There is only one emperor in the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Emperor.

But there are seven princes and seven vassal kings.

At that time, Emperor Taizu personally enthroned four princes and appointed his second son as the commander of the northern border troops of the King of Yan, with a fief of Chang'an City.

He named his third son King Zhao, but unfortunately he died in the palace before he was granted a vassal.

There is also Emperor Taizong who was named King Hui back then.

The last one is the younger brother of Emperor Taizu, who was named King of Liang, and his fief is Liangzhou. He is a Liangzhou cavalry who is brave and good at fighting, stationed in the Western Regions, and intimidated the Western Regions.

After that, Emperor Taizong granted his adopted son Zhu Ping as King of Cheng, his fief of Yizhou, and his son-in-law Li Yong, the former Qin Dynasty, to be King of Qi, and his fief of Youzhou.

Now, His Majesty Ming Emperor personally enthroned his eldest son Li Zhong as King Zhao and his fief is Xiangzhou. The court still had some objections to the title of the eldest son of the Ming Emperor, because the third son of Taizu had this title, so the memorials from the Censorate at that time were piled up on the desk of the imperial study room like snow. In the end, Yang Zhao from the Censorate submitted a memorial to completely solve the problem. It was precisely because of this that Yang Zhao was completely staying with His Majesty Ming Emperor.

The second prince, Li Xiaoyun, was named King Dai, and his fief was Yangzhou where Jiang Wei and seven others defended him for seven days, and then the third prince, Li Mao, was named Bianzhou.

In fact, there were quite a few people who were named vassal kings back then, but for various reasons, only seven princes were left, among which the King of Yan was the most powerful, the King of Qi was the most powerful, and the King of Liang was the most excellent in cavalry.

When the old Duke of Wei arrived at Jiming Temple, it was just dawn. The old man walked off the carriage with a cane. He knew that the emperor was inside, waiting for him.

The fog gradually rose, and Duke Wei waved his hand and signaled the butler to stay where he was and not to follow him to enter Jiming Temple.

In front of the gate of Jiming Temple, a little novice monk held the broom in his hand and swept the fallen leaves. When he saw the arrival of the old Duke of Wei, he hurriedly clasped his hands together and bowed.

Duke Wei smiled and replied, pointing to the direction of the gate of Jiming Temple, as if asking if the gate was opened. The little novice shook his head and said softly, "Donor, it's early, Jiming Temple has not opened the mountain gate yet. Why don't the monk wake them up and open the door for you?"

Duke Wei grabbed the little novice monk who wanted to go back to Jiming Temple to call someone, and smiled slightly, "Thank you, my little master. I'd better sit here and wait for a while, and I don't have to hurry up."

After saying that, Duke Wei picked up the broom on the ground and helped the little sharks clean up the fallen leaves. The little sharks beside him touched his bald head, "Donor, let go quickly, this is what the little monk wants to do. You are a pilgrim, just leave it to the little monk."

The old Duke of Wei cleared out a lot of fallen leaves in his blink of an eye, "Little Master, I am old and can't stay. If I don't do anything, I will feel uncomfortable with my old bones. Otherwise, I will be a little master and I will be pitiful.

The old man.”

The little novice monk still refused to let Duke Wei clean up the fallen leaves, took the broom, and whispered: "No, if the uncle of the temple saw me, I would be miserable. Old man, you should sit there and wait peacefully. When the time comes, go into the mountain gate."

"My little master, do you think the Buddha will really bless those who have sincerely reformed? Can he let him go to the West?"

The little novice monk remembered the scriptures that his master asked him to copy, and said sincerely to Duke Wei Laoguo: "Donor, the Buddha will definitely bless you, a kind person."

The old Duke of Wei smiled gently and stopped forcing. The Buddhist beads in his hand slowly turned and sat on the steps beside him. He leaned on the ground with one hand and held the Buddhist beads with the other hand, and put them on his legs, quietly watching the little novice monk clearing the fallen leaves.

Time flies, and the little novice monk quickly clears the fallen leaves, whispers to the old Duke of Wei on the side, and walks to Jiming Temple. Wu Lao Guogong nods his head and shows that there is only Wu Lao Guogong left in the square in front of the huge Jiming Temple.

The spring breeze suddenly blew down leaves. The ground that had just been cleared by the little monks fell a lot. When Duke Wei looked at the fallen leaves, he saw that life was like this fallen leaves. When he was a child, he was like the tender buds that had just grown in spring, weak and fresh. When he grew into leaves, he was like the time when he was a teenager, missed and beautiful, and the fallen leaves on the ground were the current self. It was time to leave.

