"Ask me what title I want?"

In Xu Qin's palace, Zhu Youjian's buttocks were not even hot, so Wang An rushed over and told Zhu Youjian his thoughts.

However, Zhu Youjian didn't have much idea about the king's title. The main reason was that the king's title he wanted already had an owner.

King of Qin and King of Zhao, two kings with strong martial arts, have been passed down to the country for more than two hundred years. King Yan is the king of his ancestor Zhu Di.

The title of King of Wei was somewhat bad because of Cao Cao and Zhu Wen, and the fiefdom to which King of Wei belonged was Bianliang, which was Kaifeng in the Ming Dynasty.

It was impossible for Zhu Youjian to compete for territory with the Zhou king's family, and Jining Prefecture, the original fiefdom of the Song king, was an important military town, and there were also people in Luoyang, the second place.

After all this calculation, Zhu Youjian couldn't get the title he wanted, so he wasn't so eager.

"Just tell the emperor to give it to you, I don't have any requirements."

Zhu Youjian said, taking out some pears from the fruit plate next to him to eat, but Wang An could only smile bitterly when he saw this:

"Your Highness, Fifth Prince, you'd better choose one, otherwise Banzai may not be able to sleep well these days."

"Choose one..." Zhu Youjian was eating and thinking, and then he could only say:

"I can't choose. Anyway, the national mourning is not over yet. It can be conferred three years after the national mourning is over."

"Just tell the emperor brother that unless the emperor wants to drive me out of the capital in a hurry, there is no need to worry about the king's account."

"This... this servant dare not say that." Wang An was ashamed. He didn't expect that His Highness the Fifth Prince, who used to look quite peaceful and timid, would become so out of touch after the death of the late emperor.

"Is there anything you dare not say? Just say it with confidence." Zhu Youjian took another bite of pear and explained:

"By the way, don't forget to tell the emperor that the Ministry of Industry wants the imperial mausoleum to cost 1.5 million taels of silver."

"I took a look. If I did it myself, I should be able to save hundreds of thousands of taels."

"When the time comes, I'll ask Cheng'en to deliver the money. You tell the emperor to remember to collect it."

"I guarantee that the Royal Horse Supervisor's money will be doubled next year."

"Well... that slave has resigned." Seeing that Zhu Youjian really didn't know what title he wanted, and he also said some things that might make Zhu Youxiao happy, Wang An stopped bothering him and saluted him.

Then he turned around and left.

But after he left, Zhu Youjian took off his shoes and went to the bed, eating pears while waiting for Wang Chengen to pass on the pickles.

After waiting for less than a quarter of an hour, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and then saw Wang Chengen holding a whisk, Cao Huachun following him, and more than a dozen scribes from Nanzhen Fusi Jinyiwei.

"Your Highness is a thousand years old..." Everyone saluted in unison.

"You're all here? Let's take care of these things first."

Zhu Youjian raised his chin toward the brochure he took from the Ministry of Industry, and the dozen or so Jinyi guards from Nanzhen Fusi also immediately started taking action.

They divided the more than thirty books into two books each and classified them according to categories. Then they knelt on the ground and prepared to settle accounts with a blank book and writing pen.

However, when Zhu Youjian saw them kneeling down to settle accounts, he frowned slightly and said:

"Cheng'en, call some people and move some tables and chairs for them. How can you ask people to do things on their knees?"

"Your servant accepts your order." Wang Cheng'en heard what Zhu Youjian said and quickly agreed. Cao Huachun also turned around and asked some eunuchs from Xuqin Palace to bring in tables, chairs and benches.

"Thank you, Your Highness. Your Highness is a thousand years old." More than a dozen royal guards returned the greetings, and Zhu Youjian nodded slightly, and then said:

"Ask the chef in the East Palace to get some iced drinks and food, and feed them before they start working."

"Yes..." Wang Chengen responded, and Cao Huachun quickly asked people to do things.

Not long after, Zhu Youjian's meal was presented first.

Seeing this, Cao Huachun quickly announced the name of the dish: "Today's dinner, shrimps with pepper and vinegar..."

