Chapter 341: It is not that the thinking is simple, but that this method is the most efficient

Zhu Zhu Yijun just wanted a small railcar for his daily commute to and from work, and to make the flow of documents faster and smoother. Was there anything wrong with that? There was absolutely nothing wrong with it!

At least Zhang Zhang Juzheng felt there was nothing wrong with it, so he expressed his support, stating it should be built immediately, and ordered the Ministry of Works to handle it at once.

Zhu Zhu Yijun had a young eunuch test the new vehicle. The railcar, which featured a wooden shell, was very convenient. At least when official documents were placed inside, there was no need to worry about much else; one just had to pedal hard.

"Your Majesty, there is another item. This thing is a bit strange." Imperial Uncle Zhu Zhu Zaiyu, seeing that His Majesty was very fond of these new types of railcars, wore a slightly complex expression. They had tinkered with a type of vehicle, but they themselves did not quite understand why this vehicle could remain upright while moving.

They knew that it was so, but did not know why it was so.

"Is there anything in the Academy of Sciences that isn't strange? Present it for me to see." Zhu Zhu Yijun asked with great interest; these achievements of the Academy of Sciences were all very intriguing.

"Your Majesty, please look." Zhu Zhu Zaiyu took out a wheel with a tire and placed it on the ground, then gave it a hard push. The wheel rolled a long distance, starting off wobbly, then circled around and fell to the ground. Zhu Zhu Zaiyu said quite affirmatively: "A carriage with two wheels placed side-by-side or a railcar with four wheels can maintain balance, but a single wheel seems to be able to maintain balance while in motion as well."

"So, what have you made?" Zhu Zhu Yijun asked curiously.

Under Zhu Zhu Yijun's serious gaze, Zhu Zhu Zaiyu pushed out a bicycle. However, it was not quite the same as the bicycle in Zhu Zhu Yijun's cognition; this wheel was relatively wide, about the width of four fingers pressed together, and it was much heavier. It was not just the weight of the vehicle; pedaling it was also very strenuous.

Most importantly, its drive mechanism consisted of two crank rods attached to the wheel; the pedal disc on the feet drove the crank rods, and the crank rods drove the rear wheel forward.

The design was extremely bizarre.

This was already an improved version. Zhu Zhu Yijun had successively seen its initial models: first, the unicycle, the structure of which was very simple; then the tricycle, with two large wheels the height of a person in the front, where the person sat on the crossbeam of the large wheels, while the direction was controlled by a small wheel in the front with a diameter only about the length of a forearm; and then the four-wheeled version, which was a bicycle with auxiliary wheels on the rear. The designs were all strange and varied.

This was the improvement process of the bicycle. Clearly, Zhu Zhu Zaiyu wanted to understand why a two-wheeled vehicle could achieve dynamic balance—that is, why a two-wheeled vehicle would not fall over while in motion.

Zhu Zhu Yijun climbed onto the bicycle with great enthusiasm and began to ride, subsequently offering several suggestions for improvement, such as making the tire appropriately narrower, using a steel-wood structure for the body—that is, using iron for the frame and wood to fill in and reduce weight—as well as changing the vehicle's drive to a chain, and so on.

Zhu Zhu Yijun and Zhu Zhu Zaiyu studied the various directions for improving the bicycle with great enthusiasm. These were all very easy to implement and not complex at all.

When the sun was high in the sky, Zhu Zhu Yijun finally left the Imperial Academy of Sciences with reluctance and headed to the Northern Camp to conduct his daily inspection of the troops and horses.

Qi Qi Jiguang, however, remained at the Academy of Sciences, staring blankly at that two-wheeled vehicle. The first thing he thought of was its military use. This thing could be operated by one person, and cargo could be tied to the back; an adult carrying tens of catties of grain would be no problem, or using it to deliver messages would also be a good choice.

This thing had great military value; it could be used for the transmission of battlefield information and intelligence, and it could also be used to compensate for the lack of human mobility.

Qi Qi Jiguang communicated with Zhu Zhu Zaiyu for a long time, confirming more details.

The winds in the capital were still very strong, and the Ming Emperor's accumulation of wealth and promotion of profit were still being widely opposed. Zhang Zhang Juzheng's judgment was very correct: Cai Pan Jixun was no longer carrying the banner, and even after meeting with His Majesty, he had switched to the camp supporting the imperial court's accumulation of wealth and promotion of profit.