The sound of children playing in his ears came. Duke Wei looked up and saw several children walking out of the gate of Jiming Temple, gathering in groups, holding small shovels in their hands, and playing on the land beside them.

Duke Wei smiled slightly and couldn't help but remember that his grandfather seemed to be looking at him like this back then. His grandfather sat there for a long time. At that time, he was still guessing what his grandfather was looking at. Now he thinks about it and understands it a little.

Wherever you see is all memories, and what you think is all the past.

It turns out that I am missing my past time.

The old Duke of Wei, who was sitting there, slowly stood up, and the Buddhist beads in his hand broke, and the beads fell to the ground one by one. The old man did not bend down to pick them up, but straightened his clothes and walked into Jiming Temple with old steps.

"Die if you die."

In the autumn of the fifth year of Jiahe, Xu Tiande, one of the four generals of the dynasty, died in Chang'an City and Jiming Temple.

Today is the most unusual day for Wang Yi, because today His Majesty Ming Emperor will summon himself, Ma Shun and other Jinyiwei to Nanchu in the Hall of Supreme Harem.

Just a few days ago, Emperor Ming sent someone to pick up Xiao Wenxuan, who had lived in Ziwu Lane for a long time. The world issued an order to inform the world that Xiao Wenxuan recognized his ancestors and returned to his hometown, changed his name to Li Wenxuan, and named him Princess Taiping.

This is the first time that Wang Yi has come outside the Supreme Hall since he joined the Jinyiwei, so he is naturally a little nervous.

Aside

Li Yuan, who was shameless and insisted on following him, stood there, relaxing. Looking at the people around him, Li Yuan couldn't understand. Isn't it just seeing my cousin? Is there anything so nervous? I've seen him several times back then.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, all the people who are qualified to stand here are in the Ming Dynasty who are qualified to decide the direction of the Ming Dynasty. The middle-aged man in imperial robe sat high on the dragon throne, and the officials below were talking generously about the state affairs in their memorials.

The middle-aged man sitting on the dragon throne just yawned and asked, "Where did he say?"

Gao Lishi hurriedly bent down, put his body as close as possible to His Majesty's ear, and whispered: "Your Majesty, Lord Liu is talking about the Ministry of Revenue's plan today, and talk about the issue of reducing military pay."

Emperor Ming just said softly, and then said to Lord Liu below: "Okay, I understand. Needless to say, the next one."

The following is about the fact that Lord Liu, who thought he was proud, heard His Majesty's words and had to stop raising his right hand, accused him of the crime, retreated into the queue of ministers, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Gao Lishi shouted: "Who else wants to report to His Majesty?"

None of the ministers dared to speak. Gao Lishi quietly glanced at Zhang Juzheng who was standing there motionless, then turned around, lowered his head, and said to the Ming Emperor: "Your Majesty is OK."

When the sleepy Emperor Ming heard this, he stood up and put his hands on his back. "Everyone, I want to talk about a blessing from the Li family today, the blessing from the Ming Dynasty, the King of Zhao during the Taizu period, and my third emperor's uncle, still have descendants to stay in the world."

After Emperor Ming finished speaking, there were naturally people below who shouted that God blessed the Ming Dynasty and His Majesty’s wise wisdom.

Standing aside, the Minister of Rites Yao Xianzhi looked at the group of people coldly, feeling very disdainful, a group of Ming worms.

While the Ming Emperor was standing in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, five hundred cavalrymen entered from the east gate of Chang'an City. The leader was wearing a python robe, and a tall brown-red horse with a golden Yan-like flag followed closely behind.

On the streets of Chang'an City, there was silent. Everyone held their breath. When they saw the Yan King's Flag, they knelt down one after another, shouting "Yan King". Five hundred cavalrymen were as powerful as bamboo. Under the leadership of the leader, they drove all the way to the Meridian Gate of the Imperial Palace, and no one dared to stop them.

The leader turned over and dismounted, and took a "soldier" from the horse beside him. The soldier was a little weak. After dismounting, he called "Second Uncle."

The "Second Uncle" made the King of Yan laugh. The King of Yan raised his head, looked at the tall city gate, held the "soldier" hand, and walked into the Meridian Gate with the few personal guards behind him as if no one was around him.
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