After being tired all day, Emperor Antai Zhu Biao stretched and yawned at the sunset. Looking at the piles of memorials to be reviewed in front of the imperial desk, he kept shaking his head.

These memorials were still streamlined and streamlined by Huang Zicheng, Qi Tai, Zhu Jiangyan, and other cabinet ministers, and they still had to keep him busy until midnight. "If I had known that being an emperor was so hard, it would be better for my father to work for two more years," Zhu Biao shook his head and smiled bitterly. If his father had not said the words of decree and establishment back then, he would not have forced himself to lead troops to force the palace. If his father had been in power for several years and had flattened all the forces that should be flattened, he would not have been so tired now. Being an emperor is like a donkey that was pulling a grinding person. If he blindfolded people, he would know that he would just rush forward. If he relaxed a little, he would get whipped a few times on his back. "Always advised me to pay attention to the dragon body and pay attention to the dragon body. I want to relax. Is it okay? The second, third, and fourth brother are staring in the north, waiting for me to make mistakes at any time."

In a hurry, the original right to inherit the throne was unclear. Zhu Biao knew that his younger brothers were not convinced, so he gave the foreign kings many benefits after he succeeded to the throne. Now the drawbacks of these emergency policies have been revealed. The foreign kings have too much power. The imperial decree of the imperial court would have to be discounted when it came to any foreign king territory, especially under the rule of the northern king Yan, which ignored them at all. Except for the pitiful taxes that symbolize the six northern provinces or the territory of the Ming Dynasty, there is basically no trace of the imperial court's control of this place in other aspects.

"Fourth brother, what should I do with you?" Zhu Biao sighed depressedly and pondered. The handsome boy appeared in his eyes again.

"I came to Liaodong, not just for the sake of the prince's brother to expand territory." At the foot of Andong, the young Zhu Di was so handsome. "In the future, I will help my elder brother to capture the land in the world and let you be the biggest emperor in the world."

"After your father returns to heaven for a hundred years, you will definitely be the greatest king of the Ming Dynasty forever." I was full of passion back then. "Brothers are united and their efforts are broken. Unfortunately, I and you are both born in the imperial family, so how could there be brothers in the imperial family?" These old things always make Zhu Biao sad when I think of them.

"Your Majesty. Lord Huang Zicheng is asking for an interview." Sun Hou, the eunuch, whispered, interrupting the emperor's contemplation.

"Xuan", Zhu Biao frowned and responded. He cursed in his stomach: "This Huang Zicheng is almost the Chinese New Year, so I won't worry. What are you doing so late?"

He was unhappy in his heart, and had to pretend to be respectful to the wise and polite. After all, not everyone is qualified to be a wise and kind monarch in Confucianism. Zhu Biao smiled and held up the prince's tutor and Grand Secretary Huang Zicheng whom he worshipped as soon as he entered the palace, and asked the eunuch to bring a seat for him to sit down.

"I, thank Your Majesty for your kindness." Huang Zicheng gave in and sat down. He was almost forty years old, and his voice was still as sharp as before. The eunuch Sun Hou touched the goosebumps behind his neck and tiptoed out of the imperial study room. He casually put the door of the study room. The less the royal minister knows, the safer the less he knows. His master, the old eunuch, who is by his side, was able to live up to his old age with this advantage. Think about the guys who were in the palace back then, who were not as majestic as the king, but who had a good ending.

Even Li Ruisheng, the chief guard of the guards around Emperor Antai, was powerless in the world back then. When all officials saw him, they would respect Lord Li. In the end, they were taken outside the Meridian Gate to "crack". A benevolent king did not kill ministers, but it was not easy for ministers to be charged with each other. Moreover, the internal ministers are family slaves and have not been among ministers since ancient times!

The candles in the study were thundering, reflecting Huang Zicheng's thin body on the window glass. He looked as lonely as dry pine. Emperor Antai drank a sip of ginseng soup and asked the eunuch to pour a bowl of Huang Zicheng. He smiled and told: "Zicheng, don't be so anxious when you have something to say. If you have something to do, talk slowly. This night is getting longer. If you are not busy for a while, drink ginseng soup first to moisten your throat. Look at your thinness, you will almost be blown down by the wind."