However, this wind still showed no signs of stopping.

"Accumulating wealth and promoting profit, pursuing profit without knowing righteousness, completely discarding the principles of the ancients, accumulating wealth and exploitation; if there is profit, there must be harm. If it profits oneself, it must harm others. A gentleman does not exhaust profit to leave it to the people, so as to equalize the gifts of heaven and earth. The sage king would rather damage himself to benefit others than damage others to benefit himself."

According to the *Book of Rites*: "Rather than having a minister who accumulates wealth, it is better to have a thieving minister."

This meant that ministers who accumulated wealth and promoted profit were all thieving ministers who stole the country.

The examples cited by this wind were also very significant for reference: that was the accumulation of wealth and promotion of profit during the two Song dynasties. This time, the writers did not talk about coal at two hundred wen per catty, nor did they talk about the affairs of Emperor Gaozong of Song acting as a "feces tycoon"; instead, they discussed the "pumai" (bidding/auctioning) of the two Song dynasties.

During the two Song dynasties, there were specialized guilds responsible for the training and competitions of *cuju* (ancient football) teams. During the Southern Song dynasty, there were over fifteen guilds in Lin'an City that made a living specifically by playing *cuju*, such as one named the Qiyun Society, of which even the Emperor of the Great Song was a member.

At that time, a saying circulated in Lin'an: "Among the thousand arts of the world's children, this romantic one takes the crown." It can be seen how prosperous the *cuju* industry was.

It was just such a recreational activity, yet every time a competition was held, it would trigger countless people to compete to watch. These spectators were not just passionate about *cuju*; they would go to the *washe* (entertainment districts) to place bets.

The imperial court of the two Song dynasties was a typical dynasty that accumulated wealth and promoted profit. How could the imperial court of the two Song dynasties let go of such a profitable business as betting on gambling? Later, they completely banned private betting in the *washe* and the imperial court became the house itself.

The writers opposed the accumulation of wealth and promotion of profit by taking history as a mirror.

Behind this wind, naturally, were the wealthy households that had migrated from Xitucheng. These wealthy households seized this opportunity and clamored wildly. For a time, it was a boiling mess.

Even Wang Wang Chonggu was implicated. On the 21st day of the second month of the seventh year of Emperor Wanli, he submitted a memorial requesting to resign due to illness.

Wan Wan Shihe led a group of writers to engage in a contest of public opinion with the opposition, and he did not fall behind in the slightest. Because the opposition advocated "following the laws of the Three Dynasties," while the banner Wan Wan Shihe raised was "the established laws of the ancestors." For a time, neither side could do anything to the other.

Wan Wan Shihe believed that the Great Ming simply could not reach that point. Let alone accumulating wealth and promoting profit, if they could just manage the fiscal taxes clearly, that would be the ancestors' blessing. Things like manipulating gambling were simply like heavenly books to the Great Ming imperial court.

Just when everyone thought this farce would continue, the miscellaneous newspapers in the capital of the Great Ming suddenly all quieted down, and no one discussed this matter anymore. This made Wan Wan Shihe very strange. They were arguing so fiercely, why did the other side suddenly go cold?

After asking around a little, Wan Wan Shihe learned that it was because one person had returned to the capital.

The Censor-in-Chief of the Great Ming Censorate, Governor of Shandong, concurrently Minister of War, the pacifier of the Yao people's rebellion in Mount Luopang, the one who destroyed the Kong family in Yanzhou, the man who loved to kill, Ling Ling Yunyi, had already arrived in Tongzhou and was on his way to the capital to meet the Emperor. The moment Ling Ling Yunyi appeared, these writers in the capital suddenly remembered the scene the day before the Emperor's grand wedding, when the Emperor supervised the executions outside the Meridian Gate.

That day, 720 people from the Kong family in Yanzhou were executed; heads rolled, and blood flowed like a river.

Everyone immediately calmed down.

On the day Ling Ling Yunyi arrived in the capital, the miscellaneous newspapers in the capital began to vigorously portray a peaceful and quiet time, fearing they would provoke this "evil star."

Tan Lun felt extremely sorry. He naturally knew His Majesty's arrangement, but he did not expect that Ling Ling Yunyi had long ago accepted this arrangement and even showed an attitude of being happy to go. This made Tan Lun somewhat helpless; there were not many candidates for the position of Minister of War.

