Regent of Ming Dynasty

After reading it for a few days, I was about to give up the book. There were only three things. The first time was that the emperor might kill this capable minister who helped him manage his finances because he was worried that his power would expand too much. At that time, Pigfoot didn't even have a party member; the second time was that he said several times a slave term like thanking the Lord for his kindness, which was only used in the Qing Dynasty (if only once, it would still be okay) Pretending not to see), I'm really tired of it; and the third time, it was the so-called Zhe Chong Zunzu in the court. The main leadership positions of the three provinces and six ministries were actually divided into mine and yours like a house. What is even more shocking is that twice before and after, the senior officials who had taken refuge were gathered together to eat, drink and bond. Is this the plan to proclaim oneself the emperor?

I was forced to catch up here from QQ Reading. Author, you should update quickly...

It's so well written. It's my first time reading a novel and I hope the author can finish it.

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If it weren't for their different stances and political parties, the three of them could really be called close friends. It's a pity that fate plays tricks on people and they are ultimately enemies rather than friends. Zhao Shancai was eliminated by the Seventh Prince, and although Zhou Shangjing was old, he was still the most terrifying representative of ministerial power. Apart from Emperor Deqing, Zhou Shangjing was perhaps the only one who saw the role of the Wufen Memorial and guessed that Zhao Junchen had repelled the Mongolian army.

This time, he finally changed from a jester who could be killed by the emperor at any time to a serious problem of the emperor. What does it mean to be a master of great power? After Pig's Foot regained the lost territory, and with its prestige in the army, the emperor even turned against rats. This time, Pig's Foot finally found a foothold in this world.

10Th Anniversary Event - Zhao Junchen Hello, fellow book friends, I have been reading pirated copies before, and then I saw Chongzi cut off updates again and again. I wondered if we had let Mr. Zhao down. If an author can't support himself by writing books, then what's the point of writing books? I like every book by Chongzi, including this Regent of Ming Dynasty. This book lasted for 12 years, and it is the only historical strategy text that I can read. There is no other book besides this. I have learned a lot from this Regent of Ming Dynasty, the tact in life, the ruthlessness in doing things, and all kinds of knowledge. I will feel happy when Junchen gets benefits, and I will give him a squeeze when he is about to fall into a trap. If you book friends also like Zhao Gechen, I hope you will subscribe more and reward more. This is presented by a little bookworm.

I came across this by chance, and it's so well written. I love novels that deal with people's hearts and intrigues.

Follow the law in small matters, follow public opinion in medium matters, and follow politics in big matters. This sentence is so classic that it has approached the core way of handling things by politicians at home and abroad in ancient and modern times.

