minions live

Chapter 187

Dragon Boat Festival.

Early in the morning, Xingji City was already decorated with lanterns and festoons, with drums and gongs blaring; the people were elated and smiling.

There is a scene of universal celebration everywhere.

In the golden hall, a needle can be heard, and the atmosphere is oppressive.

Emperor Changxing had a cold face.

He just learned the news that Fan Gaopeng, the governor of Miwu County, was captured by the rioters, and his good mood at the beginning of the festival suddenly disappeared.

The sheriff is already the highest official in the place.

When the county guard was captured, he not only slapped some understatements, but also slapped Emperor Changxing hard on the face.

"Where's the lieutenant of Misty County?" He stared at Guan Yi, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, "Is he dead, or sleeping?"

Laigu, Yingling, and Tianshui counties where civil unrest occurred first, at least the county guards and county lieutenants are still exercising their responsibilities.On the contrary, it was Miwu County who came from behind, and it was enough if there was no chaos, and the Weishou Mansion was directly captured by the chaos.

It really makes no sense.

"Your Majesty," Guan Yi broke out in a cold sweat, "The veteran also just received the news that the Ministry of War has sent his subordinates eight hundred miles to rush to Miwu County as soon as possible."

He trembled and said in shock: "It may take a few days before we know the specific situation."

"How many more days?" Emperor Changxing became more and more furious.

Cough!

The old emperor couldn't breathe for a while, and his face flushed instantly.

The ministers were frightened.

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

"Hurry up and tell the doctor!"

Chang Lu hurried over to comfort Emperor Changxing, "Your Majesty, calm down. Jade bowl! It's just a small jade bowl. It's not worth it if you get angry..."

After a while, the imperial physician rushed over, and Emperor Changxing's condition improved.

After taking a few more sips of the Meditation and Calming Tea, Emperor Changxing's expression finally returned to normal.

He didn't care about resting, pulled out the obstructive Chang Lu, and asked with a calm face, "Guan Yi, when will the soldiers to put down the chaos leave?"

If the news of Fan Gaopeng being captured by the rioters got out, Emperor Changxing couldn't even imagine what would happen to those nearby counties.

"Return to Your Majesty," Guan Yi answered bravely, "The soldiers and food for the suppression of the chaos will be assembled today and tomorrow. The team can set out to suppress the chaos at any time."

Emperor Changxing nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, there is reliable news.

However, the ministers looked at each other and lowered their heads in unison.

After the news of the civil unrest reached Xingji City, all parties saw that the cover could no longer be covered, so they had to rewrite the scriptures.

It's just that in the papers submitted by all parties, including Emperor Changxing's most trusted Jin Linwei, most of the news about civil unrest is habitually written lightly.

Big things become small, small things become small.It is more important to keep the black yarn on the head first, so as not to be impeached by the censor for a crime of dereliction of duty.

Since the situation is minor, the Ministry of War is naturally not good at making a fuss about it.

Guan Yi asked people to randomly draw some county soldiers from several medium-sized counties in the middle of Yunchui, and gathered 1 troops to come out.

3000 soldiers are against the mob in the last three counties. On average, each county has more than [-] troops, which is enough.

Qian Liang, Minister of the Household Department, took a step forward and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, the situation in the western counties is changing rapidly. When the plan to calm the chaos was made before, Miwu County was still calm, but now..."

Having said that, he paused.

"The veteran thought that the [-] soldiers from the prefecture mobilized by the Ministry of War might not be enough to quell this civil disturbance..."

Qian Liang moved his mouth, but didn't say any more.

If the Ministry of War transfers those counties close to the border, he has nothing to say.

For example, Guangxin, Baihua, Canglan, Yumu, Dingxi, etc. These counties will fight foreign enemies from time to time, so their county soldiers are still quite effective.

Now that Guan Yi is mobilizing soldiers from the county in the middle of Yunchui, Qian Liang is not very optimistic.

Except for guarding the city gate, these people rarely move, and their training has long been neglected. How can they have any combat effectiveness?

The most important thing is that among the 1 horses, it would be great if [-] are real people.

Emperor Changxing rubbed his forehead.

His head went up again.

There are many people in Yunchui, and the number of soldiers has never been a problem.

But where to get food and money is a big problem.

The national treasury has been empty, and there is no money at all.

"Your Majesty," Fan Wen, Minister of Rites, stood up.

