Quickly pass through the troubled water: blackened by the scumbag and sick male protagonist Chapter 315: The Prime Minister’s Xiaojiao is a Black Heart Lotus 98
Chapter 315: The Prime Minister’s Xiaojiao is a Black Heart Lotus 98
Chapter 315 The Prime Minister’s little Jiaojiao is a black-hearted lotus (98)
The situation in Tianyuan Kingdom is getting worse and worse.
People thought that the famine caused by the snowstorm would be better in autumn.
However, the disaster relief funds from the imperial court were delayed, and coupled with the violent suppression by the local government, 100,000 refugees from central Sichuan finally revolted and headed north.
News of the uprising reached the capital, and everyone was panicked.
However, the ministers of the court have not seen the emperor for half a month. They have no imperial decree and can only watch the situation getting worse.
Finally they couldn't sit still anymore, dozens of old ministers asked for help, and forced them directly to the imperial study room, where they met Zhao Xuanyun.
After half a month of absence, the anger between his brows became heavier. Although his face was red, his eyes were full of depression.
He raised his long eyes, and his fierce gaze fell on the dozen or so veterans kneeling in front of the door:
"You are becoming more and more bold now. You entered the palace without being summoned. Do you want to force me into the palace?!"
The Minister of the Ministry of Finance is only seventy years old, with white hair, but his voice is particularly loud and powerful: "Your Majesty, the refugees in Shu have revolted. Your Majesty cannot just sit back and ignore it. The Ministry of Revenue has previously allocated 500,000 cars of silver.
But when it was sent to Shuzhong, there was only less than 300,000 yuan left, which was all life-saving money!"
Zhao Xuanyun frowned, and the irritation on his face deepened: "An uprising? I haven't received a secret letter about the uprising. How did you hear about it? Besides, do you dare to uprising? Just go and fight, just refugees from Shuzhong,
Is it worth being so afraid of you?"
Another person lowered his head and said: "The last general received a secret message from the border, saying that southern Xinjiang has a strong tendency to move northward in the past few days, and has secretly assembled hundreds of thousands of troops. I heard that there is also a 'ghost-faced general' in the army."
'You are brave and wise, and please Your Majesty to send troops for reinforcements as soon as possible to prevent any unexpected events."
Zhao Xuanyun sneered again and again: "Southern Xinjiang? What does it matter to a small and barbaric country? One of you said that an uprising in the middle of Shu needs to be suppressed, and the other said that there is an emergency at the border and that troops need to be sent. This is to prepare to send out all the soldiers in the capital to mobilize the palace.
Change?"
Several ministers quickly kowtowed and explained: "I never meant this!"
Zhao Xuanyun slapped the table and stood up, saying angrily: "I think you have ulterior motives, you——"
As soon as he was halfway through speaking, Zhao Xuanyun suddenly felt a ball of depression building up in his heart, and his head hurt terribly.
Seeing this, Jiang Lu hurriedly said to the old ministers who were kneeling on the ground: "Sir, you have also seen that the emperor is really unwell, so you should go back first."
The veterans sighed helplessly and left the study.
Jiang Lu quickly helped Zhao Xuanyun sit down: "Your Majesty, will you ask the imperial doctor to come and take a look at you?"
Zhao Xuanyun raised his hand to stop, and suddenly a white figure appeared in his mind. He moved his lips and said almost uncontrollably: "Go to the first floor in the world."
…
…
The rebels in central Sichuan responded to the call and occupied major cities almost overnight.
In just half a year, it directly approached the capital.
Only then did Zhao Xuanyun realize the urgency of the situation, and hurriedly mobilized troops from various provinces to assemble to deal with the arrogant rebel army.
Even the Zhennan Army at the border was transferred to the capital to prepare for emergencies.
The result was that the southern Xinjiang army easily broke through the border defenses, and the 200,000-strong army marched all the way and even captured the cities occupied by the rebel kings.
It's November again, and the capital has completely entered the cold winter.
Those wealthy and powerful people wanted to sell their belongings and flee.
But Zhao Xuanyun issued an order to close the city early in the morning.
Refugees from outside cannot come in.
People inside can't get out either.
