At this time, Yongning, who was in Xunfang Pavilion, was completely ignorant of this matter, she was holding a wooden sword in her right hand, and she was holding a sword trick in her left hand.

"That's a wrong move." A man pointed out without ups and downs.

Yongning recalled for a moment and straightened his posture.

Ah Man snorted and signaled that this time was right.

Yongning asked Aman to teach her how to practice swordsmanship for a few months, the reason was that she learned a lesson from that time when she went out in distress, and said that in a few years, King Yong would launch a mutiny because of the hopelessness of seizing power, and then Cheng Tingxi took charge of the dynasty and attacked the Feng family. But she is a deep lady, even if she knows all this, what can she do, Feng Zhengze will not change her political views because of her few words, and she will still come. What she can do now is to make sure that she can escape after the Feng family is exiled. He had already died once, and Yong would rather not waste this second life.

She was doing this secretly, and besides Ah Man, Yun Toad was beside her. Yun Toad is guarding in front, and if someone comes, he will report it in time.

"Miss! Aunt Ma is coming."

Yun Toad's voice came, and Yongning hid his sword.

"Auntie." Yongning greeted him

Ma wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Yongning straight to the point: "Girl, do you remember the painting you gave to the old lady?" ”

"Remember, what's wrong?"

"That painting, it's a bit problem......"

Ma told Yongning what happened to the old lady just now.

Sure enough, the key to Xia'er was stolen that time, and even the paintings in the official suitcase were dropped.

After listening to this, Yongning asked her, "The old lady didn't call me over?" ”

Ma shook his head.

"And does she have anything to say to me?"

Ma shook his head again.

Yongning was silent, if the old lady asked her to go over and scold, it would mean that the matter was still small, but if she held it back like this, her anger would definitely have to be vented bit by bit in the future, and the future would not be easy.

*

The Forbidden City, the residence of the Son of Heaven. There is no more noble place in the four seas, but the heat of the day has not spared this land. As soon as the sun shines, everyone in the world should be hot or hot together.

Wang Chun, the eunuch of the master of ceremonies, stood in the palace with the window door closed, although he was wearing a light clothes that could not be thinner, he was still sweating like a pillar. He stole a glance at the Emperor sitting at the top. The emperor wore a large cotton jacket that is common in winter, as if not only did he not feel hot, but also quite comfortable, without a drop of sweat, and his eyes were slightly closed, as if he did not want to see several ministers standing below.

The emperor attributed all this to decades of conscientious career in seeking the Tao. Both inside and outside the palace know that Long Live Lord takes the pill and is empty inside, but he still thinks that he is old and strong, not only can he take a cold shower in the cold winter, but also a cotton coat is shrunk in the steamer-like temple all day long. When the emperor saw Wang Chun dressed in cool clothes this morning, his eyes were still very proud, as if he was showing off his health and endurance that were different from ordinary people.

A few adults in the hall, from the south to the north, from the southeast to the treasury tax, the topic is getting heavier and heavier, the only thing to be thankful for is that the Yongping Mansion in the north has discovered a few mines, which can barely be talked about to fill the national financial void.

"Recently, refugees outside the city have been displaced, plagues have been rampant, there is a shortage of medical treatment, and there is a chance that nine out of ten people will die." The first to stir up this topic was Tang Cong, the second assistant of the cabinet.

The old man in front of Tang Cong was the first assistant Wang Yuanxi, and the long live master understood his advanced age and allowed him to sit on an embroidered pier to participate in the court meeting.

When he heard this, his flabby eyelids couldn't help but jump.

He had known about it for a long time, but he had never reported it to the heavens, for only one reason, and these refugees had poured in from the war-torn border. Especially in the second town of Xuanda, the battle situation was urgent, and seven of the ten battles were defeated. Li Lie, the governor of Xuanda, received his order to report good news but not bad news, and only reported the remaining three victories every time. The emperor still thinks that everything in the border town is under control. Now that so many refugees have suddenly appeared, don't they know how to slap him in the face?

Fortunately, a plague broke out outside the city, which was exactly what he wanted. Die! It's good that they're all dead! Out of sight and out of mind, his nephew Cao Rupan is also a capable person, not only deducting the medicine from Huimin Pharmacy, but also mixing a lot of inferior products in the remaining few percent, even if he eats it, he can't cure it.

