Ming Dynasty: I risked my life to teach the prince, the emperor begged me not to die

Chapter 582: Hongzhi entrusts his son to others
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was already a bit cold in northern Xinjiang, Liaodong.

The entire Liaodong has changed now. As the Jurchens migrated to the inland in wave after wave, there are only a few Jurchens left living in Liaodong.

The Jianzhou Jurchen tribe, which was once full of fighting spirit, is now declining rapidly. With the two decisive policies of Chen Ce targeting Liaodong being delegated to Liaodong, Liaodong's current devastated state has been doomed.

Although several ambitious people in the Aisin-Gioro family wanted to lead the Jurchens to rise, they now have no chance.

Fu Yuan’s current work focus is no longer in Liaodong. He has set his sights on the Oirat and Tatars in the northern border.

The division among the Tatar tribes is becoming more and more serious. The prestige of the little prince in the Tatar tribe is gradually collapsing. He has been seeking a war with the Ming Dynasty to consolidate his prestige within the tribe.

However, the Ming court had been hiding in the Nine-Border Great Wall for defense, and the Tatars were not good at attacking cities, so now the Tatar prince could only worry, constantly provoking the Ming people in the northern border and slaughtering the caravans going out of the pass along the way, just to arouse the anger of the Ming Dynasty and make the Ming Dynasty come out to fight them.

This is also the result that Fu Yuan wanted. Now the initiative is in the hands of the Ming Dynasty. As long as the Ming Dynasty wants war and is well prepared, it can launch a war anytime and anywhere.

He sent all the information to Chen Ce in a letter.

He didn't know Chen Ce's current physical condition, nor did he know how long Chen Ce could live. He could only pray that Chen Ce could live longer and completely resolve the hidden danger in Northern Xinjiang.

The news was quickly delivered to Chen Ce's desk. Looking at the answer sheet Fu Yuan handed to him, Chen Ce was very satisfied.

He is now also working hard to make the flintlock rifle, and the drawings have been completed by him. Chen Ce also ordered someone to send the drawings of the flintlock rifle to Ma Wensheng of the Ministry of War.

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On August 15, the 17th year of the Hongzhi reign, the Mid-Autumn Festival, all officials had a day off, but Zhu Houzhao summoned all the senior officials of the six ministries of the cabinet and the Censorate to the Wuying Palace.

When this group of high-ranking officials arrived at the Wuying Palace, everyone was shocked. They saw Emperor Hongzhi, who had not appeared for a long time!

Since the 17th year of Hongzhi, Emperor Hongzhi has rarely appeared in the sight of officials. More than half a year has passed. When they suddenly saw Emperor Hongzhi, everyone was surprised and happy.

The civil officials speculated what had happened to Emperor Hongzhi and why he rarely attended court since the 17th year of his reign.

When they saw Emperor Hongzhi today and saw his ugly complexion and emaciated body, they finally understood that Emperor Hongzhi might really be in a serious health condition as they had guessed.

Emperor Hongzhi tried hard to maintain his dignity as he sat on the dragon throne, while Zhu Houzhao stood before Emperor Hongzhi to judge him.

Emperor Hongzhi looked at these high-ranking officials of the Ming Dynasty, and these officials bowed and saluted to Emperor Hongzhi one after another.

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand and said expressionlessly: "You should have taken a rest today. I apologize for taking up your rest time."

The officials were terrified and said they dared not do so.

Soon, Emperor Hongzhi continued, "You must be wondering why I haven't met you for a long time."

"Today I tell you that I am ill and there is no medicine to cure me."

Hearing this, all the officials hurriedly bowed and said, "Your Majesty is blessed with great fortune, and will surely be able to turn this crisis into safety!"

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hands and said, "I am not a god. The Imperial Hospital has informed me of the results."

"The Crown Prince Houzhao is still young, so I hope that you will assist him wholeheartedly."

The words of Emperor Hongzhi today were like a heavy bomb that blew up the Wuying Palace. After a long silence, Emperor Hongzhi continued, "Since Lord Fei entered the cabinet, he has shown the ability to make decisions and the wisdom to plan. Since Lord Li resigned, I have always recommended Lord Fei to take over his position."

"I have always been reluctant, because Lord Xie is also capable of making decisions on his own, and I have always been in a dilemma."

Xie Qian knew what Emperor Hongzhi meant. Since Emperor Hongzhi wanted to entrust his son to Fei Hong, he was undoubtedly planning to let Fei Hong be the chief minister of the cabinet. In fact, Xie Qian had been deliberately hiding his incompetence these days, and he had handed over many important matters of the cabinet to Fei Hong.

When Li Dongyang first reminded him, he knew that this day would come sooner or later.

"I ask the Emperor to promote Lord Fei to be the Prime Minister of the Cabinet."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded slightly, then looked at the senior officials of the six ministries and the Censorate and asked, "What do you think?"

The six ministries of the current cabinet have all been screened. Although they each have their own ideas, there will definitely be no rookies.

Now everyone could see that Emperor Hongzhi had long planned to make Fei Hong the chief minister of the cabinet, so everyone agreed.

Emperor Hongzhi nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Don't be sad, don't cry. The Hongzhi Dynasty can come to this day, and the Ming Dynasty can have the prosperity it has today, all of which are the results of the joint efforts of us, the emperor and his subjects."

"If I am no longer around, you should continue to assist the Crown Prince and continue the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty for a hundred generations!"

The eyes of this group of old ministers were all red and tears welled up in their eyes.

Some were just pretending, but most of them probably truly couldn't bear to part with this benevolent emperor.

When Emperor Hongzhi was in power, he treated this group of civil servants very well and rarely punished them. The atmosphere between the emperor and his subjects was very good.

Seeing that the emperor will soon pass away, all the ministers feel sad from the bottom of their hearts.

"Don't cry."

Emperor Hongzhi stretched out his voice and said, "My son is still here, the Ming Dynasty is still here, go ahead, let's all retire and have a good Mid-Autumn Festival reunion."

"I also want to spend this year's Mid-Autumn Festival with my son."

All the officials bowed and then left Wuying Hall silently.

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At the Chen Mansion, early in the morning, Chen Ce sat in front of the courtyard, squinting his eyes, basking in the sun, and playing with his children.

The two little guys soon became sleepy, so Chen Ce handed them to the maid and watched them leave reluctantly.

Xiaohua stood in the courtyard and danced with a sword. Her long sleeves fluttered and she swung her sword very fiercely.

The little girl who was adopted seemed to have grown up. Chen Ce squinted his eyes and admired Xiaohua's martial arts posture.

Xiaohua didn't know when she finally realized that her brother Chen might not live long. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall.

Looking at Chen Ce, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes squinting and looking drowsy, Xiaohua felt a lump in her throat and could no longer hold back her tears.

Chen Ce closed his eyes, becoming more and more sleepy, his body becoming weaker and weaker, and the whole world seemed to be blurring.

I guess he's almost at the end of his life, right?

There is one last thing. The northern border has not been pacified yet, but all of this is within his plan. I believe that under the leadership of that guy, it is only a matter of time before the Mongols in the northern border are wiped out...

(End of this chapter)