Royal study room.

The young Emperor Yongxing, with a solemn expression, was sitting behind the big case of laying yellow silk, listening to the report of the new chief minister, Qian Qingshu, a bachelor of Wuyingdian.

After Wang Zhenwen recovered from his illness, the imperial court internally recommended that after a fight between various parties, the position of chief assistant fell to Qian Qingshu, a scholar from Wuyingdian.

Still a royal party.

"There are many cases of bandits plundering noble families in various places. In Jiangzhou and Jianzhou, there were even cases where the people in the city colluded with the bandits, and cooperated with others to open the city gates and let the bandits into the city to plunder.

"Rough estimate, there are quite a few everywhere."

Qian Qian's love letter said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, please send troops to suppress the bandits, otherwise there will be chaos sooner or later. If we cannot stabilize the rear, the situation in Qingzhou will be critical..."

Members of the royal party agreed one after another.

Among the members of each party, half were silent and half agreed.

The gangsters who specialize in robbing the scholar-bureaucrat class have undoubtedly stung the nerves of the princes.

"Your Majesty, think twice!"

Amidst the loud shouts, Liu Hong, the censor of the left capital of the censorship platform, came out and bowed:

"The war in Qingzhou is in full swing. The imperial court should do all it can to help Yang Gong block the rebels in Qingzhou. How can it waste national power to clear out the bandits when the imperial court is short of money and food?"

"It's just a bunch of rabble, it's hard to make a big trend."

Former members of the Wei Party immediately agreed and supported the advice of Liu Hong, the current leader of the party.

Members of the royal party immediately jumped out to refute:

"A mob? Nowadays, refugees have become a disaster, and they are looting and stealing food. They are already a force that cannot be underestimated. If we leave it alone, the Yunzhou rebels have not yet reached the capital, and those refugee bandits have already descended on the city with infantry."

The two sides started to argue, and the meeting in the royal study room was also called the "Xiaochao meeting". Compared with the early court meeting, it was relatively loose and casual, and the argument gradually turned into a scolding war.

Emperor Yongxing watched with cold eyes. To this day, with Wei Yuan and Wang Shoufu dead and the other falling ill, the situation in the court is still one of two parties fighting each other, with each party joining in the fun.

He glanced at the ministers, his eyes fell on the minister of Dali Temple, and said calmly:

"What do you think, Lord Temple Minister?"

All the princes' eyes inevitably turned to the Minister of Dali Temple.

The Minister of Dali Temple is over fifty years old. There is no white hair between his beard and hair, and he is very well maintained.

"Your Majesty, I think that we can adopt a strategy to recruit peace to the refugee bandits, grant the bandit leader an official position, and let him lead his troops to Qingzhou to resist the rebels."

The Minister of Dali Temple said.

Emperor Yongxing was silent for a long time, and then said slowly:

"This matter will be put on hold for now."

After a pause, he said in a deep voice:

"The first line of defense in Qingzhou has been captured by the rebels. Yang Gong failed to deal a heavy blow to the Yunzhou rebels. Dear friends, can anyone tell me whether Qingzhou can be defended? How long can it be defended?"

No one answered.

Emperor Yongxing looked at the Minister of War and the Ministry of Hubu with a sullen face:

"Two dear friends, I asked you to mobilize troops and food to support Qingzhou. Is there any progress?"

The Minister of Hubu came out and bowed:

"It will still take some time, your Majesty, please grant me another ten days of grace."

Emperor Yongxing originally wanted to blame him, but after taking a look at the haggard appearance of the Minister of Revenue, he sighed in his heart and did not do anything difficult.

He turned to look at the Minister of War and said calmly:

"Zhao Junru, recommended by Xu Shangshu, gave me a tip yesterday, saying that he suggested that the troops supporting Qingzhou be led by him to attack Yunzhou by a detour and destroy the rebel base camp.

"What a rare general."

The Secretary of the Ministry of War was shocked. When he saw Emperor Yongxing smiling, his eyes were extremely cold. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he said urgently:

"I am short-sighted, please punish me, Your Majesty."

