The palace is beautiful, but it is not as good as the Forbidden City that Lin Yuan once saw in Beijing. The palace in the Yuan Dynasty is of course also majestic, but the Forbidden City lasted longer and was repaired more frequently. With modern restoration techniques, it was of course better than the Yuan Dynasty. The palace was a bit more beautiful, and Lin Yuan stopped at the gate of Chongtian on horseback, feeling like a world away.
He didn't expect that one day he would actually enter the capital and enter this palace.
The Chongtian Gate is equivalent to the Meridian Gate in the Qing Dynasty. The architectural style of the imperial palace is the relic of the Song and Jin dynasties. The road has three gates on both sides and the roof is the roof of the mountain flower.
Song Shizhao said behind Lin Yuan: "My boss, go in."
Lin Yuanyang spurred the horse, Song Shizhao and the others dismounted to keep up.
Except for the emperor and his courtiers, no one can ride a horse on this road.
Song Shizhao felt the land with his feet. His expression was very pious, but it was not because of the original owner of the land, but because of the meaning of the land, the throne, the supreme imperial power, and the position of the people of the world. His ancestors failed to enter the Song Dynasty palace, but his feet are now standing on the land of the Yuan Dynasty palace.
Starting today, he must be more cautious and loyal to the emperor. He wants his name to remain in the history books for future generations to admire!
What the ancestors did not do, he did it!
Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Baisong and the others had already been waiting in front of the Daming Hall.
Seeing Lin Yuan riding a horse, they all knelt down.
The soldiers who were still in the palace also knelt down, especially Song Shizhao and others at the back.
Lin Yuan was the only one riding on a horse, looking around all this, Daming Palace was right in front of him, the throne and Yuxi were at his fingertips, Lin Yuan turned over and got off the horse, and his heart suddenly surged with pride, this world is now his world, he can press himself To change it with his mind, his enemies are either dead or living in a small world, and his courtiers use his will as the will and his ideal as the ideal.
What he says is right, no one will say it is wrong.
This certainly has a chance to blind his eyes, making him arbitrary.
But there is a bigger advantage that all problems are incomparable, that is, the decree he issued will be implemented without any obstacles.
Only when a country is united and twisted into a rope can the country be strong.
Throughout the ages, all Ming princes have had a unified identity-arbitrariness, even if they will be courteous and corporal, but that is just a way for them to cover up their violence.
Lin Yuan walked up the steps and walked straight to the Daming Hall.
The others were still kneeling on the spot, and Lin Yuan would not be able to get up if they didn't ask them to get up.
The Daming Hall is the largest building in the imperial palace, and it is the most luxurious and bright. The hall can accommodate hundreds of courtiers. The column is carved with a dragon. Standing in front of the door, you can see the layout of the hall at a glance, but the most attractive thing is the steps. On the throne.
Speaking of the throne, it's just a seat, maybe it's not as comfortable as the soft chair that Lin Yuan likes most.
But this is not just a chair, it is a symbol of power, something that the most powerful person in the world can possess.
A chair for people with lofty ideals in the world.
Now in front of Lin Yuan.
But Lin Yuan didn't go up. He just took a look and walked out of the gate of the Daming Hall.
If he wants to ascend the throne, he must have new things, a new throne, a new jade seal, and a new ritual system.
Since we want to reform, let's start at this time.
Someone had already cleaned up the sleeping quarters. This was the first place to be cleaned up, right behind the Daming Hall.
The two palaces were in the shape of Sichuan in front of each other. Lin Yuan first walked out of the hall to make everyone flat, then called Song Shizhao, Yang Shaowei and Robben to follow him to the palace. The generals did their own things, and they had to deal with the corpses and prisoners of war.
Look at the sky, this is still busy.
As for Emperor Yuan Hui, no one can think of him at all.
The soldier looked at the corpse with a headache, especially since the man was still wearing an imperial robe.
No one thought that the emperor would die with an **** in such a hut. The soldier opened his mouth and took a look. There was a black liquid flowing out of it.
Poisoned to death.
