Nirvana is alluring, nine thousand years old, please respect yourself

Chapter 467

Ji Li looked at Mo Yu with eyes that gradually deepened. The court has never been clean, and there is no way to clean it. Where there are officials, there must be greed. No one knows this better than Ji Li. He hates these people so much that he wants to stay away from this place, to stay away from this filth. Now, these filth have become his most powerful weapon.

When Mo Yu wrote those things, he would not know what Ji Li wanted him to do. If he knew, he might think more about it. The daughter-in-law and children in the backyard are important, but for a person like Mo Yu , one's own life is far more precious than everything else.

It is not difficult to keep Mo Yu's account book well. Qianji Pavilion has many methods to handle these matters cleanly and beautifully. What Jili asked him to write in the account book has risen to the level of Beichen and Dong Zhou. Bian Lian Qingcheng has already won Feng Sansuo, so it is not difficult for her to deal with it. Dongzhou himself can't be later than her, and he has to help her do things better...

So Mo Yu's account is nothing more than the record of this grain being seconded to Beichen. Because Lian Qingcheng's amount is too large, Ji Li can't write down all the amount she wants at once, so he only records the first batch of grain shipped over In fact, this is not a small amount.

It wasn't that Lian Qingcheng borrowed food directly from the Eastern Zhou court unexpectedly at the beginning, but that Lian Qingcheng knew the nature of the Eastern Zhou court and they would not extend a helping hand to Beichen, so he found Wolf Eagle.

The amount was accounted for, but the food in the treasury did not move, Mo Yu thought, even if the prince made an account, it would be of no use.

But Lord Ji said, no problem, just do it.

So on the morning of the next day, Mo Yu took the account book away, looked at death as if he had returned home, and knelt on the Golden Luan Hall and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, I have a book to play."

Baili Qinfeng is still wholeheartedly waiting for Wei Feng to enter Beijing these two days. According to the time, the two of them should arrive in Beijing in the day after tomorrow at most.

When they arrived in Beijing, Baili Qinfeng should ask this good subject, this... good brother, why didn't he hide the key of the Quan's Formation Map privately?What is the intention, what is the conspiracy?
Therefore, he seemed to be careless about Mo Yu's intentions, because as far as Baili Qinfeng was concerned, there was nothing for him to divert his attention from Quan's formation diagram.

Then Master Mo Yu knelt on the ground with a plop, his whole body trembling like chaff, "Your Majesty, Lord Wei Feng called a lot of food and grass from my ministers some time ago, a total of 10,000+ stones, which he said were for his military training. After checking the whereabouts of some grain, I found that this batch of grain was sent to the place where Lord Weifeng of Bianyang was training soldiers. The minister was terrified, and looked through the account books. He found that His Royal Highness had transferred a lot of grains one after another, each time more than ten thousand shi, almost a dozen, This is the grain of a million shi, I dare not hide it any more, so I report it to the emperor, and ask the emperor to make a decision."

"How much did you say?" Baili Qinfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and Mo Yu, who was almost like a real dragon, couldn't lift his head.

Mo Yu's head was buried even lower, already firmly against the floor tiles, her voice was also tense, as if she was about to stutter, "Hundred, million stones..."

"Wei Feng wanted it all?" Baili Qinfeng asked the eunuch to send up the account book, and turned to the page where Mo Yu had tampered with. The notes are quite long, and it seems that it has been a while.

Mo Yu replied, "Yes, Your Majesty, I don't dare to make up my own mind anymore, so I have come to report to the Emperor."

"Why didn't you report it earlier?!" The emperor slammed the account book on Mo Yu's face and shouted angrily.

"Lord Wei Feng reminded me thousands of times, saying that this matter should not be too publicized, and that he had obtained your permission from the emperor to train soldiers in Bianyang, otherwise he would not dare to train private soldiers and transfer private food, and said that if the minister put this Telling the matter is going against you, the emperor, against you, my whole family will definitely die, I... I dare not say it..."

Probably people can always burst out surprising power when they are extremely frightened, so Mo Yu is obviously very scared and terrified of the emperor, but at this time when he speaks big words, he is also very smooth, and Bai Feihong who is standing next to him The horns moved, this person was more sensible than Fan Desi, he didn't learn from Fan Desi, he wanted to bite the prince back in this court, and ended up being wiped on the neck by the emperor's sword.

Baili Qinfeng really feels that the year is not good and the life is not peaceful. Wei Feng is still on the road now, and he is about to go to Beijing. The disaster is enough to make him angry. things come.

The grain of more than one million shi is almost enough for half a year's rations of the people of the entire Eastern Zhou Dynasty. How dare Wei Feng be so presumptuous!Calling so much forage!What kind of soldiers does he want to train? !The letter said that it would not exceed [-]. How could an army of no more than [-] use so much food? !
If there is nothing tricky here, the emperor would not believe it anyway.

He gritted his teeth and restrained himself from killing Mo Yu like he killed Fan Desi last time. Just like last time, he let the other courtiers retreat first, leaving Bai Feihong and Mo Yu behind. The trust in Feihong became more and more. This kind of trust did not come from some kind of emotional belief, but the affirmation of his strength and means. Bai Feihong's support for him when Baili Qinfeng succeeded to the throne was still It has a certain effect.

"Where has the food been shipped?" Baili Qinfeng asked Mo Yu in a calm voice.

"Earlier, it was indeed in the direction of Bianyang, the border gate. After arriving in Bianyang, it was not sent to the army. Is Lord Feng training sailors?" Mo Yu said honestly according to what Ji Li taught him.

"You mean, went to sea?" Baili Qinfeng's squinted eyes shot out a cold light, which was extremely dangerous.

Mo Yu's whole body trembled when he saw it, and he said repeatedly: "Your Majesty, I dare not hide even half of it. Everything is true! Your Majesty, I failed to report it in time. It is my negligence. I know my mistake. Weichen really knows his mistake."

This person is quite skillful in speaking, but he only said that he knew his mistake, not his guilt.

The emperor didn't quite listen to his words, but asked Bai Feihong, "What do you think about this?"

Bai Feihong's expression was uncommonly serious, "Returning to the emperor, I think that since Mr. Mo told the emperor about this matter, it means that this matter is by no means a fiction. Most of my Eastern Zhou's grain is stored in three warehouses. The storehouse is almost like a million stones, which have been accumulated over the years to be stored for emergencies, and there is a storehouse key to transfer grain, without going through the capital at all, and the official road can directly lead to the port. Beichen and Dongzhou have specially approved a road for business, and now the food is probably transported to the port according to Master Mo's opinion, I feel that this matter is not that simple."

This is a person with more skill in speaking. He cleverly avoided Bian Yang, cleverly used the official road of the port and the warehouse, and even more cleverly pointed out Beichen. The emperor probably had a shadow in his heart.

(End of this chapter)