How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

In the Forbidden City, inside the Yangxin Hall.

"What! Six million taels?"

The little emperor Zhu Youxiao was still playing with the [Dinghai Divine Pearl] he had just received, and he had not yet recovered from the excitement.

But when I heard someone talking in front of me, I calmed down instantly.

There were three people standing in front of him, one of whom was Wei Zhongxian, the admiral of Dongchang, the other was his younger brother Xin Wang Zhu Youjian, and the last one was the newly conferred Taibao of Guanshan, the Taibao of the Crown Prince Feng Lixin,

At this time, the court meeting has ended.

Zhu Youxiao called these people to Yangxin Hall to continue discussing the construction of the late emperor's mausoleum.

After all, it is impossible to discuss in such detail at the court meeting. The decision can only be made after the court meeting.

As for why the letter king Zhu Youjian was called here, it was because in this generation of the old Zhu family, there were only two brothers and sisters left.

Except for a few younger sisters, all the others were dead.

To build an imperial mausoleum for my father, who else can I call him if not him?

It's a pity that Zhu Youxiao was about to explode when he heard about Li Xin's budget.

Six million taels of silver!

Stop it.

To know how bad the battle in Liaodong turned out, I just allocated one million taels to Xiong Tingbi, and asked him to support it for several months, waiting for the follow-up support from Jiangnan tax revenue.

But now, Feng Lixin asks for six million taels?

You might as well kill me.

Zhu Youxiao immediately put away the Dinghai Divine Pearl, and his face became uncertain for a while.

Seeing his appearance, Li Xin knew that he was struggling, so he still held his hand.

"Your Majesty, six million taels is the number obtained by continuously reducing expenses."

"You must know that Emperor Shenzong's Dingling Tomb cost a total of eight million taels from construction to completion."

"This is not completely finished yet. I heard that the ground construction is still under construction. I'm afraid it will take another one million taels to complete."

"So six million taels is the limit for a humble minister. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"Ah, this...I also know, it's just..."

Zhu Youxiao looked embarrassed after hearing Li Xin's words.

Damn, that’s so embarrassing.

He had just been given an extremely domineering reward of 30,000 mausoleum-protecting troops and 70,000 craftsmen, allowing him to start building the imperial mausoleum for his father.

What now.

Can't get the money?

Isn't this funny?

The national treasury must not be touched. That is the basis for resisting slavery.

In order to build the mausoleum for my father, it is ridiculous to make the soldiers on the border have no money to fight.

Zhu Youxiao had no choice but to look at Wei Zhongxian who was standing aside.

"Factory Minister, uh... you can calculate how much silver I still have in my internal funds."

He threw the problem to Wei Zhongxian, who rolled his eyes.

Damn, how much money do you have?

How much money can you make?

All your money was moved to the small treasury by our family and Ke Yinyue.

But when Zhu Youxiao asked, he had no choice but to respond in a low voice.

"Um... Your Majesty, the internal funds have always been jointly managed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Household Affairs. I have never asked about it, but I know the approximate figure."

Wei Zhongxian himself felt that what he said was too false, so he endured the pain and gritted his teeth.

"If Guiyuan Guiyuan comes up with five to six million taels of silver, I'm afraid it won't be a problem."

"Ah...do I have so much money..."

Zhu Youxiao is busy with carpentry all day long, and he really doesn't know his net worth.

Hearing this, he felt happy for a while, but unfortunately he was interrupted by Wei Zhongxian before he finished speaking.

"It's just your Majesty..."

"After building the Xuan Palace and the Imperial Mausoleum for the late emperor, your place..."

Wei Zhongxian said it very cryptically, but Zhu Youxiao heard it clearly despite growing up with him.

Your Majesty, what should you do?

After building the imperial mausoleum for your father, won’t he build it for you?

When the time comes, all the money from the internal funds will be spent. Why wait for the money to come up?

But if the national treasury is empty, won’t the internal funds be empty?

After moving east and west, they all supported the Liaodong war.

You are also thinking about your own funeral.

Zhu Youxiao was so enlightened that he could no longer speak. At the same time, he glanced at Wei Zhongxian with emotion.

Yes!

The main purpose of calling the heirs of the Feng family is to build an imperial mausoleum for my father and myself.

With just a few million taels, who are they going to fix it for?

Although I am only eighteen years old, who knows about life and death.

If I die then, wouldn’t it be a joke to lie down without an underground palace?

Zhu Youxiao shut up again, and the situation became awkward again.

Li Xin looked at the words and understood what the fourth brother Wei meant.

He must have almost emptied all his money. If he really wanted to take out six million taels, he would still have to spit it out from his mouth.

