Right or wrong, success or failure turns to nothing

Author: Hungry Disaster

Right or wrong, success or failure turns to nothing

Facing the provocation and persecution from all forces, Zhu Qiyuan told everyone with an iron fist that he was Zhu Houzhao's son, not a weak and incompetent king.

Lao Zhu, Zhu Di and other kings want power, right? Then give it to them to form the so-called Ming Dynasty Royal Council that has been discussed with Zhu Houzhao a long time ago.

However, the kings only have the power to discuss political power, but have no decision-making power. They have veto power. No matter how much the kings think about, it will be in vain if the emperor does not support it.

As for civil servants, businessmen, aristocratic families, sects and other forces, there is no need to take them seriously at all. Those who cause trouble will only be killed!

On the surface, he controls the East Factory, West Factory, and Jinyiwei. Secretly, he has the Qinglong Society to help him. It is not difficult to suppress the troublemakers.

For those with unclean buttocks, East Factory, West Factory, and Jin Yiwei will be dispatched to provide one-stop service by confiscating homes and exterminating families.

If no clue can be found, Qinglong will assassinate and destroy the family.

It was done by the largest assassination organization in the Ming Dynasty. What does it have to do with the emperor?

Whether he is playing dirty tricks or playing dark tricks, Zhu Qiyuan is all right. A group of defeated dogs who have been suppressed by his father, Zhu Houzhao, dare to bark. Who gives them the courage?

As soon as Zhu Qiyuan came to power, he began to compete with various forces. Although it was a potential danger left by Zhu Houzhao, it was inevitable. The imperial power was exclusive, so there was no reason to share it with others.

The emperor controls the world and concentrates all resources to strengthen the country. The various forces are greedy and selfish. They are bent on sucking blood from the empire and are unwilling to pay any price. This is inherently antagonistic and is the source of contradiction.

Zhu Houzhao once said to Zhu Qiyuan that the world is a big pie, and the emperor is the one who divides the pie. How to divide the pie is very important.

A big piece of pie is like the limited resources in the world. Most of the pie is distributed to all parties. When all parties are full, the president will be extremely strong. On the contrary, if all parties are full, the common people will starve.

This in turn threatened the stability of the imperial power.

When the people don't have enough to eat, they will think of rebellion. When the forces of all parties become stronger, they will think of obtaining more benefits. No matter what, the imperial power will be shaken.

Therefore, when dividing the pie, you can give a portion to the various forces, but you cannot allow them to be full or even overstretched. You would rather distribute more resources to the common people than allow the various forces to expand.

Distributing most of the resources to the common people can not only win the support of the people, but also make the overall strength of the empire continue to grow.

Even if a genius and rebellious person emerges from the common people, it will not threaten the imperial power. At worst, they will be enshrined and not used for their own purposes, as long as they do not cause trouble.

Just like in the Journey to the West era, when the Heavenly Court recruited Sun Wukong, you can secure a strong man by paying a nominal official title, and you will definitely make a profit no matter what.

It was precisely because of his clear understanding of Zhu Houzhao's "pie theory" that Zhu Qiyuan would not indulge the forces of all parties. He would try his best to win over those who should be co-opted, and ruthlessly suppress those who should be suppressed.

After forming a royal council, using nominal authority to stabilize Lao Zhu, Zhu Di and others, and then suppressing the noisy forces in various overt and covert ways, Zhu Qiyuan's throne was firmly established.

In terms of ruthlessness, Zhu Qiyuan is not as good as Zhu Houzhao. He can do almost anything for the sake of imperial power. If he is ruthless, he will kill his relatives.

But in terms of playing power, Zhu Qiyuan is actually better than Zhu Houzhao. After taking office, he even cut off and beat the people, leaving Lao Zhu speechless.

Zhu Qiyuan's imperial career was on the right track, and Zhu Houzhao was also traveling around the mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty.

Starting from the mainland, we passed through Hongwu, Xiaokang, Hongxi, Xuande and other states, and visited every inch of the mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty.

It's funny to say that although Zhu Houzhao unified the Ming Dynasty, he rarely traveled outside the palace. He had never seen many of the stunning scenery of the Ming Dynasty.