Emperor Yongxing ignored him and asked him to maintain his bowing posture. He glanced at the princes with an ugly expression:

"We don't have food and grass, and we don't have anyone who can fight. The imperial court has been raising scholars for six hundred years, but it has raised a bunch of people like you? Fortunately, the countries in the Western Regions did not send troops to enter the country, and they only harassed the Leizhou border.

"Otherwise, all the armies from the Western Regions would have arrived in the capital at this time."

At the end of the sentence, Emperor Yongxing shouted loudly.

The princes remained silent, knowing that he was complaining that the money and food preparations were not timely and that he could not send troops to Qingzhou immediately.

If the treasury has money, reinforcements will be on their way to Qingzhou by now.

During this period, the Ministry of Household Affairs was already collecting taxes and plundering people's wealth and anointing. This is what the imperial court would inevitably do during a war, and it has been the case in all dynasties.

Such behavior is accumulating public resentment and depleting national power.

If the war can be calmed down, everything will be easy. Once the imperial court is defeated, public resentment will return, and the country's fortune will be consumed in an instant.

"The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. The soldiers at the front are resisting with their lives. You have not prepared enough money and food for a long time. Do you know how many fighter opportunities will be wasted for the army?"

Emperor Yongxing cursed loudly.

The princes were still silent.

At this time, the clear light rose, and a figure appeared between the princes and the emperor. It was Zhao Shou.

He was wearing a starched white but meticulous Confucian shirt, with his gray hair hanging down casually, and his overall image was that of a down-and-out scholar, or an old scholar.

Emperor Yongxing and the princes in the court were shocked. They did not expect that Zhao Shou could "break in" into the palace.

"His Majesty!"

Zhao Shou smiled and bowed.

Emperor Yongxing composed himself and forced out a polite smile:

"The dean will not go to the Three Treasures Hall for any reason."

Zhao Shou smiled and said:

"The matter is at your Majesty's desk."

Emperor Yongxing lowered his head blankly and saw an extra note on the big case. He picked it up with some surprise. When he looked up, Zhao Shou had disappeared.

The princes looked at Emperor Yongxing, waiting for his explanation.

Emperor Yongxing unfolded the book, and as he read, his expression changed extremely vividly. First, his face was full of astonishment, then he frowned, and when he saw the back, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something surprising.

Then surprise turned to ecstasy.

"Okay, okay!"

Yongxing Emperor Long Yan was delighted: "With the participation of the Gu clan's elite, Qingzhou's urgent needs can be temporarily alleviated. Xu Yinluo surprises me time and time again."

The elite of the Gu clan? Xu Yinluo... All the people in the hall looked at each other in confusion.

Qian Qingshu's eyes flickered and he said:

"Your Majesty, are you happy?"

Emperor Yongxing did not answer. He looked at Zhao Xuanzhen, the palm eunuch under the throne, and said with a smile:

"Circuit to all the lords."

Zhao Xuanzhen took it respectfully. He was extremely curious, but did not dare to pry into the content. He respectfully handed the folder to the new chief assistant Qian Qingshu.

Qian Qingshu's expression was dull, but he was very fast in picking up the excerpts. He unfolded the excerpts and read them attentively. After a while, he took a deep breath:

"Liu Shangshu can have a good sleep."

Liu Shangshu is the Hubu Shangshu who has aged several years since the cold disaster and his hairline has moved several centimeters.

Hearing this, Liu Shangshu looked over fiercely and said anxiously:

"What does it say? Quick, let me take a look at it."

We are not of the same party... Qian Qingshu calmly handed the document to Sun Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice behind him.

Sun Shangshu read the book in silence, his face extremely complicated, showing both joy and sadness.

It's a pity because the boy who was once regarded as a thorn in the flesh is now an unattainable figure, the top master in Kyushu.

The book was circulated among the princes, and the old faces were either relieved or extremely happy. The most excited one was Liu Shangshu.

"Okay, okay, in this way, the situation in Qingzhou will be alleviated, and I can breathe a sigh of relief and have a good sleep..." Liu Shangshu almost cried with joy:

"Xu Yinluo can actually make the Gu tribe form an alliance with Dafeng. It's unbelievable, unbelievable."

There was no concealment of his admiration and appreciation in his tone.

The princes began to discuss in low voices.

"How did he get the Gu clan to send troops at such a small price?"
To be continued...