The twenty-fifth year of Yongxi, winter, Beijing Fang Ru opened the door of the small study as usual, but the main seat of the small study had been vacant for a long time. It has been more than three months since Zhao Junchen passed away, and everything is going according to the trajectory he planned during his lifetime. It is still a place where the government is well-connected and the people are well-positioned, and the food supply is solid. Fang Ru looked at the main chair silently for a long time, her eyes so focused that she could almost outline a figure sitting there quietly. I don't know when Xu Qingyan knocked on the door, "Madam, the Ministry of Rites has sent the young master's historical records, please take a look." Her thoughts were interrupted for a moment, Fang Ru took the manuscript handed over by Xu Qingyan and looked at it carefully. Zhao Junchen, courtesy name Hengzhi, was born in Yangzhou. He was quick at learning when he was young. Deqing In the 29th year of Deqing's reign, he achieved the Zhongyuan Dynasty in one fell swoop. The emperor cherished his financial management skills and moved him to be the head of the household department and take charge of the internal transportation treasury. The time has been peaceful for a long time, and there is a lot of money in the national treasury. There is no money in it, and the ministers are in urgent need of household affairs. They are very good at living within their means, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure. However, after more than one year, the national treasury is full of money and rice every day. In the thirty-fourth year of Deqing Dynasty, war broke out among the three sides. Junchen petitioned for relief and quelling the chaos. As far as Shaanxi and Gansu, the ban was strictly enforced, and all rebels were killed. They won three battles, big and small, and annihilated 100,000 enemies on the Weishui River. They conquered Hetao and then returned to the capital. At that time, the Jurchens in Liaodong were invading the country, and the Japanese pirates were looting in the southeast. The wise ministers and ministers were able to entrust them with important responsibilities, and they also equipped them with fine weapons and donated silk and rice. They successively pacified the Jurchens, captured their leaders, and annihilated the Japanese dead. After Deqing, the military and political leaders appointed ministers as ministers, even though they were not prime ministers. He has presided over the government for more than 20 years, and has repeatedly introduced new laws. Farmland water conservancy, tea and salt administration, and the merger of taxes and servitude have been promoted one after another, and the promulgation and administration are divided. In the twenty-fifth year of Yongxi's reign, he died. The emperor stayed in court for ten days and ordered sacrifices to be made in nine altars. His posthumous title was Wen. Fang Ru's eyes were a little misty, and she whispered, "Just follow the instructions of the Ministry of Rites," and sat down, looking out the window at the setting sun falling through the screen wall into the deep courtyard. There was no one there, and she woke up from her dream. He murmured, "Don't come here in the middle of spring. It touches my eyes and makes my heart break. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed..."

I just had a private chat with Chongzi and he said that he will resume updating in the next few days. As for why he didn't come out to explain his old habit of being embarrassed to meet people when the update stopped, and he didn't even dare to go to the starting point.

The quality of this book is very low. No wonder this book is not popular. Although I have only read more than 140 chapters, in the words of my husband-in-law, the country is about to die, and the protagonist still has the leisure to accompany these politicians to scheming.

Brother, I am really convinced. I have forgotten the content of this book. You have updated it again. I admire it.

Of all the career books I have read, this book is undoubtedly the number one.

This year's update is over, please come again next year. 😒

A 23-year-old third-rank official, who was promoted within four or five years, was labeled as the Ming Dynasty, and he didn't understand the Ming Dynasty at all. Let alone being outrageous or not, the 23-year-old Sanpin is so prosperous, and it is even more outrageous that he is not married yet at 23. It's better to be totally imaginary. True 6

Come, the author reads to me My solemn oath: starting from today, I will never update. I will not watch dramas, travel, or get sick. I will play no games, no hydrology. Strict self-discipline, cherish time like gold, worthy of readers, worthy of youth, worthy of the future. I firmly believe that I am a good author. I am the keyboard in the dark, the guard on the Great Wall of Internet literature. I voluntarily dedicate my life to coding day and night.

The strategy part of this book is definitely the best it has ever been.

My number one Machiavellian novel! The IQs of the supporting characters are all top-notch, the maturity and prudentness of the richest man Zhou, the cruelty and ruthlessness of the seventh prince, and the genius of Zhao Shancai. Each of them left a deep and deep impression on me, which is something that no other novel can give me.

Grandpa, the book you are paying attention to has been updated again.

I have always been a loyal reader of this book, but my contribution to it has been limited, so I have no right to complain about the discontinuation of updates. Chongzi said that this book does not make money, which is a bit of a complaint, but to be honest, what rich boss can bear the problem of discontinuation of updates? You must first steadily update and write this book before you can possibly attract more people and make money. It's not that this book doesn't make money anyway, and it doesn't matter if it's delayed. You've got this causal relationship reversed.

There are so many cool articles out there that this one is not missing. On the contrary, such rigorous and in-depth books are rare. The author cannot be popular and cannot make money. Being able to persist in writing is a sign of conscience. Readers should respect it and cherish it, and don't criticize it easily. When I was short of books, I would sometimes read cool articles and read them for free. When I came across such books, I insisted on genuine ones. I feel that the value orientation of the platform is too poor, forcing the entire network to be filled with either a bunch of emperors, emperors, tyrants, saints, ancients, dragons, or 99% of them are time travel and rebirth, relying on plagiarism system cheats all day long to show off and pay for women. What values ​​​​are conveyed. On the other hand, it is difficult for good books to win by quality, and fewer and fewer books can be read. It is said that Lu Yao's "Ordinary World" took ten years to write. If it were published as an online article, the author would definitely starve to death.

