.To say that, for the fifth generation, the Han people are the most terrifying. Once they are the sect leader of Tibet, these Han people will naturally continue the Ming Dynasty's policy towards Tibet, and then the whole kilogram will be held. Tibet will be suddenly enthroned by several living Buddhas and enthroned by a few kings. How can he stay in Tibet? Therefore, he took a fancy to Galdan and hoped that this man who believed in his devoutly would fight against the Han people.

But now that the Han envoy is here, how should we solve it? **After a headache, he finally pursed his shriveled lips and his eyes flashed: "Galdan."

"Battle Lord." Galdan quickly agreed, and he was truly respectful to **.

"When the Han people are here, I will not stop here. Let's take the lamas back to hide.

**After saying that, he whispered to the deacon Lama behind him: "Stop the ceremony."

The deacon was quite surprised and looked up at Galdan. Galdan was already anxious. He had already announced the establishment of the Junggar Khanate. He was just right to give him a gold book and grant him the throne of Khan. Everything was ready. If the Buddha left at this time, wouldn’t it be a joke for the tribes? To be honest, although Galdan had great ambitions, he felt somewhat inferior. Although he now unified the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains and the north of the desert, the Junggar tribe had not had much prestige.

During the Yuan Dynasty, he was driven to the Western Xinjiang by the Golden Family to blow sand. No outstanding leaders have appeared in the past few hundred years. Although all tribes outside the pass worship courage, people like Galdan may not say it well, in fact, they are the rampant families from Western Xinjiang. They may inevitably be convinced by the tribes in the south of the Mosun that appear to surrender. Therefore, Galdan urgently needs to increase his influence. Although most of the Mongolian tribes now believe in shamanism, the power of the Lamaism still has some influence in Mongolia.

"Master Buddha, you can't leave. What is the Han people? How can Buddha avoid them?"

** looked at Galdan deeply. In fact, he had already been calculating. Since Tibetans could not let Han people be in control, then just tear them apart. But this face was not for Tibetans to tear them, so naturally Galdan came: "Galdan, don't you understand? The Han envoy rushed over, and what he did was to destroy this enthronement ceremony. The Han people have strong military power. Although you have unified the grassland now, if you really want to turn against them, the outcome is still unknown."

**Although he looks like showing weakness on the surface, he implies provocation in his words. In other words, you, Galdan, don’t think about getting along with others. If you are afraid of the Han people, then surrender as soon as possible. If you are not afraid, then why would you let the Han envoy come in to disrupt the enthronement ceremony? The Han people chose to come at this time, which clearly means that they would not allow you to accept my enthronement.

Galdan's face was blue and red. He hesitated for a moment and finally stomped his feet hard: "Come here, temporarily detain the Han envoy."

When the news reached Nanjing, it was two months later. First, the imperial envoy entered the south of the Modong. The governor of Liaodong Wang Zhijin could only inquire from many sources, but it was still fruitless. Finally, Wang Zhijin simply sent a team of envoys to the south of the Modong as an envoy. However, after half a month, there was still no news. After a month, the Junggars finally sent envoys to Liaodong. However, this time they did not reconcile, but reported a news that Gar was officially named Gardanboshuoketu Khan. As for the imperial envoys of the Ming Dynasty, they have been detained because of their rude words.

Wang Zhijin and Ezhe were both shocked. Unexpectedly, Galdan decided to officially start so quickly. The 50,000 Liaodong Legion and more than 10,000 Mongolian soldiers in the south of the desert were ready for battle. Wang Zhijin went to the Beiping Legion, North Korea's Beiyang Navy, and Didong Legion to write to them to prepare, and on the other hand, they sent people to inform Nanjing.

The city of Nanjing is still full of singing and dancing, but the messengers from the north are rushing around the crowd on fast horses, which attracts many people's attention. According to the Ming Dynasty, pedestrians must give way to any fast horses that are sent, otherwise the consequences will be born at their own expense. When the messengers passed through an alley, the shop in front was filled with people. It turned out that a new woman's noodle shop was opened there, which was opened by Zhang Shiru, who went to the city to ask his cousin for advice. Now he sold his property and brought his family to Nanjing, took the shop, and started a business. Since it was a new store, there were naturally discounts. A while ago

The guests who came to pick up some cheap ones had already formed three circles inside and three circles outside. The firecrackers were very lively. The messengers saw that there were many people in front of them and could not be dispersed for a while, so they could only walk on horseback. Naturally, the boss was unhappy. Now that the population of Nanjing is increasing, the streets are crowded. A small official like him who is responsible for delivering urgent reports to Nanjing is really depressed. On the one hand, due to the congestion of the message submitted, the road is often delayed, and the politicians who have to be collected by the cabinet will say a few words. On the other hand, he can't get up, and the crowded ones in front of him are really riding a horse?

The messenger could only lead the horse and push away the crowd and shouted loudly: "Give it, give it, let it be reported urgently by Liaodong. If you want to submit it to the imperial examination immediately, please let it be."

