It is better to be an emperor than to fight in the palace

Chapter 3 Xiao Chang is in court
  "Mianmian, be good and obedient, eh~" Jiang Simian said softly.

If you show shamelessness to me, I will continue to speak in this voice.

Yuan Qifeng was finally relieved. He walked past Sun Guiren with an arrogant look on his face and said loudly without hesitation, "Take a shot once every three months. The moon silver in a year is enough to give four shots!" "

Sun Guiren was already half angry just now because he called himself Sun Guiren, and called that bitch Mianmian because of the Holy One whom he missed so much. Now he heard the latter say that one month's silver is enough to beat him four times, and he immediately fainted without even breathing.

"Your Majesty, Sun Guiren has passed out!"

Jiang Simian said calmly: "If you faint, call the imperial doctor. I don't know how to treat illnesses."

After this incident, everyone in the Sixth Palace knew that Jiang Changzai was the emperor's current favorite, and his favor was in full swing, so he could not be offended.

So many Chang Zai and Yaosheng came to Qingyuan Hall to express their goodwill to Jiang Simian.

"Hey sister, my sister often took you to play when you were a child. Now that my sister has won the favor of the Holy Father, please don't forget your sister."

Yuan Qifeng took out his hand in disgust and wiped it one by one with a handkerchief. He dared to touch my hand regardless of his identity. I really wanted to drag it out and chop it off.

At this time, Chun'er whispered in Yuan Qifeng's ear: "Miss, you have forgotten, this is Yun's promise. The second concubine of Prince Ping's palace often asked you to take the blame for her when she was a child."

Um? And this!

Yuan Qifeng couldn't help but think of the other princes who bullied the weak him when he was a child. Then he looked at Yun Yasheng, who was looking at him expectantly, and snorted coldly.

"Do you think the emperor is a scumbag? He wants all kinds of rubbish!"

"You!" Yun agreed and Nuji was about to fall out.

"Yun promised, I told you not to have wishful thinking. Some people don't even know their last name if they get a little favor. How can they remember their childhood friendship with you?"

Leaning against the door of the room, Sun Guiren raised the corner of his mouth and sarcastically said.

Yuan Qifeng raised his eyebrows and said, "You really don't care about fighting. How come your last injury has healed?"

Thinking of the last time, Sun Guiren's physical reflexes were stimulating, "Humph, don't think I'm afraid of you, I want to see how badly you fall in the future!"

After Sun Guiren left, Yuan Qifeng raised his eyebrows and looked at Yun and agreed, "She's gone and you haven't left yet. If you make a small promise, it will definitely be cheaper to beat you than to beat her."

After driving away Yun Yaosheng, Chun'er was very excited, "Miss, you are so powerful now!"

Yuan Qifeng didn't care, "I used to kick people like this to death. By the way, let the emperor come over. I'll see him if I have anything to do."

Chun'er was still thinking about who her young lady had kicked to death before, when she was frightened by the second half of the sentence. Her face dropped with a look of embarrassment, "Miss, you are a constant. The emperor should not be able to do so casually." Just be called here by us."

Chun'er had no doubt that even before these words reached the Holy Emperor's ears, her and her young lady's heads were already hanging on the entrance to the afternoon.

Yuan Qifeng reacted and said, "Okay, it's okay, then I'll go find him."

As soon as he took two steps, he was stopped by Chun'er again. The latter said with a sad face, "Miss, the emperor is not something we can just meet if we want to."

"Okay, okay, I understand. Why are there so many rules? It's troublesome."

When she was unhappy, she heard the laughter coming from Sun Guiren's house next door as she and Yun promised to talk happily.

He walked over angrily and kicked him a few times, "Why are you talking so happily? You're looking for death!"

Suddenly the entire Qingyuan Hall fell silent.

Boring! Yuan Qifeng, who was full of anger, could only think about whether that woman would embarrass him.

At this time, Jiang Simian was sitting uneasily in the court hall, holding a pile of memorials in traditional Chinese characters that he could not recognize and frowning.

The ministers below were even more afraid to express their anger. Everyone knew that the emperor had a bad temper and could get slapped if he said anything wrong. Seeing this man's brows furrowed like this, it seemed that there were only one or two heads. It can't be solved.

"Who wrote this booklet?" Jiang Simian finally couldn't help but ask after having a headache from reading it.

Suddenly, all the ministers looked at one of them with sympathetic eyes.

The latter knelt directly on the ground, knelt and knelt over, and violently knocked several times towards Jiang Simian.

"Your Majesty, all the mistakes are the fault of the humble ministers. Please, Your Majesty, please let me, my whole family, go."

It's not that he is sick, I just want him to read it again. Why is he still living or dying?

"Ahem, what about that? Please repeat what you told me."

"Wei Chen will kill himself to thank the Emperor for his great kindness...Huh? Repeat it again? Your Majesty, you asked me to repeat it again?"

Jiang Simian rolled his eyes, "Otherwise, do you think it will be more delicious if I chop off your head and let you eat?"

"No, no, I would never dare to think so."

"Don't be too busy to die. Just ask if you can repeat it. If not, I will call the next one."

"Yes! Yes! Your Majesty is like this. There is a severe drought in the southwest border. The people have almost no income. The number of refugees is gradually increasing, and there are heavy casualties. I don't know what to do."

"Drought? This cannot be solved in a short time. Let's settle the refugees first and then organize donations from other counties," Jiang Simian thought.

"But..." The minister seemed hesitant to speak.

"If you have any concerns, just say it," Jiang Simian's eyes encouraged.

It’s over! God's eyes were filled with murderous intent again, no matter how hard it was, it was death either horizontally or vertically.

"But first of all, the wealthy businessmen are unwilling to reveal their wealth through donations, and secondly, the food and other relief provided by the court are just a drop in the bucket and cannot be used in a big way."

"It's simple. I...I'm telling you, let's do this first and set up a big list in the southwest border. Everyone who donated money can be on the list. However, we must pay attention to the name at the top of the list to be particularly enlarged than the others. The number should be at least ten times larger, and then let the victims thank the first person once a day before going on the list.

Then, let’s put a few smaller pieces below this general list, such as a clothing list, a food list...

Create another initiative list, make it bigger, let each of those unarmed scholars contribute their opinions and suggestions, register on the list on the spot, let the common people vote, summarize it every week, and immediately allocate funds for the suggestions with the highest number of votes.

In the end, the top one on each list will get a plaque from the imperial court, and the top scholar will be given an official and a half-time job."

When all the ministers heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up and they started talking one after another.

"What a wonderful move, Your Majesty. With the list certified by the imperial court and the plaque given by the emperor, those wealthy businessmen are still fighting for the top spot."

"Yes, and there are also different lists for different types to increase the fighting spirit of wealthy businessmen in different industries."

“Scholars’ advice and suggestions can not only reflect the needs of the people in a timely manner, but also identify talents to serve the imperial court.”

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(End of this chapter)