Sitting on the dragon throne and looking at the civil and military officials standing respectfully, he felt a little uneasy.
He was thinking about whether he could surrender and lose half of the battle, begging the other party not to chop off his head.
Suddenly, time stopped. Everyone's movements stopped on the spot, making him both surprised and happy.
Ding! The check-in system has been activated. Would the host like to check-in?
[Host is lucky to have transmigrated to the Ming Emperor, Zhengde Zhu Houzhao. All characteristics of the body have changed to Zhu Houzhao. Memory transmission in progress.]
Due to identity issues, this is the first time the host has signed in. It is compatible with the host's current identity.
As expected, transmigrators were all cheaters.
Time stopped outside, but a few hours had passed inside.
Cong Zhengde was born to Empress Zhang. At the age of two, he was granted the title of Crown Prince. His brother died early and was extremely loved by the Emperor and Empress.
In his early years, he was intelligent and agile. He learned things very quickly and was good at riding and shooting.
Now that he had successfully ascended to the throne, his life had been smooth and peaceful. He was the smoothest of all the emperors.
Zhu Houzhao was glad that he had just registered and had just grown up, so he was not tired of women.
Otherwise, if the other party built a leopard house, it would be fine if there were all kinds of wild beasts inside, but the most troublesome thing would be all kinds of beautiful men.
Although he was wearing it, his reputation wasn't good.
He had a wide range of hobbies, but it only involved age, clothing, ears, tails, and so on. There was no problem with gender.
"System, sign in!"
Congratulations to the host for signing in and obtaining the modified Yellow Emperor Internal Cultivation Technique. Please name it yourself.
Congratulations to the host for signing in and obtaining four Grandmaster-level guards, 100 loyal palace maids, and 100,000 elite soldiers and Commander Xie Xuan who are loyal to the host. Do you want to receive them?
"System, just name it the Yellow Emperor Scripture to differentiate the original version.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a flood of information rush into his brain.
Immediately, a warm current appeared in his body, flowing through his body according to the information.
As the first wisp of extremely pure zhenqi appeared, the zhenqi surged and gathered into a stream.
Not only did it circulate in his meridians, but it also increased his cultivation.
The zhenqi nourished his body and strengthened his physical fitness at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although he still looked a little thin, his body was much stronger than before. He had already surpassed the athletes in his previous life.
After absorbing all the information and sensing the changes in his body, Zhu Houzhao was overjoyed.
"System, where will the other two items appear?”
The guards and palace maids can descend to any part of the palace at the host's will. The 100,000-strong army will appear in a military camp outside the capital. The military camp is a gift from the system, and Xie Xuan will be among them. His identity will be arranged appropriately.
"System, take it. Name it Black Turtle Camp. As for the four guards, they would temporarily wait at the back of the Hall of Heaven's Tribute. The palace maids were all placed in the Palace of Heavenly Purity. By the way, what would happen to the original palace maids?”
A palace maid was between the ages of sixteen to twenty in the palace. She only needed to modify her memories, mind, and strength.
"Alright, let's do it this way."
As soon as she finished speaking, she adjusted her clothes and straightened her posture.
When this was done, the time stop that enveloped the land of the Nine Prefectures was also withdrawn. The entire land of the Nine Prefectures did not change and continued to operate in the previous mode.
At the same time, in the starry sky, the already bright Ziwei Emperor Star became even more resplendent, illuminating the stargazers on the land of the Nine Prefectures.
All of this had nothing to do with Zhu Houzhao. At this moment, the Fengtian Hall (commonly known as the Golden Luan Hall, renamed Huangji Hall in Jiajing and Taihe Hall in Qing) was just short of flags fluttering and gongs and drums clamoring.
A eunuch walked out from beside him and stood in front of the stage. He held an imperial edict and read it aloud.
This was the posthumous edict of the late Emperor, Zhu Houzhao's father, Emperor Xiaozong Zhu Youtang.
Zhu Youtang only had Zhu Houzhao as his biological son, so he naturally passed the throne to him.