The talents in front of the shop made a way out, and the messengers rushed over, and suddenly they were patted by someone behind him. He turned around and saw the cabinet. Hubu Zhou Mubai, who was crying, often wanted to submit the news to the six departments of the department and: "Although the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet did not have friendship, he had seen it somehow. At this time, he saw Zhou Mubai wearing an inconspicuous Confucian shirt, looking at him with a smile, and hurriedly said, "Is it Master Zhou?"

Although Zhou Mubai was not wearing an official robe, the person in the upper class naturally had a demeanor. He smiled slightly and then said, "Did your urgent report be passed to the cabinet?"

The messenger couldn't help but nodded: "Mr. Hui, I went to the cabinet."

Zhou Mubai said: "Then let it go to me."

The messenger couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Logically, his urgent report was sent to the cabinet, but according to the Ming Dynasty, this urgent report was not first sent to the Grand Secretary, but was sorted out for the Guanzhengshi in the memorial department of the cabinet subordinates, and then the Guanzhengshi gave a note to the commissar and let the commissar go back to make his life. However, now the Grand Secretary of the cabinet is going to go to the emergency report, neither handing to the memorial department, nor having no approval for him to go back to report his life. This is not in accordance with the rules.

Zhou Mubai saw his thoughts and whispered: "The Emperor is close to you. I need to report it urgently. It is also the Emperor who is eager to read it. Don't worry, you give me the memorial first. Wait in the cabinet later. Someone will give you a reply to the letter.

The messenger suddenly became nervous and shouted: "The Emperor is here?" Then he looked around and tried to capture something. Finally, he thought about it, took off the burden behind him and handed it to Zhou Mubai: "Since that's the case, then the villain can trust Lord Zhou. This urgent report from Liaodong will be given to you."

Zhou Mubai took the package, smiled, and then disappeared into the abortion.

The messenger touched his head and watched Zhou Mubai leave. He felt that behind Zhou Mubai, two men in short jackets and breeches were vaguely following him inadvertently. He touched his head. Finally, he led his horse to the cabinet.

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Zhu Jun sat in the highest private room in the inn, looking at the bustling crowds on the street through the open paper window. Zhu Ciyan, who was already six years old and looked like a little adult, was a few pounds away. The officials and guards were placed in front of Zhu Jun, with a few dishes of wine and food on it. The inn owner smiled and sat on the side of the little one next to Zhu Jun. At first, he saw a group of people coming in, and saw Zhu Jun and others dressed in bright clothes. He thought they were some big customers and came to arrange the program in person, but who knew that there was a eunuch among them. With Zhu Jun's conversation, the shopkeeper naturally understood something and hurriedly saluted Zhu Jun.

Zhu Jun was so kind that he didn't go out for a private visit, but accompanied the woman to go shopping. I don't know what the palace maid brought it into the palace. He told Zhu Jun's three concubines that the gouache shop outside was even newer than the ones in the palace. Zhou Xueer immediately quarreled to leave the palace. She was originally active. She had no chance to leave the palace for a few years in the palace, and she had been so tired that she had tried her best to persuade Zhai Ci and Annie. Even the ignorant Zhu Ciyan was attracted by the ignorance. Zhu Jun was annoyed and saw that they were in the palace, so he simply called the guards to change their clothes. After all, Nanjing City was at the foot of the emperor, and the public security was excellent. The thieves and magistrates of the Nine Gate Admiral Office were hiding out during the day and night. Even if there were any crimes, they would never dare to cause trouble in Nanjing.

Princess Anne was appointed as the Imperial Concubine two years ago. Now she has given birth to a son, named Zhu Cirong. The second prince is a mixed-race child, but the characteristics of the Orientals are more obvious. She has already made arrangements for her second son Zhu Jun, and she has arranged for him a few great scholars and several scholars from Europe to teach him. Now that little Zhu Cirong is still in her infancy, she is naturally taken care of by the wet nurse in the palace.

When the three women left the city, they asked the guards to inquire. There was news that a new shop was opened. Zhou Xueer led the team in front, and Pei Ci and Anni went shopping under the protection of several secret stakes. However, Zhu Jun was unwilling to join in the fun, so he drank in the inn along the street, waited slowly, and chatted with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed at first, and was quite unable to let go in front of the emperor. He was always frightened in his words, afraid that he would say something wrong. However, he slowly saw that Zhu Jun had no airs and even started to get married with him. The shopkeeper finally let go a little, smiled and pointed to the window, saying, "Your Majesty, have you seen the shop opposite? Today, it happened that the little man's cousin opened a new shop opposite. Originally, my cousin was going to celebrate today, but it seemed that he couldn't go."

Zhu Jun looked down and saw Zhou Xueer's cheerful figure. He smiled and said to the shopkeeper: "Since your cousin is newly opened, then don't accompany him here, go and congratulate him first."

The chubby shopkeeper shook his head repeatedly, and his courage was stronger: "With the emperor here, my cousin can only neglect my job. It is okay to go and congratulate him at night. The emperor's little thug, Bu Ren, asked him for something unhappy. Later, he stuttered slightly and asked the emperor for something. This was the first time he did it. Out of awe, he naturally stuttered a little.

