Chapter Eighty-Eight: Scorched
Inside the Huayang Palace.
There was a group of ministers standing underneath.
They all had sad faces, and the huge hall was silent.
Emperor Yin rubbed his brows, tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest, raised his bloodshot eyes, and looked at the group of people below.
"How are the Aiqing people discussing?"
"This flood is menacing and has spread to many places, so we must ...... Come up with a disaster relief strategy as soon as possible! β
Every time he said a word, the crowd talked about it.
But after the discussion, no one dared to come forward to speak.
"What? Didn't even suggest? β
Even though the person in front of the case suppressed his emotions and pressed the impatience in his heart again and again, the anger was still soaring! He slapped his palm on the table, and the tea cup jumped suddenly.
"Incompetent!"
"If you can't come up with a way today, I will dismiss all of you and investigate them!"
Everyone knew that this was just the king's angry words, but at this moment, no one dared to slack off.
"Ministers should do their best to live up to the emperor's entrustment."
There are more and more people who are in a hurry.
They came one after another, in an endless stream, all of them looked panicked, and the door outside the Huayang Hall was like a city. To solve it at all times, Emperor Yin did not dare to slack off, the original Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, at this moment, has become a place of discussion in the court.
"Your Majesty, Concubine Feng ordered someone to send ginseng soup."
"Get out!"
Under the roar, Emperor Yin was like an angry beast.
Because the strength of the wave of the hand was too strong, the tea cup that was originally shaking on the case was shattered in response to the sound, and the person who sent the ginseng soup was originally a small palace person, where had he ever seen such a big battle? Dengshi shivered with fright.
"The emperor forgives the sin...... The Emperor forgives ...... sins"
But in an instant, he suddenly came back to his senses.
"Wait...... You say, "This soup...... Did Concubine Feng ask you to send it? β
ββ¦β¦ It's ......"
Those scarlet eyes quickly slipped past the courtiers and landed on Feng Tingxun's body. He was talking to another minister, and he didn't seem to pay any attention to what was happening in front of him.
"Since it was sent by Concubine Feng, let's put it down."
"Yes......"
The people in the palace didn't know why, so they only kowtowed a few times in a row, then put down the ginseng soup and walked out of the temple door tremblingly.
In front of Sanmonji Temple.
Huihong's buildings are hidden in the rain and washed endlessly. In the pouring rain, a eunuch dressed in palace clothes came to his horse, and he "shouted", then immediately rolled off his horse and shouted to the door:
"Spread the Emperor's Divine Message!"
"A catastrophe descends from the sky, and an altar is set up at the mountain gate to pray for blessings!"
In his hand, he carried a food box, which was very well wrapped, and even with such a heavy rain, not even a drop of water penetrated into it.
"Hello abbot."
The little eunuch's hands were folded and his attitude was polite.
Because it is a royal land, they have always dared not be presumptuous.
"Pass the emperor's edict, set up an altar at the mountain gate to pray for blessings, this is the food made in the palace, specially dedicated to the immortals, and ask the abbot to convey it on his behalf."
As he spoke, he offered the food box with both hands.
The abbot half-squinted his eyes, but his heart was very clear, and he immediately bowed down.
"Yes, the old man obeys the emperor's orders!"
In the meditation room behind the mountain temple.
Outside, the rain was boundless, stirring the mountains and forests, like the howling of a hundred beasts, but inside the house, it was very quiet.
A maidservant girl in a Taoist robe came in with a basket of pastries.
"Madam, this is a new one from the palace, can you try it while it's hot?"
Hearing this, the person on the lotus futon slowly turned around. When the maidservant saw this, she hurriedly went to help her up.
"Who sent it?"
"I heard the abbot say that it was a little eunuch, saying that it was a heavy rain and waterlogging, and he wanted to open a dojo in the temple to pray for blessings."
She nodded, as if thoughtful.
"Take it out."
The maidservant obeyed the order, and when she opened it, it was a box of bright yellow and soft osmanthus cake, which was held in a glass cup with a dragon and phoenix, and the two complemented each other.
The hidden queen smiled.
"When the mourning family is in the palace, the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet every year, he likes to eat this the most, and he still remembers it!"
"Our Emperor...... The young master is filial, how can he not remember? β
Unexpectedly, the hidden queen sneered.
"Filial piety? Speaking of which...... It's just a faΓ§ade! The mourning family understands it, and in his heart, this country and society is ten times heavier than the relationship between mother and son! β
At this point, the maidservant did not dare to answer again.
