serious man in the red chamber

Chapter 381 The current situation of the imperial court

Snowflakes fluttered.

In the wind and snow, Shuntian Governor Zhang Guangru accompanied Li Shouzhong into Chongnanfang Street.

There were a lot of people waiting to buy food, lining up densely in the heavy snow. All pairs of longing eyes looked at the open gate of Mihangdong.

Eight Shuntian Mansion officers, four on each side, were standing on both sides of the open door with knives in their hands.

There is a notice posted in front of the door: one or two coins and one stone, two buckets per person.

Li Shouzhong was wearing a coarse cotton robe, holding an umbrella in his left hand, looking at the people through the snowflakes, and sighed: "The people are suffering!"

Zhang Guangru tightened his cotton robe and said, "Just wait until the grain and rice from Nanyang comes to Beijing."

After a moment of silence, Li Shouzhong said: "Grain and rice from Nanyang cannot enter Beijing."

Zhang Guangru was shocked: "Why?!"

Li Shouzhong: "It rained heavily in Jiangxi at the end of September, and it rained heavily for 20 consecutive days."

Zhang Guangru was surprised again: "Why are you reporting it now?"

Li Shouzhong smiled bitterly: "The cabinet received an urgent delivery from the Governor's Office of Liangjiang as early as the end of October."

Zhang Guangru opened his mouth, and then sighed.

Nowadays, the wars in the northwest and southern Xinjiang have all reached a stalemate. There is no main force of the rebels in the northwest for a decisive battle, and there is a Rakshasa who is eyeing them.Although there were several victorious battles in southern Xinjiang, due to the terrain, the main force of the Annan people could not be truly eliminated. In addition, more and more Xiyi people participated in the war, and it is said that more than [-] Xiyi people have been wiped out.

These two battlefields were like bottomless pits that consumed the court's money and food. Most of the food that the Ministry of Revenue forcibly bought from merchants in various provinces was shipped to the front line.

Due to the drag of the war, there was still a food shortage in the capital.

Fortunately, it was not all bad news. The Navy fought successively and finally ambushed the native Xiyi fleet coming from thousands of miles away near Sumatra and won the final victory.

Sighing, Zhang Guangru looked at Li Shouzhong: "Mr. Ge, how is your majesty?"

Li Shouzhong looked up at the sky and sighed: "Let's go and see other places." After that, he walked straight forward.

Zhang Guangru's heart suddenly fell into the bottomless abyss, and he followed numbly.
Imperial City, Qianqing Palace.

There was deathly silence everywhere, except for some eunuchs clearing snow from the various passages.

In the side hall, Wang Hetang, Shi Guangzhu and Zhao Zixun sat silently in front of a large brazier. The blazing charcoal fire made the faces of the three people blush, and they all looked tired.

Since the assassination of Emperor Jianwu, the court has fallen into unprecedented chaos and panic. The officials are at a loss what to do and the people are terrified.

The noble military advocated the appointment of a crown prince, while the civil service group advocated the emperor supervising the country. Both sides refused to give in, and eventually a fight broke out in the Qianqing Palace Square.

Fortunately, the emperor woke up in time and stabilized the situation.

However, the crisis has not been resolved, but has become more intense. The emperor's injury is very unstable and may worsen at any time, and the world will collapse in an instant.

There was silence, and the air seemed to have solidified.

Zhao Zixun couldn't hold it any longer, stood up, walked to the palace door, and opened it.

A gust of snowy wind blew in, and Zhao Zixun's cloak immediately floated back.

At this time, Song Jing came over holding a thick stack of memorials.

Zhao Zixun: "What kind of memorials are they?"

Song Jing: "The memorials submitted by the civil servants are all for the appointment of the crown prince."

Zhao Zixun's face sank: "Seventh Prince?"

Song Jing: "Seventh Prince."

Zhao Zixun's face turned even darker. He looked at the pile of memorials and murmured: "Don't they know the attitude of the military?"

Song Jing: "Of course I know."

Zhao Zixun sighed: "Why are they struggling like this? This is pushing the seventh prince to a dead end!"

Song Jing remained silent.

