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Above the court hall, all the officials stood in silence, and there was a complete silence, and needles could be heard.

Jiang Zhao sat on a high place, leaning on the armrest of the dragon chair with one hand, rubbed his swollen temple, and said in a low voice, "What? Usually, one idea is louder than the other, and the voice is louder than the other, but now they all change. Became dumb?"

"The situation of the state treasury has just been clarified by Yu Qing. The imperial court spends so much salary to support you every year, not to make you and I pretend to be deaf and dumb. If there is any countermeasure, please come up with it as soon as possible. I can wait, but the people of Lizhou can't wait."

Jiang Zhao raised his voice to urge, but saw that the court minister buried his head even lower, and still no one came out to speak.

She didn't wear a crown, her hair was simply tied up with a headband, her eyebrows and eyes were completely exposed, her eyes were deep, with some elusive sternness, which made people feel chills down their backs, and they dared not look at her.

Seeing that no one responded, Jiang Zhao simply nodded, "Master Zuo, what do you think?"

Zhao Heng's shoulders trembled, and he walked out with the wat board in his arms, bowed his waist and nodded and said: "Return to your majesty, this is a big matter, and the old minister dare not speak nonsense."

Jiang Zhao frowned, and said with some displeasure: "You are a veteran of the three dynasties, with a high position and authority, if you dare not speak up, then who dares to speak casually among the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty?"

At this point, Zhao Heng's face changed slightly, and he had to find something to say if he had nothing to say, so he pondered for a moment, and said: "The old minister thinks that the border is stable now, and there is no war for the time being, so we can adjust the army's salary for disaster relief first, and wait until this year's taxation is completed, then go on." arrange."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few scattered voices echoed: "The minister seconded the proposal."

Jiang Zhao didn't speak, but Xu Dingyuan, Minister of the Ministry of War, snorted coldly, and said: "Soldiers, the stability of the country is the foundation of the stability of the country. Even though there is no war at the border, but the neighbors of the Southern Man and the Northern Liang, which one is easy to provoke? Master?

What's more, the military salary can't be paid, and there are hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the rear waiting for them to feed the hungry soldiers of our army. "

A group of military officers thought so deeply, and echoed their words one after another, and some people mocked: "Master Xiang has never been on the battlefield, let alone killed the enemy. Ton's tragedy?"

Zhao Heng's face was disheartened by what he said, but he didn't know how to refute, so he could only bear it with a frown.

This plan failed, so a minister said: "Then we can only allocate funds for embankment repairs."

"No!"

This time, it was Xu Wen, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, who came out to oppose Yuan Qi's father-in-law.

Xu Wendao: "The matter of repairing the embankment has long been on the agenda, and has already been approved by His Majesty. It has been fully planned a few months ago, the local workers have been found, and the material dealer has signed the paperwork. We only need to wait for the payment to arrive. Can start work.

If this sum of money is used, all previous efforts will be wasted, and if there is another natural disaster due to this, and the embankment breaks and destroys tens of thousands of mu of fertile land, who can guarantee it? "

After he finished speaking, he knelt down and said loudly: "Of course the people of Lizhou need to be rescued, but do the other people deserve to suffer? It's been several years too late to repair the embankment. Please make a clear decision, Your Majesty!"

This can't work, that can't work, the question was thrown to Jiang Zhao again, and the hall returned to silence.

After a long time, Jiang Zhao said: "Let's not talk about this first, Song Shize, the governor of Lizhou, and Bai Rong, the commander-in-chief, both died in the line of duty. I intend to send imperial envoys to Lizhou to rescue the people and deal with the funeral. Who do you think should be responsible for the funeral?" ?”

She looked at Qin Duan, Prime Minister on the right, and asked, "What does Prime Minister Qin think?"

Qin Duan thought for a moment, then cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, Xiangqin, Minister of Criminal Affairs, is meticulous in his thoughts, and Tang Jinshan, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, has both civil and military skills. Both of them can be independent and can be of great use."

Qin Xiang is also from a family, but he has an upright temperament and disdains forming cliques for personal gain. He has always been a clean stream in the Kyoto family.Regarding the person he recommended, Jiang Zhao didn't have any doubts, and immediately nodded and said: "Then the two of you will go together, so that it will be convenient for each other to help each other, discuss and act, and in addition, we will send two teams of soldiers from the Ministry of War to accompany them for protection, just in case. "

Xiangqin, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, Tang Jinshan, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and Xu Dingyuan, Minister of the Ministry of War, came out together to receive the oracle.

After the court, Jiang Zhao did not return to the bedroom, but called Han Xuan to discuss matters in the imperial study.

Han Xuan compiled books in the Hanlin Academy, and he was a sixth-rank bachelor who was not qualified to participate in politics. After Jiang Zhao's dictation, he knew that there was a disaster in Lizhou, and he also knew about His Majesty's current difficulties.

