Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui were sentenced to the Ming Dynasty, marking the official end of the Guanning Army era.

Although there are countless Guanning troops mainly composed of Liao people in the Liaodong region, especially in the Shanhaiguan area, due to Sun Chengzong's Liao people's policy of adhering to Liao territory, it is no longer a threat to the central court.

Because these surviving Guanning military system had neither a base to export military pay nor ambitious local military aristocrats.

What's more, Zhu Youxiao had already strictly ordered Wang Zaijin to start disrupting the officers and soldiers of the Guanning military system in the eighth year of Tianqi.

The sunset fell on the western mountain, and in the dark sky, the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty was coated with a layer of gold edges. Zhu Youxiao, who was wearing a winged crown, came to a corner building and couldn't help but look at everything in front of him.

In a blink of an eye, he had been in the Ming Dynasty for two years, but in these two short years, he seemed to have forgotten all things in that world. He was used to tens of thousands of people living to serve his life every day. He was used to crossing the boundaries of the law and taking over the power of living with just one word. He was used to seeing a beautiful woman who could directly bring him into his bedroom without any sweet words. Although he did not do this, it did not mean that he could not.

Because of one's own status and the privileges given to one's world, one seems to be able to indulge one's own selfish desires at will, not only food and sex, but also practices of ideas and ideology.

You can decide whether others can live, how to live, and even how people in the future can live.

"Your Majesty, although it is not yet autumn, the cold air has already risen. Don't stay in this wind for too long. Let's go back to the palace." Wang Chengen, the eunuch in charge of the Sili Supervisor, came to Zhu Youxiao carefully and nagged like an old woman.

Zhu Youxiao really wanted to say that he was not that delicate, nor was Lin Daiyu. Moreover, his current body was in his youth and strong, and he insisted on running and doing push-ups every day, and restrained the frequency of travel housing. He did not act like Zhu Yuanzhang, and did not devote his passion to the great cause of serving the people day and night. Therefore, not to mention standing in the wind, even taking a cold shower on a snowy day is probably not a problem. Maybe it can improve the ability to keep warm and lay a physical foundation for future inspections of Northeast Asia.

But Wang Chengen and others didn't think so. The biggest pursuit of these people is that they can be healthy and healthy without any mistakes.

Sometimes it is stressful to be concerned by too many people, especially with this kind of concern that cannot be distinguished between true and false, but Zhu Youxiao has no way to say anything. After all, even if he is an emperor, he cannot interfere in how others live, nor can he reject their concerns.

After hearing Wang Chengen's words, Zhu Youxiao turned around and walked down the stairs, followed the stone stairs guardrail step by step. Without getting on the dragon chariot, he walked along the outer corridor of the inner palace with his hands on his back.

Being an emperor is a chore. If you really have to do your best to do your best, you won’t have to rest twenty-four hours a day. Although Zhu Youxiao can’t do this, he will feel physically and mentally exhausted after all the red tape, work or face all kinds of hypocritical faces a day.

In this case, what he felt most comfortable was to walk in the inner palace for a while and take a walk.

At this time, the Forbidden City was no more popular than the Palace Museum in later generations. Apart from the antiques and jades covered with glass cabinets and the cold houses, the Forbidden City is now a living imperial palace.

At this time, the Forbidden City could see the elegant and elegant palace maids everywhere, and the elegant and elegant palace officials who were also dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a bit of childishness. Although it was difficult for Zhu Youxiao to remember the names of these palace people who lived under the same roof as him, it did not prevent Zhu Youxiao from experiencing the warmth that the Forbidden City brought to his home because of their existence.

Wearing a pair of sky-scented double-breasted clothes, a Su-embroidered flower-spreaded pleated silk skirt, and a pair of embroidered shoes with a few butterflies or jasmine flowers make the gait of the palace maids who accidentally pass by lighter.

When he met himself with a slight bow and bent down, he could still see a small groove under his breast, which naturally made Zhu Youxiao feel a little evil. However, he realized that he was already a high emperor, and even if he wanted to look down on the spring scenery, he didn't have to be so obscene, so he simply walked over and took a few more glances.

The palace maid's pink cheeks were slightly red, as if the peach blossoms were just raining in March. Zhu Youxiao smiled slightly and walked straight over, which made Wang Chengen, who was as nervous as the palace maid, breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw His Majesty's indifferent appearance, it seemed that he had never given birth to any of this.

The palace maid also stroked her chest slightly, let out a long breath, and ran away anxiously.

As soon as I entered Kunning Palace, I could hear a child's cry. This was the voice of his own son, namely, King Zhao Zhu Cijiong.

Zhu Youxiao couldn't tell the feeling of becoming a father. Anyway, when he heard this cry, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, as if the so-called peace of the country and the country had an instant sense of personal interests.

The Donglin Party was cut off by himself, the new policy was implemented to increase commercial taxes, and the technology was used to lock the princes in the capital. What was the purpose of this series of actions? It seemed to be for himself and for the life form that carries his genetic information in front of him to live better than himself in the future.

I don’t know why, but realizing that this is my child, I feel a strong desire for my child and eager to create a happy life for him.

But Zhu Youxiao, who is used to living a noble and arrogant emperor and is used to hiding his emotions deep in his heart, now finds it difficult to enjoy the happiness brought by this human relationship.

However, his queen Zhang Yan completely integrated into the role of a mother, and his smile made Zhu Cijiong, who was as beautiful as a pile of snow.

Even Liu Rushi, who was about to enter the year of Golden Hairpin, almost turned his attention to Zhu Cijiong, shaking his rattles constantly, and shouting "Your Highness, Your Highness" without paying attention to Zhu Youxiao's arrival at all. He was no longer the lively little girl who rushed up as soon as Zhu Youxiao returned to Kunning Palace, ran in with his hand and kept shouting "Your Majesty is back."

After giving birth, her skin became more crystal clear as snow, and her Taofeng was fuller for a few rounds. Her almond eyes were also narrowed and she smiled with her lips. Looking at King Zhao Zhu Cijiong, her hands couldn't help but hold Zhu Cijiong's little butt, as if she was afraid that her mother Zhang Yan would no longer give the little prince back to her.

After Zhu Youxiao coughed a few times, the three of them noticed Zhu Youxiao's arrival, but their eyes obviously did not leave Zhu Cijiong.

Zhu Youxiao held Zhu Cijiong in his arms with some taste, pinched his broken little face, and wanted to teach him a few words, but didn't know how to teach him a lesson. Seeing him giggling at him, his whole body seemed to be sweetened. After teasing him for a while, he asked Xu Fo to hug him. Zhu Youxiao sat opposite Zhang Yan, leaned against the bag containing peony and peony, and asked, "Go and bring Hai Lanzhu here."
Chapter completed!