Anzhou came to a new thorn history, surnamed Song Mingmao Huijun, a person from Huzhou, a protégé of Liu Muqing, the head of the dynasty, and an official from the fifth rank in his twenties.

As the backbone of the Liu Party, Song Mao is deeply respected by the Son of Heaven, and this time he served as the assassin of Anzhou, which came with a secret order.

The new official took office with three fires, and his first fire burned to King Wu, and the gorgeous palace still under construction in Xi'an Town was directly stopped.

Things have to start a few months ago, the deeds of King Wu's immorality have long been spread throughout the court, when the dignified queen mother was hindered by the royal face and kept pressing.

Later, the little emperor was in power, and he knew his uncle's city government, so he instructed the secret guard to publicize this matter, and soon the whole capital was well known.

Wang Zhaoqi "had no choice" and sent Song Mao to Anzhou, one to stop the absurd behavior of the emperor's uncle, and the other to spy on him, not only earned a good reputation for himself, but also made King Wu fall into an embarrassing situation where no one was available, which can really be said to have brought the emperor's mental skills to the extreme.

"If you want to break its rebellion, you must first destroy its reputation and make it unpopular with the people, so that the other party has already lost half of it first."

This was taught to his nephew by Wang Siheng.

……

Looking at the extraordinarily deserted palace, King Wu put his hands in his sleeves and sighed:

"Zhaoqi, that kid, this is forcing me to a dead end."

"Lord Wang, I heard that Song Mao has opened a warehouse to release grain, and the people praise him as a Qing official." Guan Changsheng whispered.

"What's more, the soup is being given at this time, and it is located on the edge of the palace, do you say that you are angry?"

On the steps sat a young man, unkempt and dressed in tattered clothes, sitting there with a porcelain bowl and drinking porridge, not forgetting to make a sound of enjoyment after drinking.

"Don't say it, this porridge is hot enough."

The young man is none other than Wang Yijing.

Not long ago, he accepted the first big gift from King Wu, and he had a short mouth, so he could only temporarily agree to become a staff member.

Wang Siheng promised that after the incident, he would be directly named a general, and if he performed well, he could continue to be promoted, and finally whether it was a general or a prince, he would be brought to the new dynasty, which was the second big gift.

King Wu has a hand in painting cakes, and Wang Yijing will not take it too seriously, after all, what a man says at the wine table is as unreliable as what he says on a woman's bed.

He will join just because he has no choice, rebellion is a felony to lose his head, but as long as life is passable, no one is willing to take risks, except for King Wu, who is tired of living a comfortable life and wants to find excitement.

Wang Yijing drank the porridge in the broken bowl without falling into his stomach, and did not forget to lick the bottom of the bowl clean, a picture of not having eaten enough for several days, but it was indeed consistent with the outfit on his body.

It wasn't until he finished eating that Wang Siheng asked:

"How's it going?"

Wang Yijing put the bowl aside, lay directly on the ground, rested his head on his arm and said:

"After the prince's squandering in the past few years, there is not much left in Anzhou's family, Song Mao's first fire is to stop work, the second fire is to release grain, and if you want to come to the third fire, it should be bled out."

"Whose blood?"

"The local gentry are filthy, they are finished, and it will be your turn."

The young man's words made Wang Siheng's face change, but Guan Changsheng next to him was mostly surprised, because the other party actually thought the same as himself.

"Does he Song Mao really have the guts?"

"Song Mao doesn't, but our Majesty does, as the saying goes, if there are dates and no dates, no matter how well the prince hides, he can't escape the emperor's suspicion after all.

You haven't seen His Majesty for a long time, and you may still treat him as a child, but I can tell you that you must not underestimate him.

can endure humiliation and burden under the Queen Mother for many years, and still do not lose the will to seize power, this tenacity alone is enough for the prince to take it seriously. ”

After Wang Yijing finished speaking, he sat up and burped, looking heartless.

He only has to come up with ideas, and he doesn't have to worry too much about the world, so he naturally doesn't need to worry too much.

Next to him, Wang Siheng's eyebrows were twisted, obviously made a little uncomfortable by this hand.

Wang Yijing touched his stomach and said to himself:

"When you're full, you're sleepy, find a place to rest, and have a meal at night."

After speaking, Guan Changsheng stood up in his strange gaze, and was about to leave with the broken bowl, but the other party finally couldn't help but say:

"Wang Shaoxia, do you really think of yourself as a beggar?"

Wang Yijing turned his head, looked at the man who was a few years older than himself, and grinned:

"What's so bad about being a beggar? If you want to eat and sleep, the government will give you an extra two cents a day to nourish it.

Oh yes, today I met an old beggar who said that he wanted to introduce me to his daughter-in-law, and there was no barrier between everyone, and if you gave birth to a son in the future, you can also ask for food together. ”

After speaking, scratching his buttocks and walking into the distance, Guan Changsheng looked at his unobtrusive appearance, and couldn't help but say:

"Lord, look at him......"

"Forget it, let him go."

"What do we do next?"

"It's time to meet that Lord Song."

……

The next day, at the base of the palace wall, a young man in his twenties was directing a group of officials to distribute money and food to the victims.

Although each person only has a bowl of porridge and two cents, it is enough to save their lives, but it is a little difficult to wait until the winter comes.

"My lord, it's not a way for us to give alms, there is not much surplus silver grain in Anzhou, and in the past few days, it has bottomed out."

A middle-aged man in a shirt reminded in a low voice.

The young man poured porridge and water for a victim and said calmly:

"How did you find a local gentry earlier?"

"That group of people is very sleek, they know what we are going to do, all kinds of shirks, there are only seven or eight people who are sick, and there are no new tricks at all."

"Since you don't want to come, then the official will go to them in person."

"My lord, more than half of them have gone to other places in the past few days, and some of them are timid, so they directly sold their ancestral homes at a low price and moved their families."

Song Mao frowned when he heard this, he had been in the capital for a long time, and most of the things he dealt with were clerical work, and he usually dealt with rich businessmen in a hurry with the other party, but now that he had something to ask them, he found it so difficult to deal with.

"Order martial law in Anzhou, and don't let them out of the city again."

"Lord Song, I'm afraid that this matter is inappropriate, those who stay behind have a relationship with the prefect, if you do it too much, ......"

The master ordered it so far, and the "friendship" in his mouth is naturally the incense piled up with silver during the New Year's Festival.

In the face of such bad habits of officialdom, even Song Mao, who is not so clear in black and white, doesn't know how to start for a while.

If it was he who collected the money himself, those merchants would take the initiative to offer it with a smile on their faces, but if it was a disaster relief, none of those people would be willing to pay it out, because it was unprofitable.

When he was worried, two people came out of the palace, although they were both wearing cloth clothes, Song Mao recognized one of them at a glance as King Wu.

Since they came to Xie'an, the two have never officially met, and when they stopped the construction of the palace, they only relied on a piece of paper.

I thought that the infamous King Wu would not deal with him as a small official, and it might even evolve into a tense situation, but he didn't show any of them, and directly let his subordinates dismiss the migrant workers.

……

"Lord Song, I have admired the name for a long time." Wang Siheng opened in an old-fashioned manner.

The young man replied:

"I've seen His Royal Highness."

"I've been busy with important things before, and I couldn't visit Song Thorn History, please forgive me."

"The prince is serious, it is the lower officials who should visit you."

After the two exchanged politeness, Wang Siheng suddenly said:

"Lord Song is worried about disaster relief?"

…… (End of chapter)