Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 233 Good intentions
  "Student Wenling, meet Mr. Taishan!"

When Wenling was admitted as a Jinshi, Ye Xianggao was the examiner, so there was some sense of teacher-student friendship. Moreover, it was Ye Xianggao's recommendation when he was appointed as the Yin of Shuntian Prefecture, so he should be called Mr. Sheng.

"I heard that many people froze to death in the capital yesterday?" On the table in front of Ye Xianggao, there is a palm-sized carved hollow bronze furnace. It looks like a Bagua furnace, and the flames inside are also like the Bagua furnace. The three flavors are like real fire, beating quickly and exquisitely.

"There are currently seventy-three people. The weather suddenly became very cold. Those beggars and poor people were unable to deal with it. They were frozen to death on the streets in one night." Wenling stood three steps away like a well-behaved student, holding a food box in his hand. Get out and wait for Ye Xianggao's instructions.

"Sit down," Ye Xianggao's gray eyebrows seemed to frown more tightly. He pointed to the chair beside him and asked Wen Ling to sit down.

"This is pork offal and roasted pork bought from the street and brought to Mr. Wen Ling." Wen Ling bowed and did not sit down. Instead, he took a step forward and placed the food box on the table.

There are rumors that when Ye Xianggao was not an official, he almost starved to death on the roadside in order to study. Fortunately, a kind person met him and asked him for a bowl of pork offal and a sesame seed cake, which saved his life, so he is still alive today. From time to time, I would take a bite of pig offal soup from Lao Yang’s house on the streets of Beijing.

As for whether the rumors were true or false, Wenling didn't know, but Ye Xianggao did discuss matters with Wang Qi on the street and had a bowl of pig offal while sitting in front of Lao Yang's house.

Moreover, Wenling brought this bowl of pig offal soup, and more importantly, it let Ye Xianggao know that his Shuntian Prefecture cares about the people and stands with the people at the bottom.
  "As we get older, we can't eat these oily things." Ye Xianggao's eyes only paused on the food box for a moment, then he raised his head and said with a smile, "But you are thoughtful."

With humility, Wen Ling took two steps back and sat down on the chair with his body bent.

"This morning, the Qintian Supervisor was entering the palace." Wen Ling had just sat down when he heard Ye Xianggao's words: "It was the Li Supervisor who followed the emperor's order and invited him into the palace for questioning. "

"Sir." Wen Ling's face turned pale. If the emperor's anger poured out, he would bear the brunt!

Ye Xianggao raised his hand to stop Wenling's words, but continued on his own: "Today's heavy snowfall, the timing is very delicate, and after the prisoner entered the palace, he was questioned by the emperor and asked about the celestial phenomena. The prisoner said Heavy snowfall has fallen in recent days, resulting in more casualties among the already poor people, and public resentment boiling in many places. The reason is that too much private wealth was looted during the Liaodong War, which caused anger and resentment among the people."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Ling's face turned from white to purple. The emperor's anger would not be directed at Duke Lang, but as the governor of Shuntian, he had ten heads, which was not enough for Zhu Youxiao. Cut it!

"However," Ye Xianggao stopped being pretentious and added: "In less than half an hour, the body of Qin Tian Jian Zheng was rolled up on a straw mat and thrown into the back hill outside the palace."

"Dead?" Wen Ling raised his eyebrows with doubt: "By the Emperor?"

"You violated a taboo and talked nonsense. How did Liu Yijing and Han Xu die in the first place? After Wang Qi went to Liao, too many people have forgotten," Ye Xianggao comforted Wenling and said: "In the court, as long as you are with Duke Lang, If you stand on the same line, you will not fall no matter what, and no matter what happens, the emperor will let you go for Duke Lang's sake."

"Students will naturally not forget the kindness of your husband and the Duke of Guo," Wen Ling stood up after hearing this and bowed deeply: "Who in the entire capital dares to bite the tongue of the Duke of Guo at this time, and we will not let him be free outside. Until the next day!”

Ok.

Ye Xianggao was very satisfied with Wenling's answer, and the smile on his face became brighter:
  "According to the original plan, the supplies from Jiaodong and Gyeonggi have arrived at Guangning City, Liaodong by sea. The war is about to begin today at the earliest and in three days at the latest. As long as Duke Lang can win in Liaodong, all the problems during this period will be solved. not a problem!"

Ye Xianggao and others also knew that because Wang Qi went to Liaodong to hunt for gold, the entire imperial court had completely wiped out the foundation of the Ming Dynasty in order to support the war. In a sense, because they had stolen the property of the Confucius Mansion in Shandong, they had almost offended the entire Ming Dynasty. Scholars in the world.

When Ye Xianggao returned from his dream at midnight, he also had the slightest fear. If Wang Qi failed this time, no one in the entire court, from the chief minister of the cabinet to the six ministers, and Wang Qi would be able to escape.

By then, even Zhu Youxiao will probably be defeated by the Donglin Party's counterattack. but,

Ye Xianggao believed that Wang Qi would not come back defeated in the battle of cutting gold here.

Ever since Wang Qi emerged in Liaodong, Ye Xianggao has been paying attention to this young man who almost became his grandson-in-law.

No matter who he faces, Wang Qi never fails.

It seems that there has never been a word of failure in this young man’s life.
  This time, there must be no surprises!
  "Student understands," Ye Xianggao got the answer he wanted, and Wenling no longer had the initial panic - as long as the emperor still sided with Wang Qi, the sky in Beijing would never be overturned.

After a long while, after serving tea to see off the guests, Wenling left Ye Mansion satisfied and returned home in a sedan chair.

"I'll go to Lao Yang's house later and buy a bowl of pork offal for me." Wen Ling in the sedan smacked his lips. The Shuntian Prefect also wanted to taste the so-called delicacy of sewer.

"As commanded."

White snow is flying, and the entire capital is covered in white snow, making it truly peaceful and peaceful.

At this moment, the Imperial City, Qianqing Palace.

There is still a large dark red blood stain left in the center of the hall. It was the blood left by the Qintian Supervisor who was being killed with a stick on the hall. It has penetrated into the gaps in the bluestone slabs, and the black and red lines are eye-catching.

Just now Cai Jian was being beaten to death in the main hall. Before he died, he kept shouting treasonous words such as "the state is a traitor and the country is in danger".

At this moment, the hall was completely silent, but the high-pitched voice of Qin Tian Jian Zheng still seemed to be vaguely echoing.

With his eyes closed, Zhu Youxiao looked solemn while leaning back on the chair. Only the violent rise and fall of his chest showed the emperor's anger.

At this time, there are still people using celestial phenomena to try to sabotage the country's major event of collecting gold!
  Ling Zhu Youxiao really couldn't figure it out and couldn't think of it!
  "Your Majesty," Wei Zhongxian and Wang Tiqian looked at each other, and then Wei Zhongxian took a step forward, bowed to Zhu Youxiao and said, "Do you want to send someone to Liaodong to urge Duke Lang to send troops as soon as possible?"

Wang Qi went to Liao for a month, but there was still no movement, which put the court under tremendous pressure.

After a long silence, Zhu Youxiao closed his eyes and still made no movement.

"Your Majesty?" Wei Zhongxian repeated.

"No need!" Zhu Youxiao did not open his eyes, but his tone was decisive: "Do you know the situation in Liaodong better than Duke Lang, or do I know more about military affairs than Wang Qi? When to send troops can only be decided by the parties involved, not the palace. Make the decision for him!"

After saying that, Zhu Youxiao finally opened his eyes, his tone became soothing, and he murmured: "Just wait, when the good news comes, everyone in the world will know my good intentions!"

(End of this chapter)