At the beginning, Li Li Rusong came to the capital from Liaodong to participate in the selection of generals for the capital camp. Seeing Tan Lun, he immediately said that the capital camp was under the control of civil officials, like a slave, so it was better not to stay. This was Li Li Rusong's attitude, and it was actually the idea of some military officers. A civil official with no strength to truss a chicken, why should he control a military officer?

The position of Minister of War required a *Ming Jinshi*, and a *Ming Jinshi* who could fight.

Yin Yin Zhengmao was one, Ling Ling Yunyi was one, Zeng Shengu was one. There were no other suitable people.

"What a pity." Tan Lun toasted Ling Ling Yunyi. Destroying the Kong family could be described as very satisfying. Ling Ling Yunyi dared to do it, so he was not afraid of being scolded for thousands of years.

Ling Ling Yunyi drank it all in one gulp, his expression somewhat strange, and he whispered: "Is the Grand Marshal drinking water?"

"The imperial physicians won't let me drink alcohol." As soon as Tan Lun heard this, his face turned red with anger. He looked at the two imperial physicians standing beside him, and he was furious. He was a military man who had fought against Japanese pirates in the battlefield, facing sharp weapons without blinking, yet he had to be managed by these imperial physicians just for a cup of wine.

Tan Lun could deal with these two imperial physicians with one hand, but these two imperial physicians would run to His Majesty to complain!

It was simply unbearable!

Ling Ling Yunyi raised his eyebrows, looked at the two imperial physicians, and became even more convinced that he should not return to the capital. He also had a lot of problems, and being restrained like this was not as refreshing as dying in Mount Luopang!

"Why is it so noisy downstairs?" Ling Ling Yunyi heard the commotion downstairs and asked somewhat strangely. This was the Yanxing Building, the number one restaurant in the Great Ming capital. How could there be idlers making trouble?

Zeng Shengu stood up, looked down from the railing, then shook his head and said: "Don't mention it. The wealthy households that migrated from Xitucheng and the rich young masters of the capital are fighting over wealth. This is probably another fight that has sparked anger. These migrated wealthy households have made the capital restless. Yao Xu Guangqi and Wang Qian are arguing again because of a prostitute."

"Is that the Yao Xu Guangqi who is scattering money everywhere to buy people's hearts?" Ling Ling Yunyi had heard the name Yao Xu Guangqi many times in the half month he had been in the capital.

There were currently three rich young masters in the Great Ming capital: Wang Qian of the Wang family in Puzhou, Yao Xu Guangqi of the Yao family in Wu Xing, and the Moghul special envoy Shah Mamaiti. The characteristic of the three was scattering money everywhere. Unlike the other two, Shah Mamaiti was just purely happy and not to buy people's hearts.

Zeng Shengu said affirmatively: "Yes, that's him."

Ling Ling Yunyi and Tan Lun chatted for a long time about the garrison of the Ningbo Maritime Trade Bureau. Others had been completely persuaded, and it was just the Minister of War left. According to Ling Ling Yunyi's guess, Tan Lun should be very easy to persuade, and the fact was indeed so. Tan Lun did not wait for Ling Ling Yunyi to speak and took the initiative to talk about the navy of the Ningbo Maritime Trade Bureau. He could not tolerate the pirates secretly cutting the kelp of the fishermen!

Ling Ling Yunyi and Tan Lun walked and talked about the various evil deeds of those pirates: stealing kelp, stealing fish cages, robbing fishermen's boats, robbing common people's winter grain, burning, killing, and looting, etc.

"Bang." A figure suddenly lay horizontally at Ling Ling Yunyi's feet.

The waiter who was soliciting customers in front of the Yanxing Building had been thrown here. Obviously, the waiter had been caught in the crossfire.

The moment the waiter fell to the ground, the captains of the Five-City Patrol and Command, who were responsible for inspections, surrounded them.

Ling Ling Yunyi squatted on the ground, checked the waiter's breathing, and reached out to carefully check the waiter's pulse. After confirming that the waiter was not injured, he helped the waiter up from the ground. Ling Ling Yunyi had been in the military for a long time, so he was half a medical official.

"At the feet of the Son of Heaven?" Ling Ling Yunyi looked at Tan Lun with some doubt.

Tan Lun's expression changed immediately, and he said sternly: "Arrest them!"

The captains of the Five-City Patrol and Command originally thought it was nothing serious and were about to disperse. When they looked closely, they immediately recognized who it was, and without a word, they pressed Yao Xu Guangqi and his party down!