Tang Cong's eyes stayed on Wang Yuanxi for a moment, and continued: "As far as the minister knows, most of these homeless people are from Xuanda Second Town. ”

The emperor still didn't open his eyes, and said slowly: "The news of Xuanda's success is frequent, where are so many displaced people?" ”

Wang Yuanxi knew that it was his turn to speak, and said unhurriedly: "But whenever there is a war, it will inevitably affect the people of Pingtou, even if it is won repeatedly, there is no guarantee that it will not hurt the people in the slightest." In addition, there is no need to requisition people's fields and residences, and it is normal for homeless people to appear on the march and camp, grain and grass logistics. ”

Rao is Tang Cong has been up and down in the sea for decades, and he has seen all kinds of faces, and he was also crooked by Wang Yuanxi's shameless beard: "Lord Shoufu, can you know how many homeless people there are?" That's thousands of them all over the city! I heard that there were still refugees who sneaked into the Chinese medicine shop in the city yesterday to steal herbs, so you can see how serious the plague has become. The purpose of fighting a war is to protect the people, and if the war is won, it will be like this, and it is better not to fight this battle! ”

Tang Cong was angry, and what he said was a little too much, and the emperor finally opened his eyes and reprimanded: "Okay! Now it is necessary to find a way to resettle the displaced people first, not to quarrel here. ”

Wang Yuanxi continued: "The minister has arranged for the distribution of more herbs and grains......"

The emperor snorted, and when he saw Cheng Tingxi, the left servant of the Ministry of Officials and a scholar of Dongge University, he said, "Cheng Aiqing, do you have any suggestions?" ”

Cheng Tingxi slowly stepped out of the ranks, and his deep voice echoed in the hall: "Back to Your Majesty, although controlling the plague is a top priority, it is not a cure for the symptoms. As far as the minister knows, there are many idle farms in Daxing and Wanping counties, so it is better to collect the homeless people from the household registration and let them be self-reliant. ”

Wang Yuanxi glanced at the young minister. Cheng Tingxi saw it, and only pursed his lips and smiled in response.

Over the years, Cao Rupan has secretly annexed a lot of land in the name of Wang Yuanxi, or built other courtyards, or leased them to surrounding farmers at a high price, and now he proposed to take in these refugees.

"Your Majesty......" Wang Yuanxi was old, and his speech speed was slower than his walking speed, and he was interrupted before he could spit out a few words.

The emperor was still thinking about his elixir, patted the armrest of the dragon chair, and said happily: "That's it, retreat!" ”

The ministers bowed and saluted, leaving Wang Yuanxi sitting on the embroidery pier sweating.

It's so hot!

"Cheng Shilang."

Cheng Tingxi heard an old voice calling to him and turned his head.

This group of officials who participated in the court meeting can be roughly divided into three factions, those who support King Rong follow Tang Cong, and those who support King Yong follow Wang Yuanxi. There is also the grass on the wall, which will follow Tang Ge Lao for a while, and Wang Shoufu for a while. The situation is clear.

Hearing Wang Yuanxi shouting Cheng Tingxi, Tang Cong also turned his head and glanced at Cheng Tingxi quite meaningfully.

Cheng Tingxi stopped and made a gesture at Wang Yuanxi.

Wang Yuanxi didn't look at him, his dim eyes looked ahead, and he said hoarsely: "Famous teachers make high apprentices......

Cheng Tingxi naturally knew what he meant, Tang Cong was his teacher.

He replied with two words: "Don't dare." ”

Wang Yuanxi laughed: "I still remember when you first entered Hanlin, you were so talented, although you were low-key, you couldn't hide your edge." I noticed you then, and often exchanged letters with you, and I remember many of your insights now. It's a pity ......."

The world is impermanent!

Cheng Tingxi lowered his eyes and replied: "Xiaguan does admire the first assistant talent, but there is no such thing as a confidant or friend in the officialdom. ”

"It's been more than ten years...... Wang Yuanxi walked forward, infinitely emotional, "Cheng Yingchuan, sometimes even the cabinet can't see through you." You, like a sharp sword in the hands of an assassin, don't seem to hurt people easily, but when you really shoot, you don't stop taking people's lives, but you don't hold it in my hands. ”

He added, "But fortunately it's not in my hands......"

Several officials behind Wang Yuanxi looked confused, could this be the conversation of the big guy?

The wind blew the wide sleeves, Cheng Tingxi stood on the long steps, a pair of Danfeng eyes squinted slightly and watched the group of people gradually leave.