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

In fact, before the second year of Tianqi has passed.

Feng Lixin has completed the renovation of Qingling, Zhu Changluo's mausoleum.

After less than a year's rest, construction of Deling, Zhu Youxiao's own mausoleum, began in the third year of Tianqi.

However, as the Ming Dynasty's treasury became empty, the money to build the mausoleum was delayed again and again, and the construction work was stopped from time to time.

It was delayed until the sixth year of the Apocalypse, when the underground Xuan Palace was finally repaired and construction on the ground began.

In fact, it doesn't cost much to build the Emperor's Tomb and Xuan Palace. The construction on the ground consumes the most manpower and material resources.

After Zhu Youxiao went there twice when he had nothing to do, he was too embarrassed to go there again because he was short of money.

At this moment, when he heard Wei Zhongxian talking about strange things, he also became interested.

"Factory Minister, what's so strange about this Feng Taibao? Tell me quickly..."

Wei Zhongxian cheered and said, "Actually, it's not surprising."

"Feng Lixin dug out a lot of white marble from Fangshan Dashiwo, and also dug out a lot of blue and white stone from Taoshan, Shitang Mountain and other places for construction needs."

"But he piled them all in one place and arranged them in a strange formation, with all the stones standing up."

"The eunuch who oversaw the work was curious and asked him why he placed the stones like this."

"Feng Lixin said that these stones have been soaked in water all year round and the moisture is too heavy. They need to be dried in the open space for three years to get rid of all the moisture. That way they are more convenient to use."

"Ok?"

Zhu Youxiao was a carpenter himself, and he had some similarities with the masons. He was curious after hearing this.

"Moisture? My Xuan Palace has been repaired, and only the buildings on the ground are left. So what if there is some moisture? Just let it dry slowly after use."

Wei Zhongxian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know, but I don't take it seriously."

"Speaking of weird things, he's been doing a lot of weird things lately."

"Anything else?"

"Well, this Feng Lixin suddenly asked for a large amount of white cloth from the Shangyi Supervisor, and a large amount of gold sore medicine, typhoid medicine and other items from the Shangshan Supervisor."

"Your Majesty, you said that he, who builds the imperial mausoleum, what does he need these things for?"

"Well……"

Zhu Youxiao covered his chin and thought about it for a while but didn't understand.

"Hey, no matter what he does! Factory minister, as long as he doesn't want money from me, I can give him anything else."

Wei Zhongxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then said: "That's not all."

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the folders on the ground, pulled out a memorial and handed it to Zhu Youxiao.

"Feng Lixin actually wrote a memorial, saying that the gunpowder bureau of Wang Gong Factory in the city should be moved outside the capital, saying that the weather is dry and easy to dry, and if it is not managed properly, it will easily cause an explosion."

"If it explodes, it will definitely affect innocent people and cause great losses to the capital..."

"Hey!"

When Zhu Youxiao heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

"No, where Wang Gongchang's gunpowder bureau is located is none of his business."

"This Feng Taibao has a lot to worry about."

Wei Zhongxian also smiled and said: "So I don't take it seriously."

"Especially in the great victory of Ningyuan a few months ago, the Folangji cannon played a vital role."

"But cannon can be bought from Westerners, but there are a lot of explosive shells."

"Today, the Gunpowder Bureau is working day and night to produce as much explosive ammunition as possible. The accumulated gunpowder has more than 100,000 stones. How can it be relocated in a hurry."

"He has been writing this story for several months, but I didn't tell you at all and directly refuted it."

"Who would have thought that Feng Lixin wouldn't give up and kept writing the notes again and again, but this time he handed them over again."

Zhu Youxiao became more and more curious after hearing this, so he had to pick up the memorial and read it.

But I saw that it stated several major hazards caused by the Gunpowder Bureau in the city, and also wrote some specific measures on how to prevent these hazards.

Finally, it was requested that the Gunpowder Bureau be relocated as soon as possible to avoid causing more serious man-made disasters.

"Haha! A common man's plan..."

Zhu Youxiao threw it away without reading it.

"Factory minister, why don't you tell me, professional people do professional things."

"Feng Lixin is just an alchemist and a genius in Feng Shui. He still wants to take charge of my gunpowder bureau?"