The monarch and his ministers discussed for a long time, and finally Han Xuan said: "If the embankment is not repaired, it is unfortunate that in the rainy season, not only will the farmers have no harvest, but it will also involve the taxation of the two rivers. It’s not worth the candle.”

Jiang Zhao asked: "Then can we only use the military salary?"

Han Xuan let out a long sigh and said, "Your Majesty, the soldiers of the three armies and the people of Lizhou, you will always fail one of them."

Jiang Zhao was silent, and Han Xuan said again: "The general's salary is divided into two, and Lizhou will be given to Lizhou for emergency first. The military salary will be set off in July, and then arrive at the border. There will always be a delay, maybe there will be a turning point."

There was no other way to do it other than that, Jiang Zhao was so worried, and finally agreed.

When she was writing the imperial decree after the case, Han Xuan suddenly said: "Your Majesty, my minister eats the king's salary and cannot relieve the king's worries. I feel so guilty. I am willing to donate half a year's salary to support Lizhou."

Jiang Zhao paused the hand holding the pen, raised his eyes to look at him, and asked, "Is this your idea for me?"

Han Xuan said with a smile: "One point counts for one point. Gathering sand makes a tower, and gathering armpits makes fur."

"You have a heart."

Jiang Zhao nodded, summoned Yuan Xiang, handed him the imperial decree with the gold seal and jade seal, and gave him another instruction, and let him go.

After being tense for too long, he finally relaxed a little bit. Jiang Zhao suddenly felt his eyes darken, and his feet staggered. Fortunately, he supported the desk in time and managed to hold himself up. Han Xuan was so frightened that he shouted: "Your Majesty!"

He hastily stepped forward to help, Jiang Zhao waved his hands, and said with an air of gossamer: "I'm fine."

Han Xuan frowned, watching her walk back to the imperial case and sit firmly, finally couldn't help saying: "Your Majesty, the sacred body is the most important thing, you must take care of your body."

Yu Xingqiu also said this, Jiang Zhao heard it, but didn't take it seriously.

She said: "Emperor Taizong once wrote four hundred memorials at night, and he can still hold a bow and shoot arrows in the daytime, and he is full of energy. Where is I now? Han Qing, there is no Ming emperor or lord who can only sit on the dragon chair." reputation."

Taking a sip of cold tea from a cup of tea, he rubbed the center of his eyebrows again to confirm that the feeling of fainting has subsided. Jiang Zhao looked at Han Xuan and said calmly, "Sit down and tell me about the situation of the Zhao family during this time. "

Han Xuan didn't dare to resist the order, he had no choice but to obey her orders.

So the monarch and his ministers talked a lot, and at noon, Jiang Zhao let Han Xuan go for dinner.

When Han Xuan left, he deliberately whispered a few words to Gao Sheng'an who was guarding outside the hall, and made the chief executive Gao burst into tears. After he left, he summoned the imperial doctor and passed on the imperial meal. Finally, he gritted his teeth and ran to the Qingyuan Hall Xie Jin was invited over.

"The slave really has nothing to do. He didn't sleep last night, and he hasn't passed on a meal since morning. He locked himself in the imperial study room to review the papers, and didn't let us go in to serve him. After such a toss, his body is so hard. I can't stand it either!"

Gao Sheng'an's old face was wrinkled into a ball, and he kept mourning and sighing, followed by Xie Jin and imperial doctor Zhang Shi.

When he arrived at the entrance of the imperial study room, he took the food box from the little eunuch waiting beside him, turned around and handed it to Xie Jin, then looked at Zhang Shi, and said, "Mr. Wait a moment with our family."

He was still timid, and dared to let Xie Jin in without Jiang Zhao's permission, but he dared not let Zhang Shi in.

Naturally, Zhang Shi didn't dare to complain, he stood aside obediently, watched Xie Jin push the door in with Gao Sheng'an.

Jiang Zhao sat behind the desk reviewing the memorial, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he didn't raise his head and said, "I said, don't bother me if there is nothing important. You'd better give me a reasonable excuse."

Xie Jin was carrying the food box, approached slowly, and said, "Is it important to invite His Majesty to eat?"

"Jinniang?" Jiang Zhao raised his head and asked with surprise, "Why are you here again?"

"Hearing this word, does your majesty not want to see me?"

Xie Jin put the food box aside, put his hands on the case, and stared at Jiang Zhao, with obvious displeasure in his tone.

Jiang Zhao put down his pen and reached out to touch her hand, but Qing Piao Piao dodged it, so he could only sneer and say, "I didn't mean that, I just thought that you should accompany An Le in the Qingyuan Palace now... Did Gao Sheng'an call you here?"

Before Xie Jin could reply, she snorted again and said, "He is getting bolder and bolder now, and he has learned how to handle me."

"Your Majesty is self-willed, so Director Gao is naturally difficult to do..."

