After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

The street in the sky is as moist as snow, and the city of Chang'an is immersed in the tide. The offices of all companies were wet all day and night, and even the officials, big and small, were listless.

"Ouch! My God, why is there a lump of mud here? Wipe it up quickly." Ling Shi, the governor of Zhongshu, ordered his servants to clean the corridors. "If the censor sees that there is a reason. These cold and cold people have not been around recently. If you want to do something, why do you care so much?"

The complaints just stopped. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Pei Jiaoran, who was wearing a light crimson robe and holding an umbrella. A smile naturally appeared on his face and he said respectfully: "Pei She is a good person."

"Yes." Hearing this, Pei Jiaoran responded and also bowed his hands. He walked slowly into the provincial public house.

After glancing around, Pei Jiaoran silently walked to his seat and sat down. Looking at the pile of memorials on the case, he frowned and sighed.

Sure enough, as soon as the New Year is over, all the companies have a lot of things to report and deal with. The pile of memorials in front of her all belong to the Ministry of Finance. She needs to put forward her own opinions on this pile of memorials, and then hand them over to Zhongshu Shilang and Zhongshu Ling for reading, and finally submit them to Jinshang.

He took the ink block from the book box and threw it into Piyong's inkstone, folded his sleeves and studied the ink. When the ink was completely integrated into the water, I picked out a purple bamboo wolf brush. Pick up your pen and read the memorial.

Halfway through reading the memorial, Pei Jiaoran pursed his lips and paused on the memorial. The memorial in hand is the Ministry of Revenue's request for supporting the country. In summary, it means that the national treasury is out of money.

Finance is the bloodline that keeps the country running. If the bloodline dries up, the world will be in chaos. Therefore, there is no room for errors in financial accounting. Every transaction must be calculated clearly, and even the earliest accounts must be recovered. The cycle repeats day after day, endlessly.

But now in the household department, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.

Even though he had a huge financial network, he was helpless in the face of the greedy embezzlement by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The only option is to put pressure on others, increase the amount of money collected, or create taxes in various names to add to the national treasury.

After thinking for a moment, Pei Jiaoran raised his pen to refute the memorial from the Ministry of Revenue. The taxes along the Jianghuai River are already heavy enough. If we increase the taxes, I am afraid it will arouse public anger.

Putting the memorial aside after reading it for the first time, Pei Jiaoran turned over a brand-new jade paper and came out to write the memorial. Even if she refutes the Ministry of Finance's request for additional memorials, there is no guarantee that others will think the same as her.

The fundamental reason why Zuozang is unsustainable still lies in the inner treasury. If the inner treasury is really used to support the emperor or the army, Zuozang will naturally not be stretched.

An hour later, Pei Jiaoran put down his writing. Looking at the memorial that was full of content, she took a deep breath. After collecting the memorials, I headed to the Li Zheng Hall in the drizzle.

Zhang Rang was not at the Zhengdian Hall today, so Pei Jiaoran entered very smoothly. When she came, Emperor Wei was sitting in front of the Buddha, meditating and chanting sutras.

He raised his head and looked at the kind-faced Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar. Pei Jiaoran licked his lips and said, "Looking at the kings of the past who believed in Buddhism, are there any people who can live forever without disaster?"

The chanting stopped abruptly at this moment. Emperor Wei put his hand on the young chamberlain's hand and stood up, turning to look at Pei Jiaoran who was not far away. He brushed the waiter's hand away and motioned for him to retreat.

"You are so brave." After looking at her for a while, Emperor Wei returned to his throne and sneered in his throat.

Hearing the murderous intent in Emperor Wei's voice, Pei Jiaoran bowed his head and said, "I am a humble minister who has something to say."

"Oh?" Emperor Wei looked at her with interest, "Bring it over and show it to me."

He walked over and handed the memorial to Emperor Wei. Pei Jiaoran stood aside respectfully with his head lowered.

The format of the memorial is still that of an official document, without any errors. Reading the first sentence, it is pointed out that all the young people's money is too much for the internal treasury, which is really inappropriate. If it was only for military use, that would be fine, but there is no war at the moment, and the money from the inner treasury is used to build Zhangjing Temple. It is even more inappropriate to give excessive rewards to Shence's army.

