Zhu Houxi hoped to use his own mouth to say that he wanted the scholars to return the farmland and return the land to the people, so as to increase taxes and fill the treasury!

In a breath, Yan Song's heart turned a thousand times, what could he say?

If he really said this proposal according to Zhu Houxi's wishes, His Majesty would definitely take advantage of the situation to carry out this national policy.

The treasury is saved, but what about Yan Song?

The people of the whole country will be grateful for the emperor's benevolent government, and the scholars of the whole country will spit on Yan Song and use the most vicious means to deal with him.

At that time, there will be no bones left for Yan Song to be eaten, and I am afraid that there will be no day to turn over in this life. For Zhu Houxi, if there is one less Yan Song, there will be tens of millions of Yan Song coming to him, and he will not save himself at all.

It is said that ruthlessness is the most emperor's family, and this has a deep meaning.

Yan Song smiled and replied, "If Your Majesty wants to fill the treasury, why not develop the horse market and the sea market?" ”

The horse market refers to the opening of trade channels with the northern captives, and the sea market refers to trade with overseas countries, in fact, aside from the northern captives and the southern Japanese, this is definitely a good way to develop the country's economy.

The question is that Daming is afraid of war?

Soon, they have few soldiers and can't beat them!

Yan Song raised this question, pretending not to understand Zhu Houxi's meaning, and pretending to care about the development of the country, I have to say, too cunning!

The treasury has no money, it can't afford to raise soldiers, and if it can't beat the southern and northern captives, it can't open the sea market and the horse market.

Zhu Houxi smiled.

said: "Go back, Yan Shangshu." ”

Yan Shangshu is not Aiqing, not Weizhong, not Fenyi.

Yan Song knelt on the ground with a "poof", he knew that if he left today, his official would be the end.

He is not Xia Yan, he doesn't have so much energy, waiting to return to the court one day!

He knelt on the ground, hung his head, and let his gray head develop in front of Zhu Houxi's eyes, unobstructed.

"Your Majesty! Spare your life! Yan Song cried for a while, and shouted: "Xia Shou's auxiliary power has been tilted into the government and the opposition for decades, and there is no one in the current cabinet who is not under the orders of Xia Ge Lao, Your Majesty, Weichen knows that it is useless to defend himself, but this heart of a fist, if he does not serve the country, he can't be peaceful!" Weichen was born poor, but Weichen's patriotism and love for the monarch are no older than Xia Ge! ”

"Your Majesty!"

Yan Song's mournful shouts echoed in the empty hall, and they couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

Yan Song's tears, dripping warm, fell at Zhu Houxi's feet, and they gathered and became a pool.

Zhu Houxi even had some doubts, could it be that the current Jinyi Wei was also controlled by Xia Yan?

Zhu Houxi didn't believe anyone.

But he knew that Guo Xun was dead, and he needed a strength to weigh Xia Yan's strength, and he didn't want to be threatened by those old ministers who cried and scolded his mother like when he first entered Beijing.

There is nothing more reassuring for him than to be in control, and he believes in no one, but himself.

"It's appropriate."

Zhu Houxi licked his upper lip, laughed, and asked, "I just asked you to go back to the house to rest, why are you crying?" Come, get up. ”

Huang Jin sighed deeply in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Yan Song get up for Zhu Houxi.

"Your Majesty, you see, Yan Shangshu's back has been bent recently, and he should make up for it."

Zhu Houxi nodded, smiled approvingly, thought for a while, and asked, "Is there still a century-old ginseng in Changbai Mountain?" ”

Huang Jin replied: "Ah, there should be none." ”

"Oh, yes." Zhu Houxi said: "The golden nobleman is weak, and the two ginseng sticks were rewarded to her last time." In this way, take two good ones from my private treasury and bring them back to Yan Shangshu. ”

Yan Song was already frightened, although he knew that the danger was temporarily lifted at this moment, he couldn't say a word, he could only kowtow, and couldn't stop kowtowing.

Huang Jin took Yan Song out of the imperial study, although it was July, the weather in the capital was just warm and suitable, but through the official robe, Huang Jin felt Yan Song's sweaty clothes.

He gently persuaded him: "Yan Shangshu, Your Majesty still loves you, don't be too careful." ”

Yan Song turned his eyes to look at him, with gray hair and a miserable white complexion, but he smiled and said, "Huang Ban, thank you for your trouble." ”

Huang Jin lowered his eyes and smiled, shook his head, and said, "You go back to the house first, and then our family will go to the house to send rewards." ”

"There is labor, there is labor."

Yan Song lost his soul and gave up his hand, and the Yan Mansion family who was waiting on the side stepped forward, took Yan Song's arm from Huang Jin's hand, and staggered away.

Huang Jin stood outside the imposing palace gate, under the eaves in front of the corridor, a drop of water dropped on his forehead from the eaves, he raised his hand to wipe off the water droplets, closed his eyes for a moment, and let out a long sigh.

"Liu Qing, go to the imperial pharmacy to get two hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, and our family will go to Yanfu later."

"Yes." The little eunuch on the side responded in a low voice, and then quickly turned his head to prepare.

Yan Song walked out of the palace gate, got into his own carriage, and the servant handed over a wet soft towel.

Yan Song took the soft towel, wiped it lightly on his face, held the right cuff with his left hand, and threw the soft towel back into the servant's hand.

"When I go home, I will prepare 30,000 taels of silver tickets, and I will give them to Huang Jin in a while."

The servant couldn't help but be surprised, thirty thousand taels, that's thirty thousand taels.

"Yes, sir."

Yan Song silently pondered Zhu Houxi's words, carefully and carefully, word by word.

Jin Guiren is weak, and the two ginseng sticks were rewarded to her last time. In this way, take two good ones from my private treasury and bring them back to Yan Shangshu.

Jin Guiren was weak and gave two mountain ginseng, this Jin Guiren is not an ordinary person, although he is from a low background, but His Majesty likes her and pampers her.

Didn't Yan Song say that he was born poor?

When Your Majesty says this, he is saying that although you Yan Song is from a poor background, I also like you, as long as Your Majesty's love is there, then he Yan Song can sit back and relax.

In addition, His Majesty said that the two ginseng sticks were given to the golden nobles, and the reward given to him this time was taken from the private treasury.

First, it's saying that the treasury is really out of money, and you have to solve it like a way for me. Second, it means that he has a distinction between inside and outside, and no matter how noble Jin Guiren is, he is not as good as Yan Song.

Yan Song didn't care about these two ginsengs, nor did he care about the rules in the palace, the emperor rewarded his concubines, most of them came from his inner treasury, what he cared about was the meaning conveyed by Zhu Houxi's short sentence.

After he understood this sentence, a hanging heart finally fell.

Xia Yan, Xia Yan, you have a good plan, I have a wall ladder.

All these things that he has received today will be repaid in the coming day.

In August, Zhu Houxi took the ladies and beauties of the inner courtyard and Fang Shizhenren out of the inner courtyard of the palace and went to the West Garden.