"I am thanking the emperor for your concern." Huang Zicheng was excited and his voice became a little stuttering. Thunder and rain were all the blessings of the emperor. Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, except for him, Huang Zicheng, who had drunk the ginseng soup personally given by Emperor Antai. The warmth flowed to his stomach. Huang Zicheng was so moved that tears almost fell. He said in a slight voice, "I am thanking Your Majesty for your grace. This kind of kindness is broken, and I cannot repay it. I was not supposed to go to the palace to disturb Your Majesty so late, but it was a daytime afternoon. I am the minister, and I am..."

Zhu Biao knew that Huang Zicheng had a problem of stuttering when he was nervous. Since he entered the cabinet, he has recovered even more. Zhu Jiangyan, the chief minister of Wenyuan Pavilion, who had always been disagreeable with him, always teased him for this problem. The more he was anxious, the more he made him angry. Today, seeing Huang Zicheng like this, he must have quarreled with his colleagues, or found out some important news.

"Come here, massage Lord Huang's back and let him take a breath first." Zhu Biao smiled and greeted two young eunuchs to serve Huang Zicheng. Huang Zicheng was even more moved. He was sitting on the stool and raised his head, and said, "I heard a few scattered officials discussing and talking about the navy. The navy was caught while patrolling the sea a few days ago, and captured Dali Temple Chief Wu and Wu Sihan, who fled from his post in the 17th year of Hongwu."

"Oh, caught"? Zhu Biao's eyes showed a hint of joy and said kindly: "It's better to catch it. I'll give me a verbal commentary to Cao Qing later, telling him not to be slow to take Wu Sihan and send it to the capital. I want to ask about this case in person. Hi, I have never found a suitable person to do the errand of this department of justice. This person is a good candidate."

Hey, Huang Zicheng was so choked that he almost didn't feel angry and secretly complained: You Dao Renjun didn't act like this. He quickly explained before the order was issued: "Long live, I still have the feelings I have not reported."

"Talk", Zhu Biao seemed to be intoxicated by the pleasure of subduing a talented person, but did not notice that Huang Zicheng's face turned pale with anger.

Huang Zicheng was so angry that he spoke more smoothly, "Your Majesty, but the navy official was instructed by Lord Cao to pretend to have recognized the wrong person and let Wu Sihan behave as an actor."

"Oh," Zhu Biao nodded and asked calmly as if he had known that there would be such consequences, "Is it that Gong Jinghai personally who asked the release?"

"No. It is said that the captain Ma and Ningbo Hou Jiangye were patrolling the sea at that time. They were both Lord Cao's confidant and beloved generals and have always been rampant." Huang Zicheng angrily described the daily words and deeds of Jiang Ye and Mahama.

"That's not surprising. The Marquis of Ningbo has seen him. He was a famous little fool in the navy. He led the way when fighting, but he didn't know much about his work. I remember that when Jiang Ye was only in his teens when he was pacifying the Japanese, he rushed to the front with a boat. This person often made some minor mistakes and got beaten up by the army. I have told him several times that he had lost his mother since he was a child and lacked teachings. Forget it, I will write a letter later and ask Ziyou to punish this boy Jiang Ye and beat him. Huang Aiqing doesn't have to bother with him." Zhu Biao smiled and said to him. Since it was not done by Cao Zhen, he did not intend to go into it. For a bad old man who had escaped for sixteen years, he hurt the relationship between the king and the minister. There was no need for this.

"Long live, I think you must not tolerate this matter." Huang Zicheng stood up from the stool, and the thin and sharp sound was as uncomfortable as paper scraping glass. "I think you should not set this precedent in the army. If Your Majesty does not issue an order to punish this matter severely. In the future, all the generals leading the army will follow suit, and I will inevitably suffer the disaster of self-respecting our troops."

Zhu Biao smiled and shook his head, signaled Huang Zicheng to sit down and talk, patted his shoulder, and generously enlightened him, "Zicheng. Sit down and talk, don't think so badly in everything.

I know this person. I will not let him down with the friendship between the monarch and the ministers I have formed through life and death with him, nor will I let him down. You and Ziyou are my right-hand man. If you are a country’s city, don’t always dislike each other. I will not let him take care of government affairs, nor do you let you care about his military situation, just because you are afraid that you will be hurt by the harmony. I want to chase the deer of the world, and you must be harmonious with the generals and ministers.

"The minister respects the order", Huang Zicheng was full of enthusiasm to extinguish the pot of warm water in front of him.

