The next day, Wentu hurriedly found Fu Rou and launched a new offensive to prepare for the collection of evidence of King Pan's crimes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Humble girl Fu'er has seen the Wen waiter!" Fu Rou was still cold, bowing her head and not looking.

Wentu was anxious and patiently persuaded: "County Lord, there is no need to be polite between you and me, you see, it is now the scorching sun of June, in full swing, your face is so cold, but you must prevent being infected with the wind and cold." ”

Fu Rou raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth moved, but she still restrained her smile, pursed her lips and said, "I don't know what the waiter has to tell the little girl?"

"I see!" Wentu suddenly jumped to his feet, squinting at Fu Rou.

Fu Rou was taken aback, subconsciously covered her chest, and glanced at Wentu inexplicably, but after just looking at it, she quickly lowered her head, her long flowing hair, round eyes, resolute face, and open lips looked very scary.

"Isn't it?" After all, this is the future wife, Wentu is a little presumptuous, "The county lord," he learned the tone of the queen mother again, pretending to be deep, "This squire has never forgotten to avenge the county lord, but it's a pity that this world can't be without an owner for a day, this squire pondered, watching the county lord gradually haggard, my heart, like a knife cut, this has been a few months, and if I don't come out for the county lord, I estimate that the county lord should also kill this waiter in his dream, do you say, pick up the knife and cut at the neck of the waiter?"

"No!" Fu Rou first listened to the words of revenge, and then there was a temptation from Wentu, she couldn't help blurting out a speech, just after saying it, her face was red, red as Danxia, and she was shy and angry, how could she not dream of it, how could she be holding a knife?

"It's good if you don't have it, it's good if you don't have it!" Wentu hurriedly pursued the victory, but his face became serious, "County Lord, back then, King Pan colluded with Dongtu, no, no, when he negotiated to assassinate the emperor, in addition to talking to each other, could there be any other evidence?"

Fu Rou raised her head, looked at Wentu without any jokes, and replied after a little thought: "Yes, my brother was afraid that King Pan would rebel, so he ordered King Pan to write a handwritten letter, promising that he would never pursue Dongtu after the matter was completed, and cut 300 miles of land as a reward......

"What did you say?!" Wentu lost control and grabbed Fu Rou's sleeve, "Is that really the case?"

Fu Rou was also stunned when she saw Wentu's appearance, forgetting to break away, and nodded without knowing why.

"Not good!" Wentu excitedly walked back and forth in the guard's mansion, "Have you ever heard about the recent movement of Dongtu?"

Fu Rou shook her head in confusion.

Recently, the imperial court has repeatedly received reports that the soldiers of Dongtu have a tendency to cause chaos, but they have all been refuted by the Queen Mother, and I think it must be King Pan's trick!" Wentu exhaled roughly, knowing that King Pan was secretly playing tricks again.

"Impossible!" Fu Rou also lost her face when she heard this, "Brother Wang has always been cautious, and the generals are also dutiful, how can it be possible to make trouble?"

Wentu raised his head suddenly, looked directly at Fu Rou and asked, "Where is the secret letter now?"

After this conversation, Fu Rou became cautious and muttered, "In the hands of General Nie." ”

Wentu was overjoyed, if he got this thing, he would definitely be able to trap King Pan, and he got carried away and blurted out: "Take it as soon as possible, I want to dedicate it to the Queen Mother, and I must make King Pan defeated!"

Looking at it again, Fu Rou showed a look of contempt, and kept stepping back and said: "Do you think the Queen Mother will believe it, and will anger King Pan because of this? Have you ever thought that once it is presented to the Queen Mother, then who will bear the responsibility for assassinating the emperor? Maybe you will put the emperor's missing hat on the east soil! Are you helping me, or are you pretending to deceive the secret letter to invite merit? The humble girl said goodbye, and the civil servant did ...... for himself?"

Wentu regretted not falling, he could never say that the Queen Mother intended to overthrow King Pan, but what Fu Rou said was not unreasonable, there was a conspiracy to assassinate the emperor here!

Seeing the fragrant dumplings in his hands flying away, Wentu sat on the chair and got up dazed, how could it be so easy to force King Pan back? The assassination of the emperor in the other courtyard was also carried out by King Pan, but if King Pan did not fall, who dared to tell the truth, he still went to Jingzi to discuss, and sighed as he walked, unless the emperor, the queen, and the crown prince returned to the palace together, it would be difficult to solve the puzzle! It was only half a year since the emperor ascended the throne for ten years!

In the small village at the foot of the distant mountain, the emperor has already shown a smiling face, and a generation of British emperors has forgotten the first half of their lives, considers themselves farmers, and lives a dull and poor but idle life with their own ladies and children.

In an uneven field, a family of three is hoeing and picking weeds, and they are happy.

"Childe's father," Bi Zi touched his forehead, and a stain of dirt accompanied by sweat appeared, in front of him was Child's father, and Wentu was his own father, "The child has something unknown." ”

Zhuo Ji straightened up, straightened the straw hat on his head, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Work quickly, and talk about what you don't understand when you get home!"

Of course, the emperor was happy to answer, rubbed his hands, and a piece of dust fell, and he nodded with a smile: "What's the matter, just ask!"

Bi Zi stuck out his tongue at his mother, and said with a contemplative look: "Everyone says that the people take food as the sky, and the emperor is also the sky, is food important or the emperor important, and will the emperor farm the land, in that case, two days, is the emperor farming, or is the arable land planting the emperor?"

