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Chapter 26
The Mansion of the Sixth Prince in Kyoto.

Yao Zuofeng looked anxious: "The secret letter from Qin Yang, Pei Xun not only opened the city gate to let the refugees into the city, but also encouraged the refugees to ask for money from merchants in different ways. And he also directly killed He Sanguang, what should we do?"

After Su Qi'an heard this, he said: "Your Highness, Meng Zhaoye is now an ant on the hot pot, and there is nothing he can do. For the current plan, the only way is to have someone report the Tan Yang riot to the emperor, and if the imperial envoy sits in the battle, there will be riots, etc. How can the emperor not be furious."

When Yao Zuofeng heard this, he immediately excitedly said: "Okay, then we will report to the court tomorrow!"

Chu Liu said unhurriedly: "Zuofeng, you must not be impulsive, the person who sued must not be us."

Yao Zuofeng immediately said: "Then who should be called? Your Highness, this matter is imminent, and you must quickly make a conclusion."

Su Qi'an also said: "Your Highness, what Zuofeng said is right, this matter cannot be delayed any longer, please write a letter, and I will send someone to expedite it to Tan Yang immediately."

After thinking about it again and again, Chu Liu turned around and wrote a letter from the case.

In the area near Qin Yang at the northern foot, in the dead of night, a bodyguard galloped wildly on a horse.

Suddenly, a few men in black flew out from the surrounding forest, and attacked the guard without any explanation.

The guard's martial arts were not low, and he shot and killed two men in black with a few arrows.

Looking at the other men in black who were chasing after him, he suddenly turned a corner and walked towards the mountain path, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

The Yamen of Qinyang Mansion.

Pei Xun invited a group of officials and merchants today, and he sat on the high hall: "Everyone is invited to come today, I want to know how much money everyone here is going to donate for disaster relief."

Meng Zhaoye immediately said: "The money donated by the big guys has been stored in the warehouse yesterday. Here is the list. Please check it."

Ah Chang took the list and presented it to Pei Xun. After he had read it, he sneered and said, "You guys are really kind people, and the money donated may not be as much as what you usually spend on a meal!"

Meng Zhaoye turned a blind eye to Pei Xun's words, and raised his head slightly: "Lord Pei, the big guy is also doing what he can, and he has done his best. The donation is not limited to the amount of disaster relief, but the focus is on sharing the worries of the court and caring for the refugees. Please forgive me, the order of the subordinate officer, it is really difficult to complete."

At this time, Zeng Chuanliang also chimed in and said, "That's right, this donation is voluntary. Could it be that the imperial envoy still wants to coerce us and use his authority to force us!"

Pei Xun ignored Zeng Chuanliang, but suddenly looked at Meng Zhaoye with sharp eyes: "Bold Meng Zhaoye! I asked you to collect money to raise food. Not only did you fail to complete the order, but you also abandoned your flaws and pushed them up and down. What should you do!"

Meng Zhaoye immediately knelt down: "Please forgive my incompetence."

Pei Xun then continued to sternly said: "Okay, let's not mention this matter for now, why did you turn a blind eye to the fact that the official ordered you to set up a relief office!"

Although Meng Zhaoye was kneeling, his mouth was still unrelenting: "Please be enlightened by the imperial envoy. A few days ago, His Highness the Sixth Highness and His Excellency Su wrote to the lower officials, saying that Qin Yang's new tea is deeply loved by everyone, and ordered me to prepare it and send it to the capital. , The lower official thought that I was doing things for the two masters, and Master Pei must also know about it, so there was a delay in official affairs."

Pei Xun looked at him sharply: "There is a sudden drought, thousands of refugees have no homes and starve to death on the streets, and His Highness the Sixth Highness and Mr. Su are also having trouble sleeping and eating in the capital. Everyone knows the situation now, and everything should be done." It is better for you to take the important affairs of the court as the first, and ignore natural disasters and human lives for these private matters, if His Highness the Sixth Highness and Lord Su find out, you must be punished on the spot, as an example to others!"

Meng Zhaoye wanted to say something else: "But..."

