Chapter 227: Inquiring and consulting, keeping faith and cultivating harmony

Although the joy of the boudoir is nothing more than being a father.

But now that Zhu Yijun wants to adopt San Niangzi as his adopted daughter, it is a clear diplomatic consideration—it was even the idea of the old pedants in the Ministry of Rites.

The conferred title of Madam has its own basic law, which is the rank of the husband.

In other words, San Niangzi's title of Lady Zhongshun follows the rank of the Prince of Shunyi.

According to the rites and laws, a Madam cannot remarry. Once she remarries, the imperial court will strip her of her title.

Now that Altan Khan's death is approaching, according to Mongol customs and the situation, San Niangzi will inevitably have to go through several political remarriages.

Since the imperial court wants to support San Niangzi, it must inevitably confer another title on San Niangzi, so that she can continue to add more momentum outside the Great Wall in the name of the imperial court.

Regarding this, Cabinet Minister Shen immediately had a plan.

A Madam follows her husband, so simply let San Niangzi share the tent with the successor Prince of Shunyi, so the imperial court doesn't have to strip her of her title. A title of Lady Zhongshun can be used until death, and it is also convenient for the imperial court to balance San Niangzi and the Prince of Shunyi from the middle, sitting firmly on the high platform.

This was originally the original plan in history.

Zhu Yijun denied it on the spot when he heard it.

There are no two suns in the sky, and there are no two masters in the country. The same is true for tribal barbarians.

Orders from two heads will only lead to mistakes. At that time, in the right wing, there will be a Prince of Shunyi and a Queen Mother, fighting for power and profit. They will only be like history, fighting and scolding for a while, leaving in anger for a while, and fighting for the succession of the Prince of Shunyi for a while. After a futile internal friction, the right wing will be separated in appearance and spirit, and finally become the meal of the Tumet Khan and even the Jurchens.

Zhu Yijun has a plan for the Mongol right wing.

Since the Mongol right wing submitted, there has been trade, and the construction of the Han city. From the official to the folk, the exchanges between the two sides have become increasingly close, and the relationship has become more and more harmonious.

It can be said that this is an excellent window period to solve most of the historical legacy problems since the Yuan-Ming dynasty change.

After San Niangzi received the edict to enter Beijing, her path was obvious.

One is to settle down, one is to settle in, and one is to educate.

Things should be done step by step, but no matter how it is done, the imperial court always needs a "submitter," at least in name, to integrate the three ten-Battalion Commander of the right wing and cooperate with the pace of the imperial court.

Relying on the strong power of the Mongol right wing and the righteousness supported by the Ming court, absorb Han and Mongol populations from the outside, expand the Hohhot city from the inside, build bridges and roads, and collect taxes.

Until the Hohhot city is expanded into a provincial capital.

Until most of the right-wing tribes are settled.

Until the trade with Xuan-Da is always open and exchanges are frequent...

Because of this, the imperial court needs to support San Niangzi to the greatest extent. A name of Lady Zhongshun is far from enough!

The Emperor had a high-level vision on the general direction and fully exchanged opinions with the court ministers.

The political correctness of using Xia to change the barbarians is also a grand and righteous path, which is beneficial and not expensive.

Thus, the monarch and ministers quickly reached a consensus.

After many days of discussion, Wang Zongyi of the Ministry of Rites made the final decision and put forward this idea that seemed unreliable but was exquisite when thought about carefully—conferring San Niangzi as a princess of the Han family!

First, it is naturally to let San Niangzi obtain an independent title and status.

The title of Lady Zhongshun is attached to the Prince of Shunyi after all, and it is always separated by a layer in name—don't think that only the Han family values status. If you really compare, the Tatars value bloodline and origin even more.

The titles of various generals and commanders are too ordinary, and they don't even have the status of a master. How can they command the heroes of all departments?

And claiming to be a king and building a system is afraid of using too much force.

After thinking about it, the Han family princess is the most appropriate.

The second is the crucial recognition of ancestors!

Adopted father and daughter, that is also father and daughter.

Leaving aside Li Zhi's set of gender rhetoric, women have natural weaknesses in the Tatar political situation.

The most fatal of these is the problem of succession.

For example, like San Niangzi, who fell in love with Cai Kexian at first sight, kidnapped him to serve in bed, and then talked to Wu Dui like a father and daughter, it can be said that she is extremely romantic.

When San Niangzi becomes the uncrowned king of the Mongol right wing and has high power, her succession will inevitably lead to sky-high political scandals.