"Hahaha!" The emperor laughed, and couldn't help but take off his hat and look up at the sky, "Wu'er is really smart, food is the sky, is the way of livelihood, the emperor is the sky, is the way of survival, although it is a heavy sky, there is no contradiction......;

"Meng'er knows, since this is the case, we are also farming, which is a little bigger than the emperor!" Bi Zi seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and he opened his mouth after misinterpreting it.

The two suddenly saw Zhuo Ji staring, and hurriedly lowered their heads to work, but they still couldn't stop their mouths, and Bi Zi asked in a low voice: "Father-in-law, farming is to raise food, and raising a son is to educate people, which of these two is more important?"

"It's all important!" Zhuo Ji was a little angry, and roared, seeing that the sun was about to noon, and her stomach was already screaming.

The two didn't dare to speak loudly anymore, so the emperor bent down and picked Bi Zi's side and pointed at Zhuo Ji's belly, and whispered: "Later, my mother will give you a little brother, and we will farm together, isn't it just farming and educating people." ”

"Who gave birth to you?" Zhuo Ji still overheard, but no longer reprimanded the father and son, lowered her head and secretly laughed.

"Dangdang Dang!" A burst of gong immediately made the three of them stand upright, this is the people of the government are gathering the villagers, Emperor Nidi does not dare to slack off, his own grain field is relatively remote, can not delay the work of the villagers, immediately pulled up the mother and son and quickly returned to the village, and saw a village of old and young people standing there, in front of a few dignified officials.

"The imperial court has a decree-", the fat official led by the leader glanced at Zhuo Ji's family who had come late with dissatisfaction, "From this year onwards, the tax and silver for the autumn grain harvest will be increased by 20%, and those who do not have silver will be deducted from the grain, and they will be charged according to the increase of 30%; in addition, those who go into the mountains to cut firewood and pick up mountain fruits will be taxed as appropriate......"

There was a commotion among the villagers, and this is not sure to be fatal!

Zhuo Ji was the first to rush forward and shouted: "The tax on people's grain is based on subsistence, what else do we eat if we collect so much? Mountain firewood and wild fruits never cost the government's money, so why should we collect taxes?"

The official seemed to be accustomed to hearing the rebuttal, and he said: "The tax increase on autumn grain, that is the edict of the Lord of the Prison State, in order to fill the imperial court, and in the future, the palace will be built for the queen mother, as for the mountains, do you dare to say that they are your family's, that is the mountain of the imperial court, what's wrong with collecting some taxes and silver?"

Bi Zi shouted loudly when he heard his mother on the runway: "The court and the people are the same sky, and the emperor is also from the cultivated land, how can he not care about the life and death of the people?"

"Yes, yes!" the villagers said yes and began to stir.

The official was furious, raised his hand and pushed Bi Zi to the ground, and scolded dissatisfiedly: "Little hairy child, you know a fart!"

The emperor walked to the front and said solemnly: "It is natural for the Lord of the Prison to make meritorious deeds, but I don't know what the emperor's will be? Aren't you afraid that the emperor will blame you, and you won't be able to deal with it? If this is the case, should we raise money voluntarily for expenses other than political affairs, with the high-ranking officials and rich people bearing the brunt, squeezing the people's money, and using the subsistence money to build some kind of palace and what kind of treasury, without fear of attracting criticism?"

"You...... You, bastard!" The official was speechless, and drew his sword and put it across the emperor's neck, "We are here to announce it to the official government, and you can ask about the affairs of the court yourself! Listen, if there is anyone who violates the order, become an official!"

Emperor Nedi frowned, and suddenly felt a splitting headache, Zhuo Ji hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and asked repeatedly, "Xianggong, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay," Emperor Nedi shook his head and calmed down, leaned down and pulled Bi Zi up, "Let's go, let's go home!"

"Father-in-law," Bi Zi choked his breath and suddenly took his hand out of the emperor's hand, "I don't know what kind of official you are, if only you could tell the emperor in person, maybe the emperor will be happy and exempt our village from taxes." ”

"Meng'er!" Zhuo Ji shouted, "Don't talk nonsense!" She knew that Nie Gongzi's mother had a relationship with the Queen Mother, but she was still plotted by someone, and maybe she had already angered the court.

"Yes, if I see the emperor, I will definitely fight for it, but we little villagers, how can we have that opportunity!" "In this way, the little land rewarded by the old village lord can get fifty stone of grain in the autumn, and we have no silver taels in our hands, so we can only pay fifty percent of the grain to the government, and the rest can only be eaten for half a year; in the past, we could still get some mountain goods to replenish, but if we collected taxes again, we had to work day and night." ”

"I'm going to go to Beijing to sue the emperor!" Bi Zi suddenly shouted.

Emperor Nedi shook his head sadly, one hand caressed Bi Zi's head, and the other was pressed against the back of his head, his face was slightly distorted, his brows were locked together, and he endured the pain and said: "How can the imperial court not know about such a situation, the small villages on the edge of the border, which have always been less taxed, have increased taxes and silver, and they are so harsh, it seems that this day is no longer stable, I'm afraid something will happen......"

A family of three walked towards the hut with a sad face, the scorching sun wantonly and tyrannically ravaged this little-known village, and behind them, there was a very short shadow, shaking, so helpless, so small.