The once prosperous Kyoto is now like a dead city.
Zhao Xuanyun has not been in court for half a month.
Those chattering ministers annoyed him.
Three hundred thousand Zhennan troops are guarding the Wei River. What are they afraid of?
Zhao Xuanyun was annoyed by the noise, so he liked to come to the first floor of the world.
The infinite scenery on the top floor is as brilliant as ever.
He firmly believed that Tianyuan Kingdom was still so prosperous and prosperous, and he was not afraid even if the cold winter came.
The sandalwood incense was flowing freely in the house, and Zhao Xuanyun lay down and rested his mind with a happy expression.
The door was pushed open, and Bai Wu, wearing a white cloak, walked in.
After she chuckled, she walked slowly to Zhao Xuanyun, stroked his eyebrows and said:
"Your Majesty, I heard that tomorrow the southern border will break through Ziyun City and reach the Wei River. Why is Your Majesty still staying here? Aren't you afraid?"
Bai Wu's voice was delicate and graceful. Zhao Xuanyun felt happy when he heard it. He grabbed her slender hand and asked, "Why should I be afraid?"
"Have you not heard, Your Majesty? There is an invincible Ghost-faced General in the Southern Xinjiang Army. It is precisely because of him that Southern Xinjiang came up so quickly. I heard that this man has excellent archery skills. Your Majesty is not afraid that this arrow will
Cum on yourself?"
Zhao Xuanyun squeezed her hand tightly and narrowed his eyes: "You are becoming more and more bold. There are so many people who want to die for me, and that arrow cannot hit me. Why, are you afraid?"
Bai Wu smiled tenderly: "Your Majesty is not afraid, so what should I be afraid of?"
As she said that, she withdrew her hand and touched Zhao Xuanyun's lips with her fingertips: "In that case, Your Majesty, please stay here for the next few days. The peach trees in the Taoyuan have been uprooted by slaves and planted with plum blossoms. It snows tonight.
Maybe it will open and it will turn red, so beautiful."
Zhao Xuanyun smiled and said: "Then I want to stay and take a good look."
…
As expected, it started to snow heavily at night.
The snow stopped early the next morning, but the sky was still gloomy.
Bai Wu asked Ruo'er to prepare a warm table and put it in the courtyard, and placed many incense burners, and then she invited Zhao Xuanyun out.
Zhao Xuanyun looked at the plum blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard and smelled the agarwood, feeling extremely comfortable.
All wars and uprisings are just clouds.
Naturally, there are frontline soldiers working for him, so he can just stay here and enjoy himself.
Bai Wu looked at his comfortable and natural appearance, the corners of her lips raised slightly.
Zhao Xuanyun.
This is the paradise I built for you with my own hands. Are you still satisfied?
He thought this place was a paradise.
Little did they know that hundreds of miles away, prisoners of war were filling the fields, and the war was raging.
In just one night, the Southern Xinjiang Army had captured Ziyun City and forced them to the Weishui River.
During this period, guards came to report the news, hoping that Zhao Xuanyun would make an early decision whether to abandon the city or fight to the death.
But Zhao Xuanyun didn't want to ask about it at all, and just asked Bai Wu to send him away.
Bai Wu stood in the corridor, looked at the gray sky, and sighed faintly: "I guess the Southern Xinjiang Army has already broken into the city."
Ruo'er hurried over, and she, who had always been calm and self-possessed, had a bit of panic on her face: "Miss, it's no longer possible. The streets are full of Southern Xinjiang's cavalry, and it's already a mess. You..."
Bai Wu raised her hand to stop her and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we'll stay here and won't go anywhere."
As she said that, she lifted up her skirt, walked through the snow, walked up to Zhao Xuanyun and said softly: "Your Majesty, are the plum blossoms pretty?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the front hall.
However, the walls of the courtyard were specially painted with soundproof material by Bai Wu. When Zhao Xuanyun was shocked, hundreds of soldiers in armor had surrounded the courtyard.
As soon as Zhao Xuanyun was about to stand up, an iron arrow came through the air, penetrated his sleeve, and pinned him to the couch.
Bai Wu's eyes moved slightly as she looked at the feather arrow.
