[At 7:00 pm on September 15th, the 20th year of Emperor Taizong’s reign, the crown prince ran away, and the emperor followed him. He chased him and he could not escape even if he had wings.]

Zhang Sheren pinched his philtrum hard.

There is no way to escape even if he has wings. The one chasing him so hard that he is almost out of breath is not the emperor, but a ghost.

The prince is indeed still young. He runs very fast and the old emperor can't keep up with him at all.

But the old emperor had a cheat, and the Dragon Scale Guards captured the prince in no time.

Zhang Sheren: It’s really impossible to escape even if you have wings.

"Dad, Father, Father, you can't be like this, ah!"

"You, what?"

I haven't fought yet.

The old emperor was so angry that he blew his beard and waved his hand to pull the prince to his Purple Palace.

Although he was angry, he still knew his limits.

Face should still be given to the prince, even though he himself does not want it, but as his father, he has to pay attention.

So it is not good to spank the prince in front of all the ministers, but there is nothing wrong with spanking him in his own Purple Palace.

So after the court session ended, many people still did not leave.

Nonsense, the royal fun is the best.

Shen Zhiyi stood hesitantly outside the Zichendian store, listening to the chaotic screams inside.

Pick up the pen happily.

[Hehe, on September 15th, the 20th year of Emperor Taizong’s reign, at 7:00 p.m., the emperor, for unknown reasons, violently beat up the crown prince, demonstrating the deep affection between father and son.]

The prince cried and bit his handkerchief and whispered, "Where is the affection at all?"

The old emperor felt something was wrong as he listened: Why does it feel like I am moody?

But that’s not important. What’s important is this brat.

"Tell me, please tell me, are these letters written by you?"

The prince laughed awkwardly and said, "I didn't expect that this letter was addressed to you, my father. If I knew, I would definitely not write this letter."

"Oh, your woman is writing letters to other men right in front of you, and you're helping her write them!"

[The prince is really talented in writing. There is a beautiful man. I miss him very much.]

Shen Zhiyi's voice is deafening.

When the old emperor thought about the officials in the capital hearing all this, he tore at the pieces of paper in his hand.

"Your handwriting is like dog crawling, and your writing is like your missing teeth. After returning from the disaster relief work in Jiangnan, your handwriting has not been neatened, and your writing style has not been improved. You are not allowed to leave the East Palace."

The prince was not convinced: "Dad, why do you think it's well written when it's written by your son Liang Di, but not mine? Dad, you have to treat everyone equally."

"You are the prince."

"Then I don't want my son anymore."

"You are the prince."

"I don't want my son anymore."

"You are the prince."

…

"My son wants it."

In the end, the prince left with gritted teeth, received the imperial edict and prepared to go to Jiangnan to provide disaster relief, but then the embarrassment happened.

[On September 15, the 20th year of Emperor Taizong’s reign, at 3 p.m., the emperor summoned all the ministers to discuss the drought in the south of the Yangtze River, because there was no money to spend and countless lives to lose.]

Such honest words, but is it really okay to just write them down in the diary?

The Minister of Revenue wiped his tears and said in a heavy tone: "Your Majesty, the treasury is empty."

"You are in charge of the money, so you figure it out."

Minister of Revenue: ...

[What a miserable Minister of Revenue, what an unscrupulous boss. ]

[When will these unscrupulous superiors understand that some things cannot be made out of stone by just one word from you. They think they are Sun Wukong.]

Although he didn't know who Sun Wukong was, the Minister of Revenue also understood that Shen Zhiyi was speaking for him.

"Your Majesty, the previous dynasty was arrogant and extravagant, with numerous heavy taxes. Since the establishment of Daye, most of the taxes for the people have been exempted. The country is also in a state of disrepair and needs to be rebuilt. There are places to spend money everywhere. The income is not enough to cover the expenditure, and the treasury is empty."

The old emperor was puzzled and asked, "We have been saving for more than 20 years, why are we still short of money?"

Which emperor was as frustrated as him? He lived in the palace left over from the previous dynasty, used the carriages left over from the previous dynasty, and ate, uh, this was his own.

Since Daye was poor, he set an example and encouraged the whole country to be frugal.

This frugality lasted for more than twenty years.

[Tsk, money is not something you can save. I've never heard of anyone getting rich by saving money.]

Old Emperor: “…”

"So what do you think we should do? We can't just ignore the victims in the disaster area."

The old emperor had a headache as he had to provide disaster relief and fight against corrupt officials.

The Minister of Finance hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, how about we forget about the Grand Canal for now?"

"Fuck you!"

The Minister of Works felt like he had been stepped on by someone's tail.

"Your Majesty, please don't listen to him. From a long-term perspective, once the Grand Canal is opened, connecting the economic zones in the north and south, Daye's future development will only be more prosperous."

"Only temporarily."

"Not for the time being. If we delay for an hour, we will lose a lot of money in the future."

The Minister of Revenue was angry: "So, Minister Wang means that you don't care about the lives of the victims in the disaster area?"

"Of course not."

"Then what do you say about the money?"

"have no idea!"

Old Emperor: “…”

The prince was happily eating melon seeds and almost laughed out loud.

After being glared at by his father, he became obedient.

The prince clapped his hands and asked, "How much silver can the treasury take out?"

"If we reduce expenses in many aspects, we can collect 30,000 taels of silver at most."

[Oh my god, such a big country can only come up with 30,000 taels of silver for disaster relief. It's really laughable to tell others about it.]

Everyone: Sometimes you can be more tactful and not be so direct. They don’t care about their face!

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