Gu Nanxi waited for everyone to express their opinions, but after waiting for a long time, no one spoke first.
The two groups of officials, those who insisted on making the capital in Kyoto and those who insisted on making the capital in Yunzhou, looked at each other from a distance, and sparks seemed to crackle.
If you are not deaf or dumb, you cannot be a family father-in-law.
Gu Nanxi pretended not to understand the undercurrents below and sat at the highest point calmly.
Su Yunyan was a little impatient and wanted to open her mouth to say something, but after looking at A Niang, she closed her mouth tightly.
Su Yunting was determined to develop overseas, so it didn't matter to him where the capital was.
If the capital is set in Kyoto, it will be more convenient for him to come back.
If we make Yunzhou our capital, the worst that can happen is we just have to travel a little further.
Although there was a smell of gunpowder in the atmosphere of the hall, it was more of a founding atmosphere that was as sharp as a new blade.
Gu Nanxi sat upright in the main seat, with a look of majesty between her brows that was even greater than that of any man.
When her eyes, as deep as a cold pond, swept across the steps, no one dared to look directly at her.
The slender but bony fingers tapped rhythmically on the rosewood armrests. The sound was not loud, but it seemed to be knocking on the hearts of every minister.
As the representative of the Yunzhou grassland army, Bater seemed to have received some information and spoke first, his voice like thunder: "Sir! Regarding the capital, I think Yunzhou is the best choice!"
He slammed his palm like a palm fan on the edge of the sand table, shaking the small flag of Yunzhou: "Yunzhou is our root! It is the place where you led us old brothers to fight our way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood!"
"The hawks of the grassland should build their nests on the highest cliffs! There are the most loyal tribes, an inexhaustible supply of war horses, and the desert at their backs. They can fight for the Central Plains when they advance, and they can defend their positions without worries when they retreat! Putting the capital in Yunzhou is to tell the world, especially those people in Jiangnan who look down on our origins and even..."
He paused, glanced at the cold figure in the main seat, swallowed back the subtext of "looking down on women claiming to be kings", and said angrily: "Look at those of us who look down on us who conquer the world with swords and horses! This country was won by your real ability and blood! It was not won by the protection of your ancestors! Yunzhou is our iron-clad kingdom!"
Establishing the capital in Yunzhou would be the best thing for all the tribes on the grassland.
Everyone knows that the place closest to the heart is more protected.
Before he finished speaking, Cui Wenbo, formerly a famous scholar in Jiangbei of the Great Zhou Dynasty and currently a reserve minister of the Ministry of Rites of the Yun Dynasty, stood up.
His gray hair and beard were meticulously combed, his eyes were sharp, his voice was clear, and he had the unique rhythm and unquestionable confidence of a Jiangnan scholar.
"General Ba's loyalty and bravery are commendable, but establishing a country is not the bravery of an ordinary man, it is a matter of governing the world! Yunzhou is the place where the dragon rises, and his outstanding achievements should be remembered forever. However, you are no longer the ruler of a place, but the founding saint who inherits the orthodox tradition of China and governs the vast fertile land of Jiangbei and hundreds of millions of people!"
"Kyoto!" He deliberately emphasized these two words, and his eyes swept over the many newly surrendered former officials of the Great Zhou in the hall.
"It has been a capital city for hundreds of years, located at the throat of the Yangtze River where it meets the sea, controlling the north and south, with convenient water transport, and the richest city in the world! Its magnificent palaces, complete systems, and prosperous culture and education are unmatched in the world! This is a place of great beauty favored by heaven and loved by the people!"
Cui Wenbo bowed slightly to Gu Nanxi and spoke earnestly: "Establishing the capital in Kyoto will, firstly, show that you have received the mandate from heaven and rule over China. This will calm the hearts of the people in northern China and attract talented people from southern China to join us. Secondly, with this strategic location, we can look south to the Yangtze River and work towards unification! The Yangtze River is not a barrier, but a spur!"
He paused meaningfully: "Besides, governing this fertile land requires the central talents and cultural foundation accumulated in the capital for hundreds of years. How can the Yunzhou governor's tent method maintain it for a long time?"
Yulang also stepped out, his eyes fixed on the winding Yangtze River on the sand table:
"What Lord Cui said hits the nail on the head. The key to recovering Jiangnan in the future lies in naval warfare. Jingdu is located on the river and controls the sea, so it is the natural home port and center of the navy. Food, fodder, soldiers, and warships can all be quickly distributed and allocated by relying on the Yangtze River system and coastal water transport. Yunzhou..."
He looked at Gu Nanxi and said bluntly: "It's too far away, out of reach."
"Far? Safe?!" Battelle was like an enraged lion, his hair and beard standing on end, pointing his spear directly at the two of them.
"Don't forget, no matter how good Kyoto is, it is the home of the Great Zhou for hundreds of years! Even if there are Jinyiwei, can you guarantee that all the hidden spies of the Jiangnan families have been eradicated?"
