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The emperor was awakened by a nightmare again in a cold sweat. In the dream, his elder brother, who was born with the same mother, sang the seven-step poem aloud. The ancient Emperor Dezong asked him sternly why he fought with brothers and sisters; in that dream, there were princes and grandchildren who had drank poisonous wine and bled from all orifices 12 years ago; Yici, who made a vow not to see each other until death.

Desperately, he took the handkerchief handed over by the maid, and wiped his sweaty cheeks slightly. After a long time, he sighed softly.

However, Zhang Bao, the vice steward of the Imperial Palace, was on duty last night. He was far different from the old man Li Shunde passed down by Emperor Xiaozong. He can also speak eloquently, and can play some folk tricks, especially Qizhou's characteristic tricks, to make the emperor happy.

Zhang Bao heard the movement in the inner room outside the hall, knew that the emperor must have woken up, hurriedly walked in, took out the two memorials that had been left in his arms overnight, and knelt down to present to the emperor who was being washed and changed by the maidservant.

Before the early morning court, there was a memorial handed over overnight, and Emperor Chunyou twitched his eyebrows, and took it for reading.

One is that Xu Tai, the censor of Huzhou, impeached Shen Xuzhou, the chief minister of Huzhou, and Yuan Jun, the chief minister of Xunzhou, for concealing the waterlogging disaster and not reporting it, and changing the river course with the pollution, so that millions of people in the two states were starving and displaced; It was the pleading letter of Han Ru, the Minister of the Household Department of Marquis Wu'an, saying that Shen Xuzhou's heinous crime was inseparable from his own teacher who taught by example, and he asked for a heavy punishment.

Huxun and the two prefectures are criss-crossed by waterways, with clusters of lakes and fertile soil. It has always been a rich land of fish and rice.People all over the world count on the farmlands and fruit forests in these two prefectures to get enough food. Now that the floods have breached the river embankments and flooded the farmlands, the year's harvest has been wiped out. The common people who rely on the lake to find rice grains, fruits and vegetables to feed their stomachs will also end up in a state of crying.

It's clear... It's clear that Huzhou's embankment was repaired and stabilized five years ago after the Ministry of Households issued a decree and approved the redemption. How could it be so vulnerable after only five days of heavy rain? !

Emperor Chunyou's complexion changed drastically, he tried to calm himself down, and glanced at Zhang Bao who was also trembling after observing his words and expressions: "When did you hand in the booklet last night?"

Zhang Bao bowed his head and lowered his eyes, his eyeballs rolled around, and said in a whisper: "The moment before the key is released at the palace gate, first Mr. Qin from the Ministry of Officials handed over a sign to see you, and then Mr. Han from the Ministry of Households handed over a sign to see you..." Looking at the emperor's expression, he swallowed his saliva and said, "Last night, His Majesty rested well for the first time in a thousand years. The slaves were afraid of disturbing His Majesty's slumber. Seeing that it was getting late, they left a note and asked the two adults to go back to rest first." .”

"Have a good rest?" The emperor sneered ambiguously, "That's great! It's said that the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Huzhou, Xunzhou and the capital can go back and forth in half a month if you go fast, which can be regarded as under your nose. But even so——Shen Xuzhou and Yuan Jun dared to lie to me because of the black gauze hat on their heads, the commanders and inspectors of both states dared to follow him, and even you dared to deceive me by trickery! A group of people will try their best not to Competing to be the first to whitewash the peace, how can I not rest well in such a prosperous age?!"

Zhang Bao's face was as white as paper, and he clapped his mouth and kowtowed in a hurry, hitting the gold bricks one after another: "Damn it, servant girl!"

Emperor Chunyou ignored it, waited for the leather belt around his waist to be fastened, straightened his complexion and strode towards Fengtian Hall.

The emperor was angry, and the blood flowed.

Emperor Chunyou sat high on the dragon chair, pointed to a bowl of porridge on the imperial case, and said calmly: "This is from Huzhou rice." So?"

