Startled Meng

It has already entered spring, but the little red buds on the branches are slow to open, and the leaves are not green enough. One can tell that it is a symptom of water shortage.

The grass and trees are still like this, but the farmers waiting to be plowed are even more important.

If it weren't for the drought-stricken Yanshan area to send a letter to Beijing, but looking at the prosperous scene in Ye City, no one would have imagined that the people thousands of miles away are suffering.

The peaceful scene in the city is really confusing, Yan Cijing sat in the carriage, listening to the joyful cries outside the carriage, and suspected that the severe drought in Yandi was a rumor.

Xu Shi's yelling was a little exaggerated, Yan Cijing glanced at it, and he was sure that the one who was yelling in the store was the charcoal fire that was involved in the charcoal fire shop a while ago and was arrested by the government. shop shopkeeper.

It was released unharmed?

Why didn't Yu Fangzhi tell him that the matter was resolved?There is also the bank note that Yu Fangzhi pulled out from Yu Fangzhi's arms yesterday, he was distracted by Yu Fangzhi before he came to ask urgently, and he forgot it after the nonsense was over.

That's all, it's best to have nothing to do, let's talk about the rest when we go home.

Yan Cijing lifted the curtain and got out of the car, and walked slowly towards the palace gate in a bright red court dress.

Yan Cijing's entry into the palace is not casual, he had already signed up for the paperwork earlier and invited him to leave the capital, and today he received the emperor's order to enter the palace to face the saint, but the emperor is very busy with all kinds of affairs, so he can only wait for the emperor to remember and summon him Only then can he enter the royal study.

Hearing that the emperor, Tai Tuo and others were discussing matters, Yan Cijing was thinking about going to the side hall to wait first, when he saw Pei Yuantang walking over with a smile.

Now that Pei Yuantang is on duty in the Imperial Academy, his blue official robes make him more stable, and he is no longer the ambitious scholar who rushed to the exam last year, Yan Cijing smiled and nodded.

Holding two volumes of books, Pei Yuantang trotted over, greeted "Master Yan" respectfully according to the palace rules, followed him and asked, "Master Yan, do you still want to review the book for His Highness the Second Highness?"

Yan Cijing shook his head: "I'm going back to Jiangling."

Pei Yuantang froze for a moment, and said, "So fast?"

Seeing that he was overly surprised, Yan Cijing felt a little strange, and was about to ask, when Pei Yuantang said, "When will Master Yan leave? I have something to tell Master Yan."

When he said this, he looked around carefully, as if trying to hide his eyes, Yan Cijing said: "Whenever you are free, come to Yan's mansion to have a talk, and it will be practiced for me."

Pei Yuantang nodded quickly, probably because he was afraid of Yan Cijing's uneasiness, so he covered it up and said, "It's not a big deal, but there are many things I don't understand from my experience in the Imperial Academy. Mr. Yan was also on duty in the Imperial Academy, so I think Ask for advice."

"Okay." The stern speech mirrored.

Pei Yuantang looked at the booklet in Yan Cijing's hand, and said, "Master Yan, are you going to face the saint now?" Pulling Yan Cijing's corner of his clothes, he said in a low voice, "Master Yan, why don't you- —”

"Pei Xiuzhuan!" In the distance, a father-in-law ran over shaking the floating dust, "What are you still doing in a daze? Are you still asking the nobleman to wait for you?"

"You go." Yan Cijing pushed Pei Yuantang away, and Pei Yuantang had no choice but to follow the father-in-law.

The father-in-law wiped a white face, and when he moved, the white powder fell down, and when he exhaled at Yan Cijing's nostrils, the white powder that fell could be mixed with the face.

This father-in-law, Yan Cijing, also recognized him, and was a close servant of the Empress Dowager.

The father-in-law who has lost his life has always had a strange temper, and Yan Cijing is not obsessed with his inexplicable hostile attitude, and his mind is full of what Pei Yuantang said just now.

What did Pei Yuantang want to talk to him in private?What is it that you didn't finish talking just now?

In fact, today is really not suitable for face-to-face, the emperor's furious reprimand, Yan Cijinghou could hear clearly outside the study.

"Drought happened early, why didn't you take precautions? Why didn't you report it?"

"Canglin! Water conservancy! All the money I have allocated has been wasted?"

Immediately after that, there were a few bangs and bangs. Yan Cijing guessed that the relevant people were kowtowing to plead guilty. As expected, after the imperial study room opened, the Imperial Army carried out two screaming people with disheveled temple hair.

The little eunuch next to him muttered: "Beheading for public display, how miserable!"

He was sentenced to death for disregarding the lives of the people, and no one dared to intercede.

Then the door of the imperial study was closed again, Yan Cijing didn't hear the reprimand, only the sound of footsteps walking back and forth.

I don't know how long I waited, the sun was already slanting, and the concubine's food boxes were delivered several times, and the talents in the imperial study came out one after another.

Grand Tutor Bi Zhixing came out first, followed by ministers from the six ministries, all of them with earthy faces.