I don’t know if I ate it myself or was fed.
"No orders from above?" the soldier asked his squad leader.
The monitor was also having a headache and said to him: "You wait, I'll report it."
The squad leader searched for a while to find the battalion commander. The battalion commander didn't know what to do, and went to the platoon leader. The platoon leader...the platoon leader directly found Li Congrong.
However, Li Congrong had no experience at all in such matters, so he turned around and asked Zhu Yuanzhang.
After all, that was the last emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, so he had to pretend to be buried?
Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback by Li Congrong's question, and he smiled and said: "Drag it out and bury it, the prodigal dog, may not really put him in the mausoleum? Since today, there is only one emperor in the world."
Li Congrong turned his head and thought, it seems that this is the same reason.
So Yuan Huidi's corpse was thrown into the pile, but the soldiers took care of him and stripped off his clothes.
Of course these clothes burned too.
The eunuchs and maids and officials in the palace were kept in the side hall, guarded by soldiers.
They don't know whether they will die or survive, so they dare not cry, so they can only cry quietly.
Lin Yuan sat in the bedroom, let Song Shizhao and the others sit first, and two or two had already served tea.
"Let’s talk about the imperial palace first." Lin Yuan didn’t go around, looking directly at Yang Shaowei, and asked, "May you do it?"
Yang Shaowei's heart kept beating in his chest, and he hurriedly said, "I wish to share my worries!"
Lin Yuan nodded: "Everything that should be changed has been changed, and the rules should be changed."
Yang Shaowei looked at his teacher, hoping that the teacher could help, but Song Shizhao was still like a mountain, Yang Shaowei had to bite the bullet and asked, "I wonder how you want to change it?"
Lin Yuan: "The existing eunuchs in the palace can stay. As long as they are innocent, there will be no more eunuchs in the future. This is the last batch."
Yang Shaowei lowered his head.
Why are there eunuchs in the palace? Because of the harem concubine.
There were too many concubines in the emperor, but he couldn't manage it, and he was afraid that the concubine would cuckold himself, so there was an eunuch.
Only by not letting the concubine see a normal man can we ensure that the concubine will have her own children.
In addition, the **** lacks things, cannot be an official, and his reputation is damaged. Appointment of an **** is not too dangerous.
But their boss... it seems that so far, let alone a wife, there is not even a maidservant, there was a concubine before, who was still a person, and now he can't die anymore.
Yang Shaowei wanted to say it was time for Namei, but when he saw his teacher's appearance, he closed his mouth again.
...Wait, when Lin Yuan becomes the throne, they will be able to admonish him on the ground that the country cannot be without a prince for a day.
Besides, men are not like women. It is difficult for women to have children when they are old. Even if a man is in his 50s or 60s, he can still give birth if he wants to.
What's more, Lin Yuan doesn't love beauty, and it is also a virtue to say it.
Lin Yuan also said: "I wonder if there are any good designers among those who are following? The dragon chair, the jade seal and the crown have to be made anew."
Yang Shaowei said sternly: "This is natural."
Lin Yuan smiled at Yang Shaowei: "Then you can entrust it to Qingqing, don't let me down."
Yang Shaowei's cheeks flushed by Lin Yuan.
The promise is full of air.
Then Yang Shaowei was sent off.
The expression on Yang Shaowei's face calmed down until he walked out of the bedroom. He turned his head and glanced behind him, and pressed his lips lightly.
He will not do these things all the time, he will let Nan Bodhisattva see his ability.
One day, he will climb into the position of master.
"How about most people?" Lin Yuan asked Robben, "Is there a good plan?"
Robben said: "The people are all fleeing. Although a lot of them are stopped, there are some fish that slip through the net."
Lin Yuan: "Don't worry about those who escape, just those who are still in the capital."
"This capital city should also change its name." Lin Yuan said suddenly.
Song Shizhao echoed: "Naturally, a new name should be given to a new owner."
Lin Yuan smiled at him: "Let's call it Beijing."
"Good name!" Robben was a step late, then rushed to boast.
The history of Beijing as the capital started from the Yuan Dynasty. Later, Zhu Yuanzhang took over the Yuan Dynasty and changed its name to Peiping, which was meant to be a mopping up. Later, Zhu Di grabbed his nephew’s throne and moved the capital from Nanjing back to Peiping. Named Beijing.
In the Ming Dynasty, Beijing was once called the capital of capital.
The Qing Dynasty also used this name.
Later, after the Republic of China was established, the capital was determined to be in Nanjing. It is said that because of fear of the warlord’s ambition to set up a government, Beijing was changed to Peiping, and only after the founding of the People’s Republic of China was it changed back to Beijing.
So the name of Beijing has been Beijing since the Ming Dynasty.
Lin Yuan was also called used to it, and didn't think about starting another one by himself.
Anyway, since the Yuan Dynasty, the country's capital has been jumping repeatedly between Beijing and Nanjing.
Lin Yuan still has feelings for the place name of Beijing. He remembers that he used to take a train to Beijing for four days and three nights. He got up at two or three in the morning and waited to see the ascent. There were people on both sides of the road. Wearing a backpack, holding a binoculars to see the flag raising.
At the moment the national flag was raised, Lin Yuan also had an inexplicable pride.
This is his country, even if it has been precarious, it still stands tall.
He also went to see Heshen's former residence and ate Peking duck.
Sitting in the bedroom at the moment, Lin Yuan had the illusion that time and space were reversed.
Song Shizhao said softly: "I have asked people to work out the auspicious days. The eighth day of the next month will be a good day for enthronement."
Lin Yuan closed his eyes: "Then set the eighth day of the month."
Song Shizhao and Luo Ben looked at each other and retired.
Two and two waited for Lin Yuan to lie down on the paved bed, and he whispered: "The bed should be changed too!"
Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Then change one."
The old will not go, the new will not come.
He doesn't know where he will take this country, but he will do his best to let the people live and work in peace and contentment during his lifetime, so that people can depend on the elderly and support the young.
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The palace is beautiful, but it is not as good as the Forbidden City that Lin Yuan once saw in Beijing. The palace in the Yuan Dynasty is of course also majestic, but the Forbidden City lasted longer and was repaired more frequently. With modern restoration techniques, it was of course better than the Yuan Dynasty. The palace was a bit more beautiful, and Lin Yuan stopped at the gate of Chongtian on horseback, feeling like a world away.
He didn't expect that one day he would actually enter the capital and enter this palace.
The Chongtian Gate is equivalent to the Meridian Gate in the Qing Dynasty. The architectural style of the imperial palace is the relic of the Song and Jin dynasties. The road has three gates on both sides and the roof is the roof of the mountain flower.
Song Shizhao said behind Lin Yuan: "My boss, go in."
Lin Yuanyang spurred the horse, Song Shizhao and the others dismounted to keep up.
Except for the emperor and his courtiers, no one can ride a horse on this road.
Song Shizhao felt the land with his feet. His expression was very pious, but it was not because of the original owner of the land, but because of the meaning of the land, the throne, the supreme imperial power, and the position of the people of the world. His ancestors failed to enter the Song Dynasty palace, but his feet are now standing on the land of the Yuan Dynasty palace.
Starting today, he must be more cautious and loyal to the emperor. He wants his name to remain in the history books for future generations to admire!
What the ancestors did not do, he did it!
Zhu Yuanzhang, Chen Baisong and the others had already been waiting in front of the Daming Hall.
Seeing Lin Yuan riding a horse, they all knelt down.
The soldiers who were still in the palace also knelt down, especially Song Shizhao and others at the back.
Lin Yuan was the only one riding on a horse, looking around all this, Daming Palace was right in front of him, the throne and Yuxi were at his fingertips, Lin Yuan turned over and got off the horse, and his heart suddenly surged with pride, this world is now his world, he can press himself To change it with his mind, his enemies are either dead or living in a small world, and his courtiers use his will as the will and his ideal as the ideal.
What he says is right, no one will say it is wrong.
