King Lu, Zhu Yiliu, was a very famous person in history. Zhu Yijun knew this very well. Of course, he was famous not because of anything else, but because of his debauchery and his mother's love.
His mother's love for him had reached a point where it was completely unreasonable.
Not to mention the tens of thousands of hectares of land, just his wedding alone was extremely extravagant.
Just the military budget for the border troops alone was more than 900,000 taels of silver, and he even bought up all the jewels in the capital. "Although the capital is rich in commodities, these treasures are different from the daily use of millet and silk. It is difficult to make a profit all the time."
Even so, the money for the wedding was still not enough. Hence, someone suggested to confiscate Zhang Juzheng's house to raise the money.
Whether it was Yan Song or Xu Jie, they were both rich and powerful Grand Ministers. The confiscation of their houses was very generous.
In order to recover the wedding expenses for her son, this old lady, who was from a peasant family and had once respected Zhang Juzheng highly, agreed.
In the end, the confiscation of his house only yielded tens of thousands of taels of silver, which was far less than one-tenth of Yan Song's. It was simply not enough for her son.
"My son is here, come quickly to Mother!"
Seeing his youngest son, Mr. Lee was overjoyed. He waved his son over with a bright smile on his face. It was a perfect example of the saying that the common people loved their youngest son.
There was another saying before the saying that the common people loved their youngest son, which was the royal family loved the eldest son. However, Mr. Lee was from a peasant family and had no such concept.
Zhu Yijun looked at his little brother, who was four years old. He was thinking about how to train this naughty child. It was not good for him to play all day like he did in his previous life. He had to teach him the right values and outlook on life.
Little Fatty Zhu Yiliu naturally did not know that he had been targeted by his heartless brother. He even ran in front of Zhu Yijun to greet him.
After the dishes were served, the whole family began to eat. Zhu Yijun had been hungry for a long time. At this time, he naturally opened his mouth and ate.
It had to be said that the chefs in the palace were really good at cooking.
Because it was the mourning period for the emperor, there was no need to think about meat. The mourning period lasted for 49 days, and he had to go to the Zi Palace every day to cry. He was not allowed to eat meat, drink alcohol, be close to women, listen to music, and wear mourning clothes.
Although Zhu Yijun was mentally prepared, Shisui's body still couldn't bear it.
There were more than a dozen dishes on the table, all of which were vegetarian dishes. However, the skills of the imperial chefs in the palace were quite good. Zhu Yijun ate with relish.
Today's soup was sweet and sour soup. The taste was also very good. The palace maids served at the side, and the timing of adding the soup was just right. This was the enjoyment of an emperor.
The staple food was Eight Treasures Mantou and Crystal Rice.
After eating a mouthful of Crystal Rice, Zhu Yijun's eyes lit up. The taste was unexpectedly good. At this time, the rice was not as delicious as the hybrid rice.
Mr. Lee looked at his eldest son, who was eating and drinking. He was dumbfounded. What's going on?
He didn't usually have such a good appetite!
He was afraid that his son would eat too much. At the same time, he felt a little distressed. He hurriedly ordered Feng Bao next to him, "Feng Bao, ask someone to prepare digestive soup."
Although he wanted to eat more, Zhu Yijun was only ten years old, so he couldn't eat much. After eating a little, he couldn't eat anymore.
After eating, Zhu Yijun slumped on the chair. Seeing his mother staring at him, Zhu Yijun said with embarrassment, "Mother, I'm very hungry today. I'm sorry for being impolite. I won't do it again."
"It's okay. It's okay. Eat more to grow stronger," Mr. Lee said with a smile.
Mr. Lee was born in a farmer's family. Although he had been in the imperial palace for many years, he was still a farmer's daughter. The concept of eating more to grow stronger was naturally deeply rooted in people's hearts.
After dinner, Mr. Lee left the East Palace with his youngest son. Only Zhu Yijun was left there.
Feng Bao stayed by Zhu Yijun's side to serve him. Zhu Yijun had other things to do, so he went to bed early.
However, lying on the bed, Zhu Yijun tossed and turned, thinking about what he should do.
Should he just accept the current situation?
This was definitely not what he wanted.
He was about to ascend the throne. According to the development of history, the imperial court would soon form a triangular power group.
This power group was headed by his mother, Mr. Lee Myung-bak, the Cabinet Secretary Zhang Juzheng, and Feng Bao. It was also this power group that pushed forward the reform for ten years.
If he didn't have something in his hands, he wouldn't feel confident. This was Zhu Yijun's real thought.
Zhang Juzheng's ascension to the top was only an inevitable historical development. This was the result of the power of the group of civil officials and scholar-officials.
Whether it was Yan Song, Xu Jie, Gao Gong, or Zhang Juzheng, they were all the results of the power of the scholar-officials group.
In history, even if the Wanli Emperor later ascended the throne, took charge of the government, and cleared up Zhang Juzheng, so what?
He wanted to regain power, but he still failed. Starting from Wanli, Daming's imperial power and the scholar-officials group had never stopped fighting for power.
In other words, it had started even earlier, even dating back to the Chenghua period.
Dongchang was already useless, so the Chenghua Emperor built the West Faction and appointed Wang Zhi.
After the Tumu Castle Incident, the military was basically disabled, and the Honours group was also finished. It was inevitable that the group of civil officials would become stronger.
If the emperor wanted to seize power, he could only take the battlefield to a place where he could make decisions. Basically, it was to fight for the throne and abolish the empress.
In history, the most successful person to abolish the empress was Li Zhi. He abolished Wang Liwu, got rid of the aristocratic group headed by Zhangsun Wuji, and took back his power.
Wanli also wanted to abolish the empress, and wanted to divide the scholar-officials group. Unfortunately, the scholar-officials didn't fall for it, and no one stood up for him. As a result, he could only hide from the court for 20 years.
When the emperor didn't go to the court, the scholar-officials group was naturally more unscrupulous. Starting from the Wanli Emperor, the speed of the Ming Dynasty's decline was like a highway.
Until the carpenter emperor began to appoint Wei Zhongxian and took back some power from the group of civil officials and scholar-officials.
However, he died too early, and his younger brother, Emperor Chongzhen, was useless. In addition, with the arrival of the Little Ice Age, the Daming was completely finished.
"I can't hand over Dongchang!" Lying on the bed and thinking for a long time, Zhu Yijun came to such a conclusion.
If Dongchang was handed over, then he would really have no bargaining chips in his hand.
Basically, the power that the emperor could hold in his hand was only this little bit.
As for the civil officials, needless to say, they were all from the scholar-officials group.
Because of the system of field farming, many of the military generals had become big landlords in the local areas. Besides, they couldn't even use their old profession to fight, let alone other things.
The army could fight, but it still needed to be cleaned up by Zhang Juzheng. Only then would they have the power to fight and win the three major expeditions.
"I can't give Dongchang to Feng Bao." Zhu Yijun set a small goal for himself, but this small goal might not be easy to achieve!
After all, Feng Bao had the support of Zhang Juzheng outside, and his mother in the palace supported him.