"You are so beautiful! Isn't Liaodong the territory of our Ming Dynasty? Are the people of Liaodong not the people of our Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at Zhu Song fiercely.

"Well, it doesn't take five to ten years. Five to ten years is too long. Three years! It will still be three years later! If you hand over the results to our desk, we will not only restore your annual salary, but also provide

If you encourage us, we will also increase your annual salary."

"We don't expect you to feed the people of Ming Dynasty within three years. Even if you make some good progress, we will give you a salary. Now the salary of you princes is 10,000 dan a year. If you

If you do, we will give you twenty thousand shi a year!"

The salary of twenty thousand dan was a lot, but Zhu Song couldn't be happy!

Dad, what's the use of your salary? When you die, Long Yu Bintian, won't it still be others who have the final say?

But having this sentence is much better than not having it.

"Then... we have made an agreement. If you promise your son to submit the results to you within three years, you will give your son a salary. You will have to write an imperial edict when you go back!"

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed angrily when he looked at his son.

"Where did you come up with so much arrogance to play tricks on me? If we can't issue an imperial edict, we still need your consent, right?"

Zhu Song immediately began to pretend to be pitiful: "Father, I am not trying to play tricks on you. Ten thousand dan in three years! Thirty thousand in three years. Even if the people of Kaiyuan really encounter a natural disaster or something,

Even if my son has a salary of 30,000 stone, he can do his best!"

"Without salary for these three years, no one will feel uncomfortable if it happens to me! I beg you, father, I beg you, just promise your son!"

The dignified King of Han, at this moment, was hugging Zhu Yuanzhang's thigh tightly like a scoundrel dog and not letting go, making Zhu Yuanzhang angry and laughing at the same time.

"Okay, okay, I just promise you. After we go back, we will write an imperial edict. Within three years, the court will not care about your salary. After three years, you hand in the results, and you will get twenty thousand dan a year. If you can't study

The result is just 10,000 yuan a year, so this is still the same as before, right?"

"Okay! That's okay!"

Zhu Song laughed and got up from the ground.

Zhu Yunwen looked at Uncle Twenty and smiled and said nothing, but he also cared about Uncle Twenty in his heart. It was true that Uncle Twenty was very important to the king and his ministers, but he was not an easy character to fool.

After Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Yunwen stayed in Kaiyuan for a few days, they set off back to Yingtian Mansion.

Zhu Song spent a lot of effort to get some very precious mountain products, such as the best tiger skins, the best bear skins, the best deer antlers, and the extremely rare ginseng, and packed them all for his father to take.

Went back.

As for the South China Sea coral, the South China Sea Jade Guanyin, and the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, they were originally taken out of the palace to trap Zhu Song. How could these things be left to Zhu Song without giving him anything to talk about?

This is pretty good.

Watching the emperor Luan Jia go away little by little until he disappeared, Zhu Song sighed.

"Old Cao, come back to the palace with me. Didn't you always ask me before why I wanted to hide it from the court? This time I will tell you."

After hearing this, Cao Qinghe quickly responded.

Don't tell me that after the emperor returned to the capital, the atmosphere in the palace has not been so relaxed and happy for a long time.

Lao Cao sat spread out on the chair, looking at Zhu Song's worried look, remembering what the prince said to him outside the city, and quickly sat up straight.

"Your Majesty, what do you want to tell me?"

Zhu Song came to his senses.

"Before, I have been unwilling to report the true situation in Liaodong to the emperor. In fact, I do not only care about this food."

"What this king really cares about is, if one day the current emperor, Long Yu, is buried in the funeral sky, how will we, Liaodong, deal with ourselves?"

Cao Qinghe was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly got up and closed the doors and windows.

"Your Majesty, please don't say this casually. To put it lightly, this is disrespectful. To put it seriously, it would be enough to put the Prince in jail!"

Zhu Song did not reply, but kept staring at Lao Cao.

Cao Qinghe looked at the prince's eyes and sighed.

"But what the prince said is correct. This kind of thing should really be considered. But hasn't our Ming Dynasty already established a crown prince? Why should the prince be so cautious? Just fulfill your duties as a minister and treat the emperor's grandson!

"

"If it were so simple, why should I be so worried? You must not reveal what the two of us are going to say next. If you reveal it, it will be a disaster at best, and at worst..."

Cao Qinghe was 120 loyal to Zhu Song! He himself was an official sent to Liaodong.

This bitter cold place is not a good official position. If you have some connections in the court, you will not be able to come here.

When you come to Liaodong, you come to Liaodong, but there is still not enough food to eat. The people are so hungry that they are miserable, just like the grass growing out of the cracks in the stones on the roadside.

If His Highness the King of Han had not been sent to Liaodong from heaven, the current people of Liaodong would have been living in unspeakable misery.

This also includes Cao Qinghe. Cao Qinghe understands very well that following His Highness the King of Han, he enjoys the hot and spicy food, so he must do his best when it is time to do so!

Cao Qinghe solemnly knelt down and swore: "Your Highness, please rest assured. What you say here today will reach your ears. If you let out a word, I will be struck by five thunders from heaven, and you will never be reincarnated!"

"

The ancients were very superstitious, and being able to swear to this extent was enough to prove Lao Cao's loyalty.

Zhu Song nodded: "Get up, Old Cao, with your words, I will feel relieved!"

"I just want to ask you that if the grandson comes to power after the emperor dies, and he wants to reduce the vassalage, how should we deal with it?"

"Cutting the feudal clan?"

Lao Cao realized the seriousness of the problem. If this kind of thing is not handled well, I am afraid that the Eight Kings Rebellion will really happen like the Sima family and the Jin Dynasty.

At that time, the land of China was in chaos because of the Eight Kings, and then the Five Huns disrupted China. The entire land of China went through a full three hundred years of chaos.

If the grandson really wants to cut down the vassals after he ascends the throne, the Ming Dynasty may fall into chaos like the Jin Dynasty.

It turns out that the prince has such a far-sighted vision and has already thought of the troubles that will come after his grandson ascends the throne.

"If we really want to cut down the vassal, as ministers, I am afraid there is no other way to save ourselves. It is better for His Highness to express his kindness to the grandson as soon as possible. Only in this way can we not fall into an extremely dangerous situation after the grandson ascends the throne.

Among them!"

Zhu Song smiled and said something that shocked Cao Qinghe even more.

"What if someone is dissatisfied with the reduction of vassal status and wants to rebel?"

When Cao Qinghe heard this, he thought that King Han was determined to rebel. He was so frightened that he fell to his knees again, opened his eyes and begged bitterly.
Chapter completed!