The one who hurt people was Yao Xu Guangqi's servant. These servants did not resist at all. If they resisted the arrest by the Five-City Patrol and Command captains, the crime would be increased by three degrees, and a small matter could become a matter that poked a hole in the sky.

"Do you know who I am?! You dare to arrest me? If you arrest me, you won't have a good end!" Yao Xu Guangqi struggled a few times and found that the captains who usually called him brother did not give him any face at all. Their expressions looked as if they wanted to eat him alive!

"Greetings, Grand Marshal. Is the Grand Marshal here to eat? I didn't know the Grand Marshal was here. Please forgive me!" The Deputy Commander of the Five-City Patrol and Command, Xu Xu Youzhi, came to pay his respects with a full face of smiles.

Xu Xu Youzhi was the cousin of the Imperial Son-in-Law Xu Xu Congcheng. After Xu Xu Congcheng married the Emperor Jiajing Emperor's daughter, Princess Princess Jia Shan, he rose with the tide and became the Deputy Commander of the West City Five-City Patrol and Command. Every Chinese New Year, Xu Xu Youzhi would follow Xu Xu Congcheng to pay respects at the residence of the Minister of War, Tan Lun, because the Five-City Patrol and Command was managed by the Ministry of War.

Tan Lun was their immediate superior.

Tan Lun flicked his sleeves and said: "If I'm not here to eat, what am I here for? I can't even eat a meal in peace! This person maliciously hurt someone. Take him to the Ministry of Justice for interrogation!"

"Your subordinate obeys!" Xu Xu Youzhi stood straight, waved his hand, and said loudly: "Take them all away!"

This case itself was a small case, the kind of small case where the victim does not sue and the official does not investigate. The waiter of the Yanxing Building did not dare to offend a person like Yao Xu Guangqi and was absolutely afraid to report to the officials after suffering a loss. But this matter was bad because it appeared in front of the Grand Marshal and the Governor of Shandong.

Some things, if not put on the scale, weigh only four *liang*; if put on the scale, a thousand *jin* cannot hold them down.

"Grand Marshal?!" Yao Xu Guangqi was stunned, repeated it blankly, and his eyes became dull.

Wang Qian's eyes became venomous. He had a father who was the Minister of Justice. If Yao Xu Guangqi fell into his hands, this matter could not be settled easily!

Soon, the case became bigger and bigger, and even reached the Emperor's ears.

On the 7th day of the third month of the seventh year of Emperor Wanli, the Great Ming Emperor formally summoned the Governor of Shandong, Ling Ling Yunyi, in the Hall of Literary Brilliance. Ling Ling Yunyi had basically finished his business and intended to leave. Zhu Zhu Yijun summoned him formally to announce the decree confirming the deployment of the navy for the Ningbo Maritime Trade Bureau, which could also be considered a farewell.

After this departure, Ling Ling Yunyi would not return to the capital to report on his duties for another three years.

"Is that Yao Xu Guangqi malicious injury case very tricky?" After Ling Ling Yunyi received the decree, he asked about the case he had witnessed. This case was not pursued by the victim. The waiter of the Yanxing Building held the idea of "less trouble is better than more," and the Yao family in Wu Xing was not short of money. After paying a large sum of reconciliation money, the waiter of the Yanxing Building went to the Shuntian Prefecture office to cancel the case.

"If we pursue it, the victim doesn't care, which makes it look like a big fuss. If we don't pursue it, this matter has reached the ears of the Emperor. If we don't deal with it, where is the law? Where is the dignity of the imperial court?" Wang Wang Chonggu, upon hearing Ling Ling Yunyi's inquiry, spoke about the tricky parts of the case.

Ling Ling Yunyi thought for a moment and said: "Your Majesty, hand Yao Xu Guangqi over to me. I will keep him by my side as a staff member and not let him stir up trouble in the capital."

"Hmm?" Zhu Zhu Yijun was stunned, then smiled and said: "What Minister Ling said is a good strategy."

As for whether Yao Xu Guangqi was willing or not? If Minister Ling named him, then Yao Xu Guangqi would have to be willing even if he wasn't. Otherwise, the Yao family in Wu Xing would not be giving Minister Ling face. A high-ranking frontier official who was treated with such disrespect would definitely lose his temper!

As for whether following Ling Ling Yunyi was a blessing or a curse, it depended on Yao Xu Guangqi's own fortune.