"Oh? But it might be fine. If it weren't for the military and national affairs, Lian agreed to Zhu Jun's mood to leave the palace today. He touched the dispersed words on Zhu Ciyan's head.

"It's like this. The villain does some small business transactions and is quite famous in Nanjing. The emperor and... the shop is full of glory, but since the emperor is here, the villain wants to invite the emperor, one or two. I want to ask the emperor to leave a treasure, which will definitely attract many romantic and famous scholars to stop and watch in the future.

Zhu Jun couldn't help but turn black, Mobao? If it were other requests, Zhu Jun naturally agreed. Even if he rewarded him with a thousand taels of silver, it would not be a big deal, but he actually asked for Mobao. Zhu Jun smiled bitterly. Over the years, his calligraphy has been a little more correct, but his ears are far worse than those scholars who have learned calligraphy since childhood. Isn't it a joke for scholars all over the world to leave this?

However, Zhu Jun had already agreed to it just now, except for military and national affairs, he could agree to everything else, but he forgot to mention a word that he should not write and leave ink. He had already said that he had been released. Now he couldn't regret it. Zhu Jun was very troubled. There were so many people watching him. In the eyes of the officials next to him, keeping a pound was a matter of raising hands. If he regretted it now, someone would probably advise him not to be joking. At this time, Zhu Ci next to him

Yan also started to make a fuss. He was only five or six years old, but Zhu Jun took him everywhere, so he naturally had a lot of knowledge. In addition, he was smart and clever. He immediately saw why his father was hesitant. He knew the word "Father" and immediately clapped his hands and said, "Father has agreed to you just now, so he will naturally leave a magic treasure for your shop, Father. Do you think so?" Zhu Ciyan looked at Zhu Jun with a narrow head raised and blinked his eyes, obviously wanting to see Zhu Jun's joke.

In the palace, Zhu Jun is the one who indulged the prince the most. When he was time to learn, he let the old-fashioned Zhao Zhili teach him, but in his spare time, he laughed with him. Therefore, Zhu Ciyan was more afraid of Zhai Ci and his skills, "Grandpa, a little more close to Zhu Jun and less awe.

Zhu Jun had an idea, and saw the shopkeeper looking at him bang, and coughed, "Lian is a little tired today, why not do this." Zhu Jun turned his head and looked at Zhu Ciyan, and smiled: "Let Yan'er write one. He is Lian'er's own son and the prince of the current dynasty. He left behind the shop treasures in this store. I believe your store business will be better. Moreover, Lian also wants to take the exam today. The shopkeeper, go and get the pen and mo."

The shopkeeper heard that the prince's handwriting was written by the prince, but he had no objection. After all, many people must have read the handwriting of the emperor's review of the memorials. It was precisely this prince, which was the hope of the future generations of the Ming Dynasty. I wonder how many scholars and officials had high hopes for this little guy. If his handwriting was displayed, many people would probably not help but look at the literary talent of the young prince, right? He agreed with a smile and went downstairs to get the pen and ink.

Zhu Ciyan had a distressed face and felt like shooting himself in the foot. As a father, Zhu Jun couldn't help but teach his son: "Yan'er, did you see it? As the emperor, he doesn't have to do anything personally. The emperor is the emperor, but he is definitely not a saint. The emperor also has his own shortcomings. If that is the case, what should he do?"

Zhu Ciyan shook his head and said, "The things should be left to those who are good at talented people. For example, the father did not write, but he just gave them to his son minister. Of course, it was because the father wrote too ugly, and the son was very knowledgeable about writing, but it was better than the father's words, so the father gave them to his son minister."

Zhu Jun couldn't help laughing. At the end of the day, he was ridiculed by this little guy in a roundabout way. However, the truth he wanted to say was exactly this. It was just the little guy who took the opportunity to take advantage of the issue. He could only nod: "Yes, you can say that, the emperor is the emperor. The emperor is neither a civil official nor a military general. The civil official manages the country and the military generals are in battle. These are all due matters. Those who are the emperor can only take the overall situation and cannot interfere in asking about some things they don't understand. The most important thing for those who are in the upper hand is to learn to employ people. For example, this time, the couplet asked you to write, you are the son of the couplet, which naturally represents the couplet. And you are young, even if your handwriting is not beautiful, no one will go into it. At most, they will smile and leave. But the couplet is different. Do you understand?"

The truth Zhu Jun wanted to tell him was very obvious, that is, to be content with his duties. The world is so big, and every pound, people must be content with their duties and do what they are good at. As an emperor, they must not be cautious in their own use. They think that they understand why they often interfere with the governance methods of their ministers. In the end, they make a very easy thing difficult. For emperors, they only need to learn to use people to reward merits and punish evil, and distinguish right from wrong.

Zhu Ciyan nodded seriously: "My son knows."

After a while, the shopkeeper came up with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed it on the Eight Immortals table. Zhu Ciyan grabbed the pen and suddenly tilted his head: "Father, what words should my son write?"

Zhu Jun patted his childish shoulder: "Let's just write about the Prince Zhu Ciyan of the Ming Dynasty who came here to visit."

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Chapter completed!