This stubborn author can no longer write. If you really can't continue writing, just make a summary and end the story. The author obviously had limited skills and wanted to be very delicate, so he soon got stuck. To put it simply, Lao Zhao killed the insidious fifth prince, outlasted the old emperor and Mr. Zhou Ge, made great achievements in the northeast, and the palace bailed out a young prince to come to power. In the end, he became the regent, played a constitutional monarchy, and Zhao got a shogun. That's the finale. Grasp the big ones and let go the small ones. Let's end it quickly.

It's well written, and it has its own merits as the son-in-law, even slightly better. I hope I'm lucky enough to be able to make it into a film and TV show. Only this kind of author is worthy of recharging and reading the original version, because they write with their heart. I hope you can support what I recommend. After all, good writing is not easy, so cherish it

This is one of the most exciting books I have read on Qidian. Com in the past ten years. When can we update it 😭

In the autumn, people come and go in the capital city, the city is noisy and prosperous as always. But there was a sense of solemnity in the Regent's Palace, and everyone was cautious when walking and talking. Just because Zhao Junchen, the elderly regent of the Ming Dynasty, was handling political affairs until late at night when he was recovering from a serious illness, he caught wind and cold. In the past few days, his condition did not improve but became more serious. He even became bedridden and slept for most of the day. When Zhao Junchen was awake, he either summoned party members to talk about matters, or had secret conversations with Fang Ru and Xu Qingyan behind closed doors. One night, Zhao Junchen woke up from his coma and looked at the imperial doctor in front of him who was tremblingly taking his pulse. He was about to ask something, but when the words came to his mouth, he said in a waning voice: "Qianxue stays... Let the others go out." After saying this, Zhao Junchen closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep again. The other servants and imperial doctors quickly retreated at Cui Qianxue's signal. I don't know how long it took, Zhao Junchen opened his eyes, coughed a few times and said slowly: "Qianxue, life or death is up to you, don't be sentimental. My body must be failing... Just talk to me." Hearing this, Cui Qianxue couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes, and then she saw that the original gray color on Zhao Junchen's face gradually turned rosy, and he was even more distressed. "I had a dream yesterday..." Zhao Junchen chuckled and stopped Cui Qianxue from finding the imperial doctor. His voice floated up in the candlelight in the dark night and was vaguely audible. In Cui Qianxue's tearful eyes, Zhao Junchen continued: "I dreamed that I went to a place, it was another world..." Cui Qianxue did not make a sound, just silently listening to Zhao Junchen describing the strange and strange world to her. In that world, artificial iron birds flew in the sky. In that world, iron boxes with four wheels were running on the ground, and they were not pulled by cows or horses. Instead, they drank something called gasoline and ran tirelessly on their own. In that world, women wore less than men in summer. And most men don't have beards... As Cui Qianxue couldn't stop crying, Zhao Junchen, whose complexion turned gray again, continued: "I don't know that I am a guest when I wake up from the dream. I... I... I really want to go back to the dream to see that world..." That night, Zhao Junchen, the regent of the Ming Dynasty, closed his eyes forever and never woke up. ----------------(Dividing line)------------ 1. You may not believe it when I tell you, but I was once the Minister of Household Affairs, a favorite of the emperor, and an important official of the third rank of the central government. At first, I was convinced. Later, my confidence was shaken. Because everyone around me said I was sick. I knew that I was not sick, but because so many people told me, I believed that I was really sick - and that I was quite sick. And all of this stems from the dream I once had. In that dream, I clearly remember that as an imperial envoy for disaster relief, I was hit in the head by a group of unscrupulous people with stones while inspecting the disaster area in Lu'an Prefecture, Shanxi Province, and fell into a coma. I thought to myself that I didn't do anything. Wasn't it just greed (cross out) and taking some food