Inside the palace, it was brightly lit. Because of the rain, it was very quiet.
In the Ciqing Palace, Lee Lee and Miss Chen sat opposite each other. The two women looked at each other silently.
After a while, Lee Lee said slowly, "Sister, what should we do about this?
If we don't handle it well, I'm afraid there will be a disaster! "
Miss Chen looked at Madam Li and gave a sigh in her heart. With a young master and a widowed mother, it was really hard for her.
As the Empress of Long Qing, Miss Chen had experienced countless storms over the years. After all, since the two dragons didn't see each other, Long Qing's life as King Yu had not been easy.
After experiencing so many storms, Miss Chen was not as afraid as Lee Lee.
However, Miss Chen also knew the seriousness of this matter. If it wasn't handled well, there would be a lot of trouble.
Gao Gong, the former emperor's teacher, had accompanied the former emperor through storms. Now, he was the Minister of Decrees and the Prime Minister of the Cabinet. It could be said that Gao Gong represented the entire outer court. If there was a fight like the one that toppled Yan Song again, Miss Chen did not know what to do.
"Sister, let's approve the memorial!" After thinking for a while, Miss Chen said, "Just approve everything as usual."
Hearing Miss Chen's words, Lee Lee also understood what she meant. She believed that Gao Gong also understood.
Her son had just ascended the throne, and many things had not been straightened out. Stability was the best choice. Now the court could not be chaotic, whether it was the internal court or the outer court.
Realizing the stability of the throne would be the most beneficial to him and his son.
"Then do as you say!" Lee Lee did not think of any good ideas for the time being, so he nodded and said.
In the Palace of Heavenly Purity, Zhu Yijun had not slept yet. He was sitting in front of the table and practicing calligraphy.
In his previous life, Zhu Yijun had written calligraphy for a period of time, but he did not persist for long. He only wrote a few pieces of calligraphy.
He was not good at calligraphy. He only knew how to use a brush. In this life, since he had the opportunity, Zhu Yijun naturally wanted to practice.
However, Zhu Yijun felt that he should make a pencil. That thing was convenient to use, and he was used to using it. He could also sketch with it.
Making pencils was naturally difficult, but it wasn't that difficult.
He didn't know what graphite was in this era, but he could use carbon black.
The so-called carbon black was actually the raw material of the ink that Zhu Yijun was currently using. It should not be a problem to use it to make pencils. After all, it was all carbon.
Using clay as a binder, the pencil lead was strong and wear-resistant. Even in later generations, this method was still used to make pencils.
"Let's find someone to try it on tomorrow!" Zhu Yijun thought for a moment and smiled.
If it was really produced, it might even be a source of income. After all, the cost of this thing would not be too high. However, for the people of this era, it should be considered a new product.
If he proposed a sketch painting, it should be able to set off a wave.
If something was good from above, it would be even worse from below. As the Emperor, if he wanted to promote something, it would not take him any effort at all.
In his previous life, how did the earliest luxury goods come about? It was because they made daily necessities for the European royal families and nobles, such as bags, perfumes, red wine, etc.
Originally exclusive to the nobles, they later became common goods. Just like the saying, "In the old days, when the King left his court, the swallows flew into the homes of the common people."
Of course, the price would definitely make the commoners stomp their feet and curse.
As the Emperor of Daming, it would not take much effort for him to promote a few luxury goods brands.
The appeal of the royal family and the Emperor in this era was definitely top-notch. If the royal family promoted the Honours, and then the Honours promoted it to the commoners, the price would definitely make the commoners stomp their feet and curse.
However, it was better for him to keep the money of the landlords and the gentry rather than squander it.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late. It's time to rest!" Feng Bao saw that Zhu Yijun was still writing and reminded him carefully.
Taking a glance at Feng Bao, Zhu Yijun put down the pen in his hand and stretched his body. He smiled and said, "I'm indeed tired. Let's rest then!"
Hearing Zhu Yijun's words, Feng Bao immediately called out to the palace maid beside him. Ever since he transmigrated, Zhu Yijun no longer let the eunuchs serve him.
Changing clothes and bathing were all done by the palace maids.
Thinking of Feng Bao's old face and looking at his shota body, how could Zhu Yijun allow him to touch him?
After taking off his clothes and washing up, Zhu Yijun directly lay on the bed.
Originally, there was a palace maid to warm his bed, but Zhu Yijun canceled it.
As a man from the later generations, Zhu Yijun had a clear understanding of the affairs between men and women.
The short life of the Ming Dynasty Emperor was directly related to women. Unrestrained!
Fooling around at a young age and using all kinds of tonics when he was in his twenties, it would be strange if he could live long.
Zhu Yijun didn't want to die early. He was the Emperor in this life, so he had to live well. Otherwise, he wouldn't be an Emperor for nothing.
The next day.
Zhu Yijun was running and practicing boxing in the courtyard. After sweating a little, he stopped.
Ever since he transmigrated, Zhu Yijun had never stopped training.
Although he didn't want to be an Emperor on horseback, Zhu Yijun also had his own ideas about the military.
Without a strong army that could be used like an arm and a finger, it would be strange if the rule could be stable.
"The accompanying study plan is going to be brought up!" Zhu Yijun threw the towel to Feng Bao and thought to himself.
As an Emperor, how could he not have trusted subordinates? What kind of officials were trusted subordinates?
Of course, it was the hidden officials!
The Crown Princes of the Han and Tang Dynasties could establish their own residences. The Crown Prince's East Palace had a set of officials, just like a small imperial court.
When the Crown Prince ascended the throne, these people would naturally become the Emperor's trusted subordinates. In other words, a new Emperor would have a new generation of officials.
In the Great Qing Dynasty, this system existed. The most famous one should be the hidden officials of Emperor Yongzheng. There were many famous officials in the Yong Residence.
Daming was very bad at this. Of course, there was a reason. It was because the Emperor had a short life.
His father had hidden officials, Gao Gong and Zhang Juzheng. However, because the two dragons didn't meet, his father only had these two hidden officials.
Of course, Feng Bao and the other eunuchs were also hidden officials.
As for himself, his father probably didn't expect him to die so early. In addition, he was still young, so how could he have hidden officials?
When he ascended the throne and Zhang Juzheng was in charge, he laughed, and the hidden officials were even worse.
His predecessor wanted to replace the Crown Prince. One could imagine the Crown Prince's status. Hidden officials didn't exist at all. Moreover, his predecessor didn't even attend court and didn't have any power. How could he arrange hidden officials for the Crown Prince?
His son, Emperor Taichang, died a month after ascending the throne. He only slept with women and didn't have time to do anything before he died.