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Chapter 1118: Open the Door, Free Trade (Complete)
early spring.

As the first batch of silver from Japan entered the Ministry of Revenue's warehouse, public opinion in the entire capital was in an uproar.

The court had money, and it was said that Chang Wei Bo was leading the navy southward, preparing to capture Malacca.

"Chang Wei Bo said that the Western countries have occupied a lot of places rich in gold and silver, and the annual output is unbelievable. This time, we will attack Malacca first and block the passage in and out of the Ming Dynasty's sea area. Then we will prepare for the Western Expedition."

In the court, Wang Yiqi talked about Jiang Qingzhi's suggestions.

"Do we need to fight more?" Someone couldn't help but say, "Aren't these wars too frequent? After all, excessive war is not good!"

"Who thinks it's bad?" Lu Song came out of the class, holding a tablet in his hand, with a serious face, "If someone else suggests to attack the outside world, I will definitely spit in his face. Chang Wei Bo said that he wants money and food for the expedition, and my Ministry of Revenue will give it to him. If there is a shortage, I am willing to go bankrupt!"

Looking at Lu Song's rosy face, everyone couldn't help but complain: The silver mountain discovered by Japan this time has made your Ministry of Revenue well-fed, and Jiang Qingzhi has once again offered the magic weapon of gold and silver mountains, and you, Lu Song, are tempted again.

Where is Sven?
What about Tao?

The ministers looked at Lü Song with complicated eyes, thinking that this Confucian general was now free from constraints and flourishing in the Ministry of Revenue. Some said that His Majesty intended to let Lü Song join the cabinet.

In the past, the Shilin community would have cheered, but after this news spread, the Shilin community was speechless.

Dao Ye said calmly: "The general is outside."

I do not obey the king's orders.

This is the attitude of the Taoist priest.

Xu Jie came out of the class, "Your Majesty, there have been many more bandits in the south recently, specializing in robbing passing merchants. The caravans heading south from the north have been robbed many times, and the locals are complaining that the bandits come and go without a trace, and the officers and soldiers of the garrison have tried to eliminate them many times but to no avail. I beg the court to resolve this matter."

Yan Song coughed dryly and said, "Your Majesty, maritime trade is of great importance. I think it would be better if you could send a general to take charge?"

Xu Jie sneered, "Local officers and soldiers have never experienced fighting, what's the point of the general going there?"

Wang Yiqi said: "How about sending the Beijing guards to clean up the rebellion?"

After some discussion, it was finally decided to send 5,000 Beijing guards south to clear out the rebellion.

After returning to the duty room, Yan Song and his son, plus Zhao Wenhua, had a secret discussion.

"Is everything ready over there?" Yan Song asked.

Zhao Wenhua said, "They are all that man's confidants, and they are already on the way."

"Okay!" Yan Shifan's eyes were filled with satisfaction. "We'll find an opportunity to take action after the five thousand guards from Beijing go south."

Yan Song sighed, "Let me test Your Majesty again!"

"Dad, this matter is imminent. If we repeat it, we will all die!" Yan Shifan said dissatisfiedly.

"This old man...that's all!" Yan Song shook his head.

In a remote valley over a hundred miles away from the capital, more than a thousand people were eating dry food.

The leader was actually Wang Mo, the Lieutenant General of Xuanfu.

Wang Mo ate the pancake and thought carefully about the details of the operation.

"Commander-in-Chief, someone is coming from the capital."

The visitor was brought in and bowed after seeing Wang Mo. "The Prime Minister said that everything is ready, just waiting for the east wind."

"Okay!" Wang Mo said, "By the way, are the personnel from all over the country ready?"

The visitor smiled and said, "Don't worry, this is the best and last chance. If we don't take action now, when Jiang Qingzhi brings the main force of the Beijing Guards back to Beijing, they will have no chance of turning the tables."

"When the lips and teeth are gone, they are interdependent." Wang Mo nodded, "Tell Yuan Fu that I am in your care for my life and property."

The man said, "The Prime Minister said it was wealth and glory!"

Wang Mo couldn't help but laugh, "If it succeeds..."

"We are all servants of the dragon!"

……

The capital city looked golden at dusk.

Zhu Xizhong stood up and went out. "I won't be on duty tomorrow, Uncle. If there is anything, please send someone to the Duke's Mansion to let them know."

"Yes." Zhang Juzheng responded.

In Yan Song's duty room, the father and son were talking.

"Has everything been arranged for Prince Yu?" Yan Song asked.

