At night, in the Ming Palace, Zhu Yunwen, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty at this time, was reading the folds in the imperial study. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Overall, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is still very diligent.

Under the candlelight, the young Zhu Yunwen was looking at a local book, and he couldn't make up his mind and put it aside first, these need to be discussed by the cabinet and the six ministries, and he just took a general direction.

Squeak!

At this time, a slightly rickety figure walked in.

This figure is an old eunuch in his sixties, his name is Wang Yue, he was originally the chief eunuch of the palace, after Zhu Yunwen ascended the throne as the emperor, he naturally entered the palace as an errand and became the eunuch of Zhu Yunwen's side of the master of ceremonies and seals.

Of course, he, like Tian Quanzhong, who went to the Han Wangfu to announce the decree before, was only loyal to Zhu Yunwen.

Zhu Yunwen didn't look up, but the rest of his eyes also noticed that Wang Yue walked in, and when he got closer, he asked, "Old Yue, what's the matter?" ”

"Long live Lord, His Royal Highness King Zhou has been asking to see him all night, do you think you want to summon His Royal Highness King Zhou?" Wang Yue gave Zhu Yunwen a cup of hot tea and said respectfully: "If the long live master is tired, the old slave will go back to His Royal Highness King Zhou now." ”

"Forget it, Uncle Huang Huang is entering the palace at this moment, there must be something important, let's announce it!" Zhu Yunwen rubbed his eyebrows, and his slightly delicate black eyebrows were twisted together.

"Yes!" Wang Yue turned around and walked out of the imperial study.

Before the tea time passed, Wang Yue led Zhu Hu back.

"Minister, Zhu Hu, long live, long live!" Although Zhu Hu is Zhu Yunwen's uncle, in the final analysis, he is just a prince, and when he meets the emperor, where is there a reason not to bow and salute.

"Uncle Huanghuang, hurry up and excuse me!" Zhu Yunwen stood up from behind the imperial case, took a few steps forward with a smile, helped Zhu Hu up, pulled him to a chair, and said, "Uncle Huang Huang entered the palace at night, but what's the matter?" ”

"The minister entered the palace tonight to report something important!" Zhu Lu said: "Long live, Han King Zhu Songmeng long live the gift of heaven to marry, after yesterday's wedding, King Han wanted to hold a poetry meeting in the house in order to thank the princes who came to participate in the wedding banquet, so the matter involves the princes and ministers in the court and the scholars and celebrities, so it is necessary to long live the grace!" ”

"A poetry meeting?"

Zhu Yunwen didn't have a good impression of himself, the 'Uncle Songhuang', if he hadn't tied Xu Huizu firmly to his side, he wouldn't have cheapened Zhu Song.

"Uncle Huanghuang, Uncle Songhuang has just gotten married, how can you choose to thank you at this time?" Zhu Yunwen was very puzzled, "Besides, if Uncle Songhuang wants to thank the princes, he can hold a banquet in the mansion and invite the princes to come to the banquet, why do you have to hold a poetry meeting?" ”

Zhu Hu had already prepared his words, and said: "Actually, this is what the minister meant, Ying Tianfu has been calm for too long now, and the Yan army is stationed in the camp in Jiangbei, which makes the atmosphere in Ying Tianfu too tense, and the people have become panicked." Since King Han has the heart to thank the princes for going to the wedding banquet, he simply held a poetry meeting, one can relieve the tense atmosphere of Ying Tianfu, and the other two can also let the people of the world know that our court is not afraid of these Yan army chaotic parties! ”

Zhu Huan said very reasonably, what gives Zhu Yunwen a headache at the moment is that the people of the world are gradually losing confidence in the imperial court.

"Good!" Thinking like this, Zhu Yunwen stretched out his hand and patted the table, and praised: "Uncle Huang is worthy of being the pillar of my Ming Dynasty!" This method not only raised the momentum of our imperial army, but also re-established the people's confidence in our imperial court! I'm sure I'm done! ”

"That minister is the king of Han, long live Xie Enzun!" Zhu Hu stood up from the chair and knelt down again.

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When Zhu Hu reported this matter to Zhu Yunwen according to Zhu Song's plan, Zhu Yunwen immediately responded, and arranged for his cronies to go to find Fang Xiaoru, Qi Tai, Huang Zicheng and other close ministers who had gone to various places to recruit soldiers with their own handwritten letters.