This certainly has a chance to blind his eyes, making him arbitrary.
But there is a bigger advantage that all problems are incomparable, that is, the decree he issued will be implemented without any obstacles.
Only when a country is united and twisted into a rope can the country be strong.
Throughout the ages, all Ming princes have had a unified identity-arbitrariness, even if they will be courteous and corporal, but that is just a way for them to cover up their violence.
Lin Yuan walked up the steps and walked straight to the Daming Hall.
The others were still kneeling on the spot, and Lin Yuan would not be able to get up if they didn't ask them to get up.
The Daming Hall is the largest building in the imperial palace, and it is the most luxurious and bright. The hall can accommodate hundreds of courtiers. The column is carved with a dragon. Standing in front of the door, you can see the layout of the hall at a glance, but the most attractive thing is the steps. On the throne.
Speaking of the throne, it's just a seat, maybe it's not as comfortable as the soft chair that Lin Yuan likes most.
But this is not just a chair, it is a symbol of power, something that the most powerful person in the world can possess.
A chair for people with lofty ideals in the world.
Now in front of Lin Yuan.
But Lin Yuan didn't go up. He just took a look and walked out of the gate of the Daming Hall.
If he wants to ascend the throne, he must have new things, a new throne, a new jade seal, and a new ritual system.
Since we want to reform, let's start at this time.
Someone had already cleaned up the sleeping quarters. This was the first place to be cleaned up, right behind the Daming Hall.
The two palaces were in the shape of Sichuan in front of each other. Lin Yuan first walked out of the hall to make everyone flat, then called Song Shizhao, Yang Shaowei and Robben to follow him to the palace. The generals did their own things, and they had to deal with the corpses and prisoners of war.
Look at the sky, this is still busy.
As for Emperor Yuan Hui, no one can think of him at all.
The soldier looked at the corpse with a headache, especially since the man was still wearing an imperial robe.
No one thought that the emperor would die with an **** in such a hut. The soldier opened his mouth and took a look. There was a black liquid flowing out of it.
Poisoned to death.
I don’t know if I ate it myself or was fed.
"No orders from above?" the soldier asked his squad leader.
The monitor was also having a headache and said to him: "You wait, I'll report it."
The squad leader searched for a while to find the battalion commander. The battalion commander didn't know what to do, and went to the platoon leader. The platoon leader...the platoon leader directly found Li Congrong.
However, Li Congrong had no experience at all in such matters, so he turned around and asked Zhu Yuanzhang.
After all, that was the last emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, so he had to pretend to be buried?
Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback by Li Congrong's question, and he smiled and said: "Drag it out and bury it, the prodigal dog, may not really put him in the mausoleum? Since today, there is only one emperor in the world."
Li Congrong turned his head and thought, it seems that this is the same reason.
So Yuan Huidi's corpse was thrown into the pile, but the soldiers took care of him and stripped off his clothes.
Of course these clothes burned too.
The eunuchs and maids and officials in the palace were kept in the side hall, guarded by soldiers.
They don't know whether they will die or survive, so they dare not cry, so they can only cry quietly.
Lin Yuan sat in the bedroom, let Song Shizhao and the others sit first, and two or two had already served tea.
"Let’s talk about the imperial palace first." Lin Yuan didn’t go around, looking directly at Yang Shaowei, and asked, "May you do it?"
Yang Shaowei's heart kept beating in his chest, and he hurriedly said, "I wish to share my worries!"
Lin Yuan nodded: "Everything that should be changed has been changed, and the rules should be changed."
Yang Shaowei looked at his teacher, hoping that the teacher could help, but Song Shizhao was still like a mountain, Yang Shaowei had to bite the bullet and asked, "I wonder how you want to change it?"
Lin Yuan: "The existing eunuchs in the palace can stay. As long as they are innocent, there will be no more eunuchs in the future. This is the last batch."
Yang Shaowei lowered his head.
Why are there eunuchs in the palace? Because of the harem concubine.
There were too many concubines in the emperor, but he couldn't manage it, and he was afraid that the concubine would cuckold himself, so there was an eunuch.
