebel army because of famine?

Jin Youzi asked about his opinion, and his uncle said four words softly.

“Petroleum, fertilizer.”

He said four more words, "Middle East, Daqing."

Is it useful? Zhu Zhanji, who doesn't understand, is very optimistic about this. As long as the people can have enough food and let him be granted a king, he is willing to give his uncle a living. Unfortunately, his uncle said it takes a long time and a large number of people should be organized to explore and research.

Zhu Zhanji understood this, and the ministers also understood that there was no good thing in this world that could be achieved through a slump.

Back at his imperial book case, Zhu Zhanji once again read the entire overseas map and relevant documents carefully. He was confident that he would send troops to quell the rebellion, but he must solve the mystery, otherwise the rebellion would definitely come one after another, and the unmatched court was unable to take care of it.

Zhu Zhanji ordered the eunuch in front of the imperial court to draw up the decree. After thinking for a while, he said, "You hand over the decree to Wenyuan Pavilion to re-program, and ordered the two commanders to immediately lead their troops to go out to sea to deal with the rebellion with full authority, and secretly investigate whether there were any illegal acts of rioters in the local Governor's Office."

After explaining government affairs, Zhu Zhanji felt hungry and ordered the palace maid to send her midnight snacks and asked Concubine Sun to come and accompany her.

Under the faint light, Sun Wangyue became more mature and plump, and her watery and tender skin was smooth and clean. Zhu Zhanji reached out to touch her and suddenly flicked her gently, as if her skin was covered with nectar from the jade pond in the West Kunlun.

The skin was as water. Zhu Zhanji looked narrow-minded, because the thick liquid source under her beloved concubine would definitely overflow from juice. She gently explored it with her hands, and sure enough.

When it comes to men and women, Zhu Zhanji, who is experienced, is very patient and allows the affectionate concubine to twist and twist. He smiled and said, "My beloved concubine sings a song for me. I've been tired all day today, so let me rest."

"Okay." Sun Wangyue smiled sweetly, "Sing a song to the emperor that my grandmother taught me when she was a child."

"The tenth floor of the garden is connected to the forest, and the eight festivals are full of gold. I remember the young man walking on the street and walking on the first floor of the Yaotai Platform of the Chan Palace."

"Okay!" Zhu Zhanji pressed the beauty under him.

Sun Wangyue took the opportunity to act coquettishly: "Stop, I want to talk to you."

Zhu Zhanji hugged the beauty even tighter and smiled, "Can everyone in your hometown sing this song?"

"No." Sun Wangyuexing, who was pressed down, was drunk with eyes, and his legs were naturally raised and wrapped around the man's waist. "Most folk songs of the people in my hometown are simple vernacular, and only scholarly families can write such words."

"I can write lyrics too." Zhu Zhanji suddenly stabbed hard and laughed: "I can be simpler. Haha!"

At the same time, in the Yongle Nanzhou Governor's Office, people were coming and going in the hall, and the shouts of the rock-scissors were heard endlessly.

In the middle of the hall, teams of native girls from various tribes were wearing leather skirts or grass skirts, with all kinds of bright feathers on their heads, and their bare upper bodies were covered with shell and gem necklaces, dancing back and forth.

The wild movements and skillful dance postures are similar to the dark red and beautiful faces of women from the Central Plains such as Mongolia. The hot but not very plump breasts are rippling, which makes the men who are tilted and tilted with red faces. The wide and colored eyes stare at the dancing girls motionless.

The greedy eyes almost penetrated the hem of the skirt and saw the charming fragrant grassland. The wine glass in his hand was raised high, but he forgot to drink it, and some even drooled.

In Yonglezhou, far away from his hometown, it seems that the Han people's etiquette is gone, full of primitive impulses. The hospitality indigenous people have no idea of ​​men and women's defense, allowing the girls in the tribe to be intimate with the same skin color. They swear that you are the survivors of the Shang Dynasty and we are the same clan, otherwise why do you look so similar? It seems that the effect is good.

The girls in the clan exchanged them for beautiful silk, tea, and the precious porcelain. The indigenous people worked hard to learn the noble Chinese dialect of their ancestors who had been lost for a long time, and happily accepted the imperial enthronement and learned farming. In short, the advanced civilization brought by the Han people were worshipped by the locals.

Of course, there are also bloodthirsty tribes, either exterminated or fled far away, and there is also the threat of disease.

In the north of the hall were the local tribal leaders, everyone was wearing luxurious Hanfu, all with red faces, and everyone was drunk, and they were also staring at the dancers of other tribes intently. Although they were not as hungry as the soldiers of the Ming army, they were all lustful.

On the jaguar leather chair in the middle was an old general over fifty years old. He was wearing a first-class official uniform today. He was majestic and full of spring. His wrinkled old patterns were stretched out much, as if an iron had been ironed, shaking his gray hair covered with gems and gold. He gave a few tips, laughed happily, and picked up his glass to drink with the leaders of the tribes around him.

Most of the time, he was joking with a noble lady from Han who was jealous and charming, and occasionally made a few obscene moves to avoid others. He secretly took a hand in front of the noble lady's chest or crotch. Seeing his joy, he seemed to have married another beauty.

In fact, it is true. This person is the famous governor of Yongle Nanzhou and the general of Zhennan, Lin Qingxiang. Today he married Zhu Binger, the adopted daughter of Liaodong Princess Zhu Qiaoqiao, and is a stunning beauty named in Liaodong.

But it was not Lin Qingxiang's concubine, but the wife who married his son Lin Qi. With such a beautiful and identity-rich "daughter-in-law", Lin Qingxiang was of course happy and planned to sow seeds himself. Who made his son a fool who was inhumane?

So the invitations filled the southern continent of Yongle. Officials and leaders of various departments in various places had no chance to curry favor with him. For a while, they became busy all over the place, which was even more grand than a grand local traditional festival. Thousands of sets of programs were prepared and thousands of women were prepared, which was enough for the Governor's Office to celebrate for more than three months.

The boring soldiers also had something to do all of a sudden, and they could eat, drink and play with women. It was worth it to be more busy. As for the rebellion that frequently broke out due to snatching beautiful women, the sky was high and the emperor was far away, who cares about him? (To be continued)
Chapter completed!