In the afternoon, the Forbidden City is always quieter, but the seasons are different, and quieter will be different. When there is nothing, quieter is the favorite thing for eunuchs and eunuchs in the palace. However, in the midst of troubles, the quieter they are, the more uneasy and fear they are. Everyone knows what kind of personality the Emperor Wanli is today.

Today, the people in the inner palace who were serving Wanli didn't even dare to speak out.

"Does my foot disease still have hope of recovery?"

Zhu Yijun sat on the soft couch, leaned back, and looked at the imperial physician who was treating his foot disease in a very lazy position. The imperial physician's face turned pale. The weather in March should have been comfortable and pleasant, and there was a chill, but the imperial physician's forehead was covered with sweat beads. No wonder, who made the person in front of him the Emperor Ming?

It is not a big deal to have foot disease. There are many people in the folk who have foot disease. However, it is a bit inappropriate to put it on the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. It is necessary to know that these four seasons of sacrifices, ancestor sacrifices, and personal prayers for rain in some cases when the weather is dry all require the emperor to walk to show respect for God and ancestors. But if the emperor has foot disease, how should he complete it?

As the imperial physician who served the emperor recently, he knew very well how many imperial physicians the emperor had killed for this matter. Now, when an imperial physician was called into the palace to treat the emperor's foot disease, it was almost tradition to write a suicide note and prepare the funeral. The dispute between the prince had caused serious confrontation between the emperor and the ministers, but now the emperor had foot disease again, he was even more reluctant to see those noisy ministers, which would always make the emperor feel that he was oppressed, and the ministers could not be killed or killed. The imperial physician and the eunuch were the best tools to vent their anger.

The imperial physician is afraid, and the eunuchs are afraid too.

"Your Majesty has a great blessing. As long as you carefully regulate and take care of yourself, your foot disease will definitely be cured."

After thinking for a while, the imperial physician threw out a bottle of panacea oil. He said this, even if he was useless, he would not be killed. But if he knew that his ex was killed because of this, he would not have chosen to say this.

A sharp light flashed in Zhu Yijun's eyes. He raised his intact left leg and kicked the imperial physician in the arm and kicked the imperial physician to the ground. Under the inexplicable gaze of the imperial physician, he roared angrily: "Miss doctor! Stop me! Drag it out for me! Behead me!"

Immediately, a strong eunuch picked up the imperial physician who was limp on the ground and carried it outside like a little chicken. Naturally, someone would implement the emperor's orders.

Suddenly, the feeling of sadness of the rabbit and the fox permeated the entire palace. Almost all the eunuchs and palace maids knelt down on the ground and asked their emperor to calm their anger. Even Zhang Cheng, the chief leader of the 100,000 eunuchs in the inner court, fell to the ground, frightened and asked Zhu Yijun to calm the anger of thunder.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhu Yijun felt both joy and sad.

What is happy is that he can feel the majesty and power of being an emperor, but what is sad is that only here can he feel the majesty and power of being an emperor.

From being oppressed by the empress dowager at a young age, Feng Bao and Zhang Juzheng's iron triangle were suppressed by Zhang Juzheng, and then after Zhang Juzheng's death, he often encountered things that appoint an official and was recognized by the other officials. He also had to thunder and roar loudly to force the civil officials to make concessions. He asked for some money to do something but was always rejected. When he wanted to establish a prince, he wanted to establish his favorite son as the prince, but was not recognized by his ministers. No matter what, those bastards would not let go...

The Ming Dynasty ancestor system was established, and the eldest son was appointed, and the eldest son should be appointed as the crown prince.

Those detestable guys are pride one by one, and they are all upright and hypocritical, but Zhu Yijun has long seen these guys clearly! They thought they were doing well and no one could know, so they pretended to be like a stern minister to show them, but in fact, there are not many powerful people behind them who are supporting them?

He deceived his superiors and concealed his subordinates and did everything! He allowed others to form a clique and respect himself and embezzled the national treasury to the point that Zhu Yijun was frightened!

Earlier, Zhu Yijun also had the fantasy of being a saint, and he really did it. However, as he grew older, Zhu Yijun felt that the self who was doing good at the time was broken and was played with by a group of civil servants in the applause. He could not see the money or the soldiers, and who would have to be promoted by the court? Otherwise, it would be unreasonable. Zhu Yijun really wanted to ask those bastards, was the head of the Zhu family emperor or you, the group of bastards?

Of course, Zhu Yijun didn't plan to ask this, because he knew very well that even if he asked this, the ministers would swear righteously and righteously - the emperor and scholars share it with each other!

He understood more and more why Emperor Zhengde wanted to indulge eunuchs, why Grandpa Jiajing asked the court to sceptical ministers to use Yan Song to establish his authority to "disaster" the world, and he also understood more and more how his father was manipulated by a group of civil servants and applauded, so that after he took power, he faced a stinky stone that could not be inserted into the needle or poured into the hard and stinky stone!

In this world, since Grandpa Jiajing passed away, it was no longer the Emperor of the Zhu family who could decide. Zhu Yijun had long noticed that his government orders were not only unable to leave the capital, but sometimes even the Forbidden City might not even go out. Those officials obeyed themselves on the surface, but had policies and countermeasures from the upper and lower levels. If they left their own strategies, they would shout long live. They would find scapegoats to make up the numbers where they could see, and then they would do whatever they could. No one knew about the places they could not see. Whether the 100-point imperial edict was implemented on the ground is questionable. At most, they would do it and tell the emperor that someone would listen to it, that's all.

But Zhu Yijun's strong support for the Jinyiwei and the Dongchang is not in vain! He saw it all in his eyes and remembered it in his heart!

When Zhang Juzheng was a complete puppet. After Zhang Juzheng died, he was a superficial puppet of the king. He just had face. He had ten years of liquidation of Zhang Juzheng, eliminated Feng Bao, and regained the Jinyiwei and the Dongchang, and promoted the little ones to speak for him. However, the little ones were still civil officials. If he wanted to speak for the emperor, he immediately put the civil officials on the big hat of "stylist", launched a public opinion offensive, and used moral commanding heights to fight against these little ones, and then the little ones' political career was over.

Whatever they want to do, those civil servants will definitely oppose it. Whatever they want to say, civil servants must sing opposites. It seems that the more intense and stronger the opposition the emperor is, the more fulfilled they will feel. They are scepters, scolded, demoted, dismissed, and punished, the more they are happy. They are all shaking. These emperor behaviors seem to them like taking Hercules magic pills. After a while, they will appear in a department full of blood and resurrection and continue to sing against themselves.

Yes, yes, I want to build a palace and I want to buy something, you can swear by me, you have something right, I can't tell you, I use my inner treasury; but I want you to do some serious things, disaster relief, city repair, road construction, river channel repair, weapons repair, and soldiers! What about the money? What about the money?! I want to build a palace, you say that money is used in the main business, but I say that I want to do the main business, but you say that the money is not enough, so I want me to use my private money in the inner treasury to subsidize the national economy?

Why don’t you use your private money to subsidize it?! Now you know that Jiangshan belongs to me?! Then why no one listens to what I say?!

However, he forgot that he was the emperor, the symbol of the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty was his. No matter whether it was actually like this or not, the people in the world thought so. He was the biggest, most suitable and the most tragic scapegoat of this one. The more angry he was, the more he would push himself into the abyss of destruction. The more willful he was, the more he would lead the country into the quagmire of destruction, because if he was governing a country, he would never bring personal emotional factors.
Chapter completed!