The manager, Zhu Huanying, also came out. Seeing Yan Cijing waiting outside the door, she ran over quickly, squeezed her eyes, pouted her mouth, and said, "Let's go."

The emperor was angry, and Yan Cijing came at an inopportune time.

Yan Cijing thanked Zhu Huanying, turned and left.

"Yan Qing is here? Come in!"

When Zhu Huanying heard this, she smiled awkwardly, and asked Yan Cijing to go in, "Unfortunately, Lord Long Live saw you, please."

One yard counts for one yard, while the emperor was dizzy with anger, he also remembered the reason why Yan Cijing was called into the palace, and agreed to his request to return to Jiangling.

Looking at Yan Cijing's unsmiling face, Yu Xian's temper stabilized, and then he thought of the great flood in Jiangling last year.Last year's flood, this year's drought, bad things double, Yu Xian's face became more and more ugly, and Yan Cijing left after a few hasty words.

Unexpectedly, before Yan Cijing came and lamented that things went well, he was bumped by Zhu Huanying who rushed in.

Zhu Huanying fell to the ground, her old face was broken and she couldn't care less, as if the sky had collapsed, she shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Your Majesty! The imperial mausoleum is here to report that Prince Yin's mausoleum has been stolen!"

When Yu Xian heard it, it was as if a mountain fell down on his head. He fell on the imperial chair, unbelievable, "What did you say?"

"Boom", there was lightning and thunder outside the window. Before the emperor could recover, Zhu Huanying crawled and did not dare to move. Only the strict mirror by the door could clearly see the frantic scene of black clouds billowing in the sky.

The wind and rain came unexpectedly. I don't know if the people in the dry land who have been waiting for a long time are starting to rejoice, but everyone in the imperial study room is not happy at all.

The imperial mausoleum is where the emperor's veins are located, and the placement of the coffin has to be negotiated again and again by the Qin Tianjian. What is guaranteed is the continuous blessing, and now the bones of the prince Yin are lost?

Regardless of the emperor's attitude towards this elder brother who died young, once the matter is revealed, he will put his royal dignity under his feet again and again. In recent years, there have been frequent disasters in Da Yin, and now the imperial tomb has been stolen. A catastrophe to be condemned by God.

"What happened? Didn't it really happen?"

Yu Xian pointed at Wei Cheng who was kneeling on the ground, forgetting about the relationship between uncle and nephew, and glared angrily: "You are in charge of the sacrifice, tell me! Why was the imperial tomb stolen!"

At the beginning, it was Wei Cheng who made all his efforts to win the Spring Festival. Now that he is in this situation, he still wants to choose himself.

"The emperor calm down, the emperor's mausoleum sacrifices are only in the outer hall, no one dares to enter the inner hall to disturb the sleep of the ancestors, and I don't know why this happened!"

"You don't know?" Yu Xian was furious, "How could the imperial tomb fall if it is guarded by the Imperial Army? It must be because of your lax supervision that you committed such a heinous disaster!"

I have never heard of the scandal of the imperial tomb being stolen in any dynasty. If it was publicized, wouldn't he, Yu Xian, become the laughing stock of the world?In a fit of rage, he wanted to catch someone and ask him to bear the disaster of exterminating his ancestors.

"emperor!"

Among the courtiers, it was Zhang Shaoqiu who persuaded him, "Before this matter spreads, we should find out the culprit as soon as possible, so that the crown prince can be kept clean!"

Zhang Shaoqiu suddenly woke up Yu Xian: "Yes, I want to find out the real culprit!"

Knowing the direction, the prostrate ministers rushed to offer advice and suggestions, and discussed a feasible solution, which can be regarded as arousing the emperor's reason.

"Then Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment will handle the case together! I will personally intervene!"

Yu Xian pointed at Wei Cheng and said, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Wei Cheng was afraid that he would lose his sanctity if he said that he would completely lose his heart. He rolled his eyes and said, "The imperial mausoleum is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there are bandits entrenched! The emperor can send the forbidden army to investigate!"

"Suppress bandits? Who can suppress bandits?"

Yu Xian thought of a person, and someone below also thought of it.

"Master Yan, the magistrate of Jiangling, who once took charge of suppressing bandits in Yongshan, should he do it?"

When the heavy rain fell, the people on the street covered their ears and lamented that the sky was about to leak. One of them was unable to dodge, and was splashed with water and mud by the galloping horse on the street. The thinly armored imperial army.

Yu Fangzhi stood by the window, watching the menacing Imperial Army.

"What the hell is Zhang Shaoqiu up to? The tomb of Prince Yin was stolen. What does it have to do with Wei Cheng?"

Ruku, who was waiting at the side, couldn't figure it out, stood silently for a while, and said, "Master Yan was appointed by the emperor to investigate the theft of Prince Yin's mausoleum."

A murderous look flashed in Yu Fangzhi's eyes: "How could Master Yan get involved?"

Ruku remained silent, he could think of it, and the master must have thought of it too, I am afraid Master Yan will be in danger again this time.