The burns and scalds really hurt, Song Yanxu was anxious and angry, and snorted.

Lying on his side in the quilt, his head and face were tightly wrapped, only his eyes, nose and mouth were exposed.

Liu Qingmei fed him medicine and coaxed: "Master, don't always think about unhappy things, uncle...... The eldest lady is really worried about you. ”

"Is she worried about me?" Song Yanxu looked at Liu Qingmei sarcastically, "You have a relationship with Yang Qingzhi, so you are on their side?" ”

"I think I lost Song Shining back then, and now I deserve to be like this?"

Liu Qingmei was sincerely frightened, and replied: "How come, what the master does is right, how can it be that he deserves it?!" ”

"I know that you maids have deep feelings, because of this incident, one died, and the lady's health became worse and worse, and finally died." Song Yanxu said to Liu Qingmei, "But this family is supported by me, can you sit here without me?" ”

"If you weren't from my Song Yanxu house, would others call you Mrs. when you go out?"

"So, I have no choice but to die, if she doesn't die, we die. And it turns out that she is my nemesis. ”

Liu Qingmei should be: "Yes, sir, what you said is right." After drinking the medicine, you can rest, there is some low-grade fever again. ”

Song Yanxu muttered, felt a little more comfortable, and fell asleep after taking the medicine. Song Shibai came in to change Liu Qingmei, Liu Qingmei glanced at Song Yanxu who was talking expressionlessly, and went out.

Of course she hates, the death of Mrs. and Qingsui is the pain of her and Qingzhi's life.

"Would you like to write to your aunt?" Song Shiqing helped Liu Qingmei back to the room, "It's okay if you don't write, my sister must know." ”

Liu Qingmei said: "If you don't write, you and Shibai are not easy, and if your father finds out about walking around Jinan, he will definitely be angry." Endure a little longer, and be safe for the best. ”

"Yes." Song Shiqing remembered something again, and whispered, "Auntie, what do you say...... Is my sister really fainting, or is it fake? ”

"How is that possible!" Liu Qingmei said with a smile, "That girl is very fine, her filial piety can make your father stunned twice." ”

Song Shiqing didn't dare to laugh, pressed the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "Then, will it be her who set fire to her father?" ”

"No, she's not surprised that your father fell into the well, but she can't really kill him."

Song Shiqing also felt that it was, and said with a smile: "Mother, how did she grow up, she was so smart and bad." ”

"Don't say that, she's your sister."

"I'll just say casually, she won't care, besides, she didn't treat me as a sister."

……

In the middle of the night, Zhao Chi opened Song Ning's letter.

It's still her fixed beginning with crooked words.

The letter said that she had handled another big case, and that she had discussed the new policy with Master Sun, and that even Prince Qi had agreed to implement a policy of tax exemption and forced labor for half a year starting in June.

She said that the king of Qi was excellent, loved the people more and more, and really wanted to seriously govern his fiefdom.

"Look at it." Zhao Chi smiled and showed Ji Chun the letter written by Song Ning, "It's only been half a year, and it's been mixed up." ”

Ji Chun said with a smile: "Didn't the Holy Lord let him go to Jinan because he was smart and clever, and now that he is like this, he has not failed to live up to your trust and cultivation." ”

"That's right, I just don't know what the use of these new policies for the benefit of the people that he tossed with Yuntai is."

Ji Chun said with a smile: "During the three-year term, you can definitely see whether you succeed or fail." ”

Zhao Chi also thinks so.

"Is Old Song Ge feeling better?"

Ji Chunjiang went to visit Song Yanxu today, and said everything in detail: "After using the medicine, although it hurts, it doesn't have a fever." ”

"I wanted to get up and kowtow to the Holy Lord, but I was stopped by the slave maid."

Zhao Chi drank tea and said leisurely: "He is a loyal politician. ”

"Yes, both of them are good courtiers for the king and the country."

Zhao Chi didn't speak, thought for a while and suddenly said: "It's not rumored that Song Shi'an is a good official with both loyalty and filial piety, then I will add the icing on the cake and reward him with a word." ”

"This relationship is good, Lord Xiao Song will be very happy, and the slave can even imagine that Lord Xiao Song is proud of hanging on the middle hall with a three-foot height."

Ji Chun said to grind the ink.

Zhao Chi wrote a pair of "loyal and filial ministers".

