Yan Sui planned to stay for two more days in this small place where birds don't lay eggs.

As for all the officials in the county and the government, will they hang a few more because of this, and what does it matter to him?

Yan Sui stood on the pedal, and the extraordinarily fierce river wind blew his clothes.

Today's clothes are extraordinarily wide, very lined with this river and this wind, and if you don't agree with a word, you like to mention the fairy style.

However, there was no fluctuation in his heart, and he still wanted to get angry.

There is no other reason, it is all the crotch to blame.

Last night, the crotch of his pants was the hardest hit area, he had to wash it carefully all night, and he didn't dare to let go of every corner, it was said that it had been cleaned up thoroughly, but he always felt that somewhere in the folds or corners, there was still a kind of red little devil quietly hidden, bright, hot, ubiquitous, like countless small red firecrackers, from time to time BIU fired, blowing up the pimples all over the body, blowing up the sadness of the balls.

So today's robe slit and today's calf nose pants have a huge opening, leaking into the mighty river wind, that picture, he doesn't want to think.

From last night to today, all his spirits have been harassed by the red powder, and he has lost his appetite more and more, but if he doesn't eat, he will be hungry, and if he is hungry, he will be in a bad mood, and if he is in a bad mood, he will have to solve it, and he will have to find something to do...... and so on, all the affairs have been turned over by His Royal Highness King Yi, who has an excellent memory and is unforgettable, and it was originally planned to end here, but now I think about it, let's go through it again.

The first time I turned over, the government government hung two more, the second time, the county government jumped into the river two more, and today is the third time.

A large group of officials who had been waiting on the shore from afar saw him come ashore and hurriedly lined up in two rows in front of the carriage. The prefect of De'an respectfully held a large stack of files in person and returned them with his head down. In this not hot weather, everyone's noses are lowered and sweaty.

Yan Sui didn't answer, his own attendant stepped forward and flipped it over, Yan Sui stroked his stomach, crossed his legs, seemed to look at it, and suddenly said: "Stop." ”

Everyone's faces suddenly turned to ashes.

“…… In the eleventh year of Yongyu, three death row prisoners were executed, one of whom killed someone in the street, because he killed the soldiers of the local attached battalion, so he was punished with a serious crime, and he was beheaded after the autumn, and his name was Zhang Eryong, a native of Qingtian Village, Changying County, De'an Prefecture. Yan Sui looked at the sky, the snow-white clouds looked like good cheese...... Vomit, disgusting.

"If this king is not mistaken, this Qingtian village Zhang Eryong, once in Yongyu seven years by the county government commendation, in recognition of his pure filial piety and kindness, after the funeral of his wife alone to take care of his parents-in-law, decades as a day, this king still remembers, the dossier depicted: his person is less than six feet in the body, morning and night, bearing the stars and grass, raising Mount Tai, ten years as one. It's really impressive......

"yes, yes." Everyone nodded frequently.

"But the one who was killed, eight feet tall, is said to be famous for his bravery in the attached camp, and once singlely picked ten people for combat strength and won the title of 'Biao'. Look, it's a pity......"

"yes, yes......"

"Yes, yes, so this king wants to ask all the virtuous people, how did a peasant who has worked hard for many years and is short in stature kill a tall and brave soldier who has been fighting at the border for many years?"

"yes...... Yes? ”

"This ...... It was the soldier who was drunk at that time...... "The prefect began to wipe his sweat."

"In the autumn of the eleventh year of Yongyu, the president of the attached camp of De'an Mansion was temporarily replaced by Qiu Tong for three months, Qiu Tong is one of the cronies of the god general Lin Qing, known for being strict and harsh, in his army, not to mention drinking without authorization, even if you smell a little more alcohol, you may be executed," Yan Sui was still staring at the disgusting piece of "crisp cheese" - disgusting for a while, maybe he wouldn't feel hungry...... "It seems that this king has to thank the prefect of De on behalf of the soldier, thank you for still thinking so highly of his martial courage and courage many years after his death." ”

The prefect of De'an Mansion is not surnamed De, but he will never dare to compare this surname with His Royal Highness King Yi, who is casually called, and his two legs are already approaching the noodles - how can there be such a person in the world, he remembers clearly a name and a paragraph in countless one-foot-thick files three days ago, and even the battalion commander who temporarily acted for three months in a small prefecture and county six years ago remembers!

"This ...... This is the file completed by the predecessor of the lower official......"

"The case happened in the winter of the previous year, and when it was completed in the spring, the prefect of the De Prefecture took up your new post here in the autumn of that year, but this file was delayed for several months because it was sent back by Zhongzhou Road, so the case that should have been closed in the spring became the autumn knot, if this king is not mistaken, the signature on the list to be checked should be you, the prefect of De."

"Your Highness!" The prefect of De'an knelt down.

There was a pop behind him, and suddenly he was all short.

"This is kneeling?" Yan Sui was surprised, "Kneel too early, if you kneel, you won't have a chance to get up, won't your knee be broken, well, send someone to find a doctor first, hurry up." ”

An attendant immediately went looking for it. His Royal Highness is not joking, His Highness never jokes, whoever wants to take his joke as a joke will definitely be the biggest joke in his next life.

Yan Sui sighed - it's really too early to kneel.

The dossier was flipped through in a hurry.