Civil servants and military generals all knelt down on the ground with wat boards in their hands, silent like cicadas.

This sitting and kneeling lasted until noon, during which there was nothing to say, only for introspection.

After dismissing the court, Emperor Chunyou ordered the ministers of Jiuqing to discuss how to provide disaster relief, appease the hearts of the people, and punish corrupt officials in the Hall of Wuying.

Because of the great relationship, even if the ministers who have always been at odds with each other come and express their opinions, the same is true for the two powerful ministers, Qin Yan and Han Ru.

Minister of the Ministry of War Shen asked the exiles to move around to flee famine and seek food. He felt resentful, fearing that there would be chaos.

Han Ru, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, also remonstrated that stopping the boiling of soup was not a long-term strategy.

Qin Yan, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, not only advised thousands of people affected by the disaster in the two prefectures of Huxun, their families were destroyed and displaced, the imperial court should reduce and exempt taxes and send important officials to conduct on-the-spot surveys and provide relief on the spot in order to comfort the people.

The emperor nodded when he heard the words, stroked his beard and asked again: "Who do you think can take on this important task?"

After all, the whole hall was silent.

This is a hard job. The money, rice and grain have been allocated and transported all the way to the layers of exploitation. No one can guarantee how much will be left. The flood is so severe that the disaster cannot be alleviated and the people's hearts cannot be appeased. The people in Huxun and Zhouzhou may be full There is no place to vent grievances. It was not an example of officials who were not ordered to provide disaster relief tragically died in violence/chaos.

This is also a fat job that is not thankful. If it is done well, it will be promoted and rewarded. However, the on-site disaster survey shoulders the burden of reporting the disaster situation truthfully. In one body, Shen Xuzhou is not only Han Ru's disciple, but also Han Ru's face. If he ignores Han Ru's face this time, even if he gets promoted in the future, he will be in a difficult position.

Furthermore... This is still a case of doing a good job. If it is not done well, the official hat will not guarantee the head!

How could the emperor not know what the people in the hall were thinking, so he calmed down his will: "In Beijing, all civil servants and military generals, regardless of official rank, will draft a detailed proposal on relief, pension and resettlement within two days, and the best one will be selected."

It was night, the emperor first went to Fengxian Hall to offer incense to the ancestors, and then returned to the sleeping hall to look through the dossiers of flood relief over the years that had been submitted by the Ministry of Industry and Household Department. The exquisite pastries for the evening were also withdrawn. Only willing to close your eyes to rest when the cock crows, it can be said to be diligent in government for the people, and eat clothes and food.

The next day, he woke up groggy, went to the court, and issued an imperial edict to punish himself.

After lunch, he had to rest for a while. Zhang Baoli, who had become obedient after being scolded yesterday, immediately went into the hall and bowed down, saying: "Long Live Lord, please see Yushi Ding Maoshi for the sign."

The emperor rubbed his swollen eyebrows and waved his hand to invite people in.

Ding Maoshi is very old and his beard and hair are white. He first submitted the paperwork, then knelt tremblingly on the ground, and sternly reprimanded: "The prince of the Eastern Palace, the heir of the country, but his words and deeds are inappropriate, indulge in pleasures, indulge in so much that he doesn't know how to be vigilant, etc. The tribute rice is delicious and the fish and shrimp feed it, so you don't know that millions of people thousands of miles away are in dire straits?!"

It turned out that Ding Maoshi was worried about the disaster and walked around the East Palace when he was in court today. From a distance, he saw a group of maidservants running in a hurry, or bent over the rockery and grass, or stepped on the wooden ladder to lift tiles, or imitated the sound The companions searched everywhere, such a big battle was just to find an accidentally lost Chizhi!After inquiring again and again, I found out that this is an unusual thing that promotes weaving. It does not eat fish and shrimp unless it is tribute rice, it does not live in earthen pots unless it is an official kiln, and it does not fight unless it is comforted by soft voices.

After reading the memorabilia, the emperor burst into anger: "Order him to come! Order him to bring his 'Shenwu Great General' with him!"