Only by not letting the concubine see a normal man can we ensure that the concubine will have her own children.
In addition, the **** lacks things, cannot be an official, and his reputation is damaged. Appointment of an **** is not too dangerous.
But their boss... it seems that so far, let alone a wife, there is not even a maidservant, there was a concubine before, who was still a person, and now he can't die anymore.
Yang Shaowei wanted to say it was time for Namei, but when he saw his teacher's appearance, he closed his mouth again.
...Wait, when Lin Yuan becomes the throne, they will be able to admonish him on the ground that the country cannot be without a prince for a day.
Besides, men are not like women. It is difficult for women to have children when they are old. Even if a man is in his 50s or 60s, he can still give birth if he wants to.
What's more, Lin Yuan doesn't love beauty, and it is also a virtue to say it.
Lin Yuan also said: "I wonder if there are any good designers among those who are following? The dragon chair, the jade seal and the crown have to be made anew."
Yang Shaowei said sternly: "This is natural."
Lin Yuan smiled at Yang Shaowei: "Then you can entrust it to Qingqing, don't let me down."
Yang Shaowei's cheeks flushed by Lin Yuan.
The promise is full of air.
Then Yang Shaowei was sent off.
The expression on Yang Shaowei's face calmed down until he walked out of the bedroom. He turned his head and glanced behind him, and pressed his lips lightly.
He will not do these things all the time, he will let Nan Bodhisattva see his ability.
One day, he will climb into the position of master.
"How about most people?" Lin Yuan asked Robben, "Is there a good plan?"
Robben said: "The people are all fleeing. Although a lot of them are stopped, there are some fish that slip through the net."
Lin Yuan: "Don't worry about those who escape, just those who are still in the capital."
"This capital city should also change its name." Lin Yuan said suddenly.
Song Shizhao echoed: "Naturally, a new name should be given to a new owner."
Lin Yuan smiled at him: "Let's call it Beijing."
"Good name!" Robben was a step late, then rushed to boast.
The history of Beijing as the capital started from the Yuan Dynasty. Later, Zhu Yuanzhang took over the Yuan Dynasty and changed its name to Peiping, which was meant to be a mopping up. Later, Zhu Di grabbed his nephew’s throne and moved the capital from Nanjing back to Peiping. Named Beijing.
In the Ming Dynasty, Beijing was once called the capital of capital.
The Qing Dynasty also used this name.
Later, after the Republic of China was established, the capital was determined to be in Nanjing. It is said that because of fear of the warlord’s ambition to set up a government, Beijing was changed to Peiping, and only after the founding of the People’s Republic of China was it changed back to Beijing.
So the name of Beijing has been Beijing since the Ming Dynasty.
Lin Yuan was also called used to it, and didn't think about starting another one by himself.
Anyway, since the Yuan Dynasty, the country's capital has been jumping repeatedly between Beijing and Nanjing.
Lin Yuan still has feelings for the place name of Beijing. He remembers that he used to take a train to Beijing for four days and three nights. He got up at two or three in the morning and waited to see the ascent. There were people on both sides of the road. Wearing a backpack, holding a binoculars to see the flag raising.
At the moment the national flag was raised, Lin Yuan also had an inexplicable pride.
This is his country, even if it has been precarious, it still stands tall.
He also went to see Heshen's former residence and ate Peking duck.
Sitting in the bedroom at the moment, Lin Yuan had the illusion that time and space were reversed.
Song Shizhao said softly: "I have asked people to work out the auspicious days. The eighth day of the next month will be a good day for enthronement."
Lin Yuan closed his eyes: "Then set the eighth day of the month."
Song Shizhao and Luo Ben looked at each other and retired.
Two and two waited for Lin Yuan to lie down on the paved bed, and he whispered: "The bed should be changed too!"
Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Then change one."
The old will not go, the new will not come.
He doesn't know where he will take this country, but he will do his best to let the people live and work in peace and contentment during his lifetime, so that people can depend on the elderly and support the young.
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