Haha, fourth brother, you really have a big appetite.

But all this has nothing to do with Li Xin's plan.

He simply handed over his hand again: "Your Majesty, I have a way. We can greatly reduce the expenditure, and even spend no more than one million taels of silver to bury the late emperor."

As soon as he said this, several people in the room looked over.

"any solution?"

Zhu Youxiao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately asked.

Even Wei Zhongxian and Xin Wang Zhu Youjian turned their heads, wondering what this person meant.

Li Xin continued: "Your Majesty, when I came to Beijing, I knew that my second master was responsible for the important task of repairing the imperial mausoleum, so I went to the vicinity of Tianshou Mountain to investigate."

"I discovered that Shouling, that is, Jingtai Wa, has excellent Feng Shui and is right in the middle of the dragon's veins."

"It is not far from Changling, backed by Tianshou Mountain and facing Wenyu River."

"There is a saying in the Burial Sutra: The mountains are like thousands of horses galloping towards each other, the water is like yellow dragons leaping for joy, inside there is water for saints to ascend to the temple, and outside there are mountains for princes to worship and dance. The four directions are crouching, the eight poles are crowded, the blue dragon is strange, the white tiger descends respectfully …”

"The topography and geomantic omen of Shouling Mausoleum are the only ones I have seen except that Changling Mausoleum and Xianling Mausoleum are incomparable..."

Hey!

When Feng Lixin said this, everyone in the room was stunned.

Especially the little emperor Zhu Youxiao looked confused.

He couldn't help but look at Wei Zhongxian and then at his younger brother Zhu Youjian.

Do you see it.

This is called professionalism!

My special mother didn’t even understand a word she said.

No matter what kind of person does what kind of thing, no one else can do it.

Not only was he confused, Wei Zhongxian and Zhu Youjian were also in a daze.

Li Xin had no choice but to explain to the three people in vernacular.

"In other words, the mountains here are like horses and the water is like dragons, which can breed the spirit of kings. Internally, it can produce wise kings for the next generation and create a prosperous age. Externally, it can allow the princes and barbarians to pay tribute and bow their heads."

"And when the king's energy is condensed to a certain extent, it will make Xuanwu bow his head, the red bird fly, the blue dragon be strange, and the white tiger surrender respectfully. With the help of the four holy beasts, we will create the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty for all generations..."

Bang!

Zhu Youxiao slapped the armrest excitedly and stood up.

"Feng Aiqing, in other words, if my father is still buried in Jingtaiwa, will I and my Ming Dynasty be glorious again?"

Li Xin secretly thought, fart, I'm just fucking fooling you.

Your father still occupied the magpie's nest and Zhu Qiyu's tomb.

But he still smiled and nodded: "Exactly! Your Majesty, instead of spending a lot of money to build another imperial mausoleum, it is better to spend a million taels of silver to repair Jingtai Wa."

"Whether it's the underground Xuan Palace or the main hall on the ground, all of them will be renovated. Within a year, I will be able to completely change the appearance of Jingtai Wa."

Zhu Youxiao was so happy when he heard this.

You don't have to spend so much money and you can build a resettlement house for your dad, so why not do it.

You know, why ancient and modern people are so keen on building tombs and burying their ancestors is not just for their own luck.

If the Feng Shui of your ancestors has nothing to do with you, who would be willing to bother like this?

Not only Zhu Youxiao was happy, Wei Zhongxian was also secretly relieved.

One million taels, although it still hurts, it is better than spitting out six million taels and recreating it.

He glanced at Feng Lixin approvingly and nodded slightly.

The other person smiled back, saying nothing.

The relationship between the two parties seems to be gradually becoming familiar.

"Then..."

Zhu Youxiao wanted to make a decision, but suddenly he remembered that his younger brother Zhu Youjian was still in the house.

He had no choice but to look over: "My brother, what do you think of what Taibao Feng said?"

Zhu Youjian was wandering around, thinking about his own thoughts. When his brother came to ask him what he could say, he had to give it up.

"Everything is up to the emperor's brother."

"Hahahaha...that's enough!" Zhu Youxiao said with a smile: "Feng Aiqing, you immediately receive one million silver taels from the factory minister and start work immediately."

Just as Li Xin was about to agree, unexpectedly, shouts came from outside the Yangxin Hall.

"The Queen has arrived..."

The four people in the room were stunned at the same time.

The queen is here?

Li Xin's heart trembled and he turned his head subconsciously.

In the Yangxin Hall, a woman in plain clothes had stepped over the threshold and walked in slowly.

The eyes of both parties happened to be facing each other, and they looked at each other.