When Xia Yuanji walked out of the noon gate, his face looked worried.

His worries were not because he had just confronted the emperor.

As a minister who was once reused by Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen, as early as the day of the destruction of Nanjing City in the Battle of Jingjing, he was tied up and sent to Zhu Di to wait for his fate. Everyone thought that he was dead, but Zhu Di unexpectedly not only did not kill him, but appreciated his talent, and immediately appointed him as the left servant of the household department, and soon after that, he was promoted to the secretary of the household department and became an important minister in the court. So he came from the line of death, and he was not afraid of death, which also made him one of the few ministers who dared to speak out to the emperor.

This year's flood in western Zhejiang, he originally aimed to control the flood in western Zhejiang, calm the disaster, and do his best, but at a critical time, he suddenly received a will to return to Beijing to face the saint. Originally, he was still wondering, he didn't know that the emperor had any urgent matter to see him, and he did not hesitate to interrupt the process that was related to the livelihood of thousands of people.

However, when he hurried back to Beijing, as soon as they met, the emperor poured bitter water on him, babbling about how the northern border was not peaceful, and how the remnants of the Northern Yuan forces who fled to the Mongolian steppe recuperated and eyed him. In the end, the emperor asked him to come up with a budget, claiming that he was ready to send troops to the north.

Xia Yuanji didn't think about it, and replied when he opened his mouth: "No money." ”

Zhu Di was stunned: "The treasury has no money? Didn't you just allocate funds to repair water conservancy in western Zhejiang to calm the disaster?"

Xia Yuanji knelt on the ground, but his waist was straight: "If the emperor wants to build water conservancy, persuade agriculture and mulberry, and develop people's livelihood, even if there is not a tael of silver in the treasury, the minister must do his best to dig out the silver." But if the emperor wants to raise troops to the north at this moment, the minister only has this one sentence, no money!"

Zhu Di was furious, scolded angrily, grabbed the inkstone on the table and smashed it at Xia Yuanji.

Xia Yuanji still knelt straight, and he didn't hide, and the inkstone almost flew over his scalp.

Zhu Di couldn't help but scold: "Your mother will tell me a reason, if you can't say it, I will cut off your head today." ”

Xia Yuanji's eyes were blazing at Zhu Di, and his voice was almost louder than Zhu Di's angry scolding: "The minister is controlling the water in western Zhejiang this time, and he can see the suffering of all the people in the world. After four years of war and turmoil, how many lives were destroyed and displaced, and it was easy to get to the present time when the saint is in the court, and the world is peaceful. In addition, now the flood in western Zhejiang, overturning the fertile land, the disaster people are everywhere, and the mourning is all over the wilderness, it is time to vigorously calm the disaster, rebuild the water conservancy, let the people rebuild their homes, and bathe the people with holy grace. If the war ends together, the ministers are afraid that the people will fall into fire and water again, and bear the name of saints and virtues. ”

Zhu Di's anger decreased slightly, and he asked, "Then what if the remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty come to attack?"

Xia Yuanji said confidently: "The Holy Lord is in Kao Weichen. After the remnants of the Northern Yuan fled to the Mongolian steppe, they split into several major tribes, the most powerful of which was the Tatars, who were killed by Ugeqi last year. This man has always been pro-Han and has always been at odds with several other tribes, so he must have taken refuge in my Ming Dynasty in order to protect himself, and Yichen guessed that the documents he had promised me would soon be presented to the imperial court. These tribes are constantly in civil strife, and they are too busy to take care of themselves, where is there still the strength to invade our Daming? Therefore, these remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty are not to worry about at the moment. ”

Zhu Di listened to him quietly, and suddenly smiled, the upright scholar in front of him didn't seem to be as pedantic as he imagined.

Regarding the general trend of the world, Xia Yuanji still quite agrees with his own opinions, of course, these must be the result of frequent discussions with the official department Shangshu Jianyi and the British public Zhang Fu. Zhu Di knows this about the friendship between them, I heard that Xia Yuanji's son and the little fat man of Zhang Fu's family are still righteous brothers, children's things, Zhu Di has always scoffed at these righteous knots and Jin Lan or something.

Zhu Di looked at Xia Yuanji with a smile, a gentleman can deceive him, he didn't really plan to send troops to the north, this is just a pretense, and he also expected Xia Yuanji to refuse. So what he wants to talk about next is the plan that he and Yao Guangxiao have discussed for a long time, and no one will be allowed to stop it, that is, to move the capital to Beiping!

Xia Yuanji didn't say no, and he didn't dare to say no. He has long known the temper of this emperor, when Zhu Di scolds, you can insist on your own opinions and argue with reason, but when he discusses one thing with you with a smile and amiability, then this matter is certain and unquestionable. So he didn't say no, he wasn't afraid of death, but he would never look for death.

What's more, there have been rumors about the relocation of the capital in the DPRK and the central government, the emperor and the black-clothed prime minister Yao Guangxiao have been plotting to move the capital, so Yao Guangxiao personally went to Beiping three times, it is estimated that even the site selection and even the design of the new palace have come out at this time, and it is also time for him, the head of the household, to take the money out.

He had also discussed this matter with Jianyi Zhang Fu before, and no one could say why the emperor suddenly wanted to move the capital so resolutely, for the sake of the legendary Zhu Yunwen who was not dead? Although none of them saw Zhu Yunwen's death with their own eyes, although there are many folk legends, but if it is decided today, even if this person is really alive, there will be no waves, why do they have to make such a big move for him, and move the capital to Beiping at the expense of the people and money? Xia Yuanji felt that there should be a secret here that none of them knew.

No matter what the secret is, the matter of moving the capital is irreversible, and what Xia Yuanji should do next is to find ways to save as much money as possible without affecting the water conservancy project in western Zhejiang. The construction of the new imperial city in Beiping, the deployment of personnel, the reserve of materials, including the relocation in a few years, everything costs money, this is really a big project that is many times more expensive than the military expenses of the Northern Expedition, Xia Yuanji suddenly felt that he had fallen into the pit dug by the emperor again.

Thinking all the way like this, he walked out of the noon gate with a sad face, and as soon as he looked up, Xia Yuanji saw the person who was standing here waiting for him all morning.