I became the son of Renzong

Chapter 243

I have been moved all day, from pretending to be moved, to being really moved later.

Even Zhao Xi's mood has not been calm.

If Dad didn't have so many mouths to give rewards, maybe Zhao Xi would be in a happy mood for a long time.

There is no need to reward the rescued child, this is what is needed at this time.

Human beings are not completely fair. It is impossible for His Majesty to encounter all the same sufferings.

Therefore, the house of this family was built by the supervisor, and the children were even arranged to go to school.Others are not so lucky.

Needless to say, it was all borne by the imperial court.

"Your Highness, if there is any reward from the official family, let the East Palace bear it!"

Fu Bi dragged Zhao Xi, took a step back, and said such a sentence inexplicably.

"Fuxiang, why?"

"Because the official family left the palace, it was caused by His Highness's instigation."

This reason... Zhao Xi didn't expect that Fu Bi was also a sinister person.

Zhao Xi was speechless, which was equivalent to admitting it.He thought that his father would never encounter a similar situation again, and he would not have too many rewards.

He was wrong, very wrong.

Father's reward is arbitrary, depending on mood and interest.

Starting from rescuing the child, along the way, the father has been rewarding all the way.

Seeing people crying bitterly with their loved ones in their arms, he would go over and say a few words of comfort, and then reward them; seeing that the old man was still reprimanding the soldiers who rescued them, he would go over to have a few words, and then reward them.

Seeing the official uniform covered in mud, no matter how trembling he is, he patted his shoulder in the past, encouraged him a few words, and then rewarded him; when he saw a scholar, he ignored his image and airs, and picked up the grain in the Changping warehouse with a dustpan The sand in the sand, I was very moved to boast a few words, and then rewarded.

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At first, Zhao Xi thought it was all small money, although he had no habit of carrying money, but searching for followers was always enough for rewards.

But he hasn't gone far, not to mention the teachers and commanders of the guard battalion, even the husbands, Zhao Xi has also been hollowed out, but the father is still enthusiastically rewarding them.

Dad, why don't you just issue an edict and ask your son to pull a load of money and spread money along the way!

Take it, really take it!Anyway, he is the head of the family, so why don't you know that Chai Migui is expensive?

There are always clever people. Anyway, there are many spies from the Imperial City Department on both sides of this street, and no one knows who informed Neiyuan of the situation.

Then, Zhao Qin, as the spokesperson of the East Palace, really sent someone to send a carload of money, as well as souvenirs from Empress and Tao Niang...

Zhao Xi really regretted it, really regretted that he shouldn't have pushed his father out of the palace, and he shouldn't have allowed him to get out of the car, instead he should have let his father look through the manganese steel window.

What's the matter!

Looking at the happy faces of these lords, Zhao Xi felt that he was at a disadvantage.

I said, you gentlemen, aren't you usually able to correct the emperor's gains and losses?You guys are talking!

"Fu Xiang, it's getting late, should you let His Majesty return to the palace?"

Fu Bi looked at the sky, then at Zhao Xi.

"Your Highness, it's still early in the morning, and the officials have yet to appreciate the sentiments of the people..."

Fuck you!This old boy Fu Bi also plays this.

He is really a son, if he was a husband, he would have dissuaded him a long time ago.

Then, Zhao Xi had to keep throwing money away.Seeing that the horses pulling the cart are all happy, Zhao Xi is the only one who is not happy, can't be happy.

It's finally over, Zhao Xi felt very relieved when he saw the city wall, it's finally over.

The husbands and fathers bid farewell to the father and son happily, expressing their hard work to His Highness the Crown Prince.

"Today, all the ministers are troubled. Each will be rewarded with a thousand new coins..."

"Pfft..."

who?Who gloated to the point of laughing out loud?
Look again, isn't it the old boy Fu Bi?

"Thank you Your Majesty..."

They all looked at Zhao Xi when they were done. His Majesty had already gotten into the carriage. It was a carriage specially built by the Armament Supervisor and pulled by eight horses.

And old Chen Lin greeted him directly to drive, together with the Imperial City Secretary... As for His Royal Highness, Chen Lin also felt that it would be better to avoid it.

"Don't look, there is no money!"

"Your Highness, Your Majesty said it was Jinkou, and His Highness is also Jinkou, but His Highness agreed to the rich minister..."

Zhao Xi didn't say a word, and went straight to the carriage behind, which was the kind that the female relatives rode...

"Everyone, please take a look. A cartload of new coins is gone, not a single one is left. Not to mention all the followers, let alone those who support you..."

"Wait, Your Highness, we are not supporting, but borrowing. We don't want to benefit..."

It is very difficult to have such an atmosphere of talking and talking among friends. Zhao Xi cherishes it very much, and it should be said that this group of friends also cherish it.

The prince checks and balances the emperor, and the minister checks and balances the prince.The system of the state dynasty was like this at the beginning of the dynasty. It has always been in opposition, and it is always in a state of caution.

Disaster is not a good thing, but in the face of disaster, it is best to unite.

Everything today is exciting and joyful...except for Zhao Xi's big loss.

So, at this moment, I let go of my guard, just for fun.

The money has to be paid back, especially the rewards that the father promised. As for those who searched everyone's bodies... the husband went out with the money on his back?Not much, and I don't remember.

It is estimated that the father saw the money he had plundered from the ministers, and directly paid it back in the name of a reward. The question is, it can't be so many times, right?

The atmosphere is very good, the only regret is: there are no generals here.

Disaster relief is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the whole Bianliang is no longer sad.What is gone always passes away, people have to look forward, and those who are alive have to live on.

It's just that a piece of news came suddenly, making Zhao Xi sad alone.

Di Qing is seriously ill!It's the kind of official court report.

The past few days meant that Di Qing had become ill enough for the court to know.

Di Qing's physical condition, Zhao Xi is clear, like a calf.How can you be sick?

The point is that the court didn't say anything about this report, it was as if they hadn't received it, even Zhao Xi and his father didn't see it.

If it wasn't for Di Qing's son, Di Yong would personally go to the guard camp to inform Zhao Xi that Zhao Xi might not know until Di Qing died.

Originally due to the earthquake relief work, the little goodwill towards Xifu has once again dropped to the lowest point, or even lower!
After all, he used to be the chief of the West Mansion, so it's chilling to do so!
Then, Zhao Xi went out of the city again without saying hello, bringing the imperial doctor with him.

"Why did His Highness leave the city?"

Fu Bi didn't know, it should be said that the whole Dongfu didn't know.

"I heard that Di Hanchen is seriously ill."

"Why is there no report? His Royal Highness already knows?"

"There should be a report in the West Mansion, but..."

"Why is this? Di Hanchen has made great contributions to the court, and there is another hidden reason for deposing the court. Why is this?"

To be honest, it was just casually, and no one really cared about Di Qing and the people in Xifu.

No one wants to be the target of public criticism, except Zhao Xi.

This time Zhao Xi did not show off his might, and he also knew that the court could not find a suitable excuse for him.

The reason why I didn't say hello was to make a statement.

At this time, he especially wanted Pang Ji, that is, the old master Pang, to spread the two-leg theory he once said.

　My friend's new book "The Great Worthy Minister" will be launched tomorrow. It is a historical fiction, based on the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, and published in a style of writing.Those who are interested can take a look.

　　
　
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