I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 8 Then burn it down!

After dinner, Zhu Youjian returned to Qianqing Palace. Under the service of several personal eunuchs, he changed his clothes and bathed, leaned on the dragon couch with his eyes closed, and waited for the two "big scholars" to see him.

It is not an easy task to deal with these two people.

The scholars of the Ming Dynasty were stronger than each other.

Even after decades of eunuch dictatorship by Wanli and Apocalypse, the court was incompetent, Qingliu scholars were beheaded so many good heads, but they still remained stubborn. The left sentence Jiangshan Sheji and the right sentence Liming people, people who listen to it are very upset !

If you have money and don't waste it, where does my prodigal value come from?

Is it necessary for me to follow the example of the 'Emperor Chongzhen' who worked diligently and diligently for 17 years, leaving a large area of ​​land and this colorful world, and let the rebels Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong go to hell?
Or should we leave it to Houjin's iron cavalry, let those braided troops trample and kill at will, and forcefully turn this great river and mountain into a place for the emperor of Houjin to raise horses?

No, while I am still young, aggressive, energetic, and physically strong, I have to enjoy it...

"Long Live Lord, Zhang Ruitu, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, and Qian Qianyi, the left servant of the Ministry of Rites, are here!"

Just when Zhu Youjian was secretly thinking about whether or not there should be a "folk talent show" after the national funeral ceremony of Emperor Daxing was held, Wei Zhongxian's male duck voice suddenly sounded.

"Let them in."

Zhu Youjian sat up straight, picked up a copy of the test book, pretended to be "diligent all day long", his brows were furrowed, and he even let out a slight sigh from time to time.

To be honest, he himself was a little nervous.

"Minister Zhang Ruitu, see my emperor's long live long live!"

"My minister Qian Qianyi, please see my emperor's long live long live!"

Zhu Youjian raised his head slowly, holding a copy of the question book in his hand, and said softly: "You two lovers, let's live together."

After the two great scholars thanked each other, they got up from the ground and stood respectfully with their hands down. They stood seven or eight feet away from the dragon couch, watching their noses and hearts with their eyes, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, neither humble nor overbearing.

Sure enough, he is very calm and open-minded as a scholar.

Wei Zhongxian was very discerning. He personally filled a cup of tea for the emperor, and was about to bow and leave, but Zhu Youjian said to stay.

"Wei Aiqing, listen to it too," Zhu Youjian said calmly, "After all, you are also a close minister of the late emperor, and there are some things that only Wei Aiqing can explain clearly."

Wei Zhongxian hurriedly made a promise, and stood there with hands down in fear.

"I have one thing on my mind, and it's really hard to decide," Zhu Youjian slowly put down the book in his hand, sighed slightly, and said, "That's why I called the two adults into the palace at night;

Come here, show the two adults and Eunuch Wei a seat. "

Two personal eunuchs walked out quickly, and brought three Jinmianxiu pier over.

Zhang Ruitu and Qian Qianyi pleaded guilty and sat down graciously.

Only Wei Zhongxian, who hesitated again and again, sat down cautiously, with a pretended slave look, which made Zhu Youjian very satisfied.

"I went to bed here in Qianqing Palace last night and had a strange dream. I would like to ask the two adults to help me understand it."

A burst of grief gradually surged in Zhu Youjian's expression, thinking that he just wanted to make some money and prodigal, and even pretended to be so hypocritical, he couldn't help feeling sad from it, and squeezed out two bright tears.

"I dreamed that the emperor descended from the sky, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, but with a sad face, holding my hand and weeping endlessly." Zhu Youjian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a silk scarf, and continued:

"The emperor said that as the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Wu could not mount a horse and fight in all directions, and Wen could not stabilize the country and teach the people to farm. Therefore, he often stayed in the backyard of the palace and punished himself with carpentry work..."

Speaking of this, Zhu Youjian covered his face with his sleeves and wept uncontrollably.

I really can't make it up.

Emperor Tianqi ignored government affairs, was incompetent, loved carpentry, favored the treacherous official Wei Zhongxian, and abused scholars all over the world wantonly. This is no secret in the Ming court.

Especially in front of Zhang Ruitu and Qian Qianyi, two scholars, he really didn't know how to whitewash his "carpenter emperor" brother, so he covered his face with his sleeves and cried a few times before speaking.

No matter how shameless his elder brother is, but after all, he passed on the Great Ming Dynasty to Zhu Youjian. This kind of kindness cannot be faked, right?

