In the solemn Qianqing Palace in the early morning, hundreds of officials have stood neatly on their thrones according to their official ranks. With the voice of Jiang Gonggong: "Your Majesty, it's here!" Hundreds of officials knelt down in unison: "My emperor, long live, long live, long live!" ”

"Flat!" Gong Zetian looked at the courtiers standing below, and found that Taifu Master Wen Shijie had taken leave again. Jiang Fuqing leaned in and said in a low voice: "Master Wen has been put into the heat, and the recent floods in all parties have been worried, which has caused old diseases." Miyazawa nodded slightly noncommittally when he heard this.

"There is a book to start playing, and there is no book to retreat"

Zhang Xiuqi, the right deputy of the Imperial Palace, stood up and said: "Minister, there is a book. The ministers thought that there was something wrong with the disaster relief, and that throughout the ages, such matters were inevitably mixed with the transfer of interests and the protection of officials and officials, etc., and it was the assets of the imperial court that were swallowed and the people of Li were squeezed......"

"Lord Zhang, the old minister is corrupt, but he also thinks that now is the critical moment for disaster relief, is it unfair to those colleagues who are diligent on the front line of disaster relief to talk about it in the court? I don't know what the intention is? "Left deputy capital Yushi, Qian Weizhong didn't wait for Zhang Xiuqi to finish speaking, and then choked.

"Lord Qian asked what his heart was, I, Zhang Xiuqi, in front of the saints and hundreds of officials, looked up to the sky and the earth, only a sincere heart for the country and the people. On the contrary, I would like to ask, why is Lord Qian so impatient? ”

"You ......" Before Qian Weizhong could speak, he said crisply and longly: "Report ...... The Emperor's Frontline Disaster Relief Success"

"Good! Report. ”

"Play, the emperor is a saint, the prince Shaobao Wen Xiurong respects, on the second day of the eighth month of the Gengzi year, the flood relief matters in various places have been concluded: a total of two pieces of silver in the imperial court, ten thousand seven thousand Lu Bai three more than two, and two thousand three thousand three hundred seven more than two. Among them, the families of the dead and wounded officers and soldiers were subsidized, and the surplus was a total of 100000 yuan, and the rest was used to resettle the people. The successful completion of the disaster relief matter depends on the Holy Emperor of our country, and the officials from top to bottom work together, each of whom is a public heart for the imperial court. The ministers know very little, and they are inevitably impatient and reckless when they are young, but thanks to the generous advice of their colleagues, they can live up to the emperor's entrustment. Enclosed is a detailed questionnaire of the survey after the resettlement of the people for future inquiries. St. Bow's. ”

"Good! Good! Good! ”

"Your Majesty, Shengming, God bless me Daqi" Mu Qingjie, the right prime minister, hurriedly knelt down and bowed, and the ministers knelt down and shouted: "My emperor, Shengming." ”

"Zhong Aiqing, let's get even." Today, I received the good news of disaster relief from the front, I am very relieved, I don't have much for breakfast, would you like to accompany me with a bowl of rice porridge? ”

"Thank you for your grace!"

"Okay, Jiang Fuqing, rice porridge!"

"Obey the order, serve rice porridge."

In an instant, the solemn Qianqing palace hall spread out the fragrance of rice porridge, and a bowl of warm rice porridge went down to the stomach, and the original tense atmosphere in the hall was relieved a lot. The emperor slowly spoke: "Zhang Xiuqi! ”

"The minister is here."

"What else do you have to say about disaster relief now?"

"Your Majesty, there is no for the time being, please consult the resettlement questionnaire."

"Haha, you're really serious, but the most afraid of the word serious in this world, I'm right! Retreat and go read it," and then looked at Jiang Fuqing. "There is a book, but there is no book!" A moment later.

"Get up and retreat."

"Your Majesty. Long live my emperor, long live, long live," the ministers knelt down in unison.

"Your Majesty, are you going back to the Heart Cultivation Hall or ......?"

"Go to Kunning Palace, sit down, I haven't visited the queen for a long time."

"Yes, set up the Kunning Palace!"

The group carried the dragon and went to the direction of Kunning Palace.