After the reward ceremony, it was a celebration banquet.
The newly promoted civil and military nobles sat at the front.
As for the three or four generations of Yongle nobility, other than the British Duke Zhang Mao and the loyal Marquis Song Bin, the others had been sidelined.
Perhaps they could enjoy another lifetime of glory and wealth.
However, it would be wishful thinking if he wanted to participate in court politics and act like a tyrant.
Unless they could wake up in time and work hard, they still had a chance to rise.
Otherwise, Yongle's nobility would gradually decline like the founding nobility of the Ming Dynasty.
Celebration banquet.
The delicacies were extremely sumptuous.
For a lowly noble like South Tyrant King Shi Zhuzi, he had never seen such delicious food before.
The banquet had yet to officially begin, but he was already eating and drinking like a hurricane.
"How dare you."
This scene allowed the third and fourth generations of Yongle Xun to seize the opportunity.
With the anger that they had been suppressing, they accused these new nobles of being rude and uncouth.
Among them, the one who jumped the most happily was Shi Heng.
He was originally a high-ranking general, and when he served as the commander of the border, he had many military achievements.
However, because he had been defeated several times by the Wala, he was eventually dismissed from his official position by the court and left to rest in the capital.
He had thought that after the new emperor ascended the throne, with his abilities, he would definitely be reappointed.
But who knew that even though Yu Qian recommended him, this new emperor actually ignored him.
There had been no new appointments.
In the end, he lost the opportunity to go on a personal expedition with the new emperor.
He had also missed the opportunity to make a great contribution.
Shi Heng looked at the numerous commoners and people who had achieved great merits and were rewarded with titles. How could he not feel hatred and jealousy in his heart?
This time, when he saw the South Tyrant King, Shi Zhuzi, being disrespectful in front of the Saint, he couldn't help but stand up with the others and reprimand these new nobles.
Although he was reprimanding the new emperor in name, he was actually blaming the new emperor.
Why didn't he give them a chance?
Faced with the accusations and humiliation of these old nobles, how could the new nobles, led by the Southern Overlord Shi Zhuzi, swallow their anger?
They suddenly stood up and cursed at him.
It was as if they were going to start a fight in this hall if they did not get along.
The civil officials immediately felt a headache.
They had thought that the Emperor would reprimand both sides.
But who would have thought that this emperor of the Ming Dynasty had a look of watching a good show.
At this moment, they were drinking wine and watching the two sides arguing.
How could the civil officials stop these arrogant and noble generals? They looked at each other helplessly.
Among the civil officials present, perhaps only Yu Qian could intimidate these people.
But this was Yu Junior Guardian, no, Yu Grand Guardian. However, he was also looking down at his nose and heart, like an old monk meditating.
"It's an insult to our culture, an insult to our culture. You are being rude in front of the palace. Do you still have His Majesty in your eyes?”
These civil officials kept repeating these few sentences.
In the end, they looked at the emperor helplessly and begged him to stop this farce.
Zhu Qiyu saw that the matter was almost over.
He drank the wine in his cup and smiled.
"This time, I have some insights from my northern expedition to Wala that I want to share with you.”
Hearing Tian Zi's words, the debate stopped abruptly.
They all looked at the emperor.
"All of you know that in the past few years, whenever the Wala tribes sent envoys, the imperial court would reward them with a huge amount of wealth to show their generous treatment.”
"What was the result? You should know better than anyone else."
"However, after this personal expedition, not only did the Wala tribes surrender and offer up all of their wealth, but they were also willing to pay the price.”
"Even the Tartars, Jurchen, Wuliangha, and other tribes have respectfully offered up a lot of wealth.”
After Zhu Qiyu said this, he looked at the officials,""Why?"
The civil and military officials were the most intelligent people in the Ming Dynasty, so how could they not know why?
However, they knew that the Emperor did not really want them to answer.
Zhu Qiyu sighed.
"Everything within range is the truth."
Then, he raised his head.
He looked at the Southern Overlord Shi Zhuzi and the third generation Yong Le Xun led by Shi Heng.
"Presumably, you generals have a deeper understanding than I do.”
"Then…it's not a good idea for you to argue like this. Why don't we have a competition?”
After Zhu Qiyu finished speaking, he looked at the civil and military officials.
"Everyone, step back. Don't let their blood splash on your bodies.”
Hearing this, the civil and military officials retreated.
The young eunuchs even moved the tables far away.
It left enough space for both sides.
"Don't be in a daze. Are you guys fighting alone or in a group?”
Zhu Qiyu continued to ask with a smile.
The new nobles and the old nobles all looked at their companions. They really didn't know what the new emperor meant.
In the end, it was the Southern Tyrant King Shi Zhuzi who could not stand the oppressive atmosphere.
He took off his official robe and walked to the center of the arena.
"Since Your Majesty has ordered me to do this, then I will listen to Your Majesty.”
Then, he widened his eyes.
"Who wants to fight me? Everyone, be a witness.”
As for the reputation of Shi Zhuzi, King of the South Tyrant…
The capital had been abuzz with news these days.
Many people called him Zhang Fei of the Three Kingdoms, while others called him Li Yuanba of the Sui and Tang Dynasties and Li Cunxiao of the late Tang Dynasty.
Some people even compared him to Chang Yuchun, the founding father of the country.
In short, this was a super killing god who charged into the enemy's formation.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
Everyone was shocked.
Even the South Tyrant King, Shi Zhuzi, stood out. As the new aristocrats, Fan Guang, Tang Jie, Ma Ning, Wu Xiang, and the other soldiers also stood out.
All of them glared at the old nobles.
As for the old nobles, other than Shi Heng, who had his eyes wide open in anger, they boldly stood out.
The other third and fourth generations shrunk their necks and sat there firmly as if there was a root on their buttocks.
No one dared to step forward.
As the loyal Marquis of Yongle, Song Bin, and the Duke of England, Zhang Mao, saw this scene and revealed an ashamed expression.
It had only been a few decades, but these third and fourth generations of Yongle Legion did not even have the courage to fight.
Other than scheming and scheming, he seemed to have no other skills.
It was not without reason that he was abandoned by the new emperor.
At this moment, South Tyrant King Shi Zhuzi walked forward and looked at Shi Heng.
"Do you want to fight alone or in a group?”
"What do you mean?" Shi Heng was not afraid at all as he angrily said.
"It's a one-on-one fight. You can fight a group of us alone. A group fight is when we beat up one person.”
Shi Zhuzi grinned and said.
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