I Xiaoxiong

Early in the morning, the left servant shot Li Fuzhi out of the house after breakfast, riding a tall horse with a gold medal on his forehead, followed by seventy Yuan servants, with the prime minister's unique cool umbrella on his head, and twenty imperial guards in front of him to clear the way .

Although the Mingrenfang where he lives is very close to Miyagi, and the imperial court does not have the custom of going to the early court.

But this is a habit he has developed over the years. No matter it is windy or rainy, as long as he does not take a rest, he is always the first to reach the prime minister of Zhongshu.

The number of times that His Majesty has come to court in the past [-] years after he succeeded to the throne can be counted on one's fingers.

But he still maintains this habit for 20 years.

Be the first to enter the Zhengshitang, and then learn about the reports from various places before all the prime ministers arrive.

Severe drought in Guanzhong, plague of locusts in Qingzhou, floods in the south of the Yangtze River, war in Shannan.
Li Fuzhi sat expressionlessly on the Taishi chair and listened to Zuo Cheng and Zuo Si Langzhong holding a bunch of memorials, which they had already read and classified.

"Leave the matter of floods in the south of the Yangtze River to Xie Pushe"

"Shannan's replenishment of ordnance is directly ordered by the Ministry of War to deploy as soon as possible."

"The disaster situation in Qingzhou is urgent, so let the Ministry of Households allocate food as soon as possible, and order the surrounding treasury to allocate it, there should be no delay"

The reason why Li Fuzhi came early was to distribute these things, so that when the other prime ministers and ministers arrived, they would know what to do.

This power has actually far exceeded the authority of a prime minister, which is why he is called "the only prime minister".

After the assignment was completed, Li Fuzhi continued to ask, "Is there any news from Liaodong?"

Shangshu Youcheng Wangjie said: "If you return to Xianggong, there is no one for the time being. The gate of the city is probably just opened, and it may not be here yet."

Upon hearing this, Li Fuzhi said, "Then wait a little longer."

"Liaodong Express"

A Yuanwailang hastily walked into the political affairs hall with a memorandum.

"Greetings to Mr. Liaodong Urgent Report"

It seems to be an illusion, the ministers and bureaucrats in the hall felt that Li Fuzhi seemed to be waiting for this paper today.

"Bring it up."

Li Fuzhi took the memorial, but didn't open it immediately, but got up with the notebook.

After a group of officials watched the powerful Prime Minister leave, they didn't feel relieved.

After a while, Li Fuzhi entered Daming Palace with the memorial of King Yan of Liaodong.

The Emperor Daojun, who had just finished his morning class, was a little surprised to see Li Fuzhi, and then smiled when he saw the notebook in his hand.

Li Fuzhi usually would not come so early unless it was something important.What made this Mr. Li so important was probably that the tiger was sick.

"The Zhezi from Liaodong is here? It's pretty fast."

"Returning to Your Majesty, that's right. The minister on the road has seen it just now. The king of Yan said he was sick. I hope that the son Wu Yaoshi will return to Liaodong as soon as possible, so as to calm people's hearts, and the relationship between father and son."

"Hahahaha, it's finally here. I don't know if it's a real illness or a fake illness, which makes people in the capital panic and restless."

Zhao Lingyuan waved his hand, and the eunuch who just took the memorial from Li Fuzhi to his hand nodded immediately, and then immediately retreated.

There are only two monarchs and ministers in the huge hall.

"Li Xiang thinks, for the court, is it a blessing or a curse?"

"I don't know."

Zhao Lingyuan smiled when he heard the words, he and Li Fuzhi can be regarded as a good relationship between a monarch and a minister, and they have always been very straightforward.If the right servant were to shoot Xieqian, he would probably say "Fortunately, misfortune depends on misfortune, and blessing lies within", which is surrounded by clouds and mists.

Therefore, Zhao Lingyuan admired Li Fuzhi for his rigorous handling of affairs, and was willing to delegate power to him.

And watched him lose power and appoint cronies.

"In Qing's opinion, do you want to let Pharmacist Wu go?"

"I think that Wu Yaoshi's foundation in Liaodong is not stable. If he doesn't let go, the military power of Yan Fan will definitely fall into the hands of Wu Rengong. The harm of this bureaucrat is far greater than that of Wu Yaoshi. The princess and Wu Yaoshi have a son. The child is impatient It’s bumpy, why not just stay in Shangjing.”

In fact, when he said these things, Li Fuzhi was not completely free of worries, so he still hesitated when he spoke.