It's all groundless, but when the rumors start, who can guarantee it?

But this disadvantage, in Wang Zongyi's idea, happened to become San Niangzi's advantage.

If San Niangzi really controls the right wing, in the sphere of influence she continues, she must also have the status of an ancestor.

When later generations climb up to the ancestors, San Niangzi naturally becomes a node in the right-wing ancestor genealogy—don't care who she gave birth to, anyway, she is our ancestor, which is enough to claim noble blood!

At that time, San Niangzi's identity label as a Han princess will be crucial.

Altan Khan's wife, the Emperor's daughter, the Arya Dalai personally enlightened by the Third Dalai Lama, the Holy Mother of the Bodhisattva reincarnation.

It is simply a combination of male and female, monarch and god, and the confluence of two races.

Isn't this a living signboard for unification!?

As long as it is used well, it will surely be a good card on the Han-Mongol issue!

After Wang Zongyi's long speech, the colleagues who felt it was unreliable before were silent for a long time and finally admitted defeat.

Even Zhu Yijun, who was reluctant, had to grit his teeth and agree.

Thus, there was the awkward scene of the young Emperor taking the initiative to let the vassal king's wife be recognized as a father and daughter.

Awkwardness is definitely awkward.

The monarch and ministers of the Ming court knew it well, but San Niangzi didn't know the twists and turns inside.

After the Emperor said a word, it had been cold for several breaths.

San Niangzi looked at the Emperor up and down, looking at the Emperor's face that was younger than her son, and wanted to speak several times.

Zhu Yijun saw San Niangzi's strange eyes, not knowing what messy things she was thinking, and felt a bit of the same awkwardness.

He coughed lightly and added: "The Prince of Shunyi is about to die, and I am doing this for the title of Lady Zhongshun."

Don't worry about whether it's awkward or not, and don't ask what I'm calculating.

You just ponder it yourself, is the benefit great!?

Political creatures have their own safety words.

When San Niangzi heard this, her eyes immediately cleared up a lot.

The confused look changed in the blink of an eye, her brows subconsciously frowned, and her steps slowed down quietly.

It was a look of thinking about a hundred turns and racking her brains.

Zhu Yijun saw this and simply stood still in the east hall, watching the soldiers and retainers shooting and hitting targets.

Everyone was very patient, waiting for San Niangzi's reply.

Bang!

Bang!

"Qi Jiguang's Divine Pivot Battalion retainer Bian Shiyong, hit two with the gun, rewarded with three taels of silver, one silver medal, one bolt of colored gauze, converted to one tael of silver, and one tael of military reward silver!"

The sound of the gun hitting the target and the singing of the reward silver all turned into the background sound of thinking.

A long time passed.

San Niangzi finally reacted.

She turned to the Emperor and bowed to plead guilty meticulously: "Thank you for Your Majesty's kindness, but..."

"But the foreign minister is old and decrepit. If I become Your Majesty's princess, I will be a laughing stock, and I am afraid it will damage the face of the Upper State of the Heavenly Dynasty."

"I really don't dare to climb high."

Facing the Emperor's conferment, she was naturally very moved.

The Ming Dynasty has dominated the Central Plains for two hundred years without falling, and the grassland people have seen it with their own eyes, and its conferment is not just a false name.

It can be said that the Ming Dynasty's conferment means controlling the trade between West Mongolia and Xuan-Da.

And controlling the distribution of grain, salt, wine, cloth, and other goods will naturally gain the respect and submission of all tribes.

Its preciousness is self-evident.

If it weren't for this, the several Taijis now would not be fighting to let the Ming Dynasty confer the Prince of Shunyi when Altan is about to die.

But then again.

Vassal kings and foreign ministers, the subordinate relationship is not so strict, and the grassland is used to it—Dong Huli is also a commander conferred by the Ming court, and he still raids across the border.

Father and daughter are really different.

The pro-Han faction is fine, at most a nickname of "son leader" is carried on the head and ridiculed by others.

I am afraid that the Taijis of the Golden Family will use this to incite emotions and fight for power with her—the current Hohhot city is still under the control of Qia Taiji and Dacheng Biji.

The pros and cons are hard to figure out for a while.

Princess... even if it's a long princess of the same generation?

Therefore, San Niangzi's words were all excuses based on age.

In short, she was moved, but the price had to be bargained.

"Where is Lady Zhongshun talking about?"

