-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Historic -> Prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty Chapter 1547: Cutting out the roots
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- You can search "The Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty" on Baidu to find the latest chapter!
What Su Jin said is just the most superficial truth.
The other Confucian scholars had no expression on their faces.
Because in their opinion, Su Jin's level is too low.
But¡¡
These words are still fatal.
Su Jin held Emperor Suleiman in high esteem. He always considered Emperor Suleiman's supremacy as the premise. In every sentence, he was based on the interests of Emperor Suleiman.
Therefore, when he asks what your intentions are, it will be heartbreaking.
"You don't consider the emperor's face and interests, but you are always thinking about what will happen to the subjects if the new system continues, and how the subjects will complain. So do you still have Emperor Suleiman in your eyes?"
Suleiman sat on the royal chair, his face unfathomable, but his eyes also fell on these old ministers.
When the interpreter translated Su Jin's words to the old ministers.
These old ministers, however, exploded.
Someone said: "Huh, who are you? You are just barbarians from the East. You don't believe in gods. You are here to bewitch the Sudan"
When Suleiman heard that this man still called him Sultan, he raised his eyebrows slightly, but remained silent.
The man continued with emotion: "This is our homeland. My family can be traced back to the Kayi era. Since then, my ancestors have followed the Sultan to fight under the guidance of the gods. Now you are a group of foreigners." , are you accusing me of my intentions here? Sultan" He looked at Suleiman and gritted his teeth and said: "Do you still remember your father? When your father was alive, he went hunting with me and fought side by side. We fought in Hungary, we fought in"
Suleiman¡¯s face was expressionless, as if he was weighing the matter.
"Shut up!" A Confucian scholar stood up: "The person sitting in front of you is His Majesty the Emperor. The Emperor is the Supreme. His father is the Xian Daxing Emperor, the son of God. Are you worthy to stand alongside him? What do you mean? Your ancestors, the ancestors who followed the emperor, are the will of the gods. Hum, I, the Great Ottoman Emperor, am the god. In the eyes of the people of the world, this is the case. I dare to ask, who is your god?"
"Nonsense! You're talking nonsense." This Kasha was already angry, like an angry lion. He clenched his fists and glared at the Confucian scholar.
But this Confucian scholar also had an awe-inspiring look on his face.
"That's enough!" Suddenly, Emperor Suleiman spoke.
He stood up, squinting his eyes, but still calm and composed: "What we are discussing now is to counter the rebellion."
He spoke in Chinese.
So the interpreter was busy translating to the old ministers.
Emperor Suleiman added: "But you are just arguing here. As Mr. Su said, I will personally lead the imperial guards to attack the traitors and kill them all. Only they will own Only the blood of their relatives can wash away their sins. As for you, Akyol, how dare you make such a mistake in front of me and insult me ??in this way, do you not take me seriously?"
The man named Akyol couldn't help but take a step back in awe, but he seemed a little unwilling.
Suleiman stared at him. Murderous intent was evident in Suleiman's eyes. These terrifying eyes were intimidating.
Suleiman continued: "I have long decreed that everyone will change their Chinese names to Chinese surnames. Can you change it?"
"Imy father has given me my surname."
Suleiman's eyes calmed down, and he said calmly: "Then, I ask you to learn Chinese. Have you ever learned it?"
"I¡¡"
"You still call yourself me!"
"Imy lord"
"You rely on the merits of your ancestors to be so rude and ignore my words. Do you know your guilt?"
Akyol said seriously: "I swear to God"
"Here comes someone!"
Dozens of imperial guards were watching with eager eyes at this moment. They held the scimitars on their waists and rushed in like wolves and tigers.
"Get him!"
As soon as these words came out, the old ministers were in an uproar. They looked at Suleiman in astonishment.
¡°Obviously, they underestimated this young man.
The guards did not hesitate.
This comes from the military system of the Ottoman Guards.
The Guards did not come from the Ottoman army, but selected some of the strongest boys from the conquered Balkan Slavic families to receive military training.?Train and form a unit called the New Army.
These people are called Janissaries, and their members are regularly selected and reviewed. They were the most combat-effective soldiers of the Ottoman Empire. The first choices were mainly Greeks, Bulgarians, Albanians, Serbs, Bosnians and Slavs. If a soldier is talented, he can be promoted to Kasha or even Prime Minister. These new soldiers were slaves and the backbone of the army, known for their cruelty and strict discipline.
Therefore, for them, the only person they served was the Ottoman monarch. They did not even care whether they were loyal to the emperor or the sultan, let alone what language the emperor wanted them to learn. The emperor asked them to learn Turkish, so they learned it. , let them learn Chinese and Confucianism, and they will never have the slightest doubt.
After allno matter what language it is, it has nothing to do with their mother tongue.
And only those who are loyal to the emperor, and only the emperor, can give them a future.
The guards grabbed Akyol and dragged him out.
"That's it for today. Prepare to assemble the army and tell the world to fight against the rebellion. Anyone who dares to rebel will be killed."
The old ministers were frightened and resigned one after another.
Wait until everyone has left.
Suleiman regained his gentle expression. He was still a well-educated person. Whether he was smiling or angry, deep down in his heart, it was the result of weighing the left and right. He is by no means a reckless person!
On the side, a Confucian scholar in charge of recording was also preparing to resign.
Suleiman suddenly stopped him: "What is your name?"
"Student Chen Ye."
"Oh." Suleiman said with a smile: "Just now you have been taking notes on daily life. I heard that you have a tradition of compiling history and letting future generations use history as a mirror. This is a great tradition, so I also If you are willing, please record my words and deeds so that future generations will know. However, when you were recording, you saw that I captured Akyol, what did you think?"
"My emperor is wise and discerns every detail, so he can make his own decisions."
Suleiman nodded.
These Confucian scholars speak very nicely and safeguard their own interests at every turn. This is my most intuitive feeling.
"You don't have to be afraid. You can speak freely. What should I do with this Akyol? He comes from a prominent family. As he said, his ancestors have already made great achievements, and he also worked with me. 's father had a very deep friendship."
Chen Ye glanced at Suleiman: "Actually, Your Majesty already has the answer."
"Do you have an answer?"
"Yes, when His Majesty ordered him to be taken down, he already knew the answer. This person's family is powerful and famous. Since Your Majesty has taken him down, this person must have a grudge. If Your Majesty lets him go, He is nothing more than letting the tiger return to the mountain. Among the old ministers, there are still many people who are dissatisfied with His Majesty's actions. They are also using their past achievements to threaten His Majesty. Now isn't it a good time to kill the chicken and scare the monkey? "
"Your Majesty, if you continue to cut off the situation, you will suffer chaos. If you cannot eradicate the root cause, then in the future"
Suleiman understood something instantly.
He looked deeply at the weak Confucian scholar: "Is it really necessary? What if Akyol still remains loyal?"
"All your Majesty's decrees must be based on maintaining the laws and regulations of the country. An Akyol, or a family, no matter how prominent it is, is less important than the country."
A hint of murderous intent flashed across Suleiman's eyes.
He said calmly: "You are right."
¡¡¡¡¡¡
Chapter 3 is delivered, please vote for me. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page