The eunuch who came to deliver the message never left.
After about half an hour, the food box turned back, still taken out by the abbot. As soon as the little eunuch's eyelids were raised, he immediately got up and folded his hands.
"Thank you, Abbot, farewell!"
"Donor walks slowly."
Inside the Huayang Palace.
Xiao Xiazi shook off the dust and hurriedly walked in, he glanced towards the center of the hall, and then walked up to the hall with his waist bent.
"Your Majesty, the osmanthus cake has been delivered."
Hearing this, Emperor Yin's eyelids jumped.
"Do the immortals have words?"
"Your Majesty, what do you see......"
As he spoke, he took out a small note from his sleeve and quietly handed it over.
I saw that on the new white rice paper, with a line of small letters, only eight words were written: for the benefit of the people, Fang is Mingjun.
For the benefit of the people, Fang is Mingjun......
This sentence was repeated several times in Emperor Yin's heart.
"Immortal ......"
He hung his head to himself, his expression extremely heavy.
"Go! Inform the officials in the court to immediately go to the palace to discuss state affairs together, and if there is a late arrival or early departure, they will be severely punished according to the law. β
After muttering for a while, he lowered his voice and said, "Invite King Shao'an over as well." β
Xiao Natsuko waited quietly.
I knew that there was a change, but all of a sudden, Emperor Yin spoke so violently, even if he was mentally prepared, his heart at this moment also mentioned his throat.
"Yes, the minion is going!"
After the oracle was handed down, in less than half an hour, the Huayang Hall was full of people who were stunned.
"Ladies and gentlemen, ......"
"The weather is ominous, the water is rising everywhere, the people of Dayin are displaced, homeless, can the Aiqing come up with a decision?"
Everyone turned their heads to each other and talked about it.
"The emperor ......", the person who spoke out of the wat holder was Mu Tianzhang, the left attendant of the ministry.
"Since ancient times, the monarch has regarded the people as the sky, and the people have taken food as the sky, and if the disaster suffers today, it should reflect the benevolence and love of the people."
"Then Mu Aiqing, what's the way?"
"The minister thinks that it is supposed to open a warehouse for grain relief, clean up the prefectures and counties, register and reorganize all the refugees, send them to work, and wait until the flood has receded, and then split the people from the densely populated areas with household registration to replenish them."
He paused, looking at the superior.
"In doing so, first, it can temporarily stabilize the people's hearts and prevent riots; Second, we will not let the victims sit on the mountain and consume the savings of the national treasury in vain. β
These words spoke to his heart.
Emperor Yin glanced downward, his eyes earnest.
"What else?"
"The Emperor", this person, but the head of the household is the head of the household.
"The minister thinks that now the treasury is not abundant, the northern border is strong, and there may be a war at any time, and after summer and autumn it will be a cold winter, and this autumn harvest is barren, and the military food cannot be cut off, and besides, refer to the annals of history......"
"Go on!"
Seeing Emperor Yin's gloomy face, Qi Youdao's shoulders shrugged.
"Referring to the annals of history, after the catastrophe, it is often the plague that is rampant, and it is bound to consume a lot of money, and it is really difficult to support the enemy.
"Humph!"
He stared at the group of people below and shouted, "What about you? β
When I drank this sentence, I suddenly exploded like an ant.
"Your Majesty, the minister thinks that he should open a warehouse to suppress grain, and he should not delay."
"But the minister thinks that he should think about the overall macro situation, and he can't be reckless."
"I think it's ......"
"Enough!"
Emperor Yin was upset when he heard this, staring at the people under his nose, usually fine, one by one, talking endlessly, but now that the major events are present, they have all become turtles with shrunken heads, and they have no responsibility at all!
"Dou Lao, what do you say?"
Hearing the questions of the superiors, Dou Laowu came out of the ranks.
This man is the father of the good concubine.
He said solemnly: "Since ancient times, the monarch and the people have been one, and the water boats complement each other, if you want to be extraterritorial, you must first settle down, and the ministers think that the victims should be treated as soon as possible." β
After listening to this, Emperor Yin's expression was indifferent and noncommittal.
But no one spoke again.
He was so angry that his liver and lungs trembled, and his scarlet eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire at the moment, staring directly at the people below.
"Rubbish!"
The superior said softly in his heart.