With Zhao Xiyan as his companion, Xu Jing was in high spirits, and he didn't yawn when he saw the folds, and his eyes were bright. After reading a book, I thought about it for a while, and then I put pen to paper and read it.

The royal pen Zhu Pi uses a special pen, and the ink is also specially made.

Xu Jing is not good at reading, and has been spurred by his master Zhao Yuanming since he was a child, but he has practiced a good handwriting.

Zhao Xiyan didn't look around. There was also a stack of folds in front of her. These recitals are all specially singled out, and they are indeed the performances of the civil ministers and military generals. There is not much substance, and it is not appropriate not to review it. It was not difficult for her to review these notes for Xu Jing.

She lifted the pen and put down the ink, and her handwriting was exactly the same as Xu Jing's.

Xu Jing read a few books in a row, then came over and praised again and again: "Even if I look at it myself, I feel that this is the handwriting I wrote."

Therefore, not everyone can do it. Back then, Ma Sansi approved the folding for Emperor Yongming because Ma Sansi had specially practiced the handwriting of the Son of Heaven.

Zhao Xiyan pursed her lips and smiled, looking up at Xu Jing: "There is still half of the play, and after reading it in one go, you can rest earlier."

Xu Jing responded with a tragic face, and continued to watch the music sadly.

Little by little, time slipped by.

Zhao Xiyan finished reading the last book, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Xu Jing seemed to be sitting upright, but in fact, his eyes were half-open and half-closed.

This is the ability that Xu Jing has practiced for many years of studying, and he can sleep while sitting.

Zhao Xiyan was angry and funny, and reached out to pinch Xu Jing's nose. Xu Jing instantly sobered up: "Have you finished reading all the twists and turns?"

"yes, it's all approved." Zhao Xiyan retracted his hand, got up and poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Xu Jing's mouth: "You don't have much left, take a sip of tea to refresh yourself."

Xu Jing drank a cup of tea in this posture, and then looked at it with hopeful eyes: "Crescent Moon, why don't you share some more for me?"

Zhao Xiyan looked at the stack of folds in front of Xu Jing, and also had a headache for him.

A person who gets sleepy after reading a book has to read so many twists and turns every day. I don't want to say if I can understand how to reply quantitatively, just reading it once is a great pain.

Xu Jing worked hard for more than two months, and finally survived until she ascended the throne as the emperor and survived until she also entered the palace. She shared one or two for Xu Jing, and he could also relax a little.

The bottom line of principle is to let it go again and again.

Zhao Xiyan thought for a moment, and reluctantly responded, "I'll read a few more." I don't know much about the major affairs of the country, you dictate, I will write for you."

Xu Jing grinned, neatly divided half of the folds in front of him, and sent them to Zhao Xiyan.

Zhao Xiyan took the first book, and frowned after reading it: "The county guard of Linhuai County has been on the set, and Guangping County, which is under the jurisdiction of Linhuai, has had heavy rains for four days in a row, and the river has swelled, flooding three villages. More than thirty people were drowned."

Xu Jing also frowned, and sighed: "Sitting in this position, there are such twists and turns almost every day. There are more than 100 counties in Dajin and thousands of county seats. There are military disasters here, people and bandits there, droughts, floods, insects, snowstorms, all kinds of disasters."

"The county guard of Linhuai County was ordered to settle the people, open warehouses and release grain, so that the people could not starve to death. Let the doctors prepare anti-epidemic medicines, and exempt Quang Binh County from taxes for another year."

Zhao Xiyan felt a little heavy, nodded and picked up the pen, and said in a low voice, "Is there still silver in the treasury? Can the court allocate some money?"

Don't mention it.

When it came to the treasury, Xu Jing had a bitter stomach: "In the past two years, the imperial court has been fighting. In order to support the war, the treasury has long been emptied. To tell you the truth, the imperial court still owes the officials three months of unpaid. In any case, at the end of the year, this money must be raised for the courtiers to receive the New Year."

Zhao Xiyan: "......"

For a while, I didn't know whether to say that the courtiers were miserable, or that the son of heaven Xu Jing was even more miserable.

Zhao Xiyan glanced at Xu Jing sympathetically: "This dragon chair is indeed not easy to sit on."

"No," Xu Jing sighed again, "I've been clothed and fed since I was a child. I never thought that one day I would worry about the food and clothing of thousands of people in the Great Jin Dynasty, and I would have to worry about the lives of so many courtiers

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It's such a coincidence. Zhao Xiyan's second book is another excerpt of disaster reporting.

This recital was presented by the county guard of Taiyuan County. Fenyang County, which is under the jurisdiction of Taiyuan County, suffered a bandit disaster this year. The bandits who came from nowhere and howbled at several villages outside Fenyang County. The county seat is fine, those villages have been looted and killed, and the people are all dead.

Zhao Xiyan's mood became heavier and heavier, and he silently handed the fold to Xu Jing.

Xu Jing took the fold, and after reading it, he was furious, stood up suddenly, and waved his hand violently in the direction of the void. It's like having a blade that shatters the void in his hand, and he wants to kill all the wandering bandits.

"Send troops to Taiyuan County immediately to suppress the bandits." Xu Jing said angrily: "Someone comes, immediately pass on the word and summon Feng Yuangao and Li Xiao and the three of them to enter the palace."

Xu Shiyi came out of nowhere and received his order.

Zhao Xiyan saw that Xu Jing's eyes were full of anger, and he was a little distressed, so he stepped forward and reached out to pat his back: "Anger hurts your body, don't be too angry. The heaviness of the Great Jin Bandits has accumulated over the past few years, so it's no wonder you."

Xu Jing's anger was directed at Emperor Yongming, who had already buried his bones, and Emperor Yongxing, who had been dead for three years.

"This great Jin world has been plagued by their father and son to the present." Xu Jing gritted his teeth and whispered: "They are emperors, they don't pity the people, and the imperial tomb has been repaired for more than 20 years. The number of laborers requisitioned is innumerable, and I don't know how many have died in vain in the imperial tomb."

"An adult man died, and the family was left with no support. Without strong labor, it is difficult to support oneself."

"The people can't survive, so they will rebel one after another."

In fact, in the previous life, the Great Jin Dynasty did lose the country.

In this life, her rebirth made Xu Jing survive together. Step by step to today, sit on the dragon chair and take charge of the country. This is probably also God's mercy and a chance to give Dajin Jiangshan a chance to continue his life.

Zhao Xiyan moved his hand to Xu Jing's chest and slowly calmed him: "It's useless to think about this now. They are all buried in the imperial tomb, and now you are the Son of Heaven sitting on the dragon chair, and these are the difficulties you have to deal with."

"This is the most infuriating one." Xu Jing's face was dark, and he was almost about to scold angrily: "The evil consequences they have done, now I have to suffer them one by one, and I have to try my best to stabilize the situation."

Who gave him the surname Xu and inherited the Xu family?

The troubled rivers and mountains of the first two emperors of the Xu family are like a gorgeous brocade full of holes. From a distance, it looks bright, but up close it is all holes, and the cool breeze is whirring.

He had to sew and mend and hold on first. Slowly, the rotten brocade was thrown away and replaced with a sturdy and durable cotton cloth.