Emperor Antai was a benevolent king, but it would be wrong to treat loyal ministers like him as kind as Cao Zhen. The navy could go north to intimidate King Yan and force Zhu Di to implement the imperial decrees and Cao Zhen never did it, but he used small islands from overseas barbarians to come to the emperor to seek credit every day. What's the use of those trivial islands? They could not support people or increase land. The court had to spend a lot of money to build forts there every year and resettle refugees to reclaim land thousands of miles away. It would be better to give up.

"Zicheng, you are my minister of government, and this mind is the first priority." Zhu Biao saw Huang Zicheng drooping his head like a crop that was beaten by frost, sighed and comforted him earnestly, "Have you heard of how Bao Shuya evaluated Guan Zhong and himself back then? Guan Zhong is more suitable for being a prime minister than Bao Shu. Although our Ming Dynasty does not have a prime minister, I have always regarded you as the prime minister. So you must be able to tolerate others.

This is a chore to be an emperor. I might hand over the pick to Yunwen one day. You are his teacher, and you have to teach him how to accommodate people."

"I thank Your Majesty for your teachings and will be heartbroken to repay the emperor's grace of knowing the favor." Huang Zicheng left the chair and knelt on the ground with heavy seals. The prime minister, the prince's tutor, this emperor intends to trust the country and the country. How could he not thank his grace when he met such a wise king? "If he had not met a hero at that time, he was old." Jiang Ziya waited for such an opportunity for eighty years. He was only in his thirties, and his ambitions would always be displayed.

"Zi Cheng, get up and talk, don't kowtow at any time. The navy does not promote this ceremony. If you don't kowtow, you have me in your heart, and you don't kowtow. If you don't kowtow, you still stand when you kowtow!" Zhu Biao interrupted Huang Zicheng's thank-you gift with a smile. While looking at Huang Zicheng, he was planning what he would do a hundred years later. In the past two years, his body became sick at any time, and it was all caused by these damn government affairs. If you go back, who will you entrust to the government? Huang Zicheng has a long-term vision in front of you, but his ability to adapt to changes is a little worse. After a hundred years, he entrusts the country to him, and he doesn't know whether it is a disaster or a blessing.

Deep in Zhu Biao's heart, I always felt that Cao Zhen was more suitable to assist the prince than Huang Zicheng. "But Cao Zi was too willful and loyal, but he did not want to act. Besides, he was a general and had great military achievements. If he was given a robe, he would harm Yunwen. It would be better to keep one's business and one's military, and there would be a restraint between them."

"Long live, long live." Huang Zicheng whispered to call Zhu Biao back from his thoughts. The emperor was in poor health, and all officials could see Jingchu. This kind of incident of distracting officials while handling the government affairs would happen several times every day, and someone always needed to be greeted before he could wake him up.

"Oh, Zicheng. Is there anything else?" Zhu Biao apologized to Huang Zicheng with a smile. "It's gone, long live to rest early, the memorials are not busy for a while." Huang Zicheng thought about his master with some distress.

"I can't sleep. How can I bear to let him destroy the picturesque country passed down by the previous emperor? Something really happened. How can I have the right to meet His Majesty the Last Emperor in the future?"

Zhu Biao stood up and wandered in front of the picturesque map of the mountains and rivers with his hands behind his back. "Look, Ziyou has collected so many islands on the sea. I asked him to change the name of the erectile sprigs to Malacca two years ago. From this hole, they are now all in the Ming Dynasty. The bigger the world, the heavier the responsibility I have on me."

"Your Majesty takes care of the country. Leave it to the ministers if you have any questions. Don't just work hard and get tired of your health." Huang Zicheng's tears were almost flowing out again. From any perspective, Zhu Biao is a role model of the emperor. He is not hesitant to kill, not greedy for money, and not good at female sex.

It is not good for things like silk and bamboo to lose their ambitions. But even so, the people of the Ming Dynasty only maintained a situation of food and clothing. Thinking of the current situation, Huang Zicheng and other ministers of the regent have indeed felt guilty.

"Zicheng, I saw that Dingliao Duke was urging the money to control the Huaihe River again. I have advised him many times and asked the Ministry of Revenue not to make things difficult for him. Why are you still detaining his money?" Zhu Biao, who was looking at the map, suddenly said this, which scared Huang Zicheng.

"Long live the Kuo. The annual expenditure of Dingliao Gong was too large, and my ministers thought it was difficult to balance the national income and expenditure." Huang Zicheng calmed down and answered with confidence.