Before the Emperor could speak, Minister of Rites Wang Zongyi couldn't wait to interject: "Back then, Shi Jingtang was forty-five, and he could recognize Liao Taizong Yelü Deguang as his adopted father for the sake of the country."

"Lady Zhongshun is only in her thirties, which can be called the prime of spring and autumn. How can you easily say that you are old and delay the great plan of the two races?"

It is impossible for the same generation to be the same generation.

This is not just a verbal cheapness, but also righteousness and ritual. In the Ministry of Rites' conception, the status of upper and lower is crucial.

Song and Liao can be called brothers, that is because the national strength is equal. San Niangzi is at best a Mongol version of Shi Jingtang. The long princess must not be done, so she must obediently be a daughter.

San Niangzi pursed her lips, obviously still calculating this.

She was about to speak to distinguish.

Zhu Yijun suddenly pulled his face down: "I am thinking about Lady Zhongshun with all my heart, but Lady Zhongshun is pushing back and forth."

"I just don't understand, the matter of conferring the princess, it is beneficial to the friendship between the two races, and it is beneficial to the trade between merchants and people. Why doesn't Madam want to?"

"Is it because Madam is already in full swing among the three ten-Battalion Commander of the right wing, and doesn't need my conferment?"

"Or is it that I am not sixty years old, and being my daughter insults you, a great lord?"

The Emperor swept away his previous politeness, just like a newcomer who didn't give face when persuading to drink, pointing fingers and staring with cold eyes.

It was simply playing the hooligan.

A weak country has no diplomacy, and vassal tribes are the same.

It's not that Altan Khan, who controlled 60,000 cavalry, was in front of him. San Niangzi's current power has not reached this point.

Taking a step back, now it is San Niangzi who asks for the imperial court, how can she be satisfied everywhere and perfect?

San Niangzi fought for power with Xin'ai Huang Taiji in history, and it reached the situation of fleeing with the crowd. In the end, she had to endure humiliation and marry her own sixty-year-old son?

Recognizing a little father is not more disadvantageous than marrying an old son.

Whether it is from her personal interests or the overall situation of the tribe, it is a matter of mutual benefit.

Zhu Yijun knew where San Niangzi's psychological bottom line was.

He simply showed his signboard, this is the price, no bargaining!

The Emperor was angry, and the movement was naturally not small.

The sound of the gun and the singing of the reward silver suddenly disappeared, and the entire East Official Hall was suddenly silent.

Only the sporadic sound of fiddling with the gun barrel and filling the gunpowder remained.

Countless eyes gathered.

San Niangzi fell into silence again.

Having been in power for many years, she was naturally not frightened by the Emperor's attitude. In essence, the two sides were still bargaining.

However, the Ming court's attitude of wanting to recognize her as a daughter was much firmer than she expected.

However, this matter cannot be discussed, which does not mean that other aspects cannot be bargained...

San Niangzi took a deep breath and looked up at the Emperor: "Your Majesty, the foreign minister and the Prince of Shunyi have three sons."

Her eyes were bright and she spoke bluntly, obviously showing her bottom line.

A princess is not a hereditary title. The Ming court must help her transfer power to her own son.

Zhu Yijun looked at San Niangzi deeply.

San Niangzi was determined to support her son to succeed the Tumet department, and she kept memorializing. The Ming court knew about this.

This is the infighting between San Niangzi and Altan Khan's direct line.

As for why she asked the Ming court for help at this time?

San Niangzi wanted to support her own grandson in history, and then it was the San-Wu-Lu-Ba-Du-Er Taiji, who gathered more than 70 lords of the Golden Family and used military remonstrance to force San Niangzi to hand over the King's Seal to the grandson of Altan Khan's grandson.

San Niangzi couldn't do this kind of thing by herself.

However, it hit Zhu Yijun's heart—if you want San Niangzi to be an ancestor, you must naturally raise her own sons.

Only the Emperor clapped his hands and nodded: "First confer the title of General Zhenguo, and when the situation is ripe, the position of Prince of Shunyi can be decided by Madam."

When San Niangzi heard this, her expression finally relaxed.

She paused, took three steps back, and bowed: "The matter is of great importance, I dare to ask Your Majesty to allow the foreign minister to think carefully for a few days."

This gesture was clearly an agreement.

The so-called careful thinking is naturally that the matter is of great importance and extremely cumbersome, and she has to go back to prepare the procedures and documents—she can't just kneel down on the spot and call him adopted father so childishly.

