Chapter 2 The national destiny of the Ming Dynasty was short-lived

Beside the prison wall, under the old crooked neck tree.

Jiang Xinghuo leaned against a tree trunk to enjoy the cool air and ate some watermelon, finally remembering the lecture.

"Where did you talk about last time?"

Zhu Gaoxu sat cross-legged with his waist straight, showing a military demeanor.

He also wiped the watermelon juice on his beard and replied: "Mr. Jiang, last time we talked about the centralization and decentralization of power in the Song Dynasty."

"Oh" Jiang Xinghuo wiped his mouth and found a comfortable position to lie down.

"What insights do you have?"

Zhu Gaoxu curled his lips and said: "If Emperor Yongle was born as a prince in the Song Dynasty, he would definitely not be able to succeed in Jingnan."

Jiang Xinghuo picked up two leaves from the ground and shook the dust off, then covered his eyes to block the mottled sunlight cast by the tree canopy, put his hands behind his head, and then said lazily.

"Once Emperor Yongle's decree is issued, no matter what the vassals choose, the result is already doomed. In the face of the Yan army's cavalry, they are nothing more than a mantis. Jianwen's millions of troops are not in the way. What about the thousands to tens of thousands of guards from the vassals?

Can it be stopped? Unless all the vassals unite, they can break the jar and cause trouble to the court."

"The secret meaning is to express an attitude of not using swords or weapons. Even if the vassals are reduced, it will definitely be like Song Taizu releasing his military power over a glass of wine. He will reward the fields, houses, gold and silver in large quantities to ensure the wealth of the vassals and future generations."

Although Jiang Xinghuo's views were not entirely to his liking, Zhu Di gleaned another layer of profound meaning from them.

"Then Mr. Jiang thinks that by releasing the military power with a glass of wine and removing the guards from the vassals, there will be no more peace battles in the future, right?"

Zhu Gaojiu stared intently at Jiang Xinghuo, who was lying down under the old crooked neck tree, and asked seriously.

Hearing the emperor's repeated questions, Ji Gang broke out in cold sweat on his forehead and said in a trembling voice.

"Obviously, Emperor Yongle showed goodwill to the vassals to show that his fourth brother, unlike Zhu Yunwen, the eldest nephew who didn't recognize his relatives, was related to the vassals. This is easy to understand."

"Thank you, Your Majesty for your grace."

Jiang Xinghuo said calmly: "Emperor Yongle wanted to peacefully reduce the vassal state. First of all, he did not want to leave a bad reputation in the history books for killing his clan members. Secondly, he was worried that the Ming Dynasty, which had not yet recovered, would suffer another war."

Zhu Di suddenly realized that the plan to reduce the vassal vassal that he and Master Daoyan had discussed for a long time might have already become a foregone conclusion in the eyes of some great geniuses!

"He figured out the plan between me and Master Daoyan in such a short period of time. This person is not simple!" Zhu Di's expression gradually became gloomy.

"But now there won't be anyone in the vassals who is dissatisfied and someone will rise up to resist?" Zhu Gaoxu asked eagerly.

"That's not right." Jiang Xinghuo said with a smile: "Emperor Yongle is the master who conquered the country with his own hands. He will be merged with Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty in the future. How can the vassals refuse to accept it?"

"A country scholar can have such knowledge. Where does this knowledge come from? Why would a person with such knowledge be willing to abandon himself among the painted boats? Why would he deliberately get close to my son? Is Jianwen a traitor to the party?

Arranged secretly?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhu Di stared at Ji Gang for a long time, his eyes getting sharper and sharper, as if he could penetrate Ji Gang's soul, and he slowly looked away after a long time.

"The reduction of vassal status is inevitable, but rewards have two meanings."

"I am stupid, please give me some time to investigate! I will definitely find out the truth!"

"Among the many reasons for the future demise of the Ming Dynasty, rebellion by the vassal kings is definitely not one of them."

