Wang Jiayan is very familiar with this scene.
Whenever Chongzhen encountered a problem, he would keep them in the Qianqing Palace to discuss it.
We give you enough food and drink, but you won’t be allowed to leave!
Although the pastries are delicious, Wang Jiayan is tired of them.
"Lord, I think it's possible!" Wang Jiayan was the first to speak. "The Jiannu people have the habit of shaving their heads. There is a difference between regular shaving and occasional shaving. Besides, the people of the Ming Dynasty have the habit of tying their hair with net scarves. There will be marks on their foreheads. It will be difficult for the Ping Liao army to kill innocent people and claim credit!"
Fan Jingwen shook his head: "It's still not right!"
"Why?" Wang Jiayan was very puzzled.
"As far as I know, the Jiannu conscripted many Korean bird-gun soldiers during the Songjin Battle. Korean soldiers, like the common people of the Ming Dynasty, are used to tying their hair with net scarves. If the head and facial features are incomplete, and other features are not obvious, it is easy to mistake the Korean soldiers for ordinary people."
"North Korea..." Wang Jiayan scratched his head, not knowing how to respond.
"This is not a big deal!" Gao Shiming, the seal holder of the Imperial Household Department, suddenly said, "The Korean bird gun soldiers always flee when they are in battle. It is really difficult to cut off their heads. The Ping Liao army has never thought of taking the credit from them! Even if we cut them off, it doesn't count. What do you think?"
"This is the only way!" Fan Jingwen chose to compromise.
Between the two options of national interests and sanctioning military generals, he chose the former.
When Chongzhen found out, he was not happy, but was at a loss as before.
Although Wang Yongji's troubles were resolved, his troubles with the court were not resolved.
The biggest problem is money!
The army to pacify Liao needed money, and Prince Yong Zhu Ci Zhao also needed money to eat, drink and have fun in the capital with a bunch of Mongolian brothers every day.
The Ming Dynasty’s treasury has always been in a tight spot!
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince Yong requests to see you." Wang Chengen came to Chongzhen and said.
Chongzhen suddenly felt a headache.
There is no doubt that this guy is here to ask for money.
Chongzhen snorted and asked, "What is he doing here?"
"Hmm..." Wang Chengen hesitated for a moment: "He should be here to ask for money. The national treasury is tight recently, and the budget is all spent on Liaodong, so there is no way to allocate funds to His Royal Highness Prince Yong."
"Didn't we just give him 10,000 taels of silver? And he's spent it all in less than ten days?" Chongzhen was a little angry.
Although Zhu Cizhou's task was to spend money, Chongzhen had instructed him to spend frugally.
The results are blooming faster and faster.
The previous ten thousand taels of silver took fifteen days to spend, but this time it was spent in just ten days.
Wang Chengen explained: "Your Majesty, calm down! Now His Royal Highness Prince Yong is followed by more than a hundred Mongolian children. According to the standard of ten taels of silver per person per day, ten days will be ten thousand taels! For His Royal Highness Prince Yong, this money does not seem to be enough."
"More than a hundred Mongolian children?" Chongzhen was somewhat surprised by this number. "I remember that at the beginning, there were very few Mongolian children willing to hang out with Prince Yong. It seemed that there were only about ten. How come there are so many now?"
Without waiting for Wang Chengen to answer, Chongzhen figured out the reason.
Zhu Cizhuo is like a gangster boss.
At first, the younger brothers thought they were going to follow their big brother to kill people, so very few of them were willing to hang out with him.
The reality is that the eldest brother took them out to eat, drink and have fun.
It’s not strange to have many younger brothers!
"Oh!" Chongzhen sighed and began to envy Zhu Cizhou's job of spending money in accordance with the emperor's orders.
Envy is envy, but corrupting the second generation of Mongolian nobles is a strategic task.
The money that should be given to Prince Yong must be given.
Chongzhen sighed again and said, "Give him 20,000 taels of silver from the treasury and tell him to get out of here as soon as possible! I don't want to see him in the next half month."
"Yes." Wang Chengen left quickly.
Outside the Palace of Heavenly Purity.
When Yong Wang Zhu Ci Zhao saw Wang Cheng En, he took two steps forward and asked, "Eunuch Wang, did the emperor summon me?"
"There is a war going on in Liaodong, and your Majesty is busy with state affairs."
"Oh, the emperor doesn't want to see me!" Zhu Ci Zhao was somewhat helpless: "Then...what about the money?"
"His Majesty has prepared twenty thousand taels of silver for you, Your Highness. I hope you can spend it sparingly."
"Of course!" Zhu Cizhao nodded.
He followed Wang Chengen to the inner palace treasury to collect 20,000 taels of silver.
After leaving the imperial city, more than a hundred Mongolian brothers were waiting for him.
"Big brother is back!" said a Mongolian child in not very fluent Central Plains dialect.
"Go, go, go," another Mongolian child said in the equally unfluent Central Plains dialect, "Brother is walking with the wind, he must have got the money, so he can have fun again this afternoon."
More than a hundred Mongolian children came to greet them.
After the greetings.
Everyone mounted their horses and headed towards a private manor in the west of the city.
This manor covers an area of hundreds of acres and was built during the Wanli period. It was the private manor of Li Wei, the then Marquis of Wuqing.
Before the manor was completed, Marquis Wuqing sold it to the famous calligrapher and painter Mi Wanzhong.
The manor is located in Haidian area, which is home to many lakes. Mi Wanzhong brought lake water into the garden from outside the garden, taking a spoonful of water from the source of the lake.
And named the manor Shaoyuan.
Since Mi Wanzhong's surname was Mi, people also called this garden Mi Garden.
After its completion, the rice garden had mountains, water, exotic flowers and rocks, birds and animals.
It was known as the best garden in Beijing at that time.
Chongzhen had long set his eyes on this place and designated it as a base for corrupting the Mongolian nobles.
When the group arrived at the manor, Mi Shoudu, the current owner of the rice garden, was already waiting outside.
"Your Highness Prince Yong, thank you all for your hard work on the journey!" Mi Shoudu bowed to everyone and said.
"It's not hard," Prince Yong did not act superior, but bowed to Mi Shoudu in return.
Seeing this, a group of Mongolian brothers also returned the greeting.
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