Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 238 Go straight to the imperial city
Jiang Su had already suspected the answer to Zhan Luan. She has lived in the lower realm for fifteen years. She knows exactly what a mortal is like and what a monk is like.

The general trend of the world is that if it has been together for a long time, it must be divided, and if it has been divided for a long time, it must be reunited. In the chaos of war, it is inevitable that people will be displaced and corpses will be found everywhere.

"King Yama hopes that fewer people will die. If I use my medical knowledge to check the pulse, it will be too slow, and it will not solve the fundamental problem. Now it seems that the only way to solve the problem of war is."

Jiang Su slowly looked at the shops and markets in the town at the foot of the mountain. People were coming and going, traffic was busy, and it was bustling.

"Is it because this is the foothills of the monk's sect mountain, so no mortal officers and soldiers dare to disturb it?"

"It doesn't look like he's suffering."

"I just forgot to ask how the imperial city left..."

Jiang Su muttered and took the initiative to go to the noodle stall. Standing in front of the stove was a beautiful woman with a dignified appearance and a well-proportioned body, making steaming noodles.

"Stall owner, please tell me how to get to the Imperial City?" Jiang Su said politely.

The beautiful woman raised her head when she heard the sound, and was immediately attracted by the heavy knife behind Jiangsu's back. She then realized that this was a monk who had come down from the mountain. She put down the chopsticks that were cooking noodles and said respectfully, "Master Xianjun, you are talking about the imperial city. But the capital of Jing Dynasty, Yuzhou City?”

The man's features were straight and elegant, his official robe was brand new, and his appearance suggested that he was no more than thirty years old. He was bowing and respectfully performing the memorial.

Jiang Su said no more, and flew directly with his sword, heading towards the east.

……

But this is definitely not her hometown.

She currently doesn't feel that there is any big difference between this small world and the world before her ascension. They are all about birth, old age, illness, death, eating, sleeping, and living.

She needs to be faster.

The emperor in dragon robe has an upright posture, is in full splendor, is rigorous and solemn, and is unsmiling.

"Is the emperor there?"

There are more smoke clouds in the mortal world than in the upper world, probably because the ancestral graves of mortals always turn into blue smoke and rise up. In addition, in the past, the mist of water vapor on the stove and the aroma of the food flowed from the chimney to the sky.

She was just a commoner trying to make a living, so she didn't know what the emperor was busy with.

The dragon chair is entirely gilded, and gemstones of different colors are inlaid at the positions corresponding to the eight trigrams.

"Bang--"

"Oh, these people all speak with accents."

Fang Zhe is still waiting.

"Which direction is Yuzhou City?" Jiang Su took off the heavy black sword behind him and threw it on the ground.

Yuzhou City...

"Your Majesty, this time there was a flood in Cangzhou, I don't know who has the relief food in the hands of someone. Song Wencheng waited in Cangzhou for half a month, but nothing arrived. Not even the carriages and horses delivering food were seen at the inn. The people are in dire straits, displaced and living like duckweeds, what should they do?"

"Li Aiqing, you dare to speak."

The beautiful woman was startled, twitching the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and put the chopsticks in her hand slightly into the pot to cook noodles, "It should be in... After all, it is the capital of the country. Where else can the emperor go if he is not in the imperial city."

The beautiful woman felt that the stone slabs under her feet were shaking. "Go east, Mr. Xianjun. I don't know the specific location. I haven't left Taixu Town yet."

Jiang Su's thoughts flew like wildfire, and finally ended up behind a wet cloud.

As soon as these words came out, half of the people in the hall knelt on the spot.

In fact, when Li Yunshan opened his mouth, their legs were shaking with fear. This number one scholar had always been favored, but how dare he talk about official corruption in an understatement in front of the emperor?
It’s so straightforward!
Whose hands will the disaster relief money and grain be seized? Which official dares to seize other people’s royal belongings! Disaster relief has been approved by the emperor and paid for by the treasury. No official would dare to take royal things from you.

This Li Yunshan is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

When Li Yunsheng saw that everyone was kneeling, he naturally knelt down in a polite manner, but he still kept his back straight. He was not worried that he would be punished for telling the truth.

He believed that the emperor had his own magnanimity. "I know this."

"Drag the people in charge of escorting the relief grain to prison. When will this grain and real money come into Song Wencheng's hands, and when will these people be released."

"Anyone."

The young emperor looked at the equally young champion and asked coldly.

Li Yunshan was stunned, and then quickly responded, "There are three people: Wang Siyuan, Li Wanzhi, and Liu Yingsheng."

"..." All the ministers' legs were shaking.

How come these two deal with corruption so casually? ! Can you arrest me just by asking for your name? !
And what's going on with this kid? He speaks so straight. How on earth did he pass the imperial examination? !

All the ministers spent today's morning in trepidation.

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Ruan Yi shook the memorial in his hand, picked up the pen and wrote a few words, and said in a leisurely manner, "Yunshan, your recent aura of not being afraid of death is really good. Just now in the court, even I I kind of admire you."

"Wei Chen dare not."

The Zhuangyuan Lang's voice was gentle and his temperament was humble, as if he was different from the person who had just spoken bluntly.

"However, this way, my two good brothers can no longer worry about my treasury. Haha, Yunshan, you should be more careful these days, they will hate you to the core."

Ruan Yi twitched the corner of his lips and said something. His eyes were deep and dark, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Yes." Li Yunshan responded.

"thump--"

"His-"

Two strange voices suddenly came from above their heads, and the two of them looked up at the rafters.

I saw that a large hole half a person wide was opened in the eaves of Yangxin Hall, and a woman in green was sitting on the beam, carefully taking out the black heavy knife in her hand from the big hole, and the bricks and tiles crackled. fell to the ground.

The young emperor and the champion were stunned, and then a word came to their mind.

Immortal.

In this outfit, he is an immortal living in seclusion in the fairy mountain!
How could the immortals come to their imperial city so easily? Still using this... method.

Even if the immortals walked into the Yangxin Hall openly and openly, the emperor could not do anything to them. Instead, he had to welcome them warmly.

This is the status of a monk.

"Hey, everyone is here." The woman in green said hello casually, jumped down from the beam, and the dark black heavy knife fell to the ground with a loud sound.

Ruan Yi's expression was complicated, and he touched and explored something sealed with wax in his sleeve.

This woman doesn't know whether it's good or evil. In this case, it's better to call the several national teachers and Qin Tianjian whom she supports.

"Snapped--"

The woman in green walked to the emperor's desk very boldly, put her hand into the young emperor's sleeve, pinched some kind of round wax, and shook the sleeve.

The arms of the two men were suddenly exposed at the same time. Jiang Suzheng and the emperor were holding the fist-sized round wax at the same time!
"Want to find someone to help you?" Jiang Su said calmly.

"..."

"I'm afraid it won't work anymore. Your Majesty, we need to discuss some important national affairs. No one can listen."

Jiang Su sneered and held down the emperor's already stiff hand, opened his fingers, grabbed the round wax used to convey the message, and placed the heavy knife on his shoulder.