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

The majesty of the emperor cannot be violated in any way!

A support for going out and leading the way.

On the empty and wide streets, there were also musical instruments from the palace, such as sheng, xiao, drum, and horn. The melody of "Wansui Music" lingered on the fluttering flags, golden melons, axes, and stirrups, and fell into everyone's ears.

Shocking.

The ceremonial guard in front walked for a long time, and the people on both sides of the road finally saw the imperial sedan chair surrounded by many Jinyiwei, eunuchs holding whisks, and beautiful palace maids.

The imperial chariot was decorated with gold and jade, and was magnificent.

The black horses pulling the imperial chariot are all excellent horses picked from thousands of miles away. They hold their heads high, have strong muscles, and even their steps are in unison!

of course.

All eyes followed the landing point.

Of course, it is the imperial chariot decorated with gold and jade, or rather... the person sitting in the imperial chariot - the Emperor Kaiqian who holds the supreme power in the world!

When the imperial carriage passed by.

The people on both sides of the road suddenly showed excitement on their faces, and their eyes were fixed on the young man in the imperial carriage whose face was vaguely visible.

Then he knelt down again with a "thump thump".

"I, a humble citizen, pay my respects to Your Majesty!!"

"Long live your Majesty! Long live! Long live!"

"..."

Zhu Yunhuan sat in the imperial carriage, dressed in a royal robe, and sat up straight, which was rare. After all, he was sitting in public, in front of thousands of people. He also knew that in ancient times, Confucian culture and etiquette were highly valued, so he had to follow these cumbersome procedures.

The imperial carriage was covered with gauze curtains on all sides.

But I can still hear all the sounds outside:

"Your Majesty! Thanks to the court for giving us so much anthracite for free, our little grandson originally caught a cold due to the heavy snow and was bedridden for a long time. It looked like he was on the verge of death. But your Majesty, the anthracite is burning, the room is warm, and after these days, our little grandson is almost recovered!"

"Your Majesty is our great benefactor!"

"Hey! No one in my family is sick, but thanks to your majesty, we can actually eat meat during the New Year this year! Hehehehe! This was something we couldn't even imagine before!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty. The Ming Dynasty was founded and will last forever!"

"Long live His Majesty! Long live His Majesty!!!"

"Your Majesty not only gave us anthracite so we could exchange it for other things, but he even issued an imperial decree specifically for this purpose, cracking down on forced sales and unscrupulous merchants... Only then can these benefits truly benefit us! Otherwise, if it were any other time, do you think you could have kept such a good thing?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!"

"..."

Through the curtains around the imperial carriage, Zhu Yunhuan saw more and more people gathering together. Although most of them were wearing coarse linen clothes, or even the roughest quality cloth clothes he had sold before, they had extremely sincere smiles on their faces. Some were kneeling on the snow and kowtowed to his imperial carriage, while others were raising their hands and shouting at his imperial carriage amid the surging crowd.

See these scenes and hear these sounds coming together.

Beneath his dark gold-rimmed long sleeves, Zhu Yunhuan involuntarily clenched his fists, as if an inexplicable emotion was nourishing and growing. This inexplicable emotion was like thousands of invisible threads, spreading out from him, passing through the curtains around him, and flowing towards the thousands of ordinary people outside...

It also formed a kind of...inexplicable connection.

At the same time, it seemed as if something in my heart had fallen from high up in the clouds to the bottom.

original.

Zhu Yunhuan never cared about the so-called worship of heaven and earth... and other complicated procedures.

Because he is still a modern man at heart.

He actually felt that it was no exaggeration to say that such a large-scale mobilization was a burden to him - he didn't get anything substantial, but instead exhausted himself.

But now he felt differently.

He sat in this place and position where everyone was gathered around him and looking up at him, and he also saw those who were gathered around him and looking up at him.

These people would be turned upside down because of his one thought, because of some things he did not think were a big deal... For the first time, he felt that these people were his people!

This is his truest thought at the moment.

Before this, he regarded the current Ming Dynasty as just a piece of paper on which he could freely write and paint. What he wanted to do was to materialize what was in his mind and achieve his hegemony.

And now.

Only then did he see the true flesh and blood of this era.

and so……

Standing on the south side of Zhongshan Mountain, at the highest point on the altar, Zhu Yunhuan still obediently followed the procedures arranged by the Ministry of Rites, burning incense, offering sacrifices to heaven, making announcements... and so on.

But he was secretly saying in his heart:

"Ha! What about Heaven or not? I, Zhu Yunhuan, never acknowledge it, but... I will make our great China stand at the top of the world! Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever the rivers, lakes and seas flow, all will submit to our Great Ming! Now that I sit in this position, I will ensure they have food to eat, clothes to wear, and houses to live in! I will also let them witness an era where the sun never sets, an era that has never been seen before and will never be seen again!"

He was dressed in a dark robe and a gorgeous crown.

With his hands behind his back, in the cold wind at the turn of winter and spring, the blood in his body surged and his clothes rustled, as if silently conveying his thoughts to the heaven and earth, and to all his people below!

The new emperor changed the era name.

The first is to offer sacrifices to heaven, the second is to report to the temple, and the third is to beg for alms from the country.

The emperor Zhu Yunhuan personally went to the altar outside the capital to report to the heaven about the change of the reign title.

Reporting to the temple means offering sacrifices to ancestors in the Taimiao, and also reporting the change of the reign title to show the inheritance of the orthodox tradition.

In addition, people also go to the Sheji Altar to worship the gods of land and grains and pray for good weather, peace and prosperity for the country and the people.

This is the Confucian etiquette passed down from the "Book of Zhou".

Of course, Zhu Yunhuan didn't believe this.

The universe is vast, and no heaven or earth can protect you.

As for good weather, peace and prosperity... these are not things that can be easily obtained by burning incense and praying.

Otherwise, the emperors of all dynasties would have done nothing but burn incense, worship the sky and their ancestors every day, and the dynasty would have lasted forever.

What you want.

You can only rely on your own hands, your own brain, your own judgment, knowledge, vision and pattern.

and so……

After offering sacrifices to heaven at Zhongshan, Zhu Yunhuan returned to the Forbidden City as he was surrounded by the honor guard, cursing in his heart.

According to the Book of Zhou, the ancestral temple is on the left and the temple is on the right.

The Imperial Ancestral Temple was located in Yingtian Prefecture, on the southeast side of the present-day Forbidden City, and was known as the "Left Ancestral Temple." On the southwest side of the Forbidden City was the Altar of Land and Grain, which was known as the "Right Ancestral Temple."

So after returning to the palace, Zhu Yunhuan had to run around the Forbidden City, burning incense here and praying there.

The Forbidden City where Zhu Yunhuan is now is what later generations called the "Nanjing Forbidden City". In fact, the current "Nanjing Forbidden City" is even larger than the "Beijing Forbidden City" built by Zhu Di in imitation of it.

Even Zhu Yunhuan sat on the imperial carriage most of the time.

But he has always been carefree and unruly in his daily life. It is really a very difficult job for him to run around all the time and keep up appearances.

By the time he had paid homage to the ancestral temple and accepted the worship of his ministers in the Fengtian Hall, and finally returned to the Qianqing Palace... it was almost dark.

"All these complaints, sacrifices, and worships every day...it's worn me down to the bone..."