After all, Princess Heyang is also Zhao Lingyuan's daughter, and the son of Wu Yaoshi and the princess is naturally his grandson.

Leaving his grandson as a proton, even Li Fuzhi, who has always been vigorous and resolute, would be a little uncomfortable to talk about this kind of thing.

"I understand Li Xiang's meaning."

Zhao Lingyuan didn't show any displeasure on his face. This is a national matter, and his children and grandchildren can't influence his decision.

If there is any influence, it can only be Zhao Yuantan, the eldest son.

"I have another question, if you let Yaoshi Wu go back, can you win against Wu Rengong?"

Li Fuzhi thought for a while and said: "It's difficult. Wu Rengong's prestige in the Liaodong Army is second only to his brother Wu Renguang. Zhao Qinzhi, the governor of Yingzhou, is his son and daughter's relatives, and Tian Xingzong and Liu Gongxia, the military envoys, are inseparable with him. These people are all Yan. Even Wu Renguang, the fierce general among feudal clans, can't let go of his second brother if he wants to deal with him, let alone Wu Yaoshi, a dude."

Zhao Lingyuan smiled when he heard the word "dandy", "Does Li Xiang also think that Yaoshi Wu is a dude?"

Li Fuzhi said: "No matter how scheming Wu Yaoshi is, he can't change what he has done in the past ten years in the capital. gone."

"It makes sense."

After Zhao Lingyuan heard Li Fuzhi's words, he couldn't help but think of the words that Prince Zhao Yuantan told him about Sanlang.

It is similar to Li Fuzhi's proposal.

It's the lesser of two evils.

So what if Wu Yaoshi has a good plan and a beautiful chest?
His grandfather and father relied on years of prestige, seniority, and affection to make the hundred thousand frontier troops only listen to the orders of the Wu family and not to hear the imperial edicts.

As for Wu Yaoshi, the frontier soldiers in Liaodong who have been in Beijing for ten years may only hear how he spends money like water.

In the eyes of those arrogant soldiers, he is far inferior to his younger sister Wu Mingda and younger brother Wu Mingche.

One is staunch and resolute, and the other is brave and good at fighting.

Putting such a person back, no matter how scheming they are, it will take a lot of time to sit firmly.

If the group of arrogant soldiers can't be suppressed, it's the imperial court's chance.

A few days ago, Fu Jinchuan's words fell into Zhao Lingyuan's ears through Zhao Yuantan, which already moved him a little.

These words of Li Fuzhi today are tantamount to helping Zhao Lingyuan make up his mind.

"If that's the case, then let him go back, he will never be more difficult than Wu Renguang"

"Your Majesty, I have one more word to say."

"Lee, please tell me."

"After letting Wu Pharmacist go, he can secretly accumulate grain in Zhuozhou."

"But now the supply and use of Shannan is barely enough."

"Make plans early."

After hearing this, Zhao Lingyuan also knew that what Li Fuzhi said was right. Zhuozhou was the northernmost point of the canal, and the farthest place where grain from the south of the Yangtze River could reach.

Hoarding grain and grass in Zhuozhou is just to prepare for sending troops to Yanfan.

Although the imperial court's current financial resources are somewhat difficult, there are still some things that need to be planned early. The end of the Shannan War will soon save the imperial court a lot of money and food.

The two monarchs and ministers here are planning for a rainy day, discussing how to save money and food, and the eunuch Tian Fuguo suddenly came in to report.

"Return to Your Majesty, King Yan's son Wu Yaoshi is asking to see you."

"Let him wait outside the hall first."

The Emperor Daojun was talking to Li Fuzhi, obviously he didn't want to talk to Wu Yaoshi at the moment.

Pharmacist Wu was standing in the sun field in front of the Daming Palace, waiting to be summoned.

The day was as sultry as ever, which made him miss the refreshment of Liaodong.

Although it is a bit cold in winter, it is not so hot in summer.

Sweat dripped drop by drop, and after a while, the boa robe was soaked in sweat.

He has suffered this crime, but there is no way, the official letter from Liaodong has arrived today, he must come to see His Majesty, let him go back to Liaodong to serve his father in front of his father.

I touched my forehead, it was full of sweat, and the face was already dripping with water.

Muttering in a voice that only he can hear:

"Old man, if you pretend to be sick, you will be sorry for my filial piety."

After chanting, it seemed that something was wrong, so I recited silently in my heart.

Forget it. You better pretend
My father and I, we have to meet again!

Otherwise, who am I going to tell about the crimes I have suffered in Shanghai these years?