In front of the Ganqing Palace in the Forbidden City.

Emperor Wanli put a golden crown of beaded and filigree painted eagle upright on the head of the little Mongolian prince Buta Shi. He took two steps back and looked up and down. Finally, he raised his hand to the King Lu beside him and said, "Well, take the hairpin."

King Lu felt that the emperor's habit was very bad. There were so many eunuchs and palace maids in the palace, and even the martial eunuchs and Jinyiwei, but whenever he was present, he would do the errands and let others rest.

What was the most embarrassing thing about this incident to King Lu? He was always present. The Forbidden City was his home. Where could he go if he was not here?

Prince Lu could only obediently present a silver hairpin, and looked up at the tall eaves of the Ganqing Palace with his extremely envious eyes. Next to the eaves, the sworn brothers who were obtained from the fire in the military room were piling on glazed tiles on their heads, holding their arms around the dragon, and their tails were gently shaking under the eaves of the palace, snoring like thunder.

Prince Lu is in a small mood.

Why do I have to do miscellaneous work after eating, sleeping all day long, and staying in the sun when I am full, and keep sleeping in the sun while I am covered in the clouds!

"It's much better looking like this, the golden eagle crown, silver feather hairpin, and eight-treasure flower brocade scattered, which is worthy of my Prince of the Golden Kingdom."

The so-called Jin Kingdom of Ming Dynasty was the Tumote tribe. Altan was called Emperor with Zhao Quan's assistance aged a long time ago. It would be called Jin Kingdom, and he had the ambition to retake the path of Genghis Khan... Then he sent the Bansheng Lord Zhao Quan and others to the Ming Dynasty. Under the tribute, the Jin Kingdom also became Jin Kingdom of Ming Dynasty.

However, this short-term regime was like a joke, and there were few people in the Ming Dynasty who called it that way.

After packing up Buta's bride, Emperor Wanli stretched comfortably and turned his head to look at him. Wang An took the whisk and swept it clean on the steps that the emperor's grandfather liked to sit in front of the palace.

Wanli yawned and held one with one hand, held Buta on the left and Xiao Lu Wang on the right. He sat on the white jade steps with his butt, turned to bow to Buta and said, "Tao, King Guiyi wants to build a temple. I will fund the big materials and give it a name to Yanghua Temple. But why do I still hear that Guihua City is being expanded to this day?"

Butashiri felt uncomfortable with the emperor wearing a golden crown on his head, let alone an arm on his shoulder. He leaned forward slightly and replied in a stiff posture: "Come to the living Buddha, preach the Yellow Sect, and ban the shaman."

Wanli turned his head slightly, and Butashi said that he knew all this. Altan Khan reported to the court that he had converted to the Yellow Sect and replaced the Mongolian blood-food sacrifice with Lamaism chanting scriptures, worshiping Buddha, burning incense and other rituals, burning all statues of the Wengun, and replacing the statues of the six-handed masterpieces of the Yellow Sect.

These emperors have heard of it, and this is a good thing. Shamanism made the Mongolians unable to live without swords, bows and horses every day, and the introduction of the Yellow Sect made them unable to recite scriptures and pray. The emperor agreed with both hands and feet.

"But what is this related to the expansion of naturalized city?"

Butashili looked at Emperor Wanli with a wise look like a fool. These questions are unpleasant to the young emperor, but they are common sense for the little Mongolian prince who just entered the teenager: "The Huang Cult Lama proved that my father was the wheel-turning king Genghis Khan, and Kublai Khan was reincarnated."

Speaking of this, the little prince clenched his fists in front of his chest and said with a firm expression: "Seize the power of Khan, command the heavens... command the tribes!"

Wanli's eyes lit up: Oh, it's a bit interesting.

The old and sick King Guiyi in Guihua City was rekindled by the Huang Cult?

"But why did I hear that King Guiyi studied Buddhist principles on his sickbed all day long? There is a way to turn King Guiyi into a remnant of the Northern Yuan Dynasty?"

Butashiri's little head softened with his stiff neck, and he lowered his head and sighed slowly, "The Huang Sect is just a doomed thing."

"My father thought he was smart, so he asked the lama to seal the turn of the Qianjin Wheel, the Khan of the Lavarvardichechen, but the Khans on the grassland were all smart people." Butashi raised his head and counted to the emperor: "The orthodox Khan Tuman Khan followed and invited the lama; and Korqin and Khalkha were all building temples, and my brothers were also asking the Lama to seal them as Taiji."