"How can you place your body, which is worth millions of gold, in such a dangerous place? In Yunzhou, with the king's order, a hundred thousand soldiers can arrive at any time to protect you! In Kyoto?"
He snorted coldly, with deep distrust of the conspiracies and tricks of the South: "Who knows how many demons and monsters are hiding under those pavilions, towers, and winding streams, waiting to plot against you, my lord?"
"General Ba, be careful with your words!" An official who had surrendered could not help but speak out in fear, "Your Excellency is so powerful, how dare a villain..."
Led by Bater and Yulang, both factions rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward, spitting everywhere, and some even took off their shoes, intending to subdue the enemy with force.
Yan Tongchu was so angry that he jumped up and down: "Whose method of herding tents are you talking about? You know nothing. Our Yunzhou New Policy is a hundred years ahead of you!"
"Vulgar! Even a local official is so vulgar. It is conceivable that the road to educating the people of the North is long and arduous."
Bater understood that these old guys in Kyoto were scolding them in the north for being uneducated.
I knock!
He threw the words he had memorized with great difficulty out of his mind, glared with his tiger eyes, and vindicated Yunzhou education.
"In our northern land, six-year-old children can go to school for free and learn to read and count. They are very capable! You have learned a lot, but what you have learned is all from Zhihu people. You are completely unable to adapt to the requirements of Yunzhou's new policies. When our children grow up, a wave will beat you to death on the beach!"
It hurts!
The surrendered officials found it difficult to adapt to the concise and refined memorials, and could not help writing some flattering words in them. As a result, they were always singled out by their superiors and given secret lectures.
"What do you know, you bunch of fools?! I asked you to write a poem, but you couldn't finish it after trying for a long time."
"What's the point of writing poetry? Can it make a living?"
The argument between the two groups gradually deviated from the topic and ran towards personal attacks.
"That's enough."
A cold and calm voice, yet with absolute penetrating power, rang out, instantly freezing all the noise.
In the hall, you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's eyes were turned to the main seat in awe.
Gu Nanxi slowly raised her eyes.
She did not look at the excited Bater, nor did she look at the officials who surrendered and quoted classics, nor did she look at Yulang who made a calm analysis.
Her gaze seemed to pass over the rooftop, toward the vast northern grassland, and then fall back to the vast and misty south.
"Yunzhou." Her voice was not loud, but every word was clear. "It is our root. There are brothers and sisters who cannot be separated from us, and comrades who are buried in the ground. Without the grasslands and snow in Yunzhou, there would be no Yunchao today."
When talking about those who had passed away and the cemetery outside Yunzhou City, all the Yunzhou officials fell silent.
Gu Nanxi took a deep breath, and the air in Kyoto seemed to be filled with sweet fragrance.
It was the scent of delicious food and cosmetics mixed together.
"Kyoto," she continued, a hint of weight in her voice, "is the heart of China, a strategic location between the north and south, a place that all people yearn for, and it is also... the destination of our grand plan."
The last sentence is decisive.
Everyone held their breath, their hearts seemed to be tightened by that cold voice.
Gu Nanxi stood up, his figure as straight as a pine tree, thin but with a heart-pounding strength.
She walked over to the huge sand table.
The slender fingers first hovered above the vast grassland representing Yunzhou. The fingertips seemed to be able to feel the biting wind, with a hint of imperceptible warmth.
Then, the finger that symbolized supreme power moved downwards firmly and without hesitation.
Finally, we landed steadily beside the mouth of the Yangtze River, in Kyoto, the city that symbolizes orthodoxy, prosperity and challenge!
"I have made up my mind."
The clear voice was like the sound of jade stones striking each other, echoing in the dead silent hall, with the unquestionable majesty of an empress: "The capital will be Kyoto."
"As for Yunzhou." She looked at Wang Buxi, Yan Tongchu and their group.
Their faces were filled with unconcealable loss and sadness.
Gu Nanxi said softly, "Yunzhou is the northern capital of our dynasty. We have built a temporary palace and an imperial temple to guard the northern border forever. It is the place where the dragon rises. Generations should never forget it. After I die, I will be buried in the Yunzhou cemetery and rest with them."
This is a promise to the old members of Yunzhou.
No imperial tomb was built, and he was buried in the Yunzhou Cemetery.
Bartel sighed deeply, he had nothing to say.
Gu Nanxi's sharp eyes swept across everyone, setting the tone for Yunchao's future development direction.
"The waters of the Yangtze River have never been the border of the Yun Dynasty. Establishing the capital in Kyoto is to make it clear to the rulers and ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty and to all the people of the world."
Gu Nanxi's voice suddenly rose, and a majestic and domineering aura burst out from his cold voice: "My royal carriage has arrived at that gate! The tip of my sword is pointing directly at his throat! My Yunchao will surely ride on the waves and cross the river to unify the mountains and rivers!"
