Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

Fu Youwen didn't rush to refute anything, but saw through Zhan Hui's thoughts at a glance: "So, Master Zhan is not reminding me, but hoping that when the emperor's thoughts are exposed in the court, I will join you in opposing the emperor?"

"Master Zhan hopes this decree will be aborted."

Zhan Hui's eyes flickered, his expression a little gloomy. But he quickly dropped the pretense and said bluntly, "Master Fu, are you truly content to live on that meager salary forever?"

Reluctant and unwilling.

This is Zhan Hui’s truest thought at the moment.

Of course, he wanted to be a good official and leave his name in history; but he also wanted his own interests and wealth - now Zhu Yunhuan had undoubtedly touched upon his fundamental interests, and most people in this situation... would first give up their reputation.

As the saying goes, "Fish is what I want; bear's paw is what I also want. If I cannot have both, I will give up fish and take bear's paw."

Fu Youwen was silent for a moment, then his hesitant gaze became firmer. He said, "Others certainly wouldn't be able to pull it off, but Your Majesty might not. If Your Majesty really did carry this out properly, when disaster strikes... you wouldn't even have anywhere to cry."

Fu Youwen and Fu Youde have remained strong from before the founding of the Ming Dynasty until now, relying on the four words "cautious and prudent".

Moreover, based on his intuition as the Minister of Revenue.

From last year to this year, he has been seeing and feeling the changes in the Ming Dynasty—it is getting better and better, and the people's lives are getting better and better...

Not only that, Xia Yuanji, Gu Pu... all the people who were studying "Economics" were working under him. Even if Fu Youwen didn't dare to ask anything easily without Zhu Yunhuan's permission, he could always detect some words and clues.

The Ming Dynasty was poor in the past.

The future Ming Dynasty may not be so.

When a dynasty becomes strong and prosperous enough, everyone will enjoy the benefits.

In addition to the psychological trauma caused by Zhu Yunhuan's CPU for such a long time, Fu Youwen also sees the future.

"Lord Zhan, I feel... the Ming Dynasty has changed, and continues to change. This change is undoubtedly brought about by the current emperor single-handedly. Furthermore, this change is extremely rapid and drastic."

"Your Majesty...is a man who is good at performing miracles."

"I'd like to give you a piece of advice: take care of yourself, Lord Zhan." Fu Youwen patted Zhan Hui's shoulder sincerely, as if warning him or reminding him.

Zhan Hui frowned and expressed his disapproval of Fu Youwen's words: "Master Fu, you are too timid! You are already worrying about something that has not even begun to happen."

"If we could make it so that even a single stroke of the character 'eight' couldn't be written..."

"Don't you have to worry about anything? Why worry about the fire burning you in the future?"

Obviously, he seemed unable to see what Fu Youwen saw, did not hear Fu Youwen's warnings and reminders, and even continued to try to explain and persuade him.

Speaking of which, he is actually much younger than Fu Youwen.

He rose to the position of the head of the civil officials at an almost rocket-like speed - his experience was destined to make him unable to let go of it all. After all, if a person can have such an experience, his utilitarianism cannot be weak.

Fu Youwen shook his head helplessly.

He sighed softly: "Alas... Master Zhan, you..."

He wanted to say something else, but when he saw the anxious expression on Zhan Hui's face, he knew that as long as a person has an obsession in his heart, it would be difficult for others to persuade him, so he swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Well, I can tell you that I will not join forces with the court officials to oppose your majesty's decree. That's all I have to say. I'm in a hurry to get home to take care of some things, so I won't waste any more time here with Master Zhan. Goodbye."

After saying this, he bowed to Zhan Hui and hurried to the end of the palace path. The warm and bright spring breeze blew the hem of his crimson official robe, and his figure gradually moved away and became smaller...

"Hey Master Fu..."

Zhan Hui wanted to say a few more words to win Fu Youwen's support, but even though he stretched out his hand and shouted, Fu Youwen showed no intention of turning back. Zhan Hui could only withdraw his hand awkwardly, frowning and complaining, "It's true that the older you get, the less courageous you become."

He let out a long sigh.

He retracted his gaze and suppressed his emotions, secretly calming himself: "Never mind, one more Fu Youwen wouldn't make much difference, and one less Fu Youwen wouldn't make much difference. From the imperial court to the local officials and scholars... few people would be willing to see what happened."

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On the other side, the Qianqing Palace.

After Zhu Yunhuan waved everyone off, he looked at the backs of the people walking away outside the door, raised his eyebrows with interest, and said with a faint smile: "This matter is really not going to be easy. We've just started in the Qianqing Palace, and some people are already unhappy."

The person he was referring to was Zhan Hui.

The night before he ascended the throne, in addition to immediately looking for the nobles of Huaixi, he also immediately contacted Zhan Hui, Fu Youwen and Liu Sanwu.

The king and his subjects have been together for such a long time.

They gradually became familiar with Zhu Yunhuan's style of doing things and temperament, and how could Zhu Yunhuan not be familiar with them?

What he proposed was nothing short of shocking.

Under such unexpected shock, even the most powerful people would find it difficult to completely hide their emotions. Zhu Yunhuan sat behind the dragon desk, looking down from above, and naturally saw some of the emotions that the people below inadvertently revealed.

Ma Sanbao, who was standing beside him, replaced Zhu Yunhuan's cup with hot tea and said with a respectful smile, "Your Majesty wants to do something, so what if others don't agree? It's just a way to death."

However, Zhu Yunhuan naturally didn't care about this - if he was afraid that some people would be unwilling or resist, he would not do this.

So he just complained casually.

Then he retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand and