I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Moreover, Fengdu is much bigger than Shenzhen, and there are no landlords in villages in the city—those "hardcore crops" who drag blood and suck blood, and will definitely develop even better.

At least, nowadays, despite the widespread popularity of Rising Sun cars, the traffic congestion in Fengdu is still within the tolerable range.

In the initial design of Fengdu, Fugui Palace is located in the southwest corner of the city, which belongs to the mountainous area and is adjacent to Tianziyan Square in the north.

The six yamen, Jinyiwei Nanbei Zhen Fusi, Zhao prison, and other important departments of the imperial court are located on the adjacent plain.

This place has naturally become the administrative center of the entire Ming Empire.

The adjacent offices of various departments can improve efficiency, especially in Jinyiwei Imperial Prison, which is highly efficient.

Of course, more importantly, such a layout reduces the travel distance of ministers and greatly reduces the pressure on security.

With the development of Fengdu, the population composition of the city is not as simple as before.

Even with political censorship + household registration management, in a metropolis with a population of 80, it is still inevitable that some people with ulterior motives will be mixed in.

In the past six months, Jin Yiwei has uncovered three horrific attempts to assassinate His Majesty the Emperor, and the black hands behind the scenes are all directed at the Forbidden City.

The old witch Cixi... the little witch Xingzhen is very good at shooting black guns, Zhu Fugui had to guard against it.

He didn't want to be a short-lived ghost like Ferdinand, nor did he want to be a senior brainless like Lincoln.

However, Zhu Fugui's security force is very strong, and it is actually safer than ordinary ministers.

At the same time, the little witch Xingzhen stayed in the deep palace all day, and it was difficult for Daming to do anything.

And to be honest, Zhu Fugui had no interest in assassinating her.

The Ming Dynasty could not live without Zhu Fugui, but the Puppet Qing Dynasty had no Empress Dowager Cixi.

Today, Southeast Mutual Insurance appeared 34 years ahead of schedule, and the domestic situation in the Manchu and Qing Dynasties changed drastically. There was no room for Cixi to move around and display political skills in history.

From Zhu Fugui's point of view, the Qing Dynasty is probably a pill!

Zhu Fugui had no doubts that even if he died on the spot now and the Ming Dynasty disintegrated on the spot, it was absolutely impossible for him to survive the Qing Dynasty until 1912.

The most likely scenario is that Daming died suddenly on the front foot, and the Qing Dynasty returned to the west. The Ming and Qing Dynasties walked side by side on Huangquan Road. The picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it.

Therefore, Zhu Fugui did not have any sense of urgency to kill Cixi, but he came and did not reciprocate indecently.

Such a big Ming with a clear destiny is making waves overseas, how can there be no loyal people in China?

In Beijing and other places, a spies network has begun to take shape.

Yin Weas assured His Majesty Zhu Fugui that Jin Yiwei would strive to give Yehenara Xingzhen a big gift at her 11st birthday party on November 29 this year, under the premise of ensuring the safety of the informant.

Chapter 346 Candidates for Admiral of the Navy

Discussed about Nanyang disaster relief for a full four hours, but still haven't fully figured it out.

After all, Daming is far away, so it can't just be disaster relief.

Do something more or less.

If Japan counts as half of Daming's home court, then it's really hard to say who Nanyang's home court is.

After all, although the main indigenous ethnic group over there also bears the name of a yellow race, most of them are far from the Confucian cultural circle, not even the Mongols.

These natives are not at all objects that can be wooed and used.

On the contrary, their hands are stained with the blood of the Chinese, and they are the thugs and accomplices of the Western powers.

Thinking about it carefully, Daming's conclusion may also be suspected of double standards, because Daming did not treat Yin people like this before.

But still the same sentence, the reason why the Yin people are good Yin people is because they only have a population of 40 left.

But there are tens of millions of indigenous people in Southeast Asia.

For them, Ming had to spend a lot of time on ethnic segmentation.

Ethnic groups like the Dong, Dai, Lao, and Yue are naturally different from Java and Malay.

But in the end, Zhu Fugui didn't want to take over such a troublesome matter for the time being.

Daming should first consolidate the basic base of the Chinese, making the base bigger and stronger is the best strategy.

Today, the three to four million Chinese in Nanyang only have the spiritual cover and accumulated wealth, and lack organizational and mobilization capabilities.

Daming could learn from the future communist movement and secretly send loyal and brave men there to carry out some preliminary work, organize these Chinese, and when the time is right, they will fight the British in Malacca in one fell swoop.

……

On the way back to Fugui Palace, Zhu Fugui lay on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest.

During the recent period, the shooting progress of "Hiroshima Mon Love" has been very slow, and even the classic song duet between men and women has not been recorded yet.

Bai Xia'er didn't know why, she was always out of shape.

When filming with myself, there will be a trance.

That's right, after all, Bai Xia'er is just a 17-year-old girl, so I can't put too much pressure on her.

Think about what you were doing at the age of 17?

It's just becoming emperor, marrying the Yin princess, and fighting a few small battles with the Lincoln gang, there is really nothing to talk about.

Thinking of Bai Xia'er, Zhu Fugui's stomach couldn't help but growl.

Every time she goes to the set, this little girl will make water shield soup, crucian carp soup and pig's trotters for herself.

Although this shows that Asian carp (crucian carp is one of them) has become an invasive creature in the Daming River, and these dishes are very similar to a three-piece set, but I have to say, it is really delicious!

Zhu Fugui tasted the taste of his hometown from these dishes, full of happiness.

After discussing with a group of courtiers for a long time today, Zhu Fugui was already hungry.