Xie Jin wanted to say a few words about her and say something nice for Gao Sheng'an, but when he saw a few strands of obvious bloodshot floating in her clear and bright eyes at a close distance, he couldn't help but soften his heart, and swallowed all the words that came to his mouth.

"I've come all the time, Your Majesty will give me some face, let's eat first."

Xie Jin went straight to it, put away all the memorial ink brushes in front of Jiang Zhao, went around the imperial case and grabbed her wrist, and dragged her up from the chair.

Jiang Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and followed her strength to stand up and walk out, sighing softly: "I don't want to eat, it's not because I deliberately make things difficult for Eunuch Gao, I really have no appetite."

She was led to the table, took a seat, and saw Xie Jin open the food box, bring out a bowl of rice, and a few side dishes.

"I have no appetite because His Majesty is too worried."

Xie Jin took out a pair of chopsticks, handed them to her, looked into her eyes and said seriously: "Your Majesty is one with Jiangshan Sheji, if you don't take care of yourself first, how can you take care of the people in the world?"

Jiang Zhao took the chopsticks, lowered his head to take a bite of the rice, and heard her say: "Not only is it not only Director Gao, but we also feel sorry for His Majesty."

"You?" Jiang Zhao looked at her.

Xie Jin looked away, took another chopstick to serve her dishes, and said awkwardly: "There are also Aunt Qingshi and Xiao Yuanzi."

Jiang Zhao chuckled and said softly, "I see."

Seeing her eating obediently, Xie Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and said again: "Doctor Zhang is waiting outside the hall, he wants to ask for His Majesty's peace pulse, and wants His Majesty to be sympathetic to his subjects, so he can't bear to let him go for nothing, right? "

"Since you opened your mouth, how could I refuse?" Jiang Zhao asked back.

Xie Jin didn't respond, went directly to open the door of the palace, welcomed Zhang Shi in, and gave Jiang Zhao her pulse while she was eating.

Zhang Shi is skilled at pulse diagnosis, and quickly understood Jiang Zhao's physical condition, cupped his hands and said: "After all, your majesty is young and healthy, but he is too tired and has too many emotional ups and downs, which can easily cause fatigue, headache, loss of appetite, and even fainting Waiting for the symptoms, according to Weichen's suggestion, you should take a good rest, so as to avoid the follow-up dragging your body down."

"I see, you step back." Jiang Zhao responded indifferently.

Zhang Shi originally wanted to prescribe her a prescription to recuperate her body, but seeing her contemptuous attitude, he knew that there must be no good for him to speak, so he simply shut up, knelt down and exited the hall.

Under Xie Jin's full stalking, Jiang Zhao still finished a bowl of rice. When Gao Shengan came in to clean up the dishes, he couldn't help but smile, and sneakily cast an admiring look at Xie Jin.

Xie Jin didn't see it, but was caught by Jiang Zhao and gave him a hard look.

Gao Shengan shrank his neck, quickly slipped out of the hall with his things, and closed the door of the hall again very considerately.

It was noon, and he felt sleepy after lunch. Jiang Zhao covered his lips and yawned. A few tears appeared from the corners of his eyes, which were quickly wiped clean.

There is a soft couch in the imperial study room, which is convenient for the emperor to relieve fatigue when he is tired. Jiang Zhao only lay down a few times occasionally. At this time, he looked at the memorials piled up on the imperial case, and then looked at the soft couch. tempting.

But when government affairs were at the forefront, she struggled a bit and went to the imperial case.

"His Majesty."

Xie Jin suddenly reached out to stop her, pushed her to the soft couch, and sat down on her, "Your Majesty forgot what Doctor Zhang said just now? Let's rest for a while before dealing with political affairs."

Jiang Zhao took her hand, curled his lips aggrievedly, and said, "I also want to rest, but I am busy with affairs, and I always feel that I have things on my mind until I finish it, and I can't rest well even if I take a break, so let's talk about it after I'm busy. "

As he spoke, he was about to get up again, but Xie Jin held his shoulders to control him.

"Does Your Majesty trust me?" Xie Jin asked her.

Jiang Zhao said without hesitation: "Of course, you are the person I trust most in this world."

Xie Jin smiled lightly, told her not to move around, pulled a round stool, put a stack of memorials on it, and sat side by side with Jiang Zhao on the soft couch.

"Come."

She motioned Jiang Zhao to lie down, put Jiang Zhao's head on her lap, gently massaged her acupuncture points for a while, then picked up a memorial, and discussed with Jiang Zhao: "I will read it to Your Majesty, if Important notes, I will wait for His Majesty to rest and deal with them, if they are not important, I will put them aside and help His Majesty eliminate them, what do you think?"

Jiang Zhao was lying on her lap, the tip of his nose was filled with the familiar fragrance of her body, he was already at a loss for what to say, and he didn't know if he heard what she said clearly, so he answered vaguely: "Okay."

In fact, before Xie Jin finished reading a memorial, she lost consciousness in a daze.

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