"Good, good, good!" Tan Lun laughed directly. With Yao Xu Guangqi as a staff member by Ling Ling Yunyi's side, he would definitely be very honest. Ling Ling Yunyi was a person who could not tolerate sand in his eyes. If Yao Xu Guangqi made even a slight mistake, he would probably be executed by Ling Ling Yunyi according to military law.

"Then hand him over to Minister Ling!" Zhu Zhu Yijun took out Yao Xu Guangqi's file. With a stroke of the pen in his hand, Yao Xu Guangqi transformed and became Ling Ling Yunyi's assistant, that is, a staff member.

"Your subject thanks Your Majesty for your holy grace." Ling Ling Yunyi thanked him again, then took his leave.

Ling Ling Yunyi dealt with a quite tricky person. Yao Xu Guangqi did have some ability. He had been fighting with Wang Qian in the capital for so long and occasionally could take advantage, so he was not an ordinary person. Yao Xu Guangqi did things with great discretion. He never crossed the line, and everything he did was on the edge of legality, so the imperial court naturally could not deal with him arbitrarily, which was why Yao Xu Guangqi was really tricky.

This time, Yao Xu Guangqi was taken away by Ling Ling Yunyi.

Yao Xu Guangqi, who had walked out of the Ministry of Justice prison, had not yet had time to rejoice when he saw a gentle person waiting in front of the Ministry of Justice office.

"Are you Yao Xu Guangqi?" Ling Ling Yunyi said very gently: "I am Ling Ling Yunyi, the Governor of Shandong. I believe you have heard my name. Come with me. I recommended you to His Majesty to be my assistant. Follow me in the future and do things well."

Yao Xu Guangqi widened his eyes and said even more blankly: "Is this Minister Ling?"

"It is indeed me." Ling Ling Yunyi's smile was still sunny and bright.

"Can I not go!" Yao Xu Guangqi shuddered violently. The name Ling Ling Yunyi seemed to be blood-red. He took three steps back, terrified, and said: "Minister Ling! I have old parents and young children. Spare my life... can I not go?"

"Hmm?" Ling Ling Yunyi raised his eyebrows, expressing his doubt with a nasal sound.

"Go! I'll go! Minister Ling, please calm your anger!" Yao Xu Guangqi only felt a chill rushing from his tailbone to his crown, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, bone-chillingly cold. He knew that if he said one more word that made Ling Ling Yunyi angry, things would become extremely terrifying!

"Hmm! Very good, let's go." Ling Ling Yunyi smiled again, got into his carriage, and headed towards the Guild Hall. Today, he was leaving the capital.

The news of Yao Xu Guangqi being taken away by Ling Ling Yunyi spread throughout the capital like it had grown wings. The Yao family in Xitucheng was immediately panicked. The Yao family did not dare to find trouble with Ling Ling Yunyi and just wanted to send this "plague god" away quickly. The Yao family pondered for a long time and sent 200 taels of silver as travel expenses to thank Minister Ling for his appreciation.

Yao Xu Guangqi was treated as an abandoned pawn and went on the road with Ling Ling Yunyi.

At this time, in the Hall of Literary Brilliance, Zhu Zhu Yijun was meeting with the Moghul special envoy Shah Mamaiti. Five five-masted ocean-crossing ships were ready. Shah would set sail for Songjiang Prefecture today. Besides the five five-masted ocean-crossing ships, there were fifty three-masted clinker-built warships accompanying him to the Moghul country to transport horses.

"Respected Great Monarch of the Four Directions, Supreme Great Ming Emperor, the Central Plains people keep their word, and we Moghuls are also people who value faith and keep promises. These 20,000 warhorses are gifts, so there is no reason for Your Majesty to pay for them again. Before leaving, Emperor Akbar repeatedly urged me that obtaining Your Majesty's friendship is a heavy responsibility higher than mountains and deeper than seas." Shah Mamaiti reiterated that these 20,000 warhorses did not need to be paid for.

He had promised before that as long as the Great Ming Emperor agreed to sell the ships, these warhorses would be part of the price increase.

Doing business requires sincerity as the foundation.

"This makes it seem like I have taken a huge advantage in our diplomatic relations." Zhu Zhu Yijun thought Shah Mamaiti was just saying that, but Shah Mamaiti was actually serious. The Great Ming only needed to sail the ships over and bring the horses back.

