At noon, Emperor Xiyuan had lunch and wanted to go back to the harem to take a nap according to his past habits.

He thought that maybe he couldn't sleep when he went back like yesterday, so he returned to the Taiqing Palace to continue his official business.

Originally, after the sixtieth year, the energy will not be as good as before, and it is also necessary to take a break before continuing to work.

But he remembered the disaster relief outside the palace, and he couldn't be at peace in his heart, because this disaster relief incident would be related to his posthumous name.

His nickname can carry the word 'benevolence', which is also related to whether he can go down in history with the title of Renjun.

Emperor Xiyuan was tired from work, and he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep during the lunch break, so sitting in a daze was very sacred.

It was drizzling outside the window, and the Taiqing Hall was damp and cold, Xiao Jian ordered the little eunuch to bring a charcoal basin, because Emperor Xiyuan had rheumatism and was most afraid of heavy moisture.

"It is said that through this earthquake, the emperor's fame has been pushed to an unprecedented height, and he has become a flaunt of morality and benevolence, and has become a Buddha of all families." Xiao Jian said with a smile.

He can always see the wind to make the rudder coax the master's heart, and he can also adapt to eliminate the master's anger.

Sure enough, Emperor Xiyuan had a faint smile on his face.

Xiao Jian said again: "The people of the entire Chang'an City are grateful to the emperor, and they have set up immortal tablets for the emperor at home, wishing the emperor a long life. ”

The emperor wants to cultivate the earth immortals, will he be satisfied if he lives a thousand years old?

After repeated flattery, it itched, and Emperor Xiyuan's smile couldn't bear it.

Emperor Xiyuan laughed: "Hehe! All of this is due to a series of reasonable and perfect response measures before and after the disaster, and to my son. ”

The third son wrote what he had seen and heard with his own eyes and handed it over, and from his description between the lines, Emperor Xiyuan felt the sincerity of the people and his gratitude and worship to himself.

This made Emperor Xiyuan very useful in his heart, and it made him feel like a fairy more than taking Jindan.

The emperor is modest?

No, it's a unified tone!

Xiao Jian's heart is like a mirror, and the whole thing is left to know what is going on!

The emperor even has to guard against leaking his mouth, which shows how much the emperor cares! This is unique in 40 years!

"Your Majesty, are you confused, this is your will to King Qin, so that King Qin will act according to your orders." Xiao Jian also seized the unique opportunity to scold the emperor for being confused.

scolded the emperor and made him feel refreshed.

Emperor Xiyuan was not angry, but laughed!

He scolded with a smile: "You old man has a good memory!" ”

This level is over, and Xiao Jian secretly breathes a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Did you get today's disaster relief transcript?" Emperor Xi Yuan asked.

Xiao Jian replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, the old slave has already ordered someone to urge!" ”

Xiao Jian understood his old master, and seemed to ask casually, but he was very anxious in his heart, because he understood, so he had already prepared and ordered someone to take it.

Emperor Xi Yuan snorted lightly!

After laughing heartily, he can refresh himself, and Emperor Xiyan began to work and watched the twists and turns.

At this moment, what he is holding in his hand is the recital written by Xia Yiyu, which is the second copy. He has become accustomed to watching the three sons' recitals first, because each time he will make something for him.

Xia Yiyu's first memo was to renovate the capital and make it look new and clean.

Although Emperor Xiyuan was worried that the donation of silver would not be enough, it would hinder the reconstruction after the disaster.

But he still approved a quasi-word in this recital, if it is really not enough, he will take out a loan from the royal bank, anyway, he is used to borrowing, not bad this time.

After all, this proposal is also extremely important, and it must be done, so that the capital can become tidy everywhere, so that the court can have face, and even Emperor Xiyuan himself has a light on his face.

At this moment, he looked at this recital, and the depths of his eyes shone brightly,

The entire 108 square of Chang'an, and 1,230 acres of land in the downtown block of every inch of land belong to him? If you build these lands into shops, one acre and two cents is a shop, that is, 1,025 shops, and one shop is 12,000 wen, and some of the better ones are definitely more than this price.

'1025 times 10,000 is 10.25 million'

He used Xiyuan math to calculate it silently in his heart, as for the fraction? He didn't want to bother with it.

Emperor Xiyuan looked at Xiao Jian after putting down the fold and said, "King Xuanqin has entered the palace."

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On the third floor of the Royal Money Village in the West Market, Xia Yiyu was sitting on a chair at the moment.

After inspecting the disaster, he felt that there was nothing to do in the temporary office, so he rushed over to have lunch with Xie Yufei, there were two princes sitting there, and he would only be an eyesore.

Xie Yufei no longer followed the second prince for someone to avoid him, she came to Qianzhuang to handle affairs and reduce the pressure on his official duties.

Xie Yufei placed an official document in front of him.

She looked at Xia Yiyu and said, "This is an official document from the palace, a budget for next month's expenses in the palace, and a document from the clan to ask for money." ”

Xia Yiyu stood up and sighed, "It's only half past this month, and you're going to come next month?" If you come to ask for it after a month, you will receive two expenses, and when it comes to the next month, how much more money will be used in the palace in a year? ”

He didn't seem to be angry, and said: "Since the establishment of the royal money bank, the palace and the clan expenses have reached out to this, and it is too difficult for the household to ask for money, and they are too lazy to go, so they come to me to ask for money, and only allocated 200,000 yuan to the palace last month, and allocated 100,000 yuan to the clan, and now it is like an appointment, and they come to ask for money again, although the money village makes a lot of money, it can't withstand their profligate spending." ”

He only complained about the palace but didn't dare to point directly at his father, but who else in the palace dared to spend extravagantly?

Xie Yufei pulled him to sit down, fortunately, the two of them were on the third floor now, otherwise his shouting would cause more trouble for people to go.

Since going down to Yangzhou with him, Xie Yufei has rarely seen him angry, looking at his angry appearance, Xie Yufei not only had compassion but wanted to laugh.

She couldn't help but smile and persuaded: "Lord, the expenditure budget sent by the palace should really be out of money, the expenses in the palace cannot be broken, the weather is gradually getting hotter, and many things need to be purchased, as for what these royal relatives of the clan are asking for, they should be owed in the past, and they are sent to the palace and transferred by the palace." ”

Xia Yiyu snorted coldly, he listened to this, and the sulking had dissipated, but he pretended to be still angry, because Xie Yufei had been patting his chest to help him calm down.

The soft little hand clapped his heart and made his heart feel smooth and comfortable.

Just as he squinted and continued to enjoy, there was a 'knock' footsteps on the stairs, which made his fake anger turn into anger, who would disturb his good deeds?

Xia Yiyu's face remained unswerving, and he asked, "Tao Zhongzhi, what's the matter with you?" ”

Tao Zhongzhi was taken aback by his frightened face, the prince has always been polite to himself, what's going on?

Tao Zhongzhi already had a ghost in his heart, so he forcibly bowed calmly and said, "Lord, someone from the palace announced that the prince had entered the palace to face the saint." ”

Xia Yiyu listened, and walked past the anxious Tao Zhongzhi.

When Xie Yufei saw him leaving, she picked up the copywriting on the table and handed it to Tao Zhongzhi, and said with a smile: "Tao Sima, the prince is worried about these things, you go and take stock of the accounts, and then allocate some silver money to go over." The clan only gives half. ”

Tao Zhongzhi was annoyed when he heard that it was not aimed at himself, so he felt a little relieved, took the paperwork and went downstairs.

Xie Yufei looked at his back, and a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth.