Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

Chapter 514 Yan Yi's Bad Idea

In the imperial study room, the emperor glanced at Yan Yi erratically after sitting at the desk, and then asked uncertainly: "Yan Aiqing, shouldn't I send out that handbook?"

Yan Yi: You know you shouldn't post it, why are you asking me?Isn't that embarrassing.

Just as a running dog, one must have the consciousness of a running dog, and he will never say what should not be said, so as not to get burned.

When the emperor saw Yan Yi looking down at the ground and only gave him a top of his head, he knew that he was really wrong.

As a qualified emperor, the most basic thing is that he must not lose the hearts of the people.

In particular, the hearts of soldiers in northern Xinjiang should not be chilled.

Thinking of this, he first scolded the Minister of War in his heart, and then asked Yan Yi for advice.

"Yan Aiqing, do I still have a remedy?"

Yan Yi: Now that I think about it, I need to make amends. What did you do back then?
Yan Yi thought countless times, if the people above were not the emperor, they would have been beaten to death several times.

He was sweating profusely, and his stomach was rumbling in protest.

After all, the emperor has been in a bad mood these two days, his face looks like Changbai Mountain.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to let the slaves go to the imperial dining room again..."

Yan Yi, who was comparable to the roundworm in his stomach, immediately said: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

Yan Yi took the time to pass by three times today, seeing the monarchs and ministers in the main hall are all supporting, he was so happy.

The emperor frowned, why did he feel that Yan Yi was implying that he was not a benevolent monarch, and there was evidence.

"Is this feasible?" The emperor felt that this was a bit too much.

These old guys should be treated well.If I don't feel pain, I don't know the suffering of soldiers on the frontier.

Before the old servant could finish speaking, the emperor waved his hand and interrupted him.

"IOU?" The emperor thought of the numbers on the IOU, and his teeth ached. "I didn't expect that in just a few years, the soldiers in northern Xinjiang would owe Meng Qingping so much food."

Seeing the emperor's face turning pale, the old servant who watched the words and expressions immediately shouted loudly: "Retire."

He also muttered secretly: "It's a fucking happy day."

After the imperial doctor retired, the emperor leaned on the dragon couch to reflect.

Yan Yi did not agree with the emperor's words.

Yan Yi passed by in front of the hall, and saw those old guys with stinky faces, as if the lids of the barrels had been opened.

Why is today different from the past?

"Go declare Yan Aiqing."

He'd better calm down and stop hitting the muzzle of the gun.

Then he ordered a young servant to carry the emperor back to the bedroom.

Yan Yi even imagined what it would be like if the emperor was beaten up with black eyes... Would it be described as coquettish, or horrible?
Thinking of the funny part, this guy's stern eyebrows lowered even more.

"General Liu and Qi Qianhu really have nothing to do, so they went to Meng's house to borrow food." Yan Yi was afraid that the emperor would excuse those bastards again, so he continued: "I have been to Liaodong in winter, and it can be said that a drop of water turns into ice. Let’s use stupid ideals to imagine that in such extremely cold weather, if you are hungry and have no warm clothes, it will be a problem to survive, let alone a war.”

Maybe, he can try what Yan Yi said.

It's just that the evidence made him have no face to look directly at.

The emperor didn't know yet, his most loyal courtier was thinking about how badly he would be beaten if it wasn't for the emperor.

After a while of tossing and turning, the imperial doctor was invited, and it was only after two bowls of bird's nest porridge that the emperor felt that he had come back to life.

Emperor: The corners of his lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.

"..." The emperor was speechless, and his eyes began to wander again.

He cursed in his heart, "I should really send you to northern Xinjiang when winter comes, and let you taste the north wind like a knife cutting your face."

It was already past noon, and all the civil and military officials present were a little confused. If the court had not dispersed at this hour in the past, the servants of the imperial dining room would have brought delicious food over.

Emperor: Why do these words sound so awkward?
"In the cold winter, the soldiers in northern Xinjiang are hungry and have no winter clothes. How can they resist the invasion of foreign enemies?"

The next day, in the court hall, from the emperor down to the ministers, and even the servants, all of them sat in single clothes and stood in the hall.

At noon, the group of civil and military officials were not allowed to retreat, and they continued to lead them to discuss state affairs, and no lunch was prepared yet.

The emperor had this idea in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible it became.

It's just that at the end of the day, the emperor didn't intend to disperse the court, and he didn't send food. Many old ministers couldn't stand it anymore.

Yan Yi was afraid that the emperor wanted to explain a few words for the officials of the household department and the military department, so he gave a bad idea.

Seeing that Yan Yi kept his eyebrows down and remained silent, the emperor had no choice but to continue asking for advice: "Yan Aiqing, Zhen...?"

The emperor is also trying to bear it, he feels that he is so hungry that he can eat a pot of bird's nest porridge.

"Your Majesty, these grains are not owed to Meng Qingping by the soldiers of Northern Xinjiang. It should be said that they are owed by the soldiers of Northern Xinjiang on behalf of the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of War."

"I'm afraid the difference between heaven and earth is not an exaggeration."

"In these years, the Meng family has lent all the rest to the northern Xinjiang soldiers except for the next year's food."

All the officials, civil and military, had question marks in their minds, thinking that the emperor and his nobles were too forgetful and forgot about eating.

Someone saw that the emperor himself hadn't eaten, so he wanted to say a few words of dragon fart.

But he has always been a high-ranking person, and he is still unwilling to say the words [what to do].

But he is the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, and he must not lose his dignity in front of his courtiers.

"The emperor is already very merciful. At this time, the flowers are full of flowers and the grass is lush, which is much better than the soldiers in northern Xinjiang who have no winter clothes to keep out the cold in the heavy snow."

Similarly, those ministers did not dare to lose their manners in front of the palace, for fear of losing their heads.

It's just that seeing that everyone didn't mention it, he didn't dare to take the lead.

"Here."

The emperor also made up his mind to get back his face with the two grandparents of the Meng family.

"Your Majesty, why don't you invite officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of War, let them wear only single clothes, eat only one meal a day, and ask for the results after three days."

Most of the courtiers comforted themselves, if they forget it, forget it, they dare not remind that one.Endurance is over, and it’s okay to miss a meal.

The emperor was still quite strong, and persisted until Shen Shizhong, dizziness and weakness hit him together.

"But what did those officials from the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of War do? They repeatedly defaulted on the food and winter clothes of the soldiers in northern Xinjiang."

The old waiter gave him a look, and the little waiter waiting at the entrance of the hall stepped back a few steps before turning around and going out to find someone.

Yan Yi had already had lunch, and was waiting for this moment with a cup of tea in his hand.Seeing the little servant came to announce, he went to the emperor's bedroom without daring to delay.

Xiao Nei bowed his waist and followed him very hard.

Passing by the small garden outside the emperor's bedroom, Yan Yi was in the mood to take a look today.

(End of this chapter)