Shah Mamaiti said very confidently: "Your Majesty, my monarch has suffered great humiliation but has no means to wash away the shame. The West also refuses to sell ships, cannons, firearms, and gunpowder to us. If I think of this, Your Majesty's generosity is the cornerstone of the exchanges between the Great Ming and the Moghul country."

Is money enough? The red-haired barbarians were outputting on the face of the Moghul Emperor Akbar. Akbar had money but could not buy weapons, and had to swallow his broken teeth. Therefore, the exchanges between the Moghul country and the Great Ming were not a loss for the Great Ming, and the Moghul country made a huge profit.

"And the generous Emperor also gave us the very scarce silk. I can no longer describe my gratitude with language." Shah Mamaiti's gratitude was very sincere. The Great Ming's silk was very scarce and was all sold to the West's large sailing ships in exchange for silver. Even the court officials wore cotton clothes and fine-spun wool, not silk.

A country of silk, yet they could not use silk, but they sold 1,000 bolts to Shah Mamaiti. This was indeed generous, which showed that the Great Ming Emperor really valued the Moghul country.

Zhu Zhu Yijun smiled again. Wasn't it because you, Shah Mamaiti, added a lot to the price?

The silk sold to Shah Mamaiti was also of the four types of damask, silk, satin, and brocade. The profit of one bolt to the West was 12 silver, while Shah Mamaiti added 12 silver to the average price of one bolt, which was 24 silver per bolt.

At the beginning, for a little silk, Wan Wan Shihe wanted to directly collide with the Emperor, and Wang Wang Guoguang even quarreled with Feng Bao in the Ministry of Revenue over whether the imperial court could purchase it at a flat price. Silk was a matter of face. Great Ming court officials only wore silk for the grand court meetings.

Zhu Zhu Yijun actually found it hard to understand the almost crazy pursuit of silk by the Great Ming, the Moghul country, and the West. He felt that clothes made of fine-spun wool and cotton were also quite good, and it wasn't like they couldn't be worn.

Shah Mamaiti thanked him solemnly again. Face is something given to each other. You give me face, I give you face, so everyone has face. The red-haired barbarians who rob first and talk later, and only become honest after being beaten, cannot get face.

In a happy and friendly atmosphere, Zhu Zhu Yijun ended his meeting with the Moghul special envoy.

Shah Mamaiti left the Hall of Literary Brilliance. Zhu Zhu Yijun looked at Shah Mamaiti's back and said with some emotion: "Special Envoy Shah is really too polite. Master, instruct the officials in Songjiang to do a good job in the handover. This official ship's voyage to the Western Ocean is the most important thing this year. It must be done well."

"Your subjects obey the decree." Zhang Zhang Juzheng led the Great Ming court officials to bow and accept the order.

"Does this count as going to the Western Ocean again?" Hai Rui pondered for a while and asked.

Wang Wang Guoguang looked at Hai Rui and shook his head quite affirmatively: "Official ships and official trade, it is not going to the Western Ocean again."

"From the sixth year of Emperor Xuande to the ninth year of Emperor Xuande, the last time they went to the Western Ocean was the smallest in scale, with only over 200 treasure ships, nearly 2,000 horse ships, and over 10,000 large and small ships, with over 30,000 Great Ming soldiers. This time, there are only five five-masted ocean-crossing ships, fifty horse ships, and over 170 combat ships, with a total of less than 500 large and small ships and 3,000 soldiers. It cannot be rashly called going to the Western Ocean again."

What was the scale of this trip to the Moghul country? It could not be called going to the Western Ocean again.

It is not worthy.

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(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 343 =====

Cunwu is the Golden Crow, the divine bird that drives the sun carriage.

"Girl, sit tight! I'm starting the vehicle!" Zhu Zhu Yijun confirmed the name. Although he thought "dry duck" was more vivid, no matter what it was called, it did not affect the fact that this vehicle was really fun.

Zhu Zhu Yijun also brought one person on the vehicle, and that was naturally Empress Wang Wang Yaozhuo.

Wang Wang Yaozhuo sat in the back seat. When the vehicle started with a creak, she grabbed the handrail firmly and shouted loudly: "Husband, slow down!"

Cunwu began to speed through the Great Ming Imperial Palace.

Zhang Zhang Juzheng could not further distinguish between sovereign-father, sovereign-country, and sovereign-teacher, because His Majesty had lived himself as a combination of sovereign-father, sovereign-country, and sovereign-teacher. Please vote for the monthly ticket, Awoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 342 =====