The ministers were immediately in an uproar. Was the construction of the Martyrs' Shrine intended to elevate the status of the general?

"Long live!"

The first person to react was Zhang Fu. He was in tears and his excitement was beyond words.

He is the highest-level meritorious dignitary in the Ming Dynasty, but he often cannot get the right to speak in front of the civil servant group.

"Long live!"

Immediately afterwards, there was Li Zhen, the Bo of Xiangcheng who had been following Zhu Qizhen.

"Long live Long live Long live!"

This time, the shouts shook the sky. They were two thousand soldiers from the Three Thousand Battalion.

You know, before this, they were not even qualified to enter Beijing to be welcomed by the people.

For many years, starting from their ancestors, every time they came back from a battle, they would silently return to the camp. Although there were rewards from the court and they could celebrate when they returned to the camp, they had never experienced such honor as today.

Only a few military attaches and generals had the opportunity to enter the city gate and accept the cheers of the people.

Things are different now. The emperor suddenly decreed the construction of the Martyrs' Shrine. This means that every soldier who goes out to fight, even if he dies in battle, will have the opportunity to walk through the city gate and receive offerings from future generations.

At this moment, whether they are fresh recruits or veterans who have been in the army for decades, whether they are passionate young people or veterans who have been tempered by years, they straighten their backs unconsciously.

Although the Ming Dynasty did not abolish the hierarchical system of the previous dynasty, it divided household registration. Military households have always been looked down upon.

For them like Qiu Ba, the Martyrs' Shrine is the highest honor. Before, they would not even dare to think about it.

The soldiers cheered, but the ministers were silent.

Especially the civil servants. In the Ming Dynasty, scholars were selected through imperial examinations. They studied hard for more than ten years, just to one day be named on the gold medal list and soar to the sky.

But now, they see that military generals are rising, and they feel vaguely that their status is not guaranteed.

As the Minister of Rites, Hu Hui felt that he should say something, but he didn't know where to start.

The soldiers were enthusiastic and supported Zhu Qizhen into the city from Anding Gate.

People along the street burned incense and worshiped, holding incense burners in their hands, just waiting to pay homage to the victorious emperor.

Rumors have long circulated that the Ming Emperor led 3,000 people deep into the desert and killed seven in and seven out of the rear of Oara. The rumors were so miraculous.

The storytellers in the teahouse have already started talking, but they dare not mention the emperor's name. They only say that during the Western Han Dynasty, the 17-year-old young general Huo Qubing personally led 800 cavalry to attack hundreds of miles and went straight to the Xiongnu base camp, killing two enemies.

More than a thousand people became gods in one battle and were awarded the title of Champion.

The common people listened with great interest, and naturally knew who the storyteller was referring to. Now that they heard that the Holy Master had returned to Beijing, they all lined up, just waiting to get a chance to have the luck of the real dragon.

The three thousand battalion entered the city, and there were hundreds of civil and military officials in front of them, so they slowed down. However, the people were not impatient at all and couldn't get enough of the victorious soldiers.

If there are some people whose children are in the team, they will be even more excited. From time to time they will point out and loudly introduce to the neighbors that this is their children's team.

Finally, the emperor's chariot arrived, and the welcome ceremony reached its climax.

Seeing the people's response, Hu Hu murmured to himself: "The emperor has matured!"

At first, he thought that the emperor was being ridiculous. He led two thousand troops through the city, simply ignoring the safety of the capital, and announced the construction of the Martyrs' Shrine, which shocked him even more.

The Martyrs' Shrine will be used to commemorate the soldiers who died fighting for the country. This move will immediately win over the hearts of the military and the people. If someone comes out to oppose it at this time, it is hard to imagine what will happen.

Two thousand people marched in neat and majestic steps along the main street to Chongwen Gate, then turned west and finally arrived at Daming Gate.

At this point, the three thousand battalions stopped and formed a neat square formation.

Li Zhence immediately stepped forward and said loudly: "The three thousand battalions have been assembled. Please give instructions from the emperor!"

Zhu Qizhen got on his horse and drew out the sword from his waist, which shone in the sunlight.

He looked at the familiar faces below, as if he had returned to the endless grassland, the endless Onon River, the ice-covered Lake Baikal, and the never-ending north wind.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

"Long live the Emperor! Long live! Long live the Emperor!"

Two thousand soldiers shouted in unison, their voices sonorous and powerful, piercing the sky.

