Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

"Damn it, what are you thinking!?"

In the Fengtian Hall.

It was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, and the Huaixi generals led by Lan Yu immediately started spitting.

For Yuan Tai and others.

Even though they had almost given up the idea of ​​participating in the memorial today, now that the topic was brought up, they naturally had to take part.

Things like "being upright and daring to make suggestions to the new emperor" may be recorded in history books the first time, but not necessarily the second time.

Besides, it has been a long time since they have been at odds with this group of Huaixi rough men.

"Why can't filial piety wait until after the burial?"

"The late emperor's body is still warm! How can you do such frivolous things?"

"It's okay if it's Ueki."

"Smelting ceramics can't be a way to express grief, right?"

"It's not that these things can't be done, but they shouldn't be done now! Our Great Ming Dynasty governs the world with filial piety, and even the imperial mausoleum is called 'Xiaoling Mausoleum'. Your Majesty, as the grandson of the emperor and the new emperor, how could you commit such a rebellious act!?"

The censors of the Censorate headed by Yuan Tai and the secretaries of various ministries... all spoke up to fight back.

The flowers and trees sent to the Qianqing Palace these days.

Which of them is not a valuable and rare flower and tree? Whether the purpose of "planting trees to express grief" is really so clear to everyone.

Moreover, this kind of “losing one’s ambition due to indulgence in toys” is not the only case.

As soon as these words came out.

Many Huaixi generals were indeed a little choked.

It's hard to refute this. Who would spend their free time playing around with mud and burning plates and dishes? You just want to have fun, don't you?

Seeing the Huaixi generals were embarrassed.

The censors of the Censorate and the Six Ministries, led by Yuan Tai, showed a hint of pride on their faces and looked at Yuan Tai. Yuan Tai immediately struck while the iron was hot and bowed to Zhu Yunhuan sitting on the imperial throne: "Your Majesty!..."

But the words haven't been finished yet.

He was interrupted by a rough voice:

"Firing ceramics... what's wrong with firing ceramic glazes?"

"Ceramics are also precious. Exquisite ceramics can be used as burial objects for the emperor or high-ranking officials. Your Majesty is firing ceramics in the Qianqing Palace just so that you can do it yourself and use them as burial objects for Your Majesty when you are buried!"

"It's also a show of filial piety! Heaven and earth can bear witness!"

"Your Majesty made it himself. Who can compare to this thoughtfulness?"

"You guys are just talking nonsense, what do you know?"

When people get excited, their brains work much faster than usual.

This group of people were called to the Qianqing Palace late last night, and divided up so many priceless pieces of glass with a lot of jingling. Many of them did not sleep all night, and when they came to the morning court early in the morning, they were still immersed in the excitement of last night.

The private collection of His Majesty.

This is all distributed by our current Majesty!

Thinking of this, someone got excited and immediately came up with an explanation.

Hearing this, the other Huaixi nobles were stunned for a moment and couldn't help but secretly complain:

"This guy is really smart! He can even come up with such a tricky angle to explain these things? 6!"

"Hmm... your filial piety is evident, and heaven and earth can bear witness..."

"If I hadn't seen His Majesty leading us to the mourning hall in the Qianqing Palace yesterday, pointing at the old man's tablet and having fun, I would have fucking believed it!"

He hesitated for a moment.

These Huaixi nobles joined in one after another, and the Fengtian Hall was filled with spitting again:

"Indeed! Your Majesty has been incredibly busy these past few days. Not only has he had to attend the late Emperor's funeral three times a day, but he's also been busy reviewing memorials in the Qianqing Palace. He's even planted trees to express his grief and personally burned burial objects for the late Emperor. In just a few days, he's become incredibly tired and thin!"

"Did you see it? No! You can't see it!"

"..."

The censors and generals were unwilling to show weakness to each other and divided into two groups to fight back and forth in the Fengtian Hall, making it very lively.

Zhu Yunhuan sat on the ceremonial carriage.

He supported his head with the back of his hand, leaning against the side of the chair under him, and watched the two groups of people coming and going in Fengtian Hall with calm eyes. He even found it quite funny.

"Ueki expressed his grief...burning ceramics to bury Old Zhu...amazing, amazing! They're the ones who came up with this idea..."

"Who says a reckless man is uneducated?"

"This jingling, white box of glass was sent out, and I had a general to debate for me. See how nice he is to hear?"

Zhu Yunhuan thought carelessly in his heart, watching the Fengtian Hall become more and more chaotic.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyes through the vermilion lacquered gate of Fengtian Hall and glanced outside - the sun was rising, it was almost time.

He yawned, then stood up and stretched his neck.

Glanced at Ma Sanbao.

Ma Sanbao immediately understood and swung the whip in his hand vigorously.

Snapped--

A loud noise was heard in the Fengtian Hall. The censors and Huaixi generals who were still immersed in a fierce quarrel were stunned and paused.

The entire Fengtian Hall suddenly became quiet.

Zhu Yunhuan put on a sad expression, slowly lowered his eyes, and said in a sad voice: "What you said... is exactly what I was thinking!"

"Grandpa Emperor has passed away. I am deeply saddened, so I have planted some trees in the Qianqing Palace, hoping that Grandpa Emperor will use this as a reminder to come back and visit from time to time."

"There's not much I can do for Grandpa Huang. What I do with my own hands, whether good or bad, is the best way to express my feelings. I hope Grandpa Huang will find comfort in his afterlife."

Zhu Yunhuan's grief-stricken voice echoed in the spacious and quiet Fengtian Hall.

Then there was silence.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

I don't feel it when we're arguing.

For example, after a tiring argument, suddenly stop.

All the Huaixi military generals and civil officials present instantly felt exhausted and their heads were buzzing.

Zhu Yunhuan paused slightly and glanced at the rather tired civil and military officials.

He suppressed his grief and said, "The deceased is gone, but the Ming Dynasty must continue. This is the end of today's morning court session. Officials from all departments should fulfill their duties and shoulder the burden of our Ming Dynasty together. If the Emperor knew this, he would also be comforted."

"Retreat."

Zhu Yunhuan finally uttered two words lightly.

He turned and walked towards the back of Yiluan.