Zhu Houzhao wasn't the only one who knew this. All the officials present knew this.
Reading aloud now was nothing more than a process.
As Zhu Houzhao listened, he looked down at the officials who were kneeling and listening, but he felt very uncomfortable.
This was not the orthodox historical Ming Dynasty, nor was it the Ming Dynasty in martial arts novels.
This land was named the Land of the Nine Prefectures.
The Great Ming Empire, which occupied an area of nearly 20 million square kilometers and had a population of nearly one billion, actually only occupied one province.
The Land of the Nine Prefectures still had the Great Qin Empire, the Great Tang Empire, the World Guild, Wudang, Quanzhen, and the Dragon Guarding Mountain Villa.
It was really too messy. After reading all this, Zhu Houzhao did not even feel a little bit of security.
"Long live our emperor!"
The sudden cry woke him up. Looking at the kneeling officials, he felt proud, proud, shocked, and panicked. His heart was in a mess.
Fortunately, he had just cultivated the Yellow Emperor Scripture. Although his cultivation was not very strong, it gave him some confidence.
When he recovered, it was just like what he had seen in movies and dramas in his previous life: "Everyone, rise!"
"Thank you, Emperor!"
Zhu Houzhao followed what Xu Jie, the Minister of Rites, had taught him. When he was bored, he suddenly remembered that Xu Jie was not from this era.
Looking at the crowd, combined with Zhu Houzhao's memories, he suddenly realized that the court was truly chaotic.
Zhang Juzheng, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Yu Qian, the minister of the Ministry of War, Yang Yuxuan, Zhao Shenyan, Yan Song, and Zhang Haiduan.
Iron-guts Divine Marquis Zhu Bujue, Six-six Divine Marquis Zhuge Xiaohua, wait, wasn't it Six-five Divine Marquis?
Forget about that, the most outrageous thing was: East Factory Duke (Governor) Cao Zhengchun, Governor Liu Xi, Governor Cao Shaoqin, West Factory Duke (Governor) Wang Zhi, Governor Yu Huatian, Governor Cao Renchao.
Liu Jin, the eunuch in charge of the ceremony, and Wei Zhongxian, the eunuch in charge of the pen.
Could this be the Eight Tigers of Zheng De?
This was too much of a bully!
Fortunately, no matter how great the power of the East and West Chambers was, it all came from him, the emperor.
As long as he wanted to, he could replace these eunuchs at any time.
Therefore, in his previous life, Zhu Houzhao did not understand why eunuchs could rebel.
Their power came from the Emperor's trust. Without the Emperor's trust, they were nothing.
They might be able to deceive the emperor and even kill him, but how could they sit on the throne?
Did he really think that he could control the entire country just because he controlled the capital?
Were they treating the armies of various places as decorations?
In ancient times, justice was the most important. Even if the strong preyed on the weak, it was far from the extent of a eunuch sitting on the dragon throne.
At that time, the ambitious would naturally rise up and the world would be in chaos.
While his thoughts were flying, the process was going on normally.
The year was named Zhengde. Of course, this was calculated from next year onwards.
This year was still the 18th year of Hongzhi. Zhu Youtang had already been buried in Tailing, and there was no need for Zhu Houzhao to do anything.
Zhu Houzhao was like a marionette, doing whatever others said.
His obedience made the ministers heave a sigh of relief.
Everyone knew that this person was clever, but because of this, he had a lot of ideas.
He was afraid that this guy would suddenly cause trouble during the process of ascending the throne and interrupt the process. That would be troublesome.
Not only was the process cumbersome, but it also took a lot of time. Everyone was quite tired.
Moreover, there were envoys from other empires. If they lost face, wouldn't they lose face overseas?
From the early morning sacrifice to heaven and earth, to the ancestral temple, to the reading of the imperial edict in the Hall of Heaven, to the greeting of the monarch and his subjects, to the later music, dance, bell and drum, and finally the banquet.
By the time the entire process was completed, it was already nighttime.
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