"Don't he know that if the army comes to the city, the Gunpowder Bureau will still play a huge role."

"Move out? Once the Jiannu really come, will they give all their artillery to the enemy and use it to blow down the high walls of our capital? It's simply ridiculous!"

Zhu Youxiao had a sneer on his face, feeling that Feng Lixin really didn't understand anything.

Wei Zhongxian also smiled and said: "A person who builds mausoleums doesn't know anything about military affairs. I really don't want to pay attention to him."

"Ignoring him is the right thing to do!"

Zhu Youxiao finally stood up and stretched, no longer wanting to sit in the Yangxin Hall.

He felt a splitting headache when he looked at the mountain-like memorial.

"Is there nothing else going on? Factory minister. If nothing happens, I'll wait for Feng Lixin to come over and ask about the sky. By the way, I'll ask him what he's tinkering with."

After saying that, Zhu Youxiao was about to leave.

"Hey, Your Majesty...where are you going?"

When Wei Zhongxian saw this, he hurriedly stopped him, thinking that the other party was going to climb up the scaffolding and use the sledgehammer with the craftsmen.

Zhu Youxiao glared.

"I want to go see the newborn Jiong'er, isn't it allowed?"

Crown Prince Zhu Cijiong?

Wei Zhongxian hurriedly lowered his head after hearing this.

This is the dragon son born to the imperial concubine Ren, just over a month old.

In fact, long before Zhu Cijiong, the imperial concubine Fan also gave birth to a dragon son, Zhu Cizhen, last year.

However, not long after he was born, Ke Yinyue found someone to kill him.

Now that Zhu Cijiong is born again, the Hakka family is thinking about how to murder him.

It was only because Wei Zhongxian tried his best to dissuade him that he was unable to take action.

As for why it was blocked?

Just because Wei Zhongxian was getting older, he felt that killing all Tianqi's children would be too cruel after all and would harm Tianhe.

Moreover, Zhu Youxiao's health is getting worse every year.

What would happen to the Ming Dynasty if he really died of a sudden illness? What should I, Wei Zhongxian, do?

He began to consider letting Zhu Cijiong live to leave a trace of blood for the Ming Dynasty.

Could it be that they were all really killed, leaving the Ming Dynasty with no successors?

However, the Hakka family is still opposed, and the two sides are still at odds.

Seeing Zhu Youxiao visiting his newborn son, he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside.

"Your Majesty, it is good for the Crown Prince, it is good for the Crown Prince! Don't be like the late emperor who finally chilled His Majesty's heart..."

Zhu Youxiao was stunned, pointed at Wei Zhongxian, and grinned.

"You, you, my dear companion, do you know that I am always in my heart..."

Zhu Youxiao tapped his chest again.

"I consider you my biological father!"

After that, he strode away.

hum!

Wei Zhongxian's head was about to explode when he listened to the little emperor's words.

Consider me... your biological father?

The nearly sixty-year-old eunuch burst into tears for a while.

What sins have I done over the years?

Carrying this child behind his back, he killed several of his flesh and blood, even the princess.

Unexpectedly...

This kid always treats me as the person he respects the most.

Wei Zhongxian burst into tears and started sobbing in the Yangxin Hall.

He had an inexplicable premonition.

This Ming Dynasty is really about to be lost.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally gathered my mood and walked out of the palace.

"Somebody come!"

With a soft drink, Lu Wenzhao, who had been promoted to the position of Jinyiwei Town Governor, hurried over.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Factory Master, I have a humble job!"

When Wei Zhongxian saw it was Lu Wenzhao, he looked sideways and cursed.

"Lu Wenzhao, as the envoy of Jinyiwei Town, why are you hanging around our house every day when you are not busy with official duties? Ah, you have nothing to do?"

Lu Wenzhao shuddered and smiled.

"Sir, I am humble enough to accompany you. Isn't that the most important thing?"

"Hehehe...yes, too!"

Wei Zhongxian sneered and stopped talking nonsense.

"Go ahead, take a few people with you, go to Tianshou Mountain outside the city, and call Feng Lixin to the palace to meet the saint."

Lu Wenzhao's face turned solemn and he cupped his hands.

"Yes!"