If this is an ordinary person, because of such a trivial matter, he has received such a great praise from the saint, he must be sincerely afraid that he will not dare to accept it, for fear that others will laugh at him.

But Zhao Chi felt that Song Ning would not.

"He will definitely hang in the middle hall of the torture hall."

Ji Chun smiled.

Early in the morning of the second day, Ji Chun asked people to send the word to Jinan, and in the morning, everyone's topic moved from Song Yanxu's injury to the heavy rain along the Yellow River and the Huai River, resulting in several embankment breaks.

In the past three years, it has rained even when the time comes, but it has not broken the embankment so quickly as it did this year.

Zhao Chi didn't sleep for a few days, and he kept picking up all kinds of music.

The five cabinet ministers, the Ministry of Industry, and the Ministry of Households are also busy.

Zhao Chi called the Nanzhili soldiers to rescue people, but despite this, after the flood season, they still suffered heavy losses.

Seven or eight counties are about to run out of crops this fall.

But despite this, the focus of the imperial court's disaster relief was not daring to rescue food, because after the flood was the plague.

It was not until the end of July, when the weather cooled down, that everyone felt that they could rest.

Before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, a battle report came from the northwest, and Xiao Tart Chongyuan, who had been suspended for half a year, attacked the city at night, but fortunately, the defense of the border pass never slackened, so Xiao Bu did not rush into the city.

A few days later, Feng Li came to ask for military salaries.

He was paid less for two months.

The Ministry of War complained bitterly, and just allocated funds for disaster relief, and all that was allocated was military salaries.

Zhao Chi was surprised, stood up on the court, and asked, "For such a big thing, why doesn't anyone go back and forth?" ”

"Take military pay to help the disaster? Who approved it? ”

The person who can do this, of course, can't be a waiter or a foreigner.

"It's Lord Song!" Wei Xunchang stepped forward and replied, "The disaster relief was handed over to you by Lord Song after he was injured, and then tens of thousands of families affected by the flood season had no harvest, so Lord Song embezzled military salaries. ”

"Weichen also just knew, thinking that ...... I thought it was the Holy One who agreed. ”

Zhao Chi looked at Song Yanxu: "Song Aiqing? ”

"Back to the saint, this matter is indeed approved by Weichen, but ...... But Weichen handed over the excerpt, and the saint also approved it! Song Yanxu replied.

Zhao Chi was stunned for a moment and asked Ji Chun: "I approved this excerpt?" ”

"Slave, slave...... This ......" Ji Chun knelt down and asked Song Yanxu, "Elder Song Ge, when did it happen?" ”

Song Yanxu replied: "The day the excerpt was sent was July 20, and before the court went to court on the morning of the second day, Weichen got the red. ”

"Which one sent this to you?"

"Wangmao."

Ji Chun asked people to go to Wangmao, Wangmao came in from behind with his waist hunched over, kowtowed, Ji Chun asked: "July 20, did you send a disaster relief excerpt to Song Ge Lao?" ”

"Nope." Wangmao replied, "It was not worth it for the slave to be sick that day. There are records in the yamen. ”

Ji Chun asked him to pick it up. Wang Mao went to get the attendance booklet, and it was just last month, about 20 days ago, and he turned it over.

Wangmao is not a day off, but two days in a row.

The cause of the illness is also clearly written, and the records of the visit to the hospital are also pasted.

July 16 and July 17 are closed.

"Lord Song, look, this, this is impossible." Wangmao replied.

Song Yanxu got up rudely, snatched the booklet and flipped through it, the more he looked at it, the more ugly his face became, looking at Wangmao and then looking at Ji Chun, Ji Chun reminded: "Lord Song, you...... Think again? ”

"Holy?" Song Yanxu understood, someone made a game for him, and he fell into this bureau, "Weichen has a batch of red songs, let Weichen go back and get it." ”

Zhao Chi nodded expressionlessly: "Go get it!" ”

The little guy waiting outside Song Yanxu's door and Jiang Bo went to find the desk case where Song Yanxu worked and the cabinet where he put the official documents locked.

Rummaged through the room, no.

Jiang Bo went home again and looked for it in the study at home.

The early dynasty was extended to the afternoon dynasty, Zhao Chi's face was pale, and he looked at Song Yanxu coldly: "Song Aiqing, is it because I trust you so much on weekdays that you dare to decide such a big thing privately?" ”

"You said you got it at the beginning of the dynasty, why didn't you mention it in the early dynasty after you got it?"

Song Yanxu sweated like rain, Jiang Bo had been gone for half an hour and hadn't come back, so he knew that there was no excerpt.

"Wechen...... Wechen knows his mistakes, Wechen has nothing to say! Song Yan Xu said.

Luo Zizhang and several colleagues stepped forward together, Luo Zizhang said: "Holy Lord, Song Ge has always been rigorous in his affairs, how did this excerpt be submitted, Weichen thinks that it will be investigated again." ”

"Why, do you Aiqing also think that after I get this kind of recital, I will approve it as soon as possible?"

Several people knelt down in fright.

"The saint is angry, Weichen didn't mean this, it's really strange." Luo Zizhang said.

Fang Xu took a step forward, bowed down and replied: "If you go back to the Holy Lord, Song Ge is always from Songjiang, and it is understandable that he cares about the life and death of the people in his hometown. ”

Songjiang has not been flooded, but no one who has been to Jiangnan, who knows how far Songjiang is from the severely affected Lianghuai, and what is the difference?

It's all Gangnam after all.

As soon as he said this, there was a dispute in the Golden Palace.

Zhao Chi slapped the table and scolded: "Shut up!" ”

He looked at Song Yanxu and said coldly: "Song Aiqing's health is not as good as before since she was injured, I will allow you to rest for a few more days." ”

"Take care of your injuries."

Song Yanxu's face turned red, kowtowed to receive the punishment, and staggered out of the Golden Palace.

Fang Xu and Tang Taiwen glanced at each other, and both of them had joy in their eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how to fill the military salary?"

Winter is about to begin, and every winter the military consumption is the largest, and it is also the most war.

The crowd talked and discussed for a morning, and the result was to divert military salaries from other places and collect the country's tax grain for this autumn.

Feng Li asked for money in three consecutive letters, and Zhao Chi was irritable.

In mid-September, two months' worth of military salaries were finally raised, but the delay was still in deficit for August.

Zhao Chi was tired, and suddenly saw the letter sent by King Xian from Hanzhong on the table.

Ji Chun took it apart for him, and Zhao Chi was immediately relieved after reading it.

"It's better to be a virtuous king." Zhao Chi said, "He said that the August military salary owed by Feng Li's command will be made up by him with the tax grain in Hanzhong this year, and if I agree, he will send it directly to Pingliang." ”

Pingliang and Hanzhong are very close.

The Hanzhong of the virtuous king is equal to the third gate.

"That's great, Holy Lord, you can finally take a breath and get a good night's sleep." Ji Chun said with a smile.

Zhao Chi bowed: "Indeed." I haven't had a good night's sleep in months. ”

As he spoke, he lay down and asked, "What is King Qi doing?" ”

The three princes, King Ning of Luzhou, did not go to the fiefdom, and stayed in the capital, obsessed with gardens.

Ji Chun replied: "The prince is still working as a head catcher in the yamen, and I heard that two more cases have been cracked, and the prince himself handled them. Ji Chun said, "The prince is very fond of handling cases now. ”

Zhao Chi asked: "You said, I asked him to take out the money again and post the military salary for September, will he agree?" ”

"This ...... Holy can try. Ji Chun didn't dare to encourage Zhao Chi, saying that if you order to go, King Qi will definitely agree.

Other people's affairs are good, but King Qi's mind is not easy to guess.

"He's my brother, and he should help me share the burden." Zhao Chi said to Ji Chun, "You plan to send it to Jinan." ”

On the second day, the handwritten edict was delivered, and it was not until mid-October that the letter of the king of Qi was returned.

Two words: no money.

"Why doesn't he have any money?" Zhao Chi was furious.

Ji Chun replied: "The slave maid inquired, and was exempted from tax and forced labor for half a year, and also invested in two academies to implement the policy of benefiting the people. ”

"I guess, I really don't have any money."

There is really no money, King Qi has only been in the first year, and he has invested so much money to go out and have no money to come in.

"Send him a letter and ask him to return to Beijing for the New Year." Zhao Chi didn't pursue the matter of money again, "According to the speed of his reply, there will be no news until Layue." ”

Ji Chunying was right, and sent the letter to Jinan Mansion.