"Non-no, Zicheng, don't you think this is done too much? Dingliao Gong has been busy building roads and bridges over the years. He has not worked as hard as he did. You, a Grand Secretary, are not exhausted. Look at this map. All the newly drawn lines on this are the roads built by Dingliao Gong. With these roads, the Ming Dynasty's government orders were accessible. After doing so much work, he still refused to seek credit. Can you find a second person in history? After tomorrow morning, I will hurry up and allocate the money to him, and don't drag it anymore."

! Zhu Biao scolded him with some anger. Wu Anguo refused to join the court to assist him, and he did not really hope to put an irrespectful guy in the court. But this person is very talented, and he must not be used or used. Since he refused to seek credit, he would not be promoted to him. But those jobs that are beneficial to the country are most reassuring and worry-free. If the funds requested by such diligent ministers are delayed, how can the people of the world maintain their reputation as the emperor?

Huang Zicheng shivered, quickly stepped forward a few steps, bent behind Zhu Biao and explained: "Long live to calm down, long live to calm down, it is not Chen Ke and his money, but the national treasury cannot turn over for a while. Now that the year is coming, the money is always a little tight."

"The money is tight"? Zhu Biao turned around in anger and stared at Huang Zicheng with his eyes as if he was a knife. "How can money be tight? Where does the customs pay so much taxes every year? When I was in charge of the customs, I was worried that the money I gave to the late emperor every year would have to build another silver treasury to install it. Later, the silver treasury was changed to the gold treasury to solve this problem. Now the treasury is full of gold nuggets, so don't use gold coins to make the price drops to fool me."

Relying on the kindness, Zhu Biao, who had been in charge of customs and navy for many years, would not be vague about the national income issue, otherwise he would not have strongly encouraged industry and commerce and marine trade after he ascended the throne. Especially in the first few years when he became emperor, the treasury was full, and he successfully completed the monetary system designed by Wu'anguo to change the cash-in-the-silver bank to the gold and silver bank to the pure gold bank. At that time, a prosperous state appeared in the entire Ming Dynasty. In order to make the monarch and ministers work together to devote themselves to the country, the salaries of officials were added one plus another with the treasury income. It can be said that Zhu Biao never thought that he would encounter the empty treasury in his lifetime, and at first glance, it was inevitable that he could not help but feel angry.

"Long live to calm down, long live to calm down," Huang Zicheng was so anxious that he wanted to kneel on the ground again. He stuttered for a long time before he could barely explain the whole story of the imbalance in the income and expenditure of the treasury. This year, the two Huaihe area suffered floods, and the court exempted the money and food there. Nanyue and other places have newly entered the territory, and the old dynasties have disappeared, so naturally they can't collect the tributes they should have. In addition, the year of Shanghai Pass was not good. In the past, many merchant ships went to Tianjin and Jinshan to go to Haiti. Now, many of the sea cucumbers in Yongming City have gone.

The establishment of General Shu Li Ling, see the first volume. The taxes in the territory of King Yan were fixed, and the excesses collected in Yongming City were not paid to the court, resulting in serious loss of national customs taxes. In addition to deducting expenses, the treasury was still a little surplus, but the end of the year was approaching, and the "charcoal money" for the officials of the court and the opposition should be kept as usual. After leaving the "charcoal money", the funds needed in Wu'anguo had to wait until the commercial tax was paid in spring before paying them.

Zhu Biao couldn't help frowning. The national finance was only delegated to Huang Zicheng and others for a few years, so why did it become like this? Those merchants were also surprised that they didn't leave the customs nearby. Why did they travel thousands of miles to Yongming City in the far north? There must be problems here.

"Has the north discovered a new country? Why did the goods go to Yongming to sea instead?" Zhu Biao asked with a frown.

"Long live, Guo Pu, the governor of the Northern Six Provinces under the King of Yan, took advantage of the opportunity of our customs increase taxes in the past two years to build cargo holds near Yongming, but the tariffs did not rise but decreased. Now, it seems that it is cheaper to transport small goods to Yongming to sea, which seems to be cheaper than Jinzhou." Huang Zicheng's voice is getting lower and lower. The idea of ​​customs increase taxes was given to the emperor by him and Qi Tai. At that time, despite the opposition of the customs chief Zhu Jiangyan. Such serious consequences were caused, of course he had an unshirkable responsibility. "Not only the customs, but also..."
Chapter completed!