As the atmosphere inside and outside the Wenhua Hall fell into a stalemate, all the officials of the Ming Dynasty were trembling on the ground, not daring to look at the emperor's livid face.
In deathly silence.
Half an hour passed, and the emperor was still standing outside the palace, while Zhang Juzheng, the first assistant, still had no intention of coming out of the palace to greet him.
Inside the palace.
In the silence, the officials walked very lightly, for fear of making any noise.
Zhang Juzheng, wearing a crimson official uniform, sat upright in the side hall, holding a wolf hair and writing replies on urgent documents.
In the strange silence, several subordinate officials wanted to persuade but did not dare to do so. In fact, everyone knew that leaving the emperor outside might not be the Grand Master's original intention.
He's just too conceited and doesn't know how to please.
But the problem is that the emperor doesn’t think so!
In deathly silence.
Until someone sneaked up to the window and looked through the window.
The window is empty.
At this time, the emperor had left angrily...
The officials also got up half-heartedly and walked back to their respective office halls without saying a word, for fear of being implicated in the embarrassment between the chief minister and the emperor.
It seems that in the ninth year of Wanli, the conflicts between the emperor, the chief minister, and even the entire cabinet were well known to everyone, and gradually became the norm.
Another quarter of an hour later.
Xiyuan.
Surrounded by a large number of guards, the emperor angrily rushed back to his residence in Xiyuan.
Shen Lie had no choice but to follow closely,
As soon as he entered Xiyuan, Zhu Yijun could no longer hold back the anger in his heart and cursed on the spot: "I'm an old man... I'm a common man, I don't deserve to be a human being!"
This curse is really frightening.
Shen Lie's expression became even more complicated. He walked to the door with a bitter face, signaled the palace maids and eunuchs to retreat further, and then gently closed the door.
There's no good in spreading the word.
Immediately afterwards.
Deep in the Xiyuan, there was a roar like an enraged wild animal. This roar was really frightening. When the emperor had finished venting his anger, he sat down on the dragon chair and breathed heavily.
His expression was like that of a trapped animal that had just grown up, eager to break free from the shackles of its cage, but unable to do anything.
In deathly silence.
Shen Lie saw that his anger had subsided a little, and then he stepped forward and said a few words: "Your Majesty, please calm down. I thought that a big disaster was coming. It is reasonable for the Grand Master to be worried and careless about etiquette because he is busy with official duties."
Among..."
He originally wanted to excuse Zhang Juzheng, but the Grand Master was busy!
But Zhu Yijun was furious, and when he heard this, he immediately roared: "Excuse him too... Shen Lie, you disappoint me so much... Get out of here!"
When Shen Lie heard this, not only did he not panic, he even responded respectfully: "Hey... I obey the order."
Then he bowed and stepped back, with an expression of relief, as if he wanted to leave here quickly, and there was a hint of joy between his eyebrows.
As Shen Lie began to retreat, he even began to fantasize in his mind that he would hand over the badge of Dongchang's prisoner to hundreds of households and resign from the official position.
Then……
He can then happily live his own life with Yun'er and Miss Zhang, and never get involved in the grudges between master and apprentice again.
Watching Shen Lie leave quickly, he walked away quite quickly and seemed very happy.
Zhu Yijun was stunned and now even more angry!
The young emperor trembled with anger and roared lowly: "Get back here!"
Shen Lie had no choice but to stop, turned around with a grimace, and responded respectfully: "Hey... okay."
Just don't let me go.
So the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Zhu Yijun stared at Shen Lie angrily, as if he wanted to eat someone, but after a short moment, his waist collapsed like a deflated ball.
He sat down on the dragon chair again and began to be in a daze.
Shen Lie felt that the heat was almost done, so he coughed lightly and said, "Your Majesty, I have a plan here, but I don't know if I should tell it or not."
Zhu Yijun said in frustration: "Say!"
As Shen Lie lay next to his ear and talked loudly, he expressed his thoughts, and then said seductively: "Your Majesty clearly sees that we can do this ourselves, and there is no need to alarm the Grand Master."
The implication.
The Grand Master has made it clear that he looks down on us and thinks we are in the way, so... let's show him some achievements!
At this moment, Shen Lie once again showed off his superb acting skills and asked seductively: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Zhu Yijun was slightly stunned at first, then his eyes lit up and he began to ponder: "Insects eat crops and poultry eat insects. It makes sense, but... where can we find so many chickens, ducks and geese?"
Shen Lie smiled slightly and said mysteriously: "Has your Majesty forgotten that I own a restaurant?"
It’s still a big restaurant!
So big!
Will there still be a shortage of poultry such as chickens, ducks and geese in the restaurant?
When Shen Lie said this, Zhu Yijun showed a look of enlightenment, and the little depression in his heart disappeared on the spot, and he happily rolled up the sleeves of his dragon robe.
"Yes!"
As if seeing a ray of light in a desperate situation, Zhu Yijun patted Shen Lie on the shoulder, his fat face filled with admiration.
“Just do it!”
The young emperor said excitedly: "What do you need me to do?"
This was what Shen Lie was waiting for, and he hurriedly said: "Without further delay, Your Majesty, please issue an order immediately, ordering all the restaurants in the capital to donate the chickens, ducks and geese in the kitchen..."
Shen Lie's eyes narrowed. He had carefully calculated that there were thousands of large and small restaurants, inns, and restaurants in the capital.
In this era, there were no refrigerators and no frozen meat. If you wanted to eat meat dishes such as fried chicken, roast duck, and roast goose, you had to eat them on the spot. Even chickens, ducks, and goose eggs had to be cooked on the spot.
To ensure that millions of people in the capital have enough to eat and drink every day, which restaurant does not have ten or eight poultry in the kitchen?
In larger restaurants and inns, it is common to raise hundreds of chickens, ducks and geese.
Coupled with the farmers who have cooperative relationships with major restaurants, it is not a big problem for large farms to gather hundreds of thousands of poultry in a short time.
Having said that.
Shen Lie suppressed the excitement in his heart and whispered: "I wonder if your majesty thinks of the villain's plan?"
Zhu Yijun was on the side and nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay, but with my decree, I will ask the shopkeepers and farmers to donate the poultry they have worked so hard to raise... Is this appropriate?"
Shen Lie was stunned for a moment, looked at the young master's worried face, and said hurriedly: "Of course that is... inappropriate."
I didn’t expect that our emperor still knows how to care about the people.
So Shen Lie felt a little shy and said softly: "If the emperor really doesn't want to force the conquest, then he can only give money."
The implication is that if your Majesty, you are willing to spend some money.
That's certainly better!
Zhu Yijun thought about it for a moment and then said resolutely: "I will give you a secret decree, and I will give you another five thousand... no, ten thousand taels of snowflake silver, just go ahead and do it.
Shen Lie felt happy and hurriedly said respectfully: "Your Majesty is wise!"
The matter is settled now!
After another moment.
The two of them met in front of the table, and Shen Lie looked at it with a smile. The emperor ordered someone to bring the box containing the banknotes and handed it over.
A box full of banknotes!
Then the emperor picked up the pen and ink, thought about it for a moment, and then wrote a secret edict seriously, and also blew the ink on the edict.