big master, big liar

Ever since Lu Qishang went out excitedly that day, the cabinet in the court hall was transformed into nothing but Song Xuan's Zhaixing Pavilion became another small cabinet instead.

The top floor of the Zhaixing Pavilion is very large, and Song Xuan only lived in one of them. Now Lingsao opened up a spacious inner hall, arranged a few papers and pens, and used it as another cabinet.

There are not many people involved, but they can still pretend.

Apart from Ji Yunxi, Song Xuan, and Lu Qishang, there were also Wen Chaoci, Fang Qiutang, and Ji Ni who was followed by Wen Feng.

Sometimes Zhu Yang and Jue Yuan would come in, but they didn't participate in it, they would only come in to listen to matters related to the guards or Zhao Yetai.

The ministers of the cabinet left halfway, and the rest were silent, and all of them practiced silent meditation.The people in Song Xuan's place are all very daring, they dare to say anything, and Fang Qiutang is the best among them.

"You don't hurt or itch. What reform is called? Let me tell you, if you want to change the government at this time, the first thing you want to change is the old imperial calendar for officials to take school exams. Those who conquered the world in Taizu's battle are all Who? A reckless man, a butcher, a smuggler, a fortune-telling liar——Song Xuan, I'm not talking about you."

"The set of things left by these people to govern the country, what good thing can it be? It is riddled with holes, and it is ridiculous. It is a miracle that it can persist for so many years. You are good, holding it, and being a warning to the world. Woolen cloth?"

"If you want to change it, just change it transparently. If it doesn't work, it's fine. If it is done, Dayao's country can't tell if he can persist for a few more generations—"

Fang Qiutang was always outspoken, but now that he was really given the opportunity to speak, he became more and more unscrupulous, so shocked that Ji Ni covered his mouth.

Wen Chaoci's mouth could swallow an egg even more.

"What are you stopping me for?" Fang Qiutang narrowed his eyes and sneered. "What's the matter, invite me here, and don't even let me tell the truth?"

He was talking to Song Xuan, but his gaze went straight to Ji Yunxi.

But he didn't want to, Ji Yunxi didn't look angry, instead he was in a good mood: "Well said, you can continue."

Seeing that he had no objection, Fang Qiutang even raised the fox's tail and pointed Jiangshan triumphantly.

Song Xuan couldn't help kicking Ji Yunxi: "Hand."

Ji Yunxi then withdrew her hand from Song Xuan's thigh and coughed.

Song Xuan glared at him: "You are kind-hearted."

Fang Qiutang almost pointed at the nose of his ancestor surnamed Ji and scolded him, as Ji Yunxi seemed to be fine.

"He scolded for a reason," Ji Yunxi raised the corners of his mouth, feeling somewhat comfortable. "There are some old ghosts who have fallen into the soil on the left and right. What does it have to do with me?"

Not believing in ghosts and gods, disrespecting ancestors, Ji Yunxi's rebellion is really rebellious. I'm afraid that the ancestor surnamed Ji has a spirit in the sky, and he will be the first to kill this scourge.

Song Xuan rubbed him: "Then you should listen to it, it's up to you to make up your mind in the end."

"I'm listening," Ji Yunxi propped his chin, with a faint smile in his eyes: "I think it's pretty good."

Song Xuan asked him: "What's good?"

"These people are nice, and what they say is interesting." When Ji Yunxi faced outsiders, it was rare that he wasn't so cold and gloomy, but instead he had a faint interest. "Better than those in the cabinet who have their own ghosts."

Song Xuan looked over, and Fang Qiutang was talking about Lu Qishang's reform policy, but Lu Qishang's eyes lit up, and he discussed with him.

Wen Chaoci was scribbling on the sidelines, inserting a few words from time to time. It was rare that he lost that gentle face of a gentleman, but instead showed great ambition.

On the contrary, Ji Ni was on the sidelines, looking at Fang Qiutang with half admiration and half worry.

Without full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, without lifeless rules and exhortations, it seems that Ji Yunxi, the lord, has been thrown aside.

