With a wave of Zhang Jianxiu's hand and a wink, the royal guards welcomed His Majesty into the official hall like stars over the moon.
Then.
Then he looked at Long Live Lord and sat down on the Grand Master's chair in the center without any courtesy.
At this moment, Long Live Master seemed as happy as celebrating the New Year. He stretched out his fat white hand again, picked up the thick list on the table and started to read it.
While watching.
The corners of Long Live Master's sparsely stubbled mouth turned up involuntarily, and he exclaimed: "Ouch...this...is really a big fish!"
Zhang Jianxiu stood aside respectfully and said softly: "His Majesty the Holy Ming... last night the factory guards struck a thunderous blow, arresting a total of 3,128 criminals and more than 180 officials above the seventh rank in Beijing.
, more than three hundred people were raised."
Not counting the scholar or other young Karami.
The words fell.
Long Live Master was already smiling from ear to ear, looking through the roster, he didn't like those seventh-grade sesame officials at all, so he went directly to the Yushitai.
soon.
Long Live Master seemed to have discovered something, so he slapped his hand on the table and shouted: "To pass on my will and lead people to commit crimes, it's him who is the younger brother of Yushi Qiao Yan and the son of Yangzhou's eldest son Qiao Xingguo... it's him!"
This is it!
Long live my eyes. According to Jin Yiwei's records, this guy was playing stack of Arhats with three first-class girls when he was caught.
With the shot of Long Live Lord.
The teacup on the table jumped.
Zhang Jianxiu's heart also skipped a beat. He knew that he would never be able to gain a foothold in the civil service ranks in this life. Now he, Fourth Young Master Zhang, was a complete traitor and a traitor to the country.
He gritted his teeth.
Zhang Jianxiu hurriedly said to his men: "Go and pick up someone."
They hurriedly agreed to the promise and hurried to the prison to interrogate the royal censor's brother, as long as he was not a fool or an idiot.
I knew that Long Live the Lord was trying to make use of the topic. I am afraid that the future of these adults and the families behind these adults is in doubt...
One emperor and one courtier.
This is right.
Zhu Yijun, who was in a happy mood, seemed to have had an enlightenment, and suddenly understood the mysteries of governing the country. Don't underestimate this small trick.
Small means go a long way!
Caught prostitutes from factory guards.
The nineteen-year-old Long Live Lord thought of the Beijing Chaos, those members of the Qi, Chu, Zhejiang and Donglin parties, who would bite each other like mad dogs whenever they caught the slightest mistake of the other party.
I also thought of the great rituals of those years, the palace transfer case, and the officials would not let go of any trivial matters in the Tian family.
No matter which palace the late emperor's concubines lived in, officials and officials would make a big fuss about it. This kind of thing has happened too often.
Those eloquent officials.
I like to use chicken feathers as arrows, but I don’t do anything serious!
That's why Zhu Yijun hated those officials who spoke highly of them the most in his life. He just suffered from the fact that he was too stupid and too loyal, so he couldn't compete with those officials.
So he had no choice but to hide himself instead of going to court.
But now.
Know everything, know everything.
The fledgling Long Live Master, after some planning by the factory guard, summed up the four-character mantra to punish adults.
These four words are called making a mountain out of a molehill.
"These people."
Long Live Lord crossed Erlang's legs and began to think of ways to use the topic. Those who should be demoted should be dismissed from office, and those who should be revoked should never be used again.
presumably.
The smoky atmosphere in the court will be much purified.
This is much more effective than the imperial staff!
"Hehehe."
Not long after.
As the unlucky censor's brother was brought in, he looked at a fat young man sitting at the top and gave him a scary sneer.
The Yangzhou boy trembled and instinctively tightened his legs, as if he smelled some strong danger.
Then.
The young man's insidious voice came from above: "May I ask your lord your name?"
The voice was full of majesty.
Afternoon.
outside the city.
The soldiers rushed to report that there was a commotion in the inner city. This time the factory guards gained a lot, arresting more than 3,000 people at once.
They are all wealthy owners!
Shen Lie smiled slightly.
How good is this.
If the emperor's relatives and adults all shed some blood, wouldn't it be easy to solve any natural disaster, man-made disaster, or military disaster?
Look back.
Shen Lie turned to his beloved wife again and said, half truthfully and half falsely: "This matter... depends on your father. How did your father come to the throne? It's nothing more than the words Zhong, Zheng, Square, and Straight."
Okay.
Your father is quite upright himself. He is not self-interested and only benefits others. Even after being the chief minister for so many years, he still doesn’t know how to protect himself wisely.
Like a teacher, there must be a disciple.
Your father spent more than ten years and worked hard to teach such a naive young emperor, who is almost printed in the same mold as your father!
Isn't this like being sent to your doorstep to be bullied by those arrogant adults?
"Why?"
Zhang Jingxiu was stunned.
Come back to your senses.
Immediately, his willow eyebrows stood up, he grabbed his small waist and walked over quickly, and stretched out his delicate hands to twist Shen Lie's ears.
"Hiss... let go!"
Shen Lie hurriedly said: "Don't worry about your ears."
After some fun.
Shen Lie then crossed his legs and muttered softly: "In ancient times, sages were often lonely, and only those who drank left their names."
Your dad.
Not to mention.
"A paper full of nonsense and a handful of bitter tears."
Zhang Jingxiu's bright eyes dimmed, seeming to agree with what her husband said.
In the silence of tacit understanding, Shen Lie began to think in his mind. Now that he had money and food, the whereabouts of the more than 30,000 disaster victims would be settled.
Next step.
By distributing the food needed to survive the famine, and quickly informing the local governments along the way, and sending people to help the victims return to their hometowns, Ming Dynasty's face can be saved.
"What a great Ming Dynasty!"
Shen Lie sighed quietly, Ming Dynasty still has some face.
At this moment.
Miss Bai ran in from the outside, looked at the lady in charge first, then looked at Shen Lie, bit her lip and said, "Sir... something happened."
Look at her slightly pale face.
It's not like being fake.
Shen Lie's heart skipped a beat and he whispered, "What's the matter?"
Bai Zhenzhen seemed to have encountered a terrible disaster. She gritted her teeth and said: "The food, the food shipped from Changping Granary... is mixed with sand!"
After the deathly silence.
Shen Lie suddenly stood up and shouted: "Let's go and take a look!"
After a while.
In the open space among the trees.
When Shen Lie arrived, the people who were responsible for escorting the relief food stood dumbfounded beside several carriages.
Each and every one of the honest and humble military children's faces were as pale as paper at this moment.
Silent.
He lowered his head and dared not say a word.
It was as if he had committed the grave crime of beheading and genocide.
Veteran general Bai Guangen was scolding these young soldiers.
"stupid!"
Are they all pigs?
When the grain was shipped out from the Changping warehouse yesterday, why didn't it be inspected properly? Only then did we discover that there was something wrong with the grain.
"Is this still clear?"
Shen Lie watched quietly from the side. Some of the bags of relief food he had just opened were moldy, some were adulterated with bran, and even mixed with sand and stones...
Think for a moment.
Shen Lie realized that his subordinates had been plotted by the stewards at Changping Granary, or in other words, the grain stored in Changping Granary had been stolen.