She suddenly flicked her wide sleeves, and her black phoenix robe drew a sharp and decisive arc, and her skirt flew up when she turned around.
As soon as the words fell, everyone's bodies shook, looking at the thin but unshakable figure like a mountain on the main seat, with complete submission and awe in their eyes, and they clasped their fists heavily, their voices like bells.
"I will obey the king's orders!"
"Your subordinate will obey the king's order!"
Once an important issue is decided, the entire state machinery begins to operate around this major event.
Cui Sanlun led all the officials and asked Gu Nanxi to put on the yellow robe.
Gu Nanxi declined politely.
Cui Sanlun took charge of all officials again and asked Gu Nanxi to be promoted.
Gu Nanxi declined again.
It was not until the third time that Gu Nanxi could no longer refuse and finally accepted everyone's request and agreed to ascend the throne as emperor.
Su Yunting watched the whole thing and was so excited that he couldn't help but complain when he was chatting with Shuyao and her husband at night: "A bunch of people were acting, and they were acting very seriously. Did you see that after A Niang declined the first time, they cried as if their mother had died?"
Shuyao glared at him: "Do you know how to speak? How can you speak ill of the ministers like that?"
The officials who could be brought by Cui Sanlun were certainly not ordinary officials.
Shuyao thought to herself that it was fortunate that Erlang had no intention of competing for the throne, otherwise he would have offended all the civil and military officials with just his mouth.
The scene of the king and his ministers loving and hating each other is so beautiful that I dare not think too deeply about it.
Su Yunting couldn't sleep, so he put his ear to Shuyao's belly to listen to the baby's movements: "Today, someone came to ask A Niang how to design the crown and sacrificial robes. Shuyao, what do you want the princess's uniform to look like? Before it's finalized, tell me what you want, and I'll tell A Niang."
Shuyao was stunned.
Yes, Duke Yun is the first female emperor to establish a country. There is no precedent to follow, so everything has to be discussed from the beginning.
"What do you want to design it like?"
Su Yunting listened for a long time, but heard no sound except the rumbling of his stomach.
He retracted his head: "It hasn't been decided yet. There was a huge quarrel just over the crown."
The twelve-tassel crown is the standard for emperors.
Some people believe that Duke Yun was the founding empress, and the phoenix can be used instead of the dragon.
Another group of people believe that since ancient times, the dragon has been a symbol of imperial authority, and there is no need to change this because of gender.
What’s more, the founding emperor was a woman. Does that mean every emperor in the future would be a woman?
Shuyao patted her chest, feeling frightened.
It is not easy to be an emperor, and it is even harder to be an empress.
These trivial things can really drive a person crazy.
"Don't sleep. Think about what kind of dress you want." Su Yunting shook Shuyao.
Shuyao: "I don't want anything. Leave this to my mother."
Those who are capable should do more work. Anyway, A-niang also has to choose a dress, so let's decide on the princess's dress as well.
She was just a very fragile pregnant woman and didn't want to get involved in such a troublesome matter.
Su Yunting chuckled: "You are so cunning."
Shuyao handed this matter over to A Niang. Given A Niang's temper, wouldn't she handle it properly for her?
…
Sure enough, when Gu Nanxi heard Shuyao's reply, he just raised his eyebrows and agreed.
The weavers in the sewing room are ready to go, just waiting for the dress pattern to come out. They will work overnight to make sure the dress is embroidered to perfection!
To have Duke Yun registered is something that has never been done before and will never be done again!
Gu Nanxi looked at the increasing number of people in the needlework shop and the bills that were flowing like water, and her head was buzzing with pain: "How about making it simpler?"
Lu Mei: "No matter how simple it is, it won't save much money. A dragon robe takes two to three years to make. In the future, your clothes inside and outside will need to be sewn by someone special."
Rather than groping in the dark later, it is better to fully staff it now.
Gu Nanxi sighed, the throne is power, but also a shackle.
Green Plum: "Master, have you made your choice?"
"I've chosen it." Gu Nanxi tapped her fingertips.
This is a set of black-based embroidery with gold thread and gold feathers to create a huge, majestic golden phoenix soaring into the sky, supplemented by cloud patterns.
While complying with the etiquette system, it also broke through the shackles of the dragon robe.
In addition, there is a set of dragon robes embroidered with dragons, which is a sample made for future male emperors.
Gu Nanxi didn’t know how long the Yun Dynasty could last. Historically, the Shang Dynasty had the longest ruling period, which lasted 554 years.
The Tang Dynasty was as glorious as it was, but it lasted less than 300 years.
The Yun Dynasty will not perish in the second generation, right? !
If it lasts for hundreds of years, there may be six or seven generations of emperors, both male and female.
As the founding monarch, I try to think of everything I can think of, so that the successor monarchs will not be bound by the [ancestral teachings]. (End of this chapter)
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