Sure enough, Zhu Youjian's crying seemed to be on the right track, and the cold and serious faces of the two scholars gradually showed a hint of sadness.

"Your Majesty, don't be too sad," Zhang Ruitu touched the corners of his eyes with the sleeve of his robe, and said in a harsh voice, "The late emperor's concern for the country and the people is obvious to all, but it's a pity that there are no holidays, and he died young. Have a heart of innocence to relieve depression between heaven and earth;

Therefore, I entrusted the dream to His Majesty, to let His Majesty be diligent in governing the country, keep the enemy out of the country, and save the people from the dire straits. "

Zhang Ruitu's words sound high-sounding, but they are actually very blunt. It is tantamount to saying that the people of the Ming Dynasty are living in dire straits...

These civil servants of the Ming Dynasty are really daring, dare to say anything?

However, Zhu Youjian didn't care about it.

Now he only thinks about how to be a better prodigal.

The reason why he is so earnest is just to earn a large sum of money and spend it on such meaningless things as the emperor's national funeral, so that he can earn tens of thousands of 'prodigal value' for himself.

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, Your Majesty's dream last night should have a different meaning," Qian Qianyi also pretended to wipe away tears, got up and said:

"The first emperor entrusted his dream, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, with a sad face and tears, which shows that our great Ming country and society are facing a major crisis."

"According to what the late emperor said in his dream, there should be three major crises."

"First, the horse in the dream should refer to the threat of the golden cavalry; second, the eight directions in the dream should refer to the threat of bandits from the eight directions; third, the crops in the dream should refer to the suffering of the local mulberry farmers."

"Therefore, what His Majesty is thinking about at the moment should be how to strengthen the defense of Shanhaiguan, conquer the rogues, and reduce the taxation of mulberry farmers in the south of the Yangtze River..."

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Zhu Youjian: "..."

This literati's mouth really has no lid, it's so good at grinning!

It's fine if it's far-fetched, after all, it's someone's ability to eat. If you can be the left servant of the Ministry of Rites, how bad can Evans' eloquence be?

The problem is, this Mr. Qian Qianyi, in a simple process of 'talking nonsense with eyes open', can he still involve 'Southern Sannong'?Is this partisanship?
Zhu Youjian was a little unsure.

After all, he is a hard-working delivery man, how can he understand such profound questions.

"Why didn't Wei Aiqing say a word? How about you help me interpret my dream?" After finally waiting for Qian Qianyi to finish speaking and sit down, Zhu Youjian turned to look at Wei Zhongxian.

"Long live, my ministers... my ministers dare not say anything." Wei Zhongxian's look of sincerity and fear made Qian Qianyi couldn't help but cast a contemptuous glance.

"Speak, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Qian are my confidant ministers, so there is nothing you dare not say." Zhu Youjian picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, "Even if what you say is wrong, I will not blame you."

Only then did Wei Zhongxian stand up, and said in a low voice: "The minister guessed that the mention of carpentry in the dream of the late emperor must be due to his reluctance to part with the precious wood such as red sandalwood and chicken wing wood stored in the inner treasury, as well as the furniture made by his own hands... ..."

The voice gradually lowered, and finally, there was no sound.

Beautiful, it really is a treacherous minister, this assist is simply amazing!
"How about sending the timber worth tens of millions in the inner storehouse, together with the furniture made by the late emperor's brother, to Deling as a funeral?" Zhu Youjian sighed, resting his hand on his forehead, and fell into deep thought.

"Your Majesty, this is absolutely impossible!"

Sure enough, Qian Qianyi, the left servant of the Ministry of Rites, the leader of the literary world, and the remnant of the Donglin Party, couldn't bear it.

He got up abruptly, knelt down in front of Zhu Youjian with a 'plop', and said sadly: "Your Majesty has just ascended the throne and has not yet formally acted in charge of the government. He still doesn't know some things about my Daming;
The humble minister can only say that my Ming Dynasty is superficially pompous, but in fact it is riddled with holes and perilous, with poor people and weak defenses.

And the main reason for all this is because the treasury is empty, Your Majesty.

The late emperor knew that if he entrusted his majesty with a dream, he would definitely want his majesty to learn from the pain, be diligent and frugal, and it is definitely not what Eunuch Wei said, to bury the precious wood worth tens of millions! "

"Qian Aiqing's words are justified!" Zhu Youjian's eyes lit up, and he stood up, "Since you can't be buried with him, then just burn it!"

(End of this chapter)