Such a scene will never be seen in the cabinet.

Song Xuan also laughed: "I also think that it is much better than the cabinet."

"Song Xuan, do you know?" Fang Qiutang didn't know what to say, and suddenly called Song Xuan's name.

Song Xuan was only focused on chatting with his own Axi, but he didn't listen to his words, he hesitated and replied: "What?"

Lu Qishang had a half-smile: "The national teacher probably isn't listening."

Fang Qiutang glared at him: "He's colluding with someone now, he's just a fool, he knows what the hell."

Instead, he asked: "I mean, how much silver is left in the national treasury?"

Lu Qishang came in from the Ministry of Punishment, and Wen Chaoci was Jing Zhaoyin, so he was really caught up in the question for a while.

Song Xuan was even clueless about the money and food. Fortunately, he had made preparations and pointed to the books on the wall: "There is a rough account, which was submitted to the Holy Majesty, but the detailed accounts are all in the account department, so I don't have any problems." There is a way."

Fang Qiutang took down the account book and flipped through it, complaining that the account book was written in a strange way and was difficult to understand.

Ji Ni was on the sidelines chatting with him from time to time, but in the end he was a few steps ahead of Fang Qiutang.

The huge number he read made everyone stunned for a moment.

"Where did... so much money come from?" Lu Qishang remembered that the account department said that the budget was insufficient at the beginning of the year.

Fang Qiutang frowned, and said after a long while, "Recently, I have an extra income——"

"Copy the house." Ji Yunxi answered.

It was only then that everyone realized that Ji Yunxi had indeed confiscated more than one family a few days ago, but it was bloody and everyone was in danger, so no one paid attention to how much money was confiscated.

In those aristocratic families, every white jade is a gold horse, and the fat ones are oily, and there will be no shortage of silver.

Fang Qiutang added: "There is still an expense that has not been paid out."

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "The Royal Tomb."

The crowd reacted.

Indeed, most of the emperor's mausoleums were built shortly after ascending the throne, which cost a lot of money. The Ministry of Household Accounting at the beginning of the year naturally included this item in the calculation.

But Ji Yunxi's year was full of wind and rain, and there was no peace for a moment. The officials didn't even get his marriage settled, so they put it aside for the time being when they couldn't think of the imperial mausoleum.

It's just that no one dared to embezzle this money.

Now whether they are reforming their methods or expanding their armaments, they really need money.

But if it is said that Ji Yunxi's money is used to repair the grave, no one has the courage to say it.

Everyone in the family fell silent.

But Ji Yunxi didn't care: "Who wants to spend money to repair graves? You can't eat, you can't drink, people die like a lamp goes out, after death, people are not allowed to steal graves and dig graves, you just use it .”

Everyone was stunned.

On the contrary, Lu Qishang hesitated: "This... the imperial tomb is always..."

"I'll only say it once," Ji Yunxi said calmly. "If you don't use it, I will use it to build a palace for my brother. I have already thought of the name, and I will call it Wanqiu."

What he said was so true that everyone dared not refuse anymore.

On the contrary, Song Xuan smiled and said: "If you are in a hurry, you can use it as soon as you use it. If you have silver taels someday, just move it back."

Lu Qishang reluctantly nodded his head, and it was considered that such a plan was approved.

That night, when the crowd dispersed, Lu Qishang and Wen Chaoci both came over and saluted Ji Yunxi respectfully, but Ji Yunxi waved his hand like chasing flies away and drove them away.

After the crowd dispersed, Song Xuan smiled and said to him: "The imperial mausoleum is always going to be repaired, but only for a while at night."

Ji Yunxi clings to him and acts like a baby, but her voice is firm: "I won't fix it."

"The emperor's mausoleum was built, and when I die, they have to put me in it according to the rules. I don't know how far my brother is from me." He moaned. "Song Xuan, even if I die, I will be buried with you."

There were only the two of them left in the room, Ji Yunxi's eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.

"it is good."

Song Xuan said.