Under the eaves of the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Youxiao looked at the two octagonal palace lamps in front of him, exquisitely carved on all sides, and had a lot of thoughts.

A few days ago, as soon as he said that he was going to recruit in person, he made a noise from the top.

The civil officials naturally didn't want their emperor to go out to conquer in person, and what kind of battle of Tumubao was a lesson from the past, and what martial arts sect was like a trip, and so on, all of them came out.

Zhu Youxiao didn't listen to any of these bullshit, but there was one thing that he should make a statement before leaving Beijing.

Zhu Youxiao looked at the sky and exhaled.

It's daytime now, and at night, these two big palace lights are easy to look at, thinking of this, Zhu Youxiao sneered a few times.

This lamp was purchased by Wei Zhongxian in order to please himself.

Due to the recent wind and haze, people have lit their lights early, and the orange light and the yellow weather over the Forbidden City are integrated and ambiguous.

There is neither light nor darkness.

"Emperor, the household servant is here."

The little waiter was pushed out by the big man behind the scenes to listen to the emperor's tone, and he was quite apprehensive when he faced the saint for the first time, and he vaguely saw a person walking in outside the pavilion out of the corner of his eye, so he lowered his head and did not dare to come out.

Zhu Youxiao took a delicate beaded dagger out of nowhere, played with it in his hand, stared at the waiter in front of him for a long time, squinted and asked:

"I read the book of the household department, and ask for the internal money?"

"Did you really deserve my inner money, did it fall from the sky?"

Seeing that this little waiter didn't dare to speak, Zhu Youxiao sneered, pulled out the dagger in his hand suddenly, emitted a cold light, and said:

"Those old officials in the household department, have you ever counted them carefully, I have been on the throne for less than a year, how many times has this been?"

The waiter's expression tensed, pondered for a moment, and then bowed back and said:

Although the drought in Huaibei provinces has been alleviated, there is a drought in the whole province in the mountains and Shaanxi, and there is a war in the southwest, and the governor of Guizhou, Li Zong, often asks for grain and salary."

"In addition, His Majesty ascended to the great treasure for the first time, and he was exempted from donating a year's salary, and the number of people increased, and no more endowments were added. Today, there is extreme scarcity inside and outside Taicang, the closure of Xinjiang is heavy, the border is also heavy, the provinces in the Guannan Province are in drought, and the people of Li are waiting to be fed. ”

"The situation is very urgent, please send the Holy Lord's internal money, it is really a last resort for the ministers."

After speaking, the head of the household did not dare to look at the emperor's face, but his eyes drooped to the ground, and he trembled uncontrollably.

"As a last resort."

Zhu Youxiao tasted the rhetoric of the civil servants, and often talked about the people of the whole world, is it not their style?

It is true that now there is a great drought in various places, and the imperial court should take care of it.

Thinking about it, Zhu Youxiao sneered for a while.

"Let me think... How many times has this been a 'last resort'? ”

"I forgot, come, you think about it for me, how many times have you had to be shameless?"

Zhu Youxiao put down the dagger in the sheath, unfolded the booklet of the household, traced it carefully, leaned less, put down the book, frowned and said:

"I am not a stingy person, during the ancestral dynasty, whenever the imperial court was prosperous, there were internal and external ministers calmly dispatched."

"But since the beginning of the revolution, the army in the east has risen, and the southwest has rebelled, and the two departments of households and soldiers have never been able to take measures, and they are always worried about my inner treasury."

"Do you think that the inner treasury in the palace is inexhaustible? Then I ask you, what is the use of your book? ”

"Do you owe you a debt to the court?"

Zhu Youxiao slowly pulled out the dagger, and when he spoke, he threw it violently and stabbed it into the table steadily, causing the waiter to be greatly shocked.

The waiter was speechless, and replied with a sigh of hope: "Li, Li Butang is sick..."

Before the words landed, the emperor above already heard a disdainful mockery, as if he had seen him through.

Zhu Youxiao came to the squire and sneered: "While I still have money, I haven't hollowed you out like my father, so I have to do some practical things!" ”

"Next month, the Kunning Palace will be renovated, and the department will report one million taels."

"Since the household is short of silver, then I said for the queen, Kunning Palace is closed, you want silver, go to the department to ask."

Before the squire understood what was going on, he subconsciously asked for thanks.

Before he could say anything, Zhu Youxiao knew what to say, so he turned around and sneered, and said, "Empress Xie!" ”

"This matter depends on the queen's meaning."

With that, Zhu Youxiao curled up on the chair, swept the notebook on the table to the ground, and stared at the dagger that was still inserted on the table.

The squire fled for his life, and the news spread, causing an uproar in the outer court.

The ministers whispered, saying that the emperor was not good at sitting and reading, and he couldn't put down the daggers, swords and other martial arts and vulgar things all day long.

Naturally, the gossip of the foreign courtiers has not been a day or two, and Zhu Youxiao is still doing his own thing.

After the swearing-in ceremony passed, almost the whole world knew that the emperor was going to conquer the southwest in person and put down the rebellion.

Driven by Zhang Weixian, Wuxun expressed his support one after another, and the ministers were still opposed, but it was useless, and the emperor wanted to brush up his prestige, and they couldn't stop it.

It's Wei Zhongxian, who has been staying in the East Factory a lot lately, and he doesn't know what he's busy with.

......

The Forbidden City, a martial arts arena.

Countless Ming soldiers in brand-new armor stood neatly, with flags in the air, and everyone was proud to be the Son of Heaven's army.

The honor guard escorted one person and one horse from the north to enter the field, which immediately attracted the attention of more than 10,000 brave guard battalion generals and colonels in the audience.

Immediately, an exciting shout resounded throughout the entire Beijing Division.

"Long live the emperor! Daming will win!! ”

"Long live the emperor! The Ming Dynasty will win!! ”

Zhu Youxiao, who was dressed in armor, skillfully rode a war horse, with the real imperial sword hanging from his waist, and his eyes were sharp, and he was even more cold enough to compare with the frontier.

Hearing the cries one after another, Zhu Youxiao took a few deep breaths, tentatively raised his right hand, and in an instant, the audience fell into a deathly silence.

This kind of order and prohibition was even seen by the British public Zhang Weixian, who came with him.

Immediately, he turned to look at Qi Jin, Tong Zhonghua, Chen Ce and other generals.

Now Zhang Weixian knows how vicious the emperor's vision is, these people are all good at training generals!

Zhu Youxiao turned to look behind him and said, "After I set out on the expedition, Jingshi, I will hand it over to you and Gonggong Wei." ”

As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Wei Zhongxian again, which made the latter's heart tremble.

Zhang Weixian originally pretended to be stupid, because he didn't want to get involved in right and wrong anymore, but the holy edict he received a few days ago, he smelled the emperor's other meaning.

In any case, the emperor is not in Beijing, and as the British prince of the Ming Dynasty, he cannot disgrace his ancestors.

Thinking of this, he hugged his fists and said: "The minister obeys the order, and he will sacrifice himself to protect the Beijing master!" ”

Wei Zhongxian seemed to be a little worried in recent days, and after a while, he suddenly reacted and said busily:

"Slaves and maids, like the British duke, sacrificed their lives to protect the Daming Society."

"Heart." Zhu Youxiao glanced at Wei Zhongxian, and spit out two words lightly in his mouth, that is, he pulled out his sword, pointed to the southwest, and said:

"I'm on the march!"

Looking at the figure of the emperor leading the army to leave, Wei Zhongxian breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and kept looking in the crowd of people seeing him off, but he never saw that person.

"Xu Xianchun, where have you gone?"