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As soon as they went to the court, all the ministers clearly felt that the atmosphere in the hall today was a little more frightened than yesterday. After saluting respectfully, everyone stood below and remained silent, looking at the emperor who was sitting on the dragon chair in a bright yellow dragon robe.

As is customary, no one dares to speak in such a scene. But today seemed to be no different from every day before, but they could see the clues from the emperor's expression. The chamberlain had already called out for a book, but no one came out to report the matter.

After all, now anyone with a discerning eye can see that the emperor is in a bad mood, and no one wants to stand up and offend this bad head first. If it makes the emperor feel even worse, it may be their own heads that are lost.

The emperor's eyes finally focused, he raised his chin slightly and swept downward, seeing that all the ministers were bowing their shoulders and shrinking their heads, the anger in his heart did not come to a place! This seemed to him to be a complete wreck, and when he remembered the secret report he had just received, these times suddenly intertwined, making him completely angry.

He patted the armrest of the dragon chair with a big hand, and asked in a cold voice, "What?" You're all dumb today!" Now not only the clear-eyed people, but even the fools can see that the emperor is angry. The wrath of the Son of Heaven ambushes millions of corpses. At this juncture, no one dares to provoke the emperor.

After the emperor's voice sounded in the main hall, it fell completely silent. If he didn't answer, the emperor's eyes widened suddenly, if he didn't care that this was still in the court, he didn't want to lose his temper in front of all the ministers, he would have dealt with these ministers a long time ago!

No one speaks, no one dares to speak! It's like rubbish! The chamberlain hurriedly brought the hot tea prepared on the table and handed it to the emperor's mouth, bowed low and comforted: "Your Majesty, you dissipate your anger." You can't be angry right now. ”

Following the service of the chamberlain, the emperor took a sip of tea. The moist tea dissipated most of the anger in his heart, and he patted his chest, his eyes paused again, and then slowly swept over the faces of each of the ministers below.

Although these ministers made him unhappy, more important matters had to be resolved as soon as possible. He knew that these ministers were simply afraid of him just now, and tried their best to persuade themselves not to be angry, not to be angry. After a short pause, he looked at Xiang Gexing, who was standing at the head of the many officials below.

"Xiang Aiqing, did you see the news that I reproduced yesterday that people passed to you?" The Emperor asked. was named in public, Xiang Gexing did not feel the slightest discomfort, walked out of the queue of officials without hurrying, and then attached himself to give a big salute to the emperor first.

Xiang Gexing replied: "Your Majesty, the old minister has received the news yesterday." The emperor and Xiang Gexing sang and harmonized in the main hall, which made the other uninformed ministers puzzled. What's the news? What are the emperor talking to Prime Minister Xiang?

However, they soon knew the answer, and the emperor with a majestic face on the dragon chair nodded with satisfaction after hearing Xiang Gexing's answer. Then, his gaze turned to the others again, but he didn't look at the others as well as at Xiang Gexing.

The emperor didn't hang on to other people's appetites, and said directly: "I received a secret report from Wen Qiao yesterday. At present, the flood in Fuzhou has not been resolved, but the food in Fuzhou is no longer enough to support the daily needs of the people who remain in Fuzhou. ”

As soon as these words came out, the hall exploded in an instant. What kind of place is Fuzhou? Land! Now Wen Qiao actually told them that there is not enough food in Fuzhou, isn't this a big joke in the world! If there was no food in Fuzhou, their people in the capital would have starved to death long ago!

Soon, an official stood up, and he said directly: "Your Majesty, is this matter true?" How could Fuzhou be short of food!" At the same time, this sentence was also the heartfelt words of all the officials present.

In fact, the emperor couldn't believe it when he received Wen Qiao's secret report at first, but he quickly calmed down. The current situation of flooding in Fuzhou and other places, not to mention the result of falsely reporting what the matter was, he didn't believe that Wen Qiao didn't know.

This time the letter was delivered, and the emperor believed that Fuzhou was really as Wen Qiao said in the secret report. As long as the Fuzhou flood can be dealt with in a timely manner, spending more money and food is a trivial matter. What the emperor is asking for is only the peace of the country, and now something has happened in Fuzhou, and he must do his best to solve it.

The emperor waved his hand to the officials who were speaking below, signaling him to retreat to the ranks of officials first, and said, "The flood in Fuzhou is not child's play!" The lives of the people and Fuzhou and other cities are the most important at the moment!"

The Fuzhou flood is a big thing, and a small thing is also a small thing. When the territory of the dynasty was vast, the people were even more thousands. Fuzhou is only a small part of this. But as an emperor, aren't these things that need to be dealt with?

Isn't it for such a thing that officials solve problems for the emperor?

After explaining the matter clearly, the emperor looked at the officials below and asked, "Since Fuzhou has sent a letter to the capital to beg, then we naturally have to solve the food problem of the people of Fuzhou first!" The emperor's words were reasonable, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Alright." The emperor moved his stiff arm and asked again: "This time to send grain to Fuzhou, which Aiqing is willing to take the initiative to ask for it?" The noisy hall suddenly fell silent again, official, look at me, I look at you.

Seeing that no one was willing to stand up for a long time, an impatient expression flashed on the emperor's face, "What? No one wants to take the initiative to go to this little thing?" The emperor's words revealed the meaning of anger.

Just to escort a grain and grass, the emperor saw that no one stood up, pointed his finger down at random, and said, "Okay, it's just you."

Everyone looked in the direction of the emperor's finger, but they were standing in the middle of the crowd, and the position was neither too far forward nor too backward. The Ministry of Officials is a department dedicated to the management of officials, but by the time of the current emperor's generation, the Ministry of Officials is no longer of much use.

The emperor is not mediocre, and there is also the prime minister Xiang Gexing, and then there are important organs such as the Privy Council. What the officials can do is to adjust some unimportant official positions. To the others, the power in their hands is heavier than the other, and where do they dare to provoke.

Suddenly named by the emperor, the official Shangshu trembled all over. He froze in place for a few moments, until the officer next to him nudged him with his arm. He walked out of the crowd and saluted the emperor tremblingly.

The official Shangshu's surname is Jiang Mingcheng, and his official position is not small, so the emperor naturally remembers him. "Jiang Cheng." The emperor on the dragon chair directly called his name and said, "Are you willing to send you to escort grain and grass this time?" Things have come to this point, how can there be any refusal to say, "The minister is willing to relieve His Majesty's worries." ”