As he said that, Butashi sniffled and said, "My mother said that everything will be the same as before in the future, but there are more scriptures."

Wanli blinks, Lamaism may become the biggest winner!

Isn't this the same as the Roman pope who was sent back from the East Asia. He spread the teachings of the rulers and the lower classes followed suit and believed that when he encountered a fool, he would easily get the right to interpret the royal power.

"King Guiyi was inferior. He clearly had the best support, but he wanted to pursue the Huang Sect. If he had talked to my Eastern General earlier, would there be such things? Humph."

The emperor held his arms on the shoulders of the two of them and opened them: "There are countless Khan and Taiji on the grassland, but how many kings are there? I have only conferred the title of King Guiyi!"

In fact, Altan Khan's Tumote tribe worked very hard. He worked hard all his life from the Ministry of Revenue, fought south and north, and conquered a huge territory, but he could not obtain the position of Khan due to his bloodline.

In his ambition at his heyday, Altan Khan, who wanted to seize the Khan throne internally and become the second Genghis Khan; externally, he wanted to dominate the north and the two emperors of the Ming Dynasty.

But in fact? Altan Khan was nominally just a little khan who guarded the Khan court, and the main one was the Khan. After the tribute, there was a master of the Ming Emperor, who had to hold the Great Tong calendar every year.

He was the King of Shunyi of the Ming Dynasty and Tu Xietu Khan of the Northern Yuan Khanate.

Every year, when he was in charge of the Grand Principality and worshipped the Ming Dynasty as the main theme, he also had to perform the duties of the Northern Pingfan like Chahar Wanhu, Khalkwanhu, Ordos Wanhu, and Yongshao Buwanhu. His eldest grandson, Salike, worked in the Khan Court of Tuman.

Look, I sent my eldest grandson over there and my youngest son over here.

It’s so difficult to have one servant and two masters.

"In the past, I was willing to introduce the Yellow Sect to Mongolia, but if you are by my side, I treat you as my own person, so I don't want to."

Emperor Wanli took back his arms and chests that were held on the shoulders of the two of them. His posture lacked the demeanor that the emperor who grew up in the Forbidden City was necessary. In fact, not to mention growing up in the Forbidden City, even Emperor Longqing, who grew up in the Prince Yu's Mansion, had much more demeanor than him.

In terms of posture, even Jiajing, who was picked up from outside and became the emperor, was better than him.

It’s not that he doesn’t understand, he doesn’t want to be restrained... He was laid in the Forbidden City, and no one can restrain him except Zhang Juzheng.

Only Zhang Juzheng in this world has enough prestige to make the Han general guarding the gate dare not report it.

"Let others believe in the Yellow Sect and Buta, don't care about the gods and Buddhas in the sky, don't believe it, you must believe it like other great khans believe in Gods and Buddhas."

"You are the youngest son of King Guiyi. You cannot inherit the military talisman sent to Altan Khan by Beiyuan. But as long as you believe in me, I can let you inherit the title of King Guiyi, let you take charge of the Gongshi seal, and help you beat the gods and Buddhas all over the sky on the grassland to find teeth. Trust me, do great things with me, don't care about the big khan on the grassland who holds my jade seal. That jade seal can't represent anything. It's just a family property that my family doesn't want - you will be my grassland king."

At the same time, the steps of the palace gate were approaching, but the three young people who were immersed in their imagination on the white jade steps didn't care.

Buta Shili, who was sitting next to the Emperor Daming, nodded a little ignorantly. He didn't know where the emperor's confidence to defeat gods and Buddhas came from, but this confidence that could defeat nature made him envious and wanted to learn.

The mind of Lu Wang, staring at the cat's tail hanging down from the palace eaves above his head, was that a few days ago, his emperor brother urged him to learn Wanli's new elementary school textbooks with almost the same fanatical expression and the same firm tone, urging him to grow up quickly, and to join hands with the emperor brother to "do big things" in the future. Even the same words made him suspect that the emperor brother secretly prepared a manuscript in the military room in advance.

Basically, the "Prairie King" was replaced by "Asian King", which was what the emperor said to him.

As the footsteps approached, the Han general pushed the golden mountain and turned the jade pillar down, and presented the Ministry of War with an urgent report.

"Your Majesty, report on the war outside the border!"
Chapter completed!