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Pei Xun: "If you still want to quibble, you just want to push the crime of ignoring the important affairs of the court to your master, the Sixth Highness and Lord Su will not succeed!"

Meng Zhaoye hurriedly kowtowed: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

Then, Jiang Youzhi presented a letter to Meng Zhaoye: "Master Meng, you should read this letter carefully before thinking about what to say."

Meng Zhaoye took the letter tremblingly, but when he saw the contents inside, his eyes suddenly enlarged in horror.

It turned out that last night, the messenger rushed over to the small road to deliver the letter.

But Pei Xun had already set up an ambush on both sides of the path, and successfully intercepted this letter. His Highness the Sixth Highness wrote it himself, and sent it to Tan Yang's reply urgently within [-] miles.

Meng Zhaoye trembled, but Jing Huanyao took back the letter in his hand: "Master Meng, what should be said and what should not be said, should you be clear?"

The threat in these words is obvious. If this letter falls into the hands of the emperor, it will be a disaster. At that time, His Royal Highness and Mr. Su will definitely blame him for this crime. Died worse than anyone else.

After weighing the pros and cons, Meng Zhaoye finally became paralyzed, his voice trembling weakly: "I donate, I donate all! As much as the imperial envoy wants to donate, I can donate as much as I want..."

In this way, when everyone saw the situation, they stopped being stubborn and donated money one after another. In less than half a day, the relief funds were collected enough.

That night, everyone was happy, so they prepared some simple food and drinks.

After enjoying the meal, everyone was staggering from drinking, even Jiang Youzhi was drunk.

Holding a jug of wine, she drove away Jing Huanyao who was sitting next to Pei Xun, and Gu Zi handed the wine to his mouth.

Today she was wearing a light yellow dress, and her skin was as fat as fat. Because of drinking, there were two bright red spots on her cheeks.

Slightly approaching him, with a beautiful body and fragrant muscles, made Pei Xun's eyes darken slightly.

Seeing that he didn't drink, Jiang Youzhi brought the jug close to her, sniffed it greedily, but just as she was about to drink, when her hand was empty, the jug was already taken by Pei Xun.

Jiang Youzhi leaned over and reached out to reach it, but Pei Xun pushed the jug further: "Don't drink it."

Jiang Youzhi glared at him coquettishly, and even wanted to go get it, muttering softly: "That's my wine..."

But she almost knocked on the table, Pei Xun supported her in time, the soft gauze passed over his palm, and someone grabbed her slender wrist.

Jiang Youzhi raised his eyes and bumped into Pei Xun's eyes in vain. The distance between the two was so close that they could hear each other's breathing clearly.

Jing Huanyao staggered away with the others long ago, and there were only the two of them in the entire hall.

Pei Xun looked at her bright red lips with a drop of crystal clear wine hanging on them, which looked extremely mellow and attractive.

His fingertips slowly landed on her face, touching her cautiously, and involuntarily moved to her lips, caressing her delicately.

Jiang Youzhi's eyes were a little hazy, and she stroked the corner of her lips lightly, but it made her feel a little weak.

The blush on her cheeks gradually deepened, and even spread to the base of her ears, her heart was thundering, and her breathing was a little disordered.

Boldly, she climbed onto his neck with both hands, and scratched the back of his neck lightly with her fingers, bursts of itching arose, tempting people's impulses.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was delicate and soft: "My lord, don't you drink?"

Pei Xun looked at Graceful in front of him steadily, his eyes darkened, he didn't push her away, he seemed drunk even though he didn't drink.

Jiang Youzhi's trembling eyelashes and trembling knuckles were all trying to hide his nervousness and uneasiness.

She could hear her "thumping" heartbeat, so she kept pinching her knuckles and gently approaching the thin lips of the man in front of her.

Pei Xun caressed her hair, and couldn't help rubbing her fingertips lightly. When he was about to press him hard, he saw the person in front of him suddenly fell into his arms.

When he was in a hurry, he caught her cheeks with both hands, and seeing her delicate face that had fainted from drunkenness, Pei Xun let out a sigh of relief, then picked her up horizontally, and entered the room.

(End of this chapter)