His life was considered brilliant, with great talents such as Lao Zhu and Zhu Di, benevolence and generosity such as Zhu Biao and Zhu Gaochi, but they were all defeated by him.

But his life is also sad, like a little bird trapped in the birdcage called power in the palace, rarely flying freely.

When he was young, he fought with various power groups. After Ming embarked on the road of transcendence, he was busy scheming with Lao Zhu and others, or practicing hard in seclusion. He had seen very few of the world's most victorious scenery.

few.

With a thought, Da Luo looked around the Three Realms and Six Paths, and everything about the Ming Dynasty appeared in his mind. However, what he saw with his own eyes and what he scanned with the power of the true spirit were two completely different feelings.

Before her death, Empress Dowager Zhang was right to say that he was too tired to live.

Walking on the land of Ming Dynasty, feeling the surging vitality between heaven and earth, Zhu Houzhao's mind was relaxed and relieved as never before.

Regardless of the country or the imperial power, everything is fleeting.

"If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be an emperor anymore. It would be better to be a prodigal son."

"A suit of cloth, an old horse, and a pot of turbid wine may be a way to live."

On the northern prairie of Yongle Prefecture, Zhu Houzhao was riding an old horse, holding a wine flask in his hand, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, filled with emotion.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun seemed to confirm his current situation. He was not far away from the end.

The setting sun leaves behind a desolate and beautiful afterglow. If he dies, what will he leave behind?

Feeling unhappy? Bitter?

Maybe there was a little bit of it, Zhu Houzhao couldn't say for sure, but he didn't want to die, but due to the time constraints, he was trapped in a catastrophe and had no way to escape.

The catastrophe of chaos returning to ruins is a conspiracy, so why is his existence not the same?

The conspiracy started after the Conferred Gods War, and he couldn't escape.

“The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes.

Right or wrong, success or failure turns to nothing.

The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times.

The white-haired fisherman on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

Happy reunion over a pot of wine.

Many things in ancient and modern times are all made fun of."

Reading softly the famous poem written by Yang Shen, Zhu Houzhao's face was as calm as water, but it also contained an edge.

When the catastrophe comes, he will certainly not be able to escape the calamity, but the people who plot against him will not have an easy time either.

Joking about the past and dealing with it calmly does not mean that he will be plotted by others without any complaints. He is the Ming Taiwu Emperor Zhu Houzhao who must retaliate.

Jian's eyebrows moved slightly and he said calmly: "Now that you're here, come out."

The space is like rippling water, and a beautiful shadow quietly appears.

She is the most beautiful in the world. Her jade face is like the most perfect work of art. There is no flaw in it. Her beauty is breathtaking and flawless.

Her temperament is better than the plum blossoms standing upright in the cold wind. She is born with pride, extraordinary nobility, and has a calm and tranquil beauty.

It is Zhu Houzhao’s wife, Ying Feixue!

"Why come?"

Looking at the unparalleled Ying Feixue, Zhu Houzhao said with a complex expression.

The First Emperor and many powerful men used Ying Feixue to plot against him, forcing him to face the disaster. He should hate Ying Feixue.

But Ying Feixue was his wife, his companion who had been with him for more than 10,000 years, and the mother of his son and daughter. For this alone, he really couldn't hate her.

In the chessboard of those powerful people, he and Ying Feixue were just pawns, so why bother to make things difficult for each other.

"Shouldn't I come?"

Ying Feixue asked Zhu Houzhao in return, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

I regret my unfortunate fate.

She knew everything about the great catastrophe when Chaos returned to ruins, and the identity of the person Zhu Hou took care of.

Because she knew, she felt sad. From beginning to end, she was a pawn used to plot against Zhu Houzhao.

"ha"

Zhu Houzhao smiled, got off his horse, sat casually on the grass, and asked, "Do you regret following this bastard like me?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't regret it later, we don't have a choice, do we?"

Ying Feixue sat next to Zhu Houzhao and said in a cold voice.

The couple watched the sunset side by side, looking quite like a couple of gods.

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