Blessed Temple.

Ma Gonggong held a stack of folds high and quietly stepped into the main hall.

Outside the hall, the ice and snow are cold and biting, and there are several charcoal basins burning in the hall, which is as warm as spring. From the outside of the temple to the inside of the temple, it is like two heavens.

Emperor Yongming's huge fat body was crowded into the dragon chair, with an impatient expression: "Where did you come from so many twists and turns?"

Ma Gonggong carefully placed the folds on the imperial case, and then replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, these folds are all sent by the counties near the capital."

Heavy snow blocked the official road for seven or eight days, and it was barely possible to travel until these two days. The folds flew in one after another. It is conceivable that there will be more twists and turns in the future.

Emperor Yongming's face was gloomy, he picked up a notebook, his eyes swept away, and his face sank a little. Read another one, even more impetuous. Open another ......

I don't know what I saw, Emperor Yongming's face became more and more ugly, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed it.

With a snapping sound, the rest of the music flew to the ground.

The chamberlain, who was waiting in the temple, knelt tremblingly. Gonggong Ma and Gonggong Jiang were no exception, their faces were like land and they knelt down in front of Emperor Yongming to plead guilty.

Emperor Yongming was full of anger, and it was common for him to be angry with the people around him. The attendants in this blessed hall were killed by a rod from time to time. In the past two years, almost all the errand-running attendants have changed. Only Gonggong Ma and Gonggong Jiang are standing.

Ma Gonggong relied on figuring out the holy will to share the worries of the Son of Heaven, and in order to please the Son of Heaven, Jiang Gonggong did a lot of pickled things in private.

At this time, Emperor Yongming was furious, and neither of them dared to say anything.

"Useless bastards!" Emperor Yongming scolded angrily: "The snow falling from the sky is clearly a good omen, and they are crying one by one to reduce taxes and open a warehouse for disaster relief. This is the flesh that will be cut off and my blood will be released."

In the past few days, hundreds of officials in the capital have played a fold, asking the Son of Heaven to provide disaster relief, and Emperor Yongming has all stayed in the middle of the country. Today, it was the counties under the jurisdiction of the capital that sent the song, and Emperor Yongming couldn't pretend not to see it.

The point is that the imperial court has no money at all, and it is unable to provide disaster relief.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs still has silver and grain, but these are the private property of the Son of Heaven. Last year, because of the war, he took out a part of it, and Emperor Yongming's heart ached.

The bandits who rebelled against them must be exterminated, and they can barely endure the money of the Internal Affairs Office if they move it. What is a big deal if the snow freezes some people to death?

Emperor Yongming scolded angrily, slightly out of anger in his heart, and sat back in the dragon chair panting.

Father-in-law Jiang, who was kneeling on the ground, boldly said, "The emperor is angry. The minions will let the musicians and dancers come over and play a dance and a song for the emperor to relieve his boredom."

This is very much in line with Emperor Yongming's wishes.

Emperor Yongming's face softened and nodded slightly.

Soon, the musicians came in and played a beautiful sound. Several bewitching dancing girls danced to the music. The dancing girl at the head is as charming as silk, twisting her waist and shedding her clothes.

Emperor Yongming's eyes were about to glow.

Ma Gonggong quietly brought a cup of tea. In this tea, there are three pills of medicine to help the fun.

Emperor Yongming is lustful as his life, and he has no women every day. Since I was a prince a few years ago, I have to take medicine every day. At first, half a pill was enough, and now I have to take three pills.

Emperor Yongming drank the tea in one gulp, and under the heat, he took off his dragon robe and pulled the dancing girl to the side of the dragon chair.

The ugliness of the daytime Yin will not be described in detail.

East Palace.

The prince had a heart attack on the Eighth Festival of the New Year, and he has been lying on the couch to recuperate. It's been almost a month, and I'm barely being helped to stay.

Su Huan and Murong Yan came to serve every day.

The prince's attitude towards the two side concubines is significantly different. Su Huan often reads for the prince and feeds the prince medicine. As for Murong Yan, if he stood by the bed for a while, holding a cup of tea at most, he would be sent away.

Murong Yan was extremely aggrieved in her heart. Although she doesn't like the prince, she is really embarrassed to be ignored and neglected like this as a concubine of the prince.

Today, it was rare for the prince to take the initiative to open his mouth to talk to her: "Murong Clan, how thick is the snow outside?"

Murong Yan's spirits suddenly lifted

, hurriedly responded: "Back to Your Highness, the snow in the East Palace is about a foot thick. It's all frozen now."

There are chamberlains in the East Palace to sweep the snow, and there is so much thick snow. I'm afraid that the sky outside the palace has been frozen and snowy! I don't know how many people were frozen to death and starved to death.

The prince's eyes darkened, and he let out a long sigh.

Su Huan softly comforted the prince: "This is a natural disaster, no wonder anyone. My cousin is still sick, and taking good care of my body is the first priority. The emperor is in charge of disaster relief."

The Son does not speak of the Father.

Where would Emperor Yongming take the people's joys and hardships to heart? will only think that the courtiers will play and add to the chaos. It's almost the same to hide in a tall and warm palace and indulge in pleasure.

The prince smiled bitterly and sighed again.

"Your Highness," Gonggong Lu respectfully reported, "The prince is here."

There were six feudal princes. The son in the mouth of Gonggong Lu is only Xu Jing.

A smile flashed in the prince's eyes: "Let him in."

Su Huan and Murong Yan retreated together.

After a while, Xu Jing stepped into the bedroom, his brows furrowed, no politeness, and he made his intentions straightforward: "Cousin, there are people in the capital who are freezing to death and starving to death every day. The situation outside the capital is even worse. When the people have no way to live, there is only one last way left to rebel."

"It can't go on like this! Please let the emperor issue an order for disaster relief as soon as possible!"

The crown prince was in a heavy mood and said in a low voice: "In the past few days of the New Year, the recitals of the hundreds of officials are piled up with imperial cases, and my father and the emperor ignore them."

Xu Jing: "......"

With Xu Jing's temper, it is really not easy to resist the urge to scold the faint monarch angrily.

The crown prince looked at Xu Jing, who was unhappy, and sighed again: "I will go to see my father today and ask my father for disaster relief."

Anger surged in his chest, Xu Jing couldn't bear it anymore, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Will the emperor blindly enjoy himself and not care about the lives of the people? Water can carry a boat and capsize a boat, such a simple truth, even children know. Why did the emperor turn a blind eye? When the people and bandits rise up, the destruction of the country is just around the corner."

The prince was silent.

Xu Jing exhaled hard: "Cousin, I'm sorry, I was impulsive just now, and my speech was a little ugly."

The prince whispered, "You are telling the truth, and I don't blame you. I am the crown prince, and I am also the son of my father, the father and son, you can say these things, but I can't say them."

"Now I am the only one who can persuade my father. You go with me."

Xu Jing's anger calmed down a little, and he looked at the prince with a weak body and a face as white as paper, both worried and distressed: "It's very cold outside, from the East Palace to the Fuyou Palace, it's such a long way, where can you stand it."

The prince's body is weak, but his will is extremely tenacious, and he said lightly, "If you can't stand it, you have to go." I am the prince of the Great Jin, and as long as I live, I have to shoulder my responsibilities."