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When Yuan Weiyong saw Prime Minister Zuo coming out, he frowned impatiently and said, "Precisely."

How could Prime Minister Zuo not hear the emperor's displeasure?

It's just a matter of the common people. If he doesn't get involved, no one will get involved...

Prime Minister Zuo smiled bitterly in his heart and knelt down slowly. Thinking of the news coming from the south, his heart was heavy and his voice was sad.

"There has been no rain in the south for several months. The land is cracked and drought is raging. Rivers have dried up, vegetation has withered, and houses have been abandoned. The human suffering is unspeakable."

"People from Fan County, Nanyang County, and Dongshao Prefecture have begun to drag their families and families to flee in the direction of Kyoto, forming a stream of refugees."

"Fleeing refugees have now poured into Yu'an Mansion..."

Even though Yuan Wei was mediocre in government affairs, he was a little panicked when he heard the word refugee.

What made him anxious was that the refugees had already arrived at Yu'an Mansion!

If Yu'an Mansion goes more than a thousand miles north, wouldn't it be possible to reach Kyoto?

Yuan Weiyong looked ugly and asked Prime Minister Zuo: "Why did Prime Minister Zuo start the memorial at this time for such a big matter? Do you know the crime?"

When Prime Minister Zuo heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to slap Yuan Weiyong on the spot and call Yuan Weiyong a pig!

Didn't he say that?

Ever since there was a sudden flood in the south more than half a year ago, he had reminded the emperor that the flood would be followed by a severe drought.

He also asked the emperor to open a warehouse to store grain.

What did the emperor do at that time?

The emperor felt that the victims did not need to work or eat so much, so he refused to open a warehouse.

In the end, the granary was attacked by refugees and the food was robbed, and the emperor hurriedly sent troops to suppress it.

All the captured refugees were turned into hard labor, which also aroused the anger of small stockholders and caused some turmoil...

Prime Minister Zuo thought of the fate of officials who had disobeyed the emperor recently, and gritted his teeth and said sincerely.

"Your Majesty, now is not the time to hold people responsible. We should make arrangements for the refugees moving north as soon as possible. If we don't comfort them properly, there will be endless troubles!"

The expression on Yuan Weiyong's face changed again and again, and he angrily scolded the ministers present.

"What do I feed you for? Why can't you do anything?"

The faces of all the ministers were like dyed cloth, and they felt very aggrieved.

Prime Minister Zuo was about to make a suggestion, but saw Yuan Weiyong speak again.

The people he despised gave orders in a cold voice.

"We must not let the refugees continue to move north. They must be stopped outside Yu'an Mansion. I ordered the dispatch of troops and horses to suppress them!"

His eyes were sharp: "Any refugee who does not cross Yu'an Mansion will be killed without mercy!"

Prime Minister Zuo's heart skipped a beat, his face changed drastically, he didn't care about being punished, and he panicked and persuaded.

"Your Majesty, please don't. People's hearts are floating now, and the refugees are like trapped animals. This will only further anger the refugees and make them rebellious."

Prime Minister Zuo advocated appeasement, but he didn't expect that this would touch Yuan Weiyong's inverse scale.

When Yuan Weiyong was the regent in Yuan Zhen, he felt frustrated that he could not make the decision.

Now that he has finally taken power, he still has to worry about what those untouchables think?

Yuan Weiyong's face was as gloomy as water, and an inkstone fell from the dragon table.

Fortunately, Yuan Weiyong's accuracy was a little off, and the inkstone only hit Prime Minister Zuo's right shoulder. If it had been a little further off...

Tomorrow, the ministers in the main hall can go to Zuoxiang's Mansion for a banquet.

But Prime Minister Zuo was old and frail, and had suffered from mental fatigue in recent months. He was so hit by the inkstone that he staggered to the point of losing his balance.

He staggered back two steps, fell to the ground with a thud, hit the back of his head, and fainted instantly.

This time, the ministers did not want to get into trouble with the emperor.

Some of them, headed by ministers such as Shangshu and Youpu She, were all from Yuan Zhen.

They have already been ordered by Yuan Zhen to act in a mediocre manner and to flatter the emperor.

Now that I see Prime Minister Zuo taking refuge in the emperor and reaping the consequences, I can't help but curse in my heart!

As usual, when the emperor asked who else was dissatisfied, they immediately knelt down and flattered him.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"Your Majesty is wise!"

……

When Yuan Weiyong looked at Shangshu Zuopushe and others, he was one step ahead of them and thoughtlessly boasted about the emperor's behavior.

Suddenly one of them turned red with anger.

Bah, Shangshu, Zuo Pushe and others are becoming more and more shameless, and they are actually better at pleasing the emperor than they are!

For a time, there was not a single minister who was not trying to boast of being mediocre.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"The Emperor is wise and far-sighted!"

"The Emperor is wise and mighty!"

……

Facing the compliments and admiring glances one after another, Yuan Weiyong was particularly impressed and became deeply obsessed with them.

……

When Prime Minister Zuo woke up again, he saw familiar furnishings and knew that he had returned to Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion.

Thinking of the emperor's arbitrary and arbitrary orders to suppress the emperor, my heart suddenly jumped!

He got up with difficulty. No, he had to persuade the emperor to stop him.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang and the maid carrying the soup entered the room and saw the Zuo Xiang getting up with difficulty.

She immediately quickened her pace angrily, complaining and stuffing a pillow into the lower back of the Prime Minister.

He pressed Zuo Xiang back on the soft pillow without any courtesy.

The left prime minister's right shoulder was stretched and painful, and he couldn't help but hissed.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang glared at Zuo Xiang angrily: "You still know it hurts? At such an old age, why do you still rush forward without knowing how to survive?"

The left prime minister was scolded so much that he dared not speak, knowing that he fainted this time, which frightened his old wife.

I couldn't help feeling guilty in my heart, so I explained in a weak voice.

"Originally I didn't want to take care of it, but I can't just watch the world go into chaos and do nothing while the people suffer, right?"

Mrs. Zuo Xiang snorted coldly: "I asked you to switch to the emperor. Now you know what it feels like to suffer? If you want me to say this, you have to ask the prince."

Zuo Xiang frowned and drank the decoction, inhaling from the pain.

I don't know whether it was the pain from the medicine or the pain in my shoulder that made my eyes red.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang was shocked when she saw the old man with red eyes.

Although the old man is a scholar, he is strong-willed. When have you ever seen the old man become red-eyed?

She opened her mouth worriedly: "Old man..."

Prime Minister Zuo raised his head to suppress the tears, sighed, and patted his old wife: "I regretted making you worried this time..."

Although Prime Minister Zuo didn't say anything he regretted, his wife understood that the old man regretted betraying Prince Yuan Zhen.

If the refugee issue is left to the prince to handle, no, if the prince is in power, there will be no refugees at all...

Mrs. Zuo Xiang hesitated for a moment and then advised.

"Old man, why don't you go and see the prince? Although the prince looks cold, he is actually cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and he has the world in his heart."

Zuo Xiang was moved and hesitantly asked his old wife: "Do you think the prince will agree to clean up the mess?"

Mrs. Zuo Xiang had no idea, but she couldn't bear to see her old man working day and night but unable to do anything.

Instead, he got into trouble.

She encouraged: "Old man, how will you know if you don't try? No matter how bad it is, this is the result, right?"

Zuo Xiang smiled bitterly and nodded.

After making up his mind, Prime Minister Zuo couldn't lie down anymore, so he simply called a strong guard to pick him up and ride him in a sedan towards the direction of the palace.