The memorial in hand lists many shortcomings in wealth. In particular, he put forward many suggestions for embezzling Zuozang's wealth in the inner treasury and using it as a source of funds for the imperial court. At the end of the memorial, he also wrote about his husband's wealth, the foundation of the country, the destiny of the people, and the importance of heaven and earth. In previous dynasties, the important ministers and leaders were selected, but they were still afraid of not gathering together, and they were often defeated. If they failed in a big way, the world would be shaken.

Emperor Wei put down the memorial in his hand and turned to look at Pei Jiaoran. He took a sip of tea and said slowly: "You haven't read this memorial to the Political Affairs Hall yet, have you?"

"Yes." Pei Jiaoran did not hide it.

"That's no wonder. You are very smart and know that this memorial is unlikely to be approved by the Political Affairs Hall. So you might as well come in person." Emperor Wei tapped his fingers on the table with a bad look, "But you seem to have forgotten that I am the emperor. "

"Wei Chen knows that His Majesty is the Son of Heaven. But the national treasury is not the private treasury of the Heavenly Family. There are many disadvantages in filling the inner treasury with money from young crops. Zuozang has no way to continue, and the three towns of Heshuo are watching with eager eyes. Wei Chen thinks that using five-foot eunuchs to establish the foundation of the country will bring great prosperity. If you are frugal and empty, you will not be able to measure the power of the world. I beg your majesty to please come out and think about it."

Emperor Wei frowned and said with squinted eyes: "The idea is good. But it is no longer a hundred years ago and wars are frequent. How can we follow the plan of supporting the country as it was a hundred years ago? People in Pei She do not want to be smart, but they are misled by their cleverness. , I will treat this memorial as if I have never read it. Please step aside."

After saying that, Emperor Wei threw the memorial into the brazier nearby.

The smell of burning paper entered his nose, and Pei Jiaoran pursed his lips. He bowed calmly and exited in steps.

It was still raining, and the rainwater remained along the eaves.

Pei Jiaoran took a deep breath, and a cold feeling rushed into his lungs. Then it spread to the limbs, and even the fingertips felt chilly.

Sure enough, she shouldn't expect that His Majesty would agree to let the Ministry of Revenue regain control over the expenditure of the internal treasury. Judging from His Majesty's attitude today, there is still a long way to go before the Ministry of Revenue can regain control of wealth.

After thinking about it, Pei Jiaoran raised his lips and snarled coldly.

Since it is impossible to start from the inner treasury, it cuts off another source of income for the inner servant.

After returning to Zhongshu and finishing the remaining memorials, dusk was already gathering. Only Zhu Mei, who was on duty, was left. After saying goodbye to him, Pei Jiaoran left.

The rain became heavier and the thunder continued.

Holding an umbrella and walking towards Zhuque Gate, she suddenly heard someone calling her. Pei Jiaoran turned around and was shocked when he saw Lu Zheng. The Lu Zheng in front of him looked very haggard, and he had obviously suffered a lot of setbacks.

"Thirteenth Master." Pei Jiaoran raised his lips and called.

Lu Zheng looked at her, his lips and teeth moving. He seemed to want to say something to her, but didn't know how to say it.

"Thirteenth Master, how can I help you?" Pei Jiaoran saw through her embarrassment and smiled: "It doesn't matter. Maybe I can help."

Hearing this, Lu Zheng waved his hands hurriedly, "No. I just haven't seen you for a few days, so I can't help but worry. I heard they said you were sick a few days ago, are you feeling better now?"

"It's just that I feel the cold. With such a big commotion all of a sudden, how can anyone in the company be idle?" Pei Jiaoran smiled slightly, "It's about to close, do you want to go out together, Thirteenth Prince?"

"Qingjia, you and I are traveling together. Why don't we go back together?" Li Xiujing rode up to the two of them slowly on horseback and looked down at Pei Jiaoran.

Peking out his eyes at Li Xiujing who jumped out of nowhere, Pei Jiaoran said leisurely: "No need. I have other things to deal with."

After speaking, Pei Jiaoran turned and left.

Seeing her walking further and further, Li Xiujing led the horse and walked slowly behind her.