Zhu Yijun laughed, hurriedly stepped forward, and held San Niangzi's hand: "This is natural, this is natural."

The two of them smiled, and all kinds of sounds in the hall were noisy again, and the atmosphere became lively again.

Zhu Yijun grabbed San Niangzi's hand and helped her up: "Whether Madam agrees or not, the tribute for this trip to Beijing is indispensable."

"In addition to the cement road from Hohhot to Datong that I promised, I will give Madam another city, how about that?"

After saying that, he realized that he had subconsciously held hands and forgotten the difference between men and women, so he hurriedly let go.

San Niangzi had no time to savor the skin contact with the Emperor, only keenly grasped the keyword: "City!?"

Shen Shixing saw that the Emperor was still awkwardly wiping his hands, and tactfully stepped forward to pick up the conversation: "That's right, back then the virtuous couple built a Han city to show the friendship between the two races."

"It is said that if you come and don't go, it is not polite. Since the construction of Hohhot, many Han and Mongol people have submitted. In just a few years, they have gathered hundreds of thousands of people."

"Now that the trade between the two sides is in full swing, Hohhot is narrow and small, and I am afraid it is not enough for Lady Zhongshun to settle the departments."

"Therefore, Your Majesty plans to donate some materials and build another city to donate to Madam."

San Niangzi frowned and asked after pondering for a while: "Could it be that you still want to station troops?"

She looked at Wang Chonggu.

Wang Chonggu saw this and shook his head and snatched the words: "There is no such condition."

Of course, there is no such condition now.

After the road is built, if someone rebels, it may not be the case—after all, after San Niangzi dies, things will repeat themselves several times.

Wang Zongyi on the side added: "At most, send scholars to build schools and teach language and characters."

San Niangzi suddenly realized.

If she heard this and still couldn't figure out the Ming court's plan, she would be unworthy of being the leader of a tribe.

"I think Lady Zhongshun has also seen my painstaking efforts."

San Niangzi turned her head when she heard the sound and met the Emperor's gaze.

Only the Emperor looked earnest and sincere: "Since Altan's tribute and the opening of trade, the departments of the Mongol right wing have stopped their previous life of licking blood with knives."

"If I say how wealthy they are, I dare not boast, but at least they can eat their fill and wear clothes to cover their bodies. After settling in Hohhot, the number of frozen corpses on the roadside in winter has been reduced by half."

Zhu Yijun sighed and reached out to signal San Niangzi to talk while walking.

"Since they have submitted, the three departments of the Mongol right wing are all my people."

"The so-called robbing is not as good as buying, and buying is not as good as making. I also hope that the Mongol people can no longer wander around and have no home, and at least have blue brick and tile houses to shelter from the wind and rain and live a peaceful life."

"Whether it is building roads or expanding cities, it is for the livelihood of the Mongol right-wing people, for the convenience of trade between the two races, and to accelerate the urbanization process of the Mongol right wing..."

The Emperor was still talking at length.

San Niangzi followed quietly behind, listening, her expression extremely complicated.

She naturally heard the truth and falsehood in the words—half was because they were afraid of being robbed by the Mongols, and half was because they had the idea of using Xia to change the barbarians.

However, compared to the Ming court's plan being in the clouds and mist, after saying it clearly, she felt much more relaxed.

Leaving aside the ambition of the Golden Family to restore the glory of Genghis Khan, the picture described by the Emperor is not bad.

Trade is indeed easier than plundering, and city palaces are indeed better to sleep in than tents.

Isn't it her expectation to let the Mongol right-wing people live the life of Han people?

Even Genghis Khan thought so, right? Otherwise, why would he enter the Central Plains and choose the capital under his feet as the big tent?

Her demands and the Ming court's plans have no disagreement.

The only disadvantage is that there is a rope around her neck, and she is controlled by others.

Alas.

Or in the words of the Japanese, this is called having local ties.

San Niangzi already had a tendency in her heart, but she was still hesitating in her mouth: "Your Majesty, our people herd cattle and horses and live by water. Even if we expand the city, there may not be many people who can settle down."

Zhu Yijun turned his head.

In human terms, Hohhot itself has no industry. The current scale can be self-sufficient. If it is expanded, even if houses are given away, no one can live there.

San Niangzi is an experienced leader, so she naturally won't ignore the source of food.

If it all depends on merchants, then there is a suspicion of treating people as fools.

Regarding this, Zhu Yijun is well versed in the path taken by the Qing Dynasty on the Mongol issue, and naturally has been prepared for a long time.