for disaster relief? I just want those unruly people to miss a few meals. How dare you hit me on the head with a stone? This is simply unreasonable! ! How can I, Zhao Junchen, a dignified third-rank official, an imperial envoy of the imperial court, and minister of household affairs, bear this anger? Those damn guards, the damn prefect of Lu'an, the court usually takes good care of them, but when something goes wrong, none of them are useful! What a bastard! With my temper, I will cut off all these guards. After I return to the capital, I will inform His Majesty that the prefect of Lu'an (I have forgotten the specific name, I should have known that I should not have only focused on his filial piety) will behead the entire family! I have been traveling all day long to provide disaster relief. After such hard work, I finally arrived at Lu'an Mansion. The officials and squire were quite sensible and showed their respect. Seeing that I could return to Beijing in a few days, I was about to see the light of day - damn, I was stoned. It was as if darkness fell before dawn. That darkness is really dark! 2. The white sheet, the candlelight emitting white light above my head, the needle pierced into my flesh, my head wrapped in white gauze, and a man who had shaved off most of his hair and dressed in strange clothes and claimed to be my colleague... This was the first scene I saw after I woke up from the dream. At that time, my brain went blank. I stared blankly ahead, with no focus in my eyes and an overwhelming feeling in my heart. Everything around me was so strange that I almost revealed my doubts and fears. But "Self-cultivation of Corrupt Officials" tells me that I cannot panic at this moment. The safest response should be not to speak, not to respond, not to refuse, and to observe more. Soon after, I heard the man who claimed to be my colleague talking to a man with his face covered and wearing a white coat. I vaguely heard words such as "Zhao Gang", "car accident", "brain", "review" and "Western kick". And I decided not to change my strategy for the time being and continue to wait and see. 3. I have been in this place for a year without knowing it, and I slowly understand it. This is no longer the Ming Dynasty. And I am no longer a high official in the imperial court, a third-grade minister, or a favorite of the emperor... My name is Zhao Gang now, and I am just an ordinary petty official. Oh, by the way, we don't call them petty officials here, they have to be called civil servants. As my understanding of this world deepened, it surprised me, and I became addicted to it. I learned to use the toilet and flush it myself. I learned to drive, it was very comfortable without the bumps like horses. In my spare time, I hold potato chips and watch dramas. I learned to play with my phone and turn it on whenever I have nothing to do... Everything is fine here, except that people here are no longer afraid of me. This made me angry at first, but then I gradually got used to it, just like I was used to not being Zhao Junchen anymore. Since you can't get rid of it, learn to accept it. 4. What? ! In the seventeenth year of the Ming Dynasty to Chongzhen... Then who am I? I couldn't accept it, so I rushed to Lu'an, Shanxi Province overnight regardless of everything. Since everything starts from here, then everything in the past or in the dream ends here! I followed the map and stepped into the former Lu'an Prefecture. However, what I saw was a reinforced concrete jungle. All I felt was the roar and air waves of passing cars... Is there any trace of the Lu'an Prefecture in the past? I tossed and turned for a long time, but in the end I couldn't find any trace of the past. I buried the "History of the Ming Dynasty" in my hands and never set foot in the Lu'an Mansion again. I embarked on the return journey, staring at Lu'an until it completely disappeared from my sight.

Suppose you click on the pages of Regent Daming's book again late at night when the lights are out. "No more updates!" You raised the mouse in your hand and smashed it angrily at the screen, only to see a black light flicker on the screen. After a moment, this black light swept across your body. Before you could finish cursing, "I'll go...", You were already sucked into the black vortex by this mysterious black light. When you wake up from a coma, you find that you have turned out to be Mr. Zhao who was attacked by thugs in Lu'an Mansion. Zhao Junchen, the third-rank official of the imperial court, is the Minister of Household Affairs. What are you going to do next?

