"Hmm," Luo Ziqi said lightly.

After a while, Ruoyu came in with pear blossom cake, but Luo Ziqi was just an excuse to break Ruoyu, but now looking at Ruoyu's finished pastries, he still has a lot of appetite, so he ate two more.

"Okay, you guys go down first" Luo Ziqi wanted to take the time to take a good look at the spell that the master gave her.

"Yes, Miss," the two said respectfully.

In a private room in an inn in the capital, a whole body with a black python dragon half mask

The man shrouded in a black robe sat at the table, the half-face mask just lined the perfect jawline of the masked man, judging from the chin and lips, it should be a very young man, and next to the masked man stood a middle-aged man who looked extremely kind, reporting something.

"No progress yet? Such efficiency? The masked man spoke, but in a hoarse voice that had been erased from his original voice.

"The pavilion master is angry, it is true that this holy girl was replaced as soon as she was born, and no one knows her whereabouts, and please give the pavilion master some more time to the old slave, and the old slave will definitely find some clues" The middle-aged man cried with tears in his eyes.

"Hmph, it's useless," the masked man snorted coldly. The middle-aged man couldn't bear it and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Pavilion master, please calm your anger" The middle-aged man wiped the blood spit out from his body and half-knelt in front of the man.

"This Pavilion Master will give you another chance, don't let this Pavilion Master down again," the masked man took a slow sip of tea.

"You said there was also a wave of people collecting the herbs on that prescription just like you?" The masked man asked suddenly.

"Yes, Pavilion Master, the old slave has been observing for several days in a row, indeed, all they have collected are the medicinal materials on the prescription, you said that if ordinary people are sick, they don't need so much, the old slave found that they seem to be storing medicinal materials" The middle-aged man said respectfully.

"Can you find out which side it is" The masked man seemed to be more curious about this matter, playing with taste.

"Back to the pavilion master, it's Ziyitang," the middle-aged man replied.

"Purple Hall?" The masked man repeated with some confusion.

"The pavilion master may not know that this purple hall was renamed by the Najiang Shadow Troupe, but why we don't know why yet," the middle-aged man explained.

"Oh? That seems to be getting funny," the masked man smiled.

"This purple hall, we don't fight with them for that medicinal herb, go to other places to collect it, if they can't collect it, but we can sell it to her at a low price, the pavilion master wants to see if it is as the pavilion master thinks, otherwise there will be no meaning in existence" The masked man7 thought for a while, as if he thought of something interesting, and then arranged.

"Yes, Cabinet Master"

"If they make any suggestions for cooperation, they must report to me as soon as possible, understand? Don't make your own claims," the masked man continued.

"Yes, Pavilion Master" Although I don't know why the Pavilion Master in front of me is so different from this inconspicuous or newly developed Zi Yitang, but the middle-aged man knows that he shouldn't ask, don't ask, it is his duty to do a good job of the Pavilion Master's arrangement, and he will definitely not question the Pavilion Master's choice, this is one of the criteria of the Moon Pavilion.

"Well, what's the matter" The masked man gently placed the delicate jade cup in his hand on the table, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"Pavilion master, this Liaocheng has had a drought for almost half a year, and the emperor has not moved at all, and we in Liaocheng alone can't help," the middle-aged man said a little worriedly.

Although this Bangyue Pavilion is doing all the things of killing people and overselling goods, and the fees are high, it can be regarded as robbing the rich and helping the poor, but this natural disaster is better solved by the state.

"I know, okay, but what else" The masked man pondered for a moment, and it seemed that he should have increased the pressure on the hot tweed.

"Go back to the pavilion master, it's okay for the time being, the old slave will retire first" The middle-aged man looked at the pavilion master's movements, and knew that the pavilion master was already driving people away, so he said goodbye.

"Hmm," the masked man snorted.

After the middle-aged man went out for a quarter of an hour, the beaded curtain on the compartment shook slightly, and the room was empty.

The pavilion master seems to appear quietly every time and disappear unconsciously, the main thing in the Bangyue Pavilion is already used to it, fortunately, that private room is the pavilion master's alone, otherwise there are people inside, and the pavilion master's sudden appearance is scary enough.

In the court of Chongde Palace, the ministers still bowed down and secretly looked at the emperor's face on the throne.

"If there is something to play, there is nothing to retreat" The rooster crows in unison.

"The minister has a book," a minister who acted as cannon fodder took the lead. Seeing that this minister looked sad and reluctant, it is estimated that no one wants to touch the moldy head of the Ninth Five-Year Honor, and it must have been drawn by lot.

Last night, half of the ministers with power convened and said that the matter of Liaocheng could not be delayed any longer, and recently found this Liaocheng refugee in the capital, making a big fuss in the Yamen, in case of trouble to the emperor, this black gauze hat will not be able to keep it sooner or later, everyone decided to let the emperor know, but no one wants to touch the head, so they decided to draw lots, he is just a cannon fodder.

"Quasi" The emperor responded lightly.

"Today's son is sage, the emperor's grace is vast, the prosperity is rare, all countries worship, the courtiers are grateful, and they are all dedicated to their hearts, and they have been remembered after death. cough cough" The red face of this round man was choked by the unventilated mouth, and he actually praised it as soon as he came up.

"Aiqing, speak slowly, let's talk about things directly," the person on the throne said helplessly. I think it's okay to say something, it's such a set of empty all day long, and you're not annoyed.