Yan Shifan nodded, "Prince Yu has spies around him. If they take action tonight, everyone in the palace will attack at the same time."

"Prince Yu is dead, and His Majesty has passed away." Yan Song's eyes were filled with sadness. "The country cannot be without a ruler for a day, so we have no choice but to repeat the old practice and choose a prince from the royal family to succeed the throne."

"The one we are optimistic about is nine years old this year." Yan Shifan smiled.

"Youth is just right."

"Yes, it's the right time."

"How is Xu Jie doing?"

"Xu Jie will be accompanying His Majesty today."

"Have all the arrangements been made in the capital?"

"Everything has been arranged. We are just waiting for the command and then chaos will break out."

……

Night falls.

Prince Yu was drinking in his mansion.

He was alone today, drinking while reading a letter that was said to be from King Jing.

"You have everything you want, but I am left alone in the capital, without anyone to talk to."

"Your Highness." A woman appeared outside the door. It was Wang Shu, Prince Yu's recent favorite.

"You came."

"Yes."

Wang Shu came in, sat beside Prince Yu, picked up the wine pot, and said with a smile: "The immortal poet drank alone, and his shadow and I became three people. Your Highness, are you going to imitate him today?"

Prince Yu looked at Wang Shu and suddenly sighed.

"Why is your highness sighing?" Wang Shu asked as he poured wine for him.

"My cousin said that if I indulge in women, he would replace all the people around me with eunuchs. Just thinking about it gives me chills."

"Your Highness is destined to take that position. Although Long Wei Bo is a relative, he is also a subject."

Prince Yu's eyes were filled with gentleness. "If I regarded him as a subject, my cousin would choose to stay away without hesitation."

"He doesn't covet wealth and fame?"

"For my uncle, wealth and honor are just something that can be easily obtained."

"Then what does he want?" Wang Shu put down the wine jug, picked up the wine glass, and handed it to Prince Yu's lips with a charming smile.

"What he wants is... friendship!"

Prince Yu opened his mouth, and Wang Shu's eyes became more fierce.

……

Xiyuan.

The Taoist priest was handling state affairs, and more than ten candles illuminated the hall brightly.

Xu Jie was accompanying him today, and the Taoist priest was reading the memorials while discussing with Xu Jie.

This is the way of politics that Daoye has adopted recently.

No longer arbitrary.

All officials were delighted with the Taoist's transformation, and many poems praising the emperor were included in memorials sent to the Taoist's desk.

"The bandits in the north must be eliminated as soon as possible."

The Taoist said.

"Yes." Xu Jie bowed his head slightly. "Your Majesty, according to the itinerary, Lord Chang Wei should have arrived in Malacca by now. I am a little worried..."

"What are you worried about?" The Taoist looked up.

Xu Jie sighed, "I have heard that the Portuguese navy roamed the seven seas and was invincible in the world. When Lord Chang Wei decided to go south to Malacca, I tried to persuade him, but Lord Chang Wei insisted on doing it his own way."

"Invincible in the world?"

"Yes."

The Taoist frowned.

At this time, there was some noise outside. Huang Jin went out to inquire and came back saying, "A palace servant accidentally knocked over a candle and it almost caught fire."

"There is little rain this spring and the weather is dry, so be careful." The Taoist said dissatisfiedly.

"Yes."

The noise outside suddenly started again.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Yan said he has something urgent to discuss."

"Ok!"

Yan Song came in hurriedly, "Your Majesty, there are people making trouble outside the palace, and they are now fighting with the guards."

"Huh?" The Taoist priest was furious. "Who is it?" Yan Song remained silent.

Xu Jie stood up.

More than ten big men rushed in from outside the hall, each of them carrying a knife.

The Taoist looked at Yan Song, then at Xu Jie, "You wait..."

Xu Jie said in a deep voice: "Jiang Qingzhi has committed atrocities. Your Majesty has not stopped him, but has fanned the flames. The people of the world have long been fed up with it, and today..."

Yan Song took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, please abdicate!"

"You good thief!" The Taoist sneered, but he didn't seem to panic.

At this time, Yan Shifan came in, he also had a knife, "Your Majesty, who are you waiting for? The Yan Cavalry? Just now there was a fire in the palace, and the Yan Cavalry went to check. As for the cavalry, they knew nothing about it. When Your Majesty passed away, those people were at a loss..."

"You are the loyal ministers who suppressed the rebellion and the brave warriors who turned the tide. But I was accidentally killed by the rebellious army!"