Liaodong is the same as the three sides that the protagonist went to before. The generals have a large number of private soldiers. Deqing is helpless. Moreover, the most elite troops such as Guan Ning Cavalry are also in Liaodong. If the protagonist used to fight hard, it would not be impossible to bury the bones in Liaodong. Because they are private soldiers, Fang Zhenshan must have a lot of private soldiers with the protagonist behind him, so the protagonist can be considered to have a certain ability to protect himself in Liaodong. Some book friends said that for these generals, the protagonist can give them all the Deqing they can give. In fact, it is not the case. Deqing does not give these generals private soldiers, and the protagonist's biggest reputation is that he has money in his hands. For the generals of Liaodong, the protagonist who has money in his hands can be said to be a strong alliance. It is precisely because of the large number of elite private soldiers that Deqing laments that Liaodong can't lose it! Because of this, the protagonist may really fall into the trap of Zhou Shangjing's conspiracy. It's such a huge temptation that the protagonist won't even be called the protagonist if he doesn't eat it. It is speculated that the protagonist may find a reason to stay in Liaodong, otherwise the protagonist will just fall into Zhou Shangjing's trap and catch nothing else, then he will be deceived by Zhou Shangjing!

"！"                     ，！                    ，，！ There are a group of crazy men in the audience! The farmer who has saved his money for half a year just for one night of ecstasy, the scholar who has failed in his pursuit of fame, and the high-ranking official! At this moment, they were all like hungry wolves, their bloodshot eyes staring closely at the woman on the stage! "Old Madam! Let's start quickly, everyone can't wait!" A scholar in blue shirt shouted loudly in the audience! "Yes, that's right! Start quickly!" "What are you waiting for!" The men in the audience seemed to be impatient!                  ："~！！"           ，！ Smokey eyebrows, watery eyes, a tall nose, a cherry-like mouth, and a fairy-like appearance made everyone in the audience go crazy! The entire Baihua Building was extremely lively! It's just that no one paid attention to the look in the eyes of Lady Ruyi on the stage! My heart is as hopeless as death! Like a puppet!                                                                                                                                                                     A squeaking sound reached the ears of everyone who came: "Now, all guests, please start bidding! The one with the highest bid will get the night of Ruyi's wife's coming out of the court! The starting price is five hundred taels of silver~!"                                                              The high starting price made some people in the audience who did not have enough funds calm down. They could only watch the beautiful and incomparable woman on the stage beating her chest and lamenting secretly! The most important thing in Kyoto is wealthy families! "Six hundred taels of silver!" A scholar in a scholar's ​​robe first reported the price. It's just that soon more people bid to suppress him! "Seven hundred taels!" "Eight thousand taels!" The bidding was extremely fierce. Everyone in the audience seemed to have been dazzled by the beauty, and the bidding price was raised to one thousand five hundred taels of silver in the blink of an eye! The old madam was smiling from ear to ear as she watched everyone vying for bids on the stage! While laughing, he shouted: "This man bids one thousand five hundred taels! Is there a higher price? If not, this man's first time will be for Mrs. Ruyi~" "Three thousand taels!" Someone in the audience suddenly interrupted the old madam's shouting! The price that was twice as high instantly stunned the whole audience, and the entire Baihua Building was silent! The old madam was the first to react and was ecstatic: "Three thousand taels! This man bids three thousand taels of silver! Is there anything higher?" People in the audience turned to look at the distinguished guests in high positions, and they were also talking about it.            ："，！，！"           ："，，！"           