It is the twelfth lunar month now, and the Forbidden City is covered with silver. The afterglow of winter has been reluctant to leave and is hanging on the golden roof of the Drum Tower.

Zhu Youxiao, who was wearing only one layer of clothes, ran panting by the red wall. He didn't know how long it took to stop and looked up at the drum tower. But at this time, the sweat beads on his forehead fell on the bluestone slab that had just been covered with snow.

"Your Majesty, be careful of catching a cold."

Queen Zhang appeared from somewhere, and was about to wipe Zhu Youxiao with silk, but she took Zhu Youxiao away: "It's not a problem, this is not cold."

As Zhu Youxiao said that, he simply supported himself on the snow and did dozens of push-ups in a row.

If the officials of the Ming Dynasty saw this, they would definitely be very surprised.

Because everyone knows that since Jiajing, most of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty grew up in the deep palace and were weak in constitutions and were sick all year round. Few people paid attention to strengthening their bodies or even mastering martial arts.

But as a time traveler, Zhu Youxiao is well aware of the importance of a healthy body to a person's work and life.

Especially when such a country may face the danger of overturn at any time, the more it is necessary to have a strong and courageous emperor.

One day, the emperor had to take a knife in person to show his majesty.

After months of exercise, Zhu Youxiao also had some tendons, and his ability to resist cold has been significantly improved. Even in this season when breathing into ice, he was fearless.

But he was not satisfied with this. Since he was almost assassinated by Ajige that day, he decided to master martial arts. Although he did not want to be very brave, he could at least protect himself.

Now, with the Eight Great Shanxi merchants and the Donglin Party officials being eradicated, the two forces that posed the greatest threat to imperial power in China have been basically eliminated. At the same time, the peasant uprising and the Later Jin Dynasty entered the pass were a few years later.

Therefore, the Ming Empire rarely entered a temporary period of stability.

As the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youxiao could finally rest, practice his body well, and use this period of stable period to consolidate the ruling foundation of the Ming Dynasty.

As long as the Ming Dynasty is not in chaos, the Qing Dynasty will never be able to destroy the Ming Dynasty.

To cause civil strife in the Ming Dynasty, the biggest possibility now is the refugees scattered all over the country.

The place with the most refugees now is Qin.

It is definitely not accidental that the two most shaking bandits in later generations who were the most shaking of the rule of the Ming Dynasty, Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong both came from here.

Due to climate change and environmental deterioration, the 800-mile Qinchuan is no longer a fertile land. With the intensification of the climate of small glaciers, the refugees there are no longer a force that can be despised. They only need a fire of rebellion, and hundreds of thousands of people will rise up and become bandits. If they are not pacified and suppressed, they will ravage the entire Ming Dynasty like locusts.

"How long has it been since you left the palace?"

After taking a shower, Zhu Youxiao saw Queen Zhang Yan coming with her dragon robe, waved her hand and asked this question.

Zhang Yan was slightly stunned, and after looking out the lattice window, she couldn't help but feel a little lonely: "I don't remember it."

"Go and find a dress for regular clothes. Today we will go out of the palace for a walk."

Zhu Youxiao suddenly said this.

"Your Majesty! This is inappropriate. Your Majesty is the king of a country, and his concubine is the mother of a country." Although Zhang Yan is a woman from a commoner, she is also a queen who abides by ethics and rules. She has always been virtuous and dignified. Although she was very happy to see Zhu Youxiao taking her out of the palace, she still couldn't help but want to advise her. After all, the emperors of the Ming Dynasty could not leave the palace at will.

However, before she could finish her words, Zhu Youxiao waved his hand and said, "No need to say anything more. I am the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. I don't need the lord of the Forbidden City. How can I know the suffering of the people without leaving the palace? How can I see my civil and military ministers in front of the people? Besides, we are just going out for a tour in confinement, and we will not disturb the people, nor will we alarm those boring censors."

In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, December, winter.

Zhu Youxiao, who had changed into a straight-down silk dress, finally walked out of the Forbidden City and touched the wider Ming Dynasty.

With him were the queen Zhang Yan, who also changed into ordinary people's clothes, and Wang Chengen, the chief of the Sili Supervisor.

Of course, there are also secret whistles of Jinyiwei and secret scattered everywhere in the East Factory.

Except for Wang Chengen still having a stern face, Zhu Youxiao and Zhang Yan both laughed naturally, took a deep breath, and they became much more comfortable all of a sudden.

"Your Majesty, where are we going?"

Zhang Yan grew up on the side of this imperial city since she was a child, and she is naturally familiar with the urban life in the capital. However, as she is already the mother of a country, she naturally dares not change into men's costumes and boldly follows her brothers to walk around like she did when she was young.

Now that she is a wife, she naturally wants her husband to follow her.

"First try the candied haws you have been dreaming about at the last moment." Zhu Youxiao said that, and asked Wang Chengen to lead the way. At this time, the capital was not the imperial capital of later generations, and Zhu Youxiao didn't know how to go.

Zhang Yan, who was beside her, felt shy and smiling. She didn't expect that her dream words would be remembered by His Majesty.

Although it was the Tianqi period, the capital was still prosperous. By the time Zhu Youxiao and others came to the crowded market, they were already shoulder to shoulder. The countless hawking sounds and the flying flags in front of the buildings made Zhu Youxiao feel the real life of the people in the Ming Dynasty.

Since the war has not yet begun, and the emperor has repeatedly reduced taxes on the north, there is no end of the world in the capital today.

However, although there are many fragrant cars, BMWs and gorgeously dressed gentry on this bustling street, there are also many poor people who are wearing vegetables, kneeling on the ground and putting signs to sell their first place.

It can be imagined that the class division of the Ming Dynasty was so serious that Zhu Youxiao did not dare to despise these people who sold themselves at a low price like other gentry. The only thing he could feel was fear. As long as one day, these people could not even survive their lives, they might be able to destroy themselves.

"Uncle, please sell my daughter, the old woman kowtows to you here."

Zhu Youxiao looked at the skinny old woman holding a little girl who looked less than ten years old and kowtowed to passers-by.

When the man who looked like a big housekeeper came over and raised the little girl's chin and picked it up, he finally said, "I'm too thin, I probably won't do much work if I buy it back."

As he said that, the butler left, but the little girl suddenly ran over and knelt in front of the butler: "Please buy me, I can do a lot of work. I can cook fire and dive to chop wood. I don't want my grandmother to starve to death."

The girl might have cried too much, and she didn't have any tears, so she just drank and swallowed.
Chapter completed!