Chapter seven hundred and fourteenth dagger biography
It's night, Prince Feng's Mansion.
"Your Highness, we can't let them go on like this anymore. Officials in several states are complaining, and people's complaints are increasing every day. I'm afraid that over time, Fengzhou, which we have managed for so long, will really be destroyed in their hands."
The speaker was the Fengzhou governor, who was in the room at this time, pacing slightly anxiously.
According to the plan, the eldest prince's actions in Fengzhou should have been reported to the capital at this time and caused a huge response. Counting the days, if we hurry up, it will take such a long time to get a reply.
However, the reply did not come, and the increasingly unscrupulous censor had an impact on Fengzhou City that cannot be ignored.
Facing the eldest prince's deliberate targeting, if we continue to sit idly by and ignore it, some irreparable losses will really occur.
Zhao Yi frowned slightly when he heard this.
This time, although the other party's actions in Fengzhou are also related to his personal grudge with the eldest prince, on the surface, it is official business. If he obstructs it, he will be blamed. Those censors have always been merciless when speaking.
,Can not be ignored.
Neither advancing nor retreating.
A look of helplessness appeared on Zhao Zheng's face, and he murmured: "Brother Li, Brother Li, you have given me a problem this time..."
The governor of Fengzhou looked at him and asked in confusion: "What did your highness say?"
"Nothing." Zhao Yi waved his hand and said, "Assassin Zhou, please go back first. I have my own arrangements for this matter."
The middle-aged man nodded and exited the room.
Zhao Yi walked over and was about to close the door when a sound like cracking silk suddenly came from his ears, followed by a "bang" sound.
He turned his head and saw a dagger thrust straight into the door until it reached the hilt.
A trace of suspicion appeared on Zhao Yi's face, he took out a handkerchief from his arms and held the handle.
Without much effort, he easily pulled out the dagger, which showed that it was an extremely sharp magic weapon.
"who is it?"
Zhao Yi stood at the door, glanced into the courtyard, and said loudly.
There was no response for a long time. He waved to the guard who was walking towards him, walked into the room, took out a few pieces of paper stuck on the dagger, and carefully placed the dagger on the table.
I don't know who can sneak into the palace and pass the message with a dagger, but I think the content above should be quite important.
"Contribution silver?"
When he saw the first sentence written on the paper, his brows furrowed.
As time passed, the expression on his face first became solemn, then confused, surprised, and finally turned into consternation.
What is written above is a system called "criminal silver".
As the name suggests, the content of this system is to pay for crimes with money.
Depending on the severity of the official's crime, a certain amount of money is exempted from certain penalties. Although this method can solve the country's financial problems in a short period of time, in the long run, corruption will inevitably become so prevalent that it cannot be suppressed, and the country will not perish.
Far.
What's strange is that these pieces of paper elaborate on the sins of Youzui Yin, quoting scriptures, and detailing several of Yuzui Yin's major crimes.
For example, using money as a substitute for crime will make the officials who pay the crime penalty more fearless, and the officials will become more corrupt. With the crime penalty, officials will exploit the people even more, and the country will definitely be in turmoil. Finally, using money as a substitute for crime will make the officials more corrupt.
If the guilty are not punished, the law will become ineffective, the legal system will collapse, and the country will perish.
Of course, what's more important is that it is written very clearly that the eldest prince is about to vigorously implement the crime-discussing silver system. This will simply encourage evil trends, promote unhealthy trends, and intend to destroy the Qi State.
The person who wrote this letter was originally a worldly expert who traveled around. He did not want to see Qi State destroyed in the hands of such a person, so he sent a letter to report and expose it, hoping that he could tell the world about this matter and let people know about it.
Everyone in the world will see the ugly face of the eldest prince.
Zhao Yi put down the letter, sat at the table, and tapped the table with his right index finger unintentionally.
If this matter is true, and the eldest prince really wants to implement this method of subjugating the country, he has a good reputation, so he does not need to care about the opinions of the censors and the capital, and the siege of Fengzhou can be solved.
The question is, who sent this letter?
How did he learn about this and how did he enter the palace?
No matter what, he would not believe the words of experts traveling around the world.
"Who is it?" Zhao Yi tapped his index finger on the table slightly faster and murmured.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Zhao Yi got up, walked to the door, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"I forgot something." After an old voice came, the door latch snapped. Zhao Yi saw an old man with a face covered and gray hair walking in, walked to the table, and put away the dagger.
When he walked out of the door, he glanced at Zhao Yi, casually inserted another dagger into the door, and said: "It was a bit dark, I inserted it wrong just now, I'm sorry."
Zhao Yi watched him walk into the courtyard, jumped up, and flew up to the roof, completely disappearing into the night.
"There are assassins, there are assassins!" There was a burst of panicked footsteps not far away, and countless figures were running towards this side.
"Your Highness, are you okay, Your Highness?"
"Where did the assassin go just now?"
"Catch the assassin, catch the assassin!"
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After a while, Zhao Yi dismissed everyone and asked: "No one was injured, right?"
One person immediately replied: "Back to Your Highness, only a few guards were knocked unconscious, no one was injured."
Zhao Yi nodded, looked at the dagger on the door, walked over, held the handle, and applied slight force.
The dagger didn't move at all.
Thinking of the old man's movements like cutting tofu just now, Zhao Yi asked: "Is there anything going on at the inn tonight?"
A man came up, bowed and said, "Back to Your Highness, the eldest prince summoned everyone late at night and seemed to discuss something important."
Zhao Yi nodded, pulled out the dagger with all his strength, and walked into the house.
"We will send double the number of people around here from now on."
Someone below bowed: "As ordered."
At the same time, at Fengzhou Inn, several people were kneeling on the porch tremblingly. Zhao Zheng pointed at them and said coldly: "It's useless. I don't even know that someone broke in. I have raised a bunch of trash like you in vain!
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It was another sunny day. Li Yi got up and opened the door. When he was stretching in the yard, a figure flew out from a room in the inn next door and landed steadily in the yard.
The sloppy old man looked at him and said, "Both things have been delivered."
"Where are the words?" Li Yi looked at him and asked.
The sloppy old man nodded and said, "That's clear."
When he said this, he couldn't help but look at Li Yi one more time.
Being able to praise the same thing to the sky in front of one person and demote it to the ground in front of another person are completely two extremes. I am afraid that only scholars can do this kind of thing.
Li Yi bowed his hand to him and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Xu."
The sloppy old man shook his head and asked, "When will we go back?"
"Soon, just for a while." After Li Yi finished speaking, he looked at him again and asked, "Why, does Mr. Xu have something important to go back in a hurry?"
The sloppy old man touched his arms. During the fight with the Taoist nun, a bottle of antidote was accidentally destroyed. It was worth two months. If he went back too late, his limbs would be stiff and his orifices would bleed...
After calculating the days, it should be in time. The sloppy old man shook his head and said: "Is there anything important I can do? No need to rush, no rush..."