"Garlic and vinegar white blood soup, steamed fresh fish, five-flavor steamed gluten, silk goose powder soup, minced pepper mutton, Siamese fragrant rice, tea, four dishes, two soups and one tea."

After Cao Huachun finished naming the dishes, four large and small dishes, two soups and one tea were placed on the small table on the couch.

I have to say that in terms of food, the royal family of the Ming Dynasty had quite a lot of food.

The dishes in front of Zhu Youjian were already on a national funeral scale. If it were ordinary, it would normally be ten dishes, five soups and two teas.

However, Zhu Youjian couldn't finish the meal. After the dishes were served, he began to eat slowly, while next to him was the sound of Jin Yiwei flipping through books.

After a while, Lu Wenzhao also rushed over, in a hurry. He must have just returned from his errand at Jinshen Palace.

"Cheng'en, please add some bowls and chopsticks. Lu Wenzhao, please sit across from me."

When Zhu Youjian saw him coming, he asked Wang Chengen to bring him a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and simply asked Lu Wenzhao to eat with him.

"Your Highness, you would never dare to take such a humble position..."

When Lu Wenzhao heard what Zhu Youjian said, he quickly stopped Wang Chengen and said:

"How can I have a meal with His Highness in my humble position? If an official from outside the court finds out, he will most likely be impeached."

"That's okay." Seeing this, Zhu Youjian did not force himself and greeted Wang Chengen:

"Bring him a table and chairs, and ask the chef to prepare four dishes and one soup."

"My slave, take your orders..." Seeing this, Wang Cheng'en signaled to Cao Huachun who was beside him. Cao Huachun also called the little eunuch at the door to go and do something.

After the tables and chairs entered the hall, Lu Wenzhao sat down uneasily, and then saluted Zhu Youjian as he sat down:

"Your Highness, Nanzhen Fusi has been filled up with menial positions, a total of 600 people, and there are still about 3,000 people in the local area. We should be able to replace them all with ours in three months."

"Well..." Zhu Youjian responded from time to time while eating, and Lu Wenzhao also continued:

"Today, in the Wenhua Palace, the imperial censor Wang Anshun commented on Li Kezhuo's mistake in taking the medicine. Sun Shenxing, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, Zou Yuanbiao, the censor of Zuodu, and many other officials impeached Cui and Li for using the wrong medicine.

"

"What about the follow-up?" When Zhu Youjian heard that the Hongwan case started, he also stopped the chopsticks in his hand, while Lu Wenzhao continued to explain:

"Censor Wang Anshun believed that the late emperor's veins were strong and powerful, apparently because the pills brought into the palace were poisonous, so Long Live ordered Luo Sigong, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, and Zhang Wenda, the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, to investigate Li Kezhuo's taking of the pills."

"The Ministry of Punishment designated the case as a "red pill" case, and the chief minister of the cabinet, Mr. Fang Ge, after discussing with the ministers, presented the selection of the reign name to Long Live."

"After careful consideration, Long Live decided to take the throne as emperor in three days, and then issued an edict to pardon the world, making next year the first year of the Apocalypse."

Lu Wenzhao finished speaking, and Zhu Youjian breathed a sigh of relief after listening.

The reign name of my good imperial brother is still Tianqi, and the Hongwan case has not changed much, so the result is still good.

Thinking like this, Zhu Youjian said to Wang Chengen next to him:

"About the Hongwan case, please tell Brother Huang and let Lu Wenzhao go and investigate."

As he said that, he looked at Lu Wenzhao and said, "You don't need to investigate any cases, just pay attention to the house confiscation."

"Those people under Luo Sigong have dirty hands and feet. You, Nanzhen Fusi, are in charge of the discipline of the Jinyiwei. Don't let others take money from the imperial court under your nose."

"I understand my humble position." Lu Wenzhao nodded heavily, while Zhu Youjian looked at the Jinyi guards beside him who had been calculating the accounts for nearly half an hour, and couldn't help but say:

"How's it going? The texture of the materials used by the Ministry of Industry is based on the folk materials. How much should the materials cost?"

Seeing Zhu Youjian asking, a Jin Yiwei who was responsible for checking the material account book stood up and saluted:
Chapter completed!