When I think of the food in my hometown, I can't bear it.

"Xiao Liu, let's go to Building 37 of Osmanthus Square!"

"Yes, handsome!"

Of course the driver Liu Hao knew who lived at No. 37 Osmanthus Square.

As the driver, Liu Hao may be one of the people who knows the mansion of the Long Live Lord best.

In later generations, driving for the leader has always been able to know many secrets, which is why the future work of the drivers will be well arranged.

It won't work if you don't seal it well.

……

The Sun Moon 01 bulletproof car and the accompanying cars full of guards turned together and headed east.

25 minute later.

"Zhu...Your Majesty, why are you here!"

Wearing loose pajamas and barefoot, Bai Xia'er opened the door of the apartment blankly.

The guards were very professional and had disappeared somewhere. Outside the gate, there was only Zhu Fugui who was touching his head in embarrassment.

"Miss Bai, I'm sorry, my old Li has an incurable disease. Before he dies, he wants to eat water shield soup and braised crucian carp again. I wonder if you can fulfill this last wish for him?"

"This……"

Bai Xia'er froze for a moment, thinking of the father-in-law who had caught a quick glimpse on the set in her mind.

At that time, Bai Xia'er instinctively felt that he looked familiar, a bit like the father-in-law she met when she was a child.

But when the two images are superimposed together, the gap is too big.

That father-in-law back then was a thin and aging middle-aged man, but now the father-in-law is almost a spherical fat man, his face is stretched out by fat, without any creases.

Based on the experience of Bai Xiaer's sons and daughters, this kind of fat is definitely not normal.

Although Bai Xia'er's father is also quite fat.

But her father is the kind of powerful and fat man like Lu Da and Wu Erlang, and that father-in-law Li looks completely puffy, and he really looks like his days are numbered.

Bai Xia'er nodded, "If it's Eunuch Li's last wish...of course it's possible..."

"Great, follow me back to the palace." Zhu Fugui also remembered the difference between men and women, so he didn't reach out to hold the girl's hand.

"But...but I haven't prepared any ingredients today!" Bai Xiaer shook her head quickly and said, "It's not a good time to buy it, is it?"

Zhu Fugui shook his hand indifferently, and said, "Hey, there are naturally some in the palace, and the freezer is a good thing!"

……

"Miss, are we really going to the Emperor Ming's palace?"

Sitting in the car, Gillian rubbed her hands, looking embarrassed.

Since becoming Bai Xia'er's maid, Gillian finally no longer has to live that precarious life.

But now, Gillian found that she was lucky enough to see the residence of His Majesty the Emperor, what an honor it was!

Tell it to the sisters in Seattle trying to please the truckers and industrial workers, they'll be mad with jealousy!

And... to be favored by the prince, like those Cinderellas in the bard's tales...

Bah, bah, bah, His Majesty the emperor of Ming Dynasty, that is a nobleman of the same level as the Roman emperor, how can those little princes be compared with him?

Gillian had already thought of the name of her son with His Majesty the Emperor, and the style of his fiefdom castle in her mind.

But unfortunately, the atmosphere in the car was very dull, and no one took care of her.

Zhu Fugui rarely sat in the passenger seat, while Bai Xiaer sat behind him.

Both remained silent.

In fact, when he came out of Bai Xia'er's apartment and was blown by the cold wind, Zhu Fugui regretted it.

He is an emperor anyway, how could he force the girls back to the palace just because of his greed?

What is the difference between doing this by yourself and that old Shiquan?

Hey, in the final analysis, she still slanders her craftsmanship.

Scumbag!

Zhu Fugui reflected on himself.

Bai Xia'er also lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Soon the Fugui Palace will arrive.

Lao Li ran out with a stewed pig's head in his hands, "Long Live Lord, it's been too hard to manage the government so late, this old servant asked the Imperial Dining Room to heat up the dishes again!"

Compared with Cixi, who has hundreds of dishes for a meal, Zhu Fugui is really frugal.

Not only did he only eat three meats, one vegetable and one soup for each meal, but he also reheated the cold dishes before eating. Zhu Fugui even ate a box lunch with Cordyceps matsutake on the set.

These have all been reported in the "Da Ming Times".

In the hearts of the people of Ming Dynasty, the frugality of today's sages and emperors must be no more than that of Yao and Shun in ancient times.

"That Li Banban...Didn't I mention it to you before, there is a white girl on the set, and her Hangzhou cuisine is a must, so today I invite her to cook..."

Zhu Fugui had just invited Bai Xia'er to cook on the pretext that Lao Li was going back to the west, but now, Lao Li ran out alive and kicking, which made the atmosphere a little awkward for a moment.

Zhu Fugui scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it for a moment.

Old Li, he is actually returning to the light?

Look at his fat appearance, that fat one is still sitting there eating pork head meat, don't you know what's going on?

Blood lipids are about to explode!

Zhu Fugui organized his words, ready to scold Lao Li, but he never thought that Lao Li suddenly wiped his tears and said:

"As expected of you, Long Live Lord, as expected, even the thoughts of this old slave cannot escape your discerning eyes, are you doing this for this old slave before going to war?

To be able to have another mouthful of authentic food from his hometown before setting off on the expedition, even if the old slave died in the sea, he would be willing in his heart! "

"What?"

Zhu Fugui was stunned, "What kind of expedition? What kind of expedition are you going for?"

I saw that old eunuch Li's original mung bean eyes suddenly burst into a little light, which made his unbearable appearance increase by several percentage points.

He raised his head and said: "The Sa family naturally wants to imitate the old father-in-law Ma Sanbao, patrolling the South Seas for His Majesty, and tidying up the sea!"

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