The old Shangshu didn't care about Emperor Changxing's dark face at all, and clamored to quote a lot of truths, which made all the civil and military officials in the court full of confusion, and even wanted to plug their ears.

Emperor Changxing was even more regretful.He couldn't help but look up at the front door of the Golden Palace.

The emperor's aunt should also be called to the palace to discuss matters.

As long as she is not happy to hear it, she will knock on it with a crested stick.This old Shangshu will shut up his chattering mouth...

Emperor Changxing was secretly pleased.

It's a pity that Princess Yiguang is not here, his hopes have been dashed, and he can only continue to listen to the noise of the Minister of Rites.

After a long time, Fan Wen is still full of "Zi Yue" and "Ancient People Say"...

Emperor Changxing became more and more impatient, his eyes couldn't help falling on the paperweight and inkstone at hand, and he suddenly felt a little itchy in his palms.

The last time he smashed Guan Yi in the Imperial Study Room, seeing the Minister of War's Huarong dodging in embarrassment, Emperor Changxing became a little addicted.

It's just that reason quickly persuaded him.

The historian nestled under the third golden pillar was still holding a pen in his hand, staring at the situation on the golden hall with his ears pierced.

Emperor Changxing didn't want him to write such a sentence in the history books with a swipe of his pen: "The 29th year of Changxing, during the Dragon Boat Festival, the emperor was furious for no reason, and smashed the model essay with an inkstone. The minister of the Ministry of Rites died!"

I don't know how long it took.

Cough!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Chang Lu reminded in a low voice.

Emperor Changxing came back to his senses, only to realize that Fan Wen below had finally finished speaking the truth and stepped aside.On the dragon case in front of me, there was another thick stack of papers at some point.

But there was a person kneeling in front of the hall.

Cheng Enbo was sweating profusely, "Your Majesty, forgive me. The old minister's uncles didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and they used their identities behind the old minister's back to do such things that deceived the superiors and concealed the anger and grievances of the world. They really deserve death..."

He kowtowed and begged for mercy, and finally expressed his willingness to bear half of the cost of quelling the chaos, and he would raise [-] dans of grain within two months and send them to the four counties in the west to dispel public anger.

Emperor Changxing lifted his spirits, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

He was distracted just now, and he didn't know what Fan Wen said, which actually caused the head of the country to willingly spend money to fill the hole.

but……

Emperor Changxing's eyes narrowed.

When did the Cheng Enbo Mansion save so much money?
Almost more than the treasury.

The court meeting was full of disturbances, and it finally came to an end near noon.However, the fog riot and the capture of the sheriff did not come out.

The entire Star City is still immersed in the joy of the festival.

Ren Ning changed into dragon boat racing attire and looked coldly at the jubilant crowd in front of him.

He was not surprised at all.

In this era, cars and horses are slow, and letters are far away.Compared with the modern and convenient network, even the fastest [-]-mile express is not worth mentioning.

Thousands of miles away, civil unrest occurred in the western part of the country. To the people of Xingji City under the emperor's feet, it was like a world away. It was not worth worrying about at all.

As for those caravan leaders who traveled east and west, perhaps the nobles who had land in these counties would feel a little worried.

"By the way, where is the main field of our General's Mansion?" Ren Ning asked.

From the seventh-rank captain to the fifth-rank Xuanwu general, he has added hundreds of acres of fertile land and mountains to his name.It's just that Ren Ning really didn't pay attention to where his property was.

Yo!
Yingpan was arranging his clothes, joking with a smile: "Sanggong still cares about these things."

She pointed to the north side: "The rewards from the Ministry of War are all poorly located fields, mostly in the cold places in the north. I am trying to exchange them with other people to see if I can exchange them for some fields near the imperial capital or Xingluo. Fields of the county.”

When they moved to the fields and forests in warmer areas, they could arrange for the injured veterans of Xingluo to recuperate and cultivate.

"Sister-in-law, would anyone be willing to change?" Lei Er was moved by the military rank and also had some land in his hands.

"Yes." Yingpan pointed in the direction of Uncle Zhongyong's residence, "Aunt Liu told me."

As the saying goes, when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds.The Yunchui clan has been passed down for more than 600 years, and it is not uncommon to see any kind of royal family descendants.

There are some princes or county kings who are unwilling to go through the muddy waters of Huanxing Jicheng.They only want to be a rich man, so they will go to live in the farm designated by the clan early.These farms are generally located in remote areas.

Some of them will have such a need.

(End of this chapter)