"Your Majesty, the climate of Liaocheng is serious, there is an abnormal drought, the grain production has been greatly reduced and the famine has been triggered, and the people are not happy," General Yuwen looked at the minister who had just spoken, and couldn't say anything straight for a long time.

"Oh? Liaocheng drought, when did it happen, how could it be so serious"

"Back to the emperor, it's been almost half a year since the drought," General Yuwen said in his mind.

The ministers suddenly changed their faces, and secretly scolded General Yuwen for being a fool in their hearts.

"What, it's been half a year? I didn't even know it now? Hmph, what do you do, could it be that I raised a group of fools" Sure enough, the emperor was furious, and it was the ministers who suffered.

In fact, these ministers wanted to play after receiving the news at the beginning, but for a while, the emperor was in a state of explosion at one point, and no one dared to mention it, secretly thinking that it should not be so serious, so they didn't take it to heart, and no one thought that it would develop like this.

The ministers were so miserable that they didn't dare to speak in the hall.

"That's it, what's the situation now," the emperor frowned, rubbed his forehead lightly with his hand, and looked at a group of useless ministers.

Wow! Hearing the emperor's words, the ministers who were still stunned just now seemed to suddenly come to life, and saw the light from the darkness.

The emperor looked at the people below who dared to speak before someone took the lead, and there was no joy or anger on his face; "Say it one by one."

"Your Majesty, after the drought, locust plagues are prone to occur, which in turn leads to more serious famines, and the people suffer from migration and displacement, leading to social unrest." This is the tearful cry of the military department Shangshu who struggled out of the crowd of officials with his majestic body.

"Your Majesty! The minister pleaded with the opening of the treasury to transport grain to assist Liaocheng and solve the people's urgent suffering, so that only by winning the hearts of the people can we rule forever, and only then can we build a century-old cause and revitalize the country."

"The emperor, the first emperor recorded that the emperor often needed to hold a rain prayer festival in the event of a drought, and the emperor, as the son of heaven, was the chosen son, and the emperor must hold a rain prayer ceremony, so as to express his love for the people to heaven and pray for rain from heaven" This is what the historian said.

"Okay, Aiqing, I already know, but at present, it seems that this opening of the treasury and transporting grain is not a fundamental strategy," the person on the throne said slowly.

"This '''first solves the urgent need'

"According to what Aiqing said, the treasury will be opened to transport grain, and an auspicious day will be selected to open this rain prayer ceremony, but who in Aiqing will invite himself to go to this task of transporting grain?" The emperor looked at the civil and military officials lined up on both sides with a playful expression.

Sure enough, on the surface, they are all thinking about the country's society, and when it is useful, they shrink their heads and become turtles, but they are a little tired, so there is no one? What if it's a battle? The emperor couldn't help but guess.

The emperor looked at the silent ministers below, and felt a sadness in his heart, my country depends on these people?

"Chen Luoyun silently petitions" On the silent Chongde Hall, a voice suddenly appeared.

The person on the throne looked at the person who could see the voice, and was silent, he wanted to see who else could stand up besides Luo Xiangguo.

In the hall, Luo Yunmo was slightly hunched between the two rows, and the rest of the people were all silent.

For a long time, "the last general is also willing to follow," General Yuwen, the straight man at the beginning, stood up and said.

"Hmph, my Aiqing is really unexpected," the emperor said a little angrily.

"The emperor is angry, and the ministers are panicked" and fell to his knees.

"Hmph, let's all be flat"

"Emperor Xie Longen"

"That being the case, General Yuwen and Chen Shangshu accompanied the escort of the grain, and who else, you will also accompany the squire at the beginning," the emperor pointed to the squire who was full of praise at the beginning.

"Weichen obeys the order," said Chen Shangshu, General Yuwen and the poor little squire.

The rest of the people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Li Aiqing, Luo Xiangguo's rain prayer ceremony is handed over to your Ministry of Rites," the emperor said to His Royal Highness's Ministry of Rites.

"The minister obeys the order", the Ministry of Rites Shangshu and Luo Xiangguo stepped forward and responded respectfully.

"That's it, that's it, Aiqing has other important things" The emperor seemed to be a little tired.

The ministers in the audience were silent.

"Since there is nothing to do, then let's retreat from the court" The emperor was also unwilling to face this group of useless courtiers, and said impatiently.

Seeing this, the chief eunuch who was guarding the side said "retreat" with a sharp voice

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live" The ministers shouted long live and knelt down and kowtowed, and waited for the emperor to get out of the Chengde Palace, and then stood up in turn, and exited the Chengde Hall in order of grade.

When they were out of the temple, all the ministers gathered together to discuss today's affairs.

"General Yuwen is in the limelight today, I'm afraid that after the aid comes back, I will have to increase the number of officials and knights" A sour voice came.

Oh, the people in the hall who didn't dare to speak were so embarrassed to squeeze their eyebrows afterwards, it was really hopeless.

"How does General Ben want you to be a little squire to take care of it, you have to look at General Ben and you also go with the emperor, General Ben is naturally very welcome, I don't know what Liu Shilang wants" General Yuwen never knew what it was to offend people, anyway, he didn't care.

"If you want General Ben to say, what qualifications do you have to say these words, General Ben thinks that you are not as good as General Zhao, don't be yin and yang here General Ben" General Yuwen pointed to Zhao Shilang who walked by beside him, the squire who was full of praise.

Zhao Shilang just wanted to cry without tears, what did he do to get involved with him...