"No." Zhu Gaoxu frowned slightly and shook his head, "As far as I know, Emperor Yongle just rewarded the surviving vassals on a large scale. It doesn't seem like he wants to cut down the vassals."

Zhu Di was convinced that even he himself did not know the final decision on how to reduce the vassal status an hour ago!

After a pause, Jiang Xinghuo continued to add: "Besides, there is a saying in this world that if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Do other vassals have the ability to add white to the king like Emperor Yongle?

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"Your Majesty, can I avoid this?" Ji Gang, who was sitting on pins and needles, asked tentatively.

The lecture on the other side of the wall is still continuing.

If I can get a better way to cut down the vassal vassal from Jiang Xinghuo, a strange man, and I can overcome my eldest brother who has always been stronger in politics than me, I think my father will definitely think highly of me.

Zhu Gaoxu was very concerned about this issue, because according to his close aides, his father was recently planning to reduce the vassal state. Although there is no conclusive evidence, there is indeed a rumor.

Zhu Gaoxu took this issue very seriously, because he was convinced that his father Zhu Di had tricked him, and he might not be able to become the prince, so he began to unconsciously bring him into the perspective of the vassal king.

Zhu Gaoxu entered the imperial edict and used the method of retreat to advance. He would never give up his fight for the crown prince's position.

"I originally wanted to wait for a while before announcing this matter, but I didn't expect that a scholar mentioned it in advance," Zhu Di murmured to himself.

"But what if they are obsessed with it?" Zhu Gaoxu frowned.

"Since Emperor Yongle is compared to Song Taizu, don't you understand?"

"This is not appropriate. You can think of Emperor Yongle as Song Taizu, and the feudal vassals as the military leaders of Song Taizu in the late Five Dynasties. This is very similar. You said that Song Taizu has put on a yellow robe, will you worry about the military leaders of Song Taizu coming too?

?In fact, this is the root cause of centralized power."

Jiang Xinghuo turned over, stretched out his right foot and put it on his left leg, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "But the so-called founder of the terracotta warriors has no descendants? Among the vassals, those who do not want to be raised as pigs will sooner or later have ambitions.

There will be chaos sooner or later, there is no doubt about this. Once the military power of the vassals is taken back, no one can succeed again, but some people will definitely continue to try."

Ji Gang bowed to accept the order. He secretly breathed a long sigh of relief. He didn't even dare to wipe the sweat from his forehead and could only let the sweat drip on his Feiyu suit.

In the secret room on the other side of the wall.

"I will give you three days to find out about this matter."

Jiang Xinghuo's lazy voice sounded like he was about to fall asleep, but the content of his words was extremely deafening.

Zhu Gaoxu's face looked solemn: "Mr. Jiang means that as soon as Emperor Yongle ascends the throne, he will start to reduce the military power of the vassals. Is he afraid that any vassal king will try again to suppress the war?"

Zhu Di was shocked that this scholar named Jiang Xinghuo was so keen and so sharply analyzed the strategy that he and Master Dao Yan had just decided to reduce the vassal!

You know, after deciding how to reduce the vassalage, Zhu Di was in a good mood, and then he remembered to go to the imperial prison to see his second son, who was angry with him.

However, Zhu Di's face remained calm. He did not agree to Ji Gang's request, but after pondering for a few breaths he asked: "If it is according to what you said, it was Fang Xiaoru, a disciple who was a private school teacher in the countryside, who accepted Jiang Xinghuo as a student.

And Jiang Xinghuo has never left his hometown since he was a child, but a year ago he suddenly sold his family property and came to Nanjing, where he only hangs out among the painting boats on the Qinhuai River every day?"

Zhu Gaoxu was silent while stroking his beard. After a long while, he asked unwillingly: "Isn't there any sequelae in this way of releasing military power over a glass of wine?"

Hearing this question, Jiang Xinghuo rarely took it seriously, well, half seriously, so he picked off a leaf.

"There are sequelae, and they are two very fatal sequelae to the Ming Dynasty."

"These two sequelae will directly shorten the national destiny of the Ming Dynasty!"
Chapter completed!