Zhu Song didn't know this, and even if he did, he wouldn't care, because now he was facing his mother-in-law across the table with big eyes.

"Your Highness, are you crazy?" Xu Miaojin glared at Zhu Song angrily and said: "It takes a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources to hold a poetry meeting. ”

Speaking of which, Xu Miaojin was also very helpless in his heart, originally thought that King Han, as a prince, would have a considerable monthly income, not to mention the property in the name of the palace, there should be a small balance.

But after really taking over the internal affairs of the palace from Bai Fu, Xu Miaojin realized that she was completely wrong.

This His Royal Highness King Han is simply a loser, except for a few fixed properties in the name of the palace and a few relatively conservative properties, the palace has almost no surplus food.

If it weren't for the fact that half a month ago, Zhu Yang supported the Han Wangfu with 30,000 taels of silver, I am afraid that the palace's finances would have become a deficit at this moment.

"This king is also a prince anyway, even if there is no other property in the house, but the income he receives should be enough for the daily expenses of the house, how can he not make ends meet?" Zhu Song was also angry, and he didn't want to contribute people and make money, so he said bluntly, why bother with all these twists and turns?

Judging from Zhu Song's understanding, the Ming Dynasty's Yulu is quite generous.

In the case of him, the prince was 50,000 koku when he was first set to be old, and although it gradually decreased, it remained at 10,000 koku.

If this is converted into silver, it is equivalent to receiving 8,000 taels of silver every month, and there are also a large amount of cloth, vegetables, and grain, which together are worth 1,000 or 2,000 taels of silver.

These sums alone are enough for the expenses of the entire prince's mansion.

"Smack!"

As soon as Zhu Song's words fell, he saw Xu Miaojin, who was sitting opposite him, pull out a stack of sheets from a small box next to him and slam it on the table, his beautiful face was full of anger: "If Your Highness doesn't believe Miaojin, please take a look at these!" ”

Zhu Song didn't expect this daughter-in-law, who had always been cold and arrogant, to be angry, looking at the list that was thrown on the table, he began to flip through them one by one:

"On the first day of the seventh month of the first year of Jianwen, Zhu Song, the king of Han, smashed the second floor of the 'Fuqing Zhai' and pledged 30 acres of fertile land as a pledge for compensation, and set up a special basis; on October 15 of the first year of Jianwen, Zhu Song, the king of Han, set fire to the 'Lingquan Treasure Pavilion' due to drunkenness, and destroyed hundreds of gold and silver ornaments, worth 50,000 taels of silver, in response to the compensation of Tianfu's 'Changhe Courtyard', and this is hereby ......"

There are about seven or eight of these small stacks of documents, all of which are a list of compensation for Zhu Song's misdeeds in the past few years.

If these things are added together, they are worth 300,000 taels of silver, where is this a loser, it is clearly a livestock, a loser's livestock!

"Your Highness has finished appreciating it, right?"

Xu Miaojin looked at Zhu Song with a frosty face, and said, "Your Highness, although these are already debt entanglements that have been paid off, there are still a few of them that are pledged fields and real estate!" Now, you still want to hold a poetry meeting to thank the princes, and the little silver you just saved in the house will also be spent by you! ”

Xu Miaojin can't she strangle Zhu Song now, she doesn't know the price of firewood and rice, marrying such a ruined son of an animal, is it a sin she has made in her lifetime?

"Now that these have been paid off, what are you still thinking about doing without pledge?"

Although Zhu Song angrily scolded the 'predecessor' in his heart for being too indifferent, he did not show the slightest on his face, but said:

"At present, the army is in chaos, maybe the Yan army will cross the Yangtze River! We can't say whose pledged boundaries it is! It's better to do something meaningful while you still have some money in your hand, and it will not be in vain to walk in this world! ”

Of course, the reason why Zhu Song said this is because he has confidence in himself, he has lived for so many decades, and the later generations are more developed than the Ming Dynasty, and a small invention is enough for him to make money, so do you need to worry about silver?

Besides, the matter of the poetry meeting has already been reported to Zhu Yunwen, this unlucky emperor, it is impossible to just look at it, and he doesn't even show it, right?

"You, you, you don't. Shame! ”

Xu Miaojin obviously misunderstood Zhu Song's meaning, and with her terrible impression of Zhu Song, she thought that Zhu Song wanted to take advantage of the convening of the poetry meeting to invite all the famous dancing girls and singers in Yingtianfu for his enjoyment.