The Taoist priest sat there, with a look of sarcasm in his eyes that was familiar to Yan Song and others.

"Your Majesty, are you hoping for a miracle?" Xu Jie said with a smile, "For this day, we have been planning for half a year. Even if a god came today, he can't save Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry." Yan Song gritted his teeth.

Yan Song turned his back, as if he couldn't bear to see the emperor he had served for many years being killed.

"I'm waiting for someone!" The Taoist slowly stood up.

Yan Shifan smiled and asked, "Who are you waiting for, Your Majesty?"

"Ben!"

A voice came from outside the hall.

Yan Shifan's body stiffened and Yan Song's body shook violently.

"It's you!" Xu Jie looked at the man outside the hall in disbelief.

He pointed at the man and said, "You, you are at sea, aren't you?"

Yan Shifan hissed, "You..." He pointed at the person outside the hall, then looked at the calm Taoist, "This is a trap!"

"What are you waiting for?" the man asked the big men.

A spark flickered on his lips.

clang!
The long sword fell to the ground, and more than ten big men faced the newcomer, but no one dared to attack. They all dropped their swords and knelt on the ground.

Someone come in.

"Have you eaten?" asked the Taoist priest.

"I haven't eaten yet, but I miss your grilled lamb chops."

"arrange."

"More wine?"

"Both." The Taoist priest was like an old father, with kindness between his brows.

The man sat down and looked at Xu Jie.

"Old Xu, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"I lost." Xu Jie sighed, "It seems that you never believed in me from the beginning."

"I told you, you are too greedy. People who are too greedy cannot stand firm."

After taking a puff of medicinal smoke, Jiang Qingzhi said, "Your Majesty does not intend to hide the bow after all the birds have been killed. This time, the layout is just for those who are willing to take the bait."

Yan Song seemed to have aged ten years. He knelt down and said, "I am willing to die. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me. East Tower, kneel down!"

Yan Shifan shook his head, "Dad, I was the one who instigated this, and I deserve to die!"

Yan Shifan put the long knife on his neck with his backhand, glanced at Jiang Qingzhi, and pulled hard.

"East Building!"

"Let's go to another place." The Taoist frowned.

"Alright."

The two of them arrived outside the hall, where Rui Jingxian and Lu Bing were waiting.

"Your Majesty, actions have been launched in various parts of the city."

"Yes!" Taoist nodded.

"The rebels outside the city?" asked the Taoist priest.

"Tang Shunzhi and his men blocked the valley. Those people...are probably dead by now." Jiang Qingzhi smiled.

"It's a nice night."

"How about drinking outside?"

"Alright."

The king and his subject, no, the two brothers were drinking outside the palace, chatting about family matters while drinking.

"Have you visited the child?"

"No, I'll go later."

"The last time your wife brought him into the palace, I had someone bring him up to have a look. He is a child of great fortune."

"Master, can you also read faces?"

"I have never missed a fortune-teller."

"So what do you think of my appearance?"

Daoye squinted his eyes and looked at his cousin. At this moment, the morning light was rising. He looked for a while and said:

"He should have died, but he survived the disaster and everything went smoothly."

Jiang Qingzhi laughed and raised his glass, "Then I'll drink this glass of wine to the Ming Dynasty and to your majesty for smooth sailing!"

"Your words suggest you're leaving!"

"Yes."

"Where to go?"

"After cleaning up the capital, I will go to sea."

"What are you going to do?"

"To do business."

……

Malacca.

On the fortress by the sea, several soldiers were on guard.

"What is that?" a sergeant asked, pointing into the distance.

"Yes……"

"It's a fleet!"

Under the rising sun, a huge fleet is heading towards the port of Malacca.

"Where are you from?"

"Let me see……"

"What's that word?"

"Yes... I only recognize one, it's... the word Ming!"

"Ming, Daming! Sound the alarm!"

Dangdang Dangdang!
As the alarm bells rang, the Portuguese in the fortress rushed out.

"What is it?" asked the dishevelled Governor.

There were still traces of makeup left by women on his face. He leaned his hands on the city wall with a stern expression.

"It's a Ming army warship!"

"There's a dragon flag!"

"Ask them what they want," said the Governor.

An interpreter arrived at the seaside and boarded a small boat towards the fleet.

Later, he came back.

"What are they doing in Malacca?" asked the Governor.

"A man in the Ming army who was addressed as His Highness asked the people around him: What does my cousin call this?"

Everyone looked at the interpreter.

"Open the door, free trade!"

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complete
(End of this chapter)