Wang Hetang threw away the fire tongs in his hand, stood up, walked back and forth a few steps in the hall, and stopped in front of Shi Guangzhu: "Old Shige, please go to the county prince's mansion."

Shi Guangzhu raised his head and looked at him: "It's useless, he doesn't see anyone now." As he said that, he sighed, "Both Niu Jizong and I wrote letters to him, and the letters were sent back intact. "

Zhao Zixun: "There is no difference between five years old and two years old."

Wang Hetang glanced at him and said nothing.Suddenly, the door from the side hall to the back hall opened, and Xu Yuanlu, the director of Taiyuan Hospital, walked out.

Wang Hetang, Shi Guangzhu and Zhao Zixun came over together:
"How about it?"

"Are you awake?"

Xu Yuanlu bowed and replied: "The fever has gone away, and the slough from the wound has been removed. Your Majesty is blessed. As long as you take good care of yourself and rest well, you will get better." With that, Xu Yuanlu presented the medical record to Wang Hetang.

Wang Hetang took the exhibition and looked at it. Shi Guangzhu and Zhao Zixun both put their heads over.

After reading the medical records, Wang Hetang frowned tightly.

Shi Guangzhu and Zhao Zixun looked at each other and looked at Wang Hetang together.

After a period of silence, Wang Hetang spoke: "If you take your pulse carefully, nurse with all your heart, and heal His Majesty's injuries, you will be the benefactors of the Zhou Dynasty!"

After a pause, "From now on, a few of us will take turns guarding here in two shifts every day. If you have any requests, please come directly."

Xu Yuanzheng: "Yes." He took the medical record and walked back.

At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps came, and everyone turned to look.

A great eunuch who was in charge of rituals ran in like flying in, gasping: "Something happened! The Supreme Emperor suddenly fell into a coma."

The Supreme Emperor is in a coma!
Wang Hetang was shocked!

Shi Guangzhu and Zhao Zixun were also shocked!

After a while, Wang Hetang came back to his senses and said to Zhao Zixun, "Shi Ge Lao and I will go take a look." Then he looked at Song Jing and said, "I will go and invite Mr. Li Ge back immediately."

In the blink of an eye, only Zhao Zixun was left here.

Inside, Dai Quan's voice of surprise came.

Zhao Zixun quickly picked up the corner of his robe and ran in.

There was a lot of snow.

In the distance, the sound of abacus dialing came from Ning'an Hall.

In front of the four accounting tables, the four accounting clerks were setting the abacus.

There were two large wooden boxes in the center of the living room. Two soldiers kept taking out the account books from the boxes and sending them to the four accounting tables in order.

At the head of the table, Jia Hu picked up an account book and flipped through it slowly. Suddenly he stared at the middle line of accounts and asked, "What is this erased line of accounts?"

Lin Zhixiao's family replied: "These were all altered by the princess."

Jia Hu picked up another account book: "You don't know?"

From Lin Zhixiao’s family: “These general ledgers are all calculated by the princess herself.”

At this time, the soldier came over holding four bills: "Your Majesty, it's settled."

Jia Hu closed the account book, took the bill and looked through it.

After reading the bill, Jia Hu blinked, then folded the bill and stuffed it into his sleeve, "Okay, take it down." After saying that, he stood up, walked to the clothes rack, took off the cloak, put it on his body, and opened the cotton Curtain went out.

In the wind and snow, Lin San strode over covered in snowflakes.

Jia Hu looked at him: "Is something wrong?"

Lin San took out a letter from his arms: "This is from Mr. Jiao."

Jia Hu took the letter and tore it open to read it. He frowned and realized that the Supreme Emperor had been poisoned and fell into a coma.

Lin San whispered: "Just now news came from the cabinet that the civil servants are writing a memorial to invite the seventh prince to be crown prince."

Jia Hu: "Oh? Who takes the lead?"

Lin San: "Jia Yucun."

Jia Hu smiled.

Lin San looked at both sides: "Do you want him to be more honest?"

Jia Hu waved his hand: "Don't act rashly. By the way, I don't see anyone except the people from the camp." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the backyard.

(End of this chapter)