The old bustard saw that no one was bidding for a long time, so he could only wave his silk scarf: "Three thousand taels of silver! Deal!" The foreign minister from the household department in the audience also looked satisfied and was ready to go up to the stage to collect the wishful lady. Suddenly, a calm and cold voice sounded in the Baihua Tower: "Wait a minute! I want this person!" The member of the household department, Wailang, froze, and he turned his head sharply, wanting to deal with this person who was talking nonsense! But when he turned around, his body became even stiffer! After a brief silence in the audience, there was a lot of discussion! "Who is this person? With such an awesome look, who does he think he is?" "Isn't this person a fool, coming to Baihua Building to cause trouble?" The people standing outside Baihua Building didn't say a word, just watching the noisy people in the building quietly! Gradually, the noise died down. "This, this is Mr. Zhao Junchen, the Minister of Household Affairs! The famous man in front of the current emperor!" Someone recognized the identity of the person! The noise completely disappeared! Wailang, a member of the Household Department in the VIP seat, even knelt down on the spot: "I will join you, Mr. Zhao!" Zhao Junchen looked at the silent Baihua Building, his tone was still calm, his voice was not loud but it just spread throughout the room: "I said, I want this woman!" Sweat began to drip from the forehead of the member of the household department, Wailang: "Yes! Yes, yes! I really don't know that this official belongs to Mr. Zhao! He deserves to die! He deserves to die, my lord, please forgive me!" "What crime are you guilty of?" Zhao Junchen did not look at him: "Qingyan, give them three thousand taels of silver as a ransom fee!" Zhao Junchen turned to look at Lady Ruyi on the stage, and said without too much emotion in his tone: "Are you willing to come with me? If you are willing, come back with me. If you don't want to, you can leave." Lady Ruyi on the stage seemed to have just come to her senses, and gave a slight salute: "My family is willing to follow." "Then come with me, Qingyan, and take her into the sedan chair back to the house!" Then, Zhao Junchen turned around and left. Behind him, Xu Qingyan also led Mrs. Ruyi up the sedan chair and went back to the house. After a long time, Baihualou behind him began to talk more intensely, but these had nothing to do with Zhao Junchen! …………………… It's night, Zhao Mansion Mrs. Ruyi sat on a bed anxiously, quietly waiting for Zhao Junchen's arrival. "Creak~" The sound of the wooden door opening startled her! Zhao Junchen came in wearing casual clothes! "Are you scared?" A calm voice sounded from her ears. "No…no." The slight voice made her words unconvincing.           Zhao Junchen did not do anything urgently, he stretched out his hand to pour a cup of tea and put it in front of her: "Don't be nervous! Drink a cup of tea to calm down." She held the cup tightly, and the sloshing tea reflected her inner nervousness: "Slave, my family is destined to be Fangru." "It's a good name. From now on, you should change your name to Mrs. Ruyi. Are you willing to be my concubine?" It was still a casual tone, but with a trace of doubt! Fang Ru was struggling fiercely in her heart, while Zhao Junchen looked at her silently! Finally, Fang Ru made up her mind: "I will be your concubine! But can I ask you to do one thing!?" "Say, maybe I will do it!" "Kill everyone in Baihua Building!" When she said this, Fang Ru's eyes seemed to burst with endless hatred! "As long as you help me kill everyone in Baihua Building, I will be your concubine with peace of mind!" "Be my concubine. Before I get married, you will be responsible for everything in my house. You can do what you want!" Zhao Ru and his party shed tears: "Thank you, Master! In this life, Zhao Ru is willing to be the master's concubine and always stay by his side!" "Well, it's late at night!"

1. Jiang Zheng has the status of Jinshi, while the rest of the protagonist's staff have the status of Juren. This gap does not mean that others will worship him, and they can only read Confucian books. The protagonist's staff are all specialized think tanks in various fields. 2. When Jiang Zheng joins the protagonist's staff, they will be grouped into one department based on Jiang Zheng's special expertise. He has no authority to inquire about this or that. The protagonist's previous staff does not need to think about how to fool him, because he has no right to interfere 3. When Deqing used Li Chunchen, he first gave him specific authority to do specific things based on Li's special expertise. This Jiang Zheng seemed to have nothing to do. Deqing knew that Li Chunchen didn't need to be familiar with this or that, and only needed to do the things Deqing gave him.