He held up two fingers: "First, build pastures so that the grassland can circulate, which is the responsibility of the Mongol co-master."

"Second, I will send craftsmen to build water conservancy for you to guide the water sources of the Black River and the Big Black River to irrigate the soil."

"Third, I have cultivated many good seeds over the years, millet, wheat, vegetables, and a new crop called potatoes. I will send the seeds and people to Madam."

Zhu Yijun didn't boast about how much the potato yield was per mu, because he couldn't say it clearly—although the crop planted in the Imperial Manor this winter had a yield as high as more than 500 catties per mu, the soil and water were different after all, and the yield could not be applied mechanically.

San Niangzi didn't pay attention to the potato thing, but frowned and hesitated: "Your Majesty means... you want the foreign minister to control the Fengzhou Beach!?"

There are not many places to farm outside the Great Wall, and the Mongol right wing is even rarer.

Zhu Yijun looked at San Niangzi strangely: "If not, then what?"

As a temperate continental climate, Fengzhou Beach is full of black calcium soil, which is not fertile.

According to the Han people gathered by Zhao Quan back then, at least more than 200,000 mu of cultivated land had been reclaimed.

Isn't such a large piece of fertile land just the capital for the Mongol right wing to settle down?

San Niangzi fell into deep thought, and after a while, she said slowly: "Your Majesty, Fengzhou Beach is not controlled by one department now."

"Xin'ai Huang Taiji is stationed here, Qia Taiji owns thousands of acres of cultivated land, Chelike, Dacheng Biji and others are fine, and even the departments of Qing Ba Du'er control part of the fields in Fengzhou Beach."

"Coupled with the mixed Han people, Jurchens, Oirats, Buddhism, and White Lotus Dao, all rely on Fengzhou Beach to eat, and the forces of all parties are entangled."

"I'm afraid... it's not easy to handle."

The Emperor gave people, technology, and water conservancy, so she naturally had no reason to shirk, but she really felt that this matter was tricky.

Zhu Yijun smiled noncommittally when he heard this.

He looked at San Niangzi and said seriously: "This is Lady Zhongshun's own business."

"It's nothing more than beating them all into submission and then re-dividing them. Only when you do that can you be considered the co-master of the departments."

Zhu Yijun's confidence was much stronger than San Niangzi herself.

After all, San Niangzi did it in history.

Qia Taiji was chopped to death by her directly, Dacheng Biji was snatched to be her daughter-in-law, Qing Ba Du'er bowed his head and claimed to be a minister, and the White Lotus Sect was even more of a clay chicken and a pottery dog, shattered at a blow, and Fengzhou Beach was all in her pocket, with brilliant achievements that can be checked.

There is no reason for her to lose the chain after the imperial court adds weight.

Zhu Yijun reached out and patted San Niangzi on the shoulder: "I will help Madam with a batch of firearms later."

When the words reached this point, the intentions of both sides were evident.

San Niangzi didn't say anything this time, just pursed her lips and bowed: "The foreign minister will not fail Your Majesty's high hopes. The friendship between the two races is in this generation."

These good words were spoken, and a group of monarchs and ministers looked at each other and laughed heartily.

Zhu Yijun helped her up and signaled San Niangzi to get up.

And then he stepped to go to the East Official Hall to review archery, but suddenly remembered something, and added to San Niangzi: "Oh, by the way, the craftsmen and farmers are fine, but don't be lenient with those Han people in the White Lotus Sect who have organized armed forces. The leaders are all calculated according to military merit, and I will give Madam extra reward money."

He still remembered the White Lotus Sect jumping up and down and colluding with people to assassinate, so he crushed them to death by the way.

However, in order to prevent killing the innocent to claim merit, Zhu Yijun only stingily calculated the reward money for the leaders.

San Niangzi naturally had no second words, and didn't even respond to such small things with too much posture.

She followed quickly: "The foreign minister dares to ask Your Majesty to set the location and name for the new city!"

Zhu Yijun didn't look back: "There is no need to choose a location. It can be at the foot of the Daqing Mountain a few miles away from Hohhot, so that they can be horns for each other, so that they can be merged into a big city in the future."

"As for the name, the previous Hohhot was named in Chinese, so the new city will be transliterated in Mongolian to show friendship."

He paused and suddenly clapped his hands and laughed: "Just call it the Blue City, translated as Hohhot!" ===== CHAPTER 228 =====