Zhang Bao didn't dare to delay after hearing this, so he hurriedly went to the East Palace to invite someone. The East Palace is not far from the Hall of Martial Arts, but just in this short interval, people kept handing signs to see him. The emperor was upset and didn't see him. They are all references to the impeachment of Donggong.

Standing aside, Ding Maoshi had no intention of party disputes at all. Seeing that the timely memorial almost drowned out the imperial case, he suddenly realized that he had become an excuse for King Lu to criticize the Eastern Palace. The two sons who are suitable to inherit the orthodoxy are not benevolent monarchs who love the country and the people!Thinking of this, he couldn't help trembling his hands and feeling cold all over his body. Feeling hurt and anxious, he almost opened his mouth to persuade the emperor to follow the righteous way of the emperor after the selection of concubines, and he saw that the emperor's face was not very good. , barely hold back.

Not long after, the prince knelt down in front of the emperor with a clay pot in his hand and lowered his eyebrows.

Under the two phases, the truth is no different from Ding Maoshi's endowment.

The emperor slapped the desk hard and scolded: "Tang Yingke! I order you to smash this jar!"

The prince was slightly stunned, knowing that the emperor was furious, he didn't dare to say any more, and dropped the clay pot to the ground lightly with a look of unbearable expression.

This can't bear it for just a moment, and the difference between falling and smashing is only a word, but how much repentance and determination to correct mistakes are missing, and how many indecisive women's benevolence is added, which makes the emperor's eagerness to teach his son feel like He was splashed with several pots of winter ice.

The emperor collapsed down the high steps in a few steps, trampled to death the bewildered Zhu Zhi who was on the ground trying to escape, and then knocked the prince down a few steps away with one hand.Zhang Bao and other servants in the palace fell to their knees, cowardly begging the emperor to appease his anger.

At this moment, the prince broke out in a cold sweat. Regardless of the pain in his body, he stood up and walked to the emperor, hugged the emperor's thigh tightly, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Father, I know my mistake, I know my mistake!"

Such a cowardly and cowardly appearance, full of tears, was clearly afraid of guilt, which made the emperor even more furious, raised his eyebrows, and shouted: "Bring the horsewhip!"

At that time, the front hall came to report: "Your Majesty, Princess Yiyang is asking to see you."

The emperor smiled instead of anger when he heard the words, and paced around several times: "Good, very good! All of them are worthy of being my children!" Ding Maoshi's memorabilia just arrived, and after a while, his kung fu was like a mountain, as if he didn't know who it was. Why?How long has it been since the prince was summoned, and Yiyang has been able to rush from the princess mansion to the palace, and even his daughter dares to put people by his side?

"You are all clay sculptures and wood carvings, can't you? Bring the horsewhip!" The emperor's words fell, Zhang Bao didn't dare to be perfunctory, and immediately ordered someone to get the horsewhip, and he said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, princess..."

The emperor glanced at him coldly, and his voice was like Dongxue in the twelfth lunar month: "No see! Tell her to go back!"

The sound of lashing the whip through the air was endless, and everyone in the hall trembled at the sound.

The prince knelt on the ground and sobbed softly, two or three bloodstains were clearly visible on his back, which was only wearing a snow-white jacket.

Ding Maoshi already felt that the emperor was punishing him too severely in his anger. If he broke the crown prince, he might not be worth the loss. He was about to speak out to persuade him, but he heard a noise outside the palace. Come into the hall.

The emperor was only focused on scolding the prince, turning a deaf ear to the movement around him, waving his wrist and whip, and suddenly saw a rose-red figure pretending to cover the prince.

Rao raised her wrist to stop the whip, it was too late, the whip bit hard on Yiyang's right shoulder, the pain made her tremble all over, she clenched her teeth tightly so as not to cry out in pain.

The emperor flicked the long whip a few times in the air, whistling so loudly that everyone was frightened. He pointed at the whip again and raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "Who allowed you to come in? You want to be beaten too?!"