"In the thirteenth year of Yongyu, De'an Mansion paid taxes that year, with a household registration of 310,000, a population of 1.78 million, and a field endowment: 660,000 stone of rice, 210,000 stone of wheat, 910 jin of silk, 150,000 jin of cotton, 30,000 horses of cloth, 2.91 million yuan of household banknotes, 2.43 million yuan of miscellaneous notes, 61,000 yuan of salt class, 27,000 jin of tea, 90,000 stone of grain from Juntun, 50,000 stone of tax reduction and exemption grain, it is said that the land of your De'an Mansion is fertile, the climate is pleasant, and it is a rich land. But it seems to be a little worse. ”

"Your Highness...... His Royal Highness is ...... It is because there are two counties near the sea in De'an, and the two sea areas are stormy and rough, and there was a storm and waves a few years ago, and after a long time, most of the local land has become saline-alkali land, and the crops are difficult to live...... A few years ago, the local acres and the rest of the assignments were calculated according to one out of five......"

"A few years ago, what year?"

The prefect of De'an, who was hit by the vital point, even his shoulders were weak now.

"Forever...... Yongyu 12 years ......"

"Let's just say that you just became a year when you took office?"

“……”

"The whole county is saline-alkali land, and it can't be raised," Yan Sui's fingertips disliked the scroll, "It is said that in such a county, the number of people should be in the back of De'an Mansion, why in the past five years, the number of people and the number of helpers have far exceeded the rest of the counties?" ”

“……”

"This king remembers that in the local construction dossier I read a few days ago, it seems to mention that Linhai County has newly built two official roads in the past five years, and allocated 300,000 yuan. The road is very well repaired, and it is connected to the central state capital, which can go directly to Kyoto - a remote county near the sea, a saline-alkali land, and all kinds of crops are exempted from taxes due to the small output. ”

The tone was curious, as if he was really asking.

On all sides, it seemed to be frozen by frost and snow, and the temperature dropped a few points, and the silence was like death, which was suffocating.

“…… Where there is no crop output, what is the special road to transport? Yan Sui's voice fluttered, with a smile, and it was in everyone's ears, but it rolled like thunder, "...... Is it saline? ”

It was silent for a long time before it was broken by the dull sound of flesh hitting the ground.

The prefect of De'an lay on the ground, kowtowed with a bang, and his voice whimpered, "Your Highness, kill me...... Please don't ask......"

Can't ask, can't ask, ask again, it's not something that his little prefect can afford.

The heavy haze clouds of the heavenly family shrouded the head of a small person like him, and whoever split a thunderbolt would not be enough for him to break his bones.

What are you afraid of, what is biased, deliberately holding out a lot of files, anyone who sees these numbers will be dizzy. Who knew that the royal plague god could see the problem with a row of numbers, and who knew that the vast scrolls as high as the mountains that he didn't even glance at carefully were actually remembered by him, like turning over the book in his hand, easily handed, one by one, all things were charming, and there was nothing to hide.

The rumored first person of the Dongtang royal family is really, unspeakably terrifying......

"If you don't ask, don't ask," Yan Sui nodded casually, glancing at another dossier, "For example, the fourteenth year of Yongyu's sacrifice to the river god cost far more than the three years before and after, I won't ask you about this; For example, in the winter of 15 years, how do I remember that year, the Holly Prefecture reported that the winter was warm and rainy, so that epidemics were rampant...... It's strange, our East Hall is not big enough to connect the East China Sea to Kunlun, Qingzhou and your De'an Mansion are only a hundred miles apart, and the difference in time is so much, your De'an Mansion is really magical. Of course, I won't ask you about that. ”

The prefect of De'an muttered, and he couldn't tell whether he was crying or thanking.

“…… If you want to ask, you have to ask Linhai County, where such strange things always happen," Yan Sui's eyes suddenly drifted to another person in the crowd, "Linhai County, what are you thinking?" ”

The person kneeling in the crowd was only thirty years old, his appearance was quite handsome, and his kneeling posture was different from everyone else, his back was straight, his eyes were shining, and he was suddenly pointed out by Yan Sui at this time, and he was not panicked, and said in a hurry, "Returning to the Third Highness, the lower official is not called Linhai County, the lower official's surname is Xie, and his name is broken." ”

The crowd hung their heads and their knees moved silently—a little farther away from him! The culprit still dares to talk to His Royal Highness King Yi like this, and he doesn't bring this when looking for death.

Only the prefect of De'an, who knew a little bit of the inside story, pressed his face more and more tightly to the ground, only to feel that his mouth was bitter like coptis chinensis, and it was flooded layer by layer.

Alas, the gods fight, the little ghosts suffer, when it comes to the roots, they are all a family, why do they always bite like black-eyed chickens.

"Scorpion sting," Yan Sui looked very good-tempered, and his tone was almost gentle, "That's it, do you have something to say to me?" ”

"Xia Guan didn't have a word, because this is not someone else's business." Xie Zhezhi kowtowed, straightened his waist and said, "The lower official has a few other words, which I have to bring to His Highness: De'an is far away, the court is not quiet, and His Royal Highness should return to Beijing as soon as possible." ”

Almost immediately, the atmosphere around me changed.

Yan Sui didn't speak, nor did he get angry, but his face was slightly lighter, and the sunlight obliquely plated his delicate jaw, because the skin was too white, and the arc light was cold from a distance, reminiscent of the moon falling on the edge of thin clouds on a winter night.

His equally jade-white fingers seemed to be unconsciously pinching the air, flicking lightly and flicking.

The grass on all sides suddenly began to grow wildly, and in a moment it jumped up several feet long, and a group of people knelt in the grass, each with green heads.

At this time, everyone was like the prefect of De'an, burying their heads in the mud, pouting into a row of buttocks, like a row of tethered stakes of different colors in the sun.

The attendants moved back silently, lest someone's blood splash dirty their boots.

In the death-like silence that makes the scalp tingle and the whole body is as taut as a bowstring.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps from far and near, instantly breaking the faint force field of murderous aura at this moment.

The attendants glared in surprise and saw a man running in a cloak, holding something in his arms, and running as fast as he could.