Zhu Qizhen was very satisfied. Through the experience of this battle, the Three Thousand Battalion had grown into an elite soldier in hundreds of battles. The shortcomings accumulated over the past century in the Ming Dynasty have emerged. Regardless of the military, government, agriculture and commerce, from top to bottom, reforms must be made. Now there is

With the Three Thousand Battalion as the trump card, the construction of the army will be much easier.

"Li Zhen, arrange for the soldiers to return to their base and give them a good reward tonight!"

"I obey the decree!"

Next, hundreds of officials embraced Zhu Qizhen into the palace. Empress Dowager Sun and Empress Qian had been waiting for a long time. Only then did they hear the loud shouts outside the palace, and their eyes were filled with excitement.

Now that I see the emperor returning safely, I can't stop crying.

Zhu Qizhen first greeted Empress Dowager Sun, and then looked at Empress Qian, who was crying with pear blossoms in the rain, which made people feel pity for her.

I have to say that the queen of the Ming Dynasty is very good-looking. In my memory, No. 18 is still pretty, but compared to the queen Qian in front of her, forget it, there is no comparison...

In the Fengtian Palace, hundreds of officials met, and the first court meeting after the orthodox emperor returned from his personal expedition officially began.

Zhu Qizhen was not polite to everyone, he came up and directly announced three things.

First, build the Martyrs' Shrine. This was discussed before entering the city.

Secondly, all soldiers will be rewarded based on their merits, and the follow-up placement and compensation for the dead and wounded will be carried out.

Third, investigate Wang Zhen’s party members, and anyone who gets close to Wang Zhen will be investigated strictly.

The ministers have no opinion on the second and third points. If you want to fight a war, you will naturally be rewarded based on your merits. As for the investigation of Wang Zhen's party members, in fact, all the officials in the court have long disliked Wang Zhen, but Wang Zhen is too powerful.

Too big to do it.

However, there were differences regarding the first item, the construction of the Martyrs' Shrine.

Hu Hu, the Minister of Rites, was the first to say: "I have read the ancestral etiquette, but I don't know what specifications should be used for the Martyrs' Shrine. If the emperor cares about the soldiers on the front line, I suggest giving more rewards!"

Zhu Qizhen's face began to look ugly. Before he could speak, Zhang Fu couldn't help but stand up.

"What Hu Shangshu said is wrong. Is the construction of the Martyr's Shrine a century-old plan of our dynasty, something that can only be compared with a mere reward?"

Hu Xi said with a dark face: "The incident at the Martyrs' Shrine is unprecedented. How can the emperor's words of comfort to the soldiers be taken seriously?"

"That's nonsense!" Zhang Fu retorted, pointing at Hu Hu's nose, "Soldiers fought bloody battles, don't they even deserve the qualifications of an ancestral hall?"

Hu Hui still said unhurriedly: "It's not that it's unworthy, it's that the imperial court's finances are tight now. It's hard to cope with the millions of troops in the world every year, and it can't afford so much money. If it is built hastily, it will be disrespectful to the soldiers.

Wang Shangshu, do you think this is true?"

Wang Zuo, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, was eating melon and watching a play when he was suddenly called by Hu Hui. He had to bite the bullet and said: "What Hu Minister said is absolutely true. The Ministry of Finance is indeed... nervous."

Zhang Fu said angrily: "Wang Shangshu, when we were on the front line, it was the emperor and all the soldiers who rushed to the front to keep us safe. Now we are just building an ancestral hall. How can you be so harsh and worthy of dying on the front line?"

Soldiers?"

"What the British Lord said is absolutely true!" Chen Ying also stood up and said, "I think that when the late emperor was in power, he never criticized our Ming soldiers so harshly."

Wang Zuo was immediately troubled and had to say: "You two don't know. Our dynasty's finances have indeed been seriously accumulated. It is better to cut some of the military pay for various guards. Maybe we can collect enough silver. What do you think, Minister?"

Yu Qian raised his head and said blankly: "Abolition of military pay, how can this be done?"

Wang Zuo said with a look of helplessness: "Even Minister Yu said it can't be done, so there's nothing I can do about it!"

"When did I say no?" Yu Qian wanted to curse angrily, "I said that we can't abolish the military salaries of various military stations, but the Martyrs' Shrine still needs to be built!"

Wang Zuo spread his hands: "There is no money!"

Yu Qian said angrily: "If you don't have money, your Ministry of Household Affairs will find a way. Why should you go to the Ministry of War for this kind of thing?"

Just when everyone was quarreling, Zhu Qizhen, who was sitting on the dragon throne, finally couldn't sit still.
Chapter completed!