The king behind the empress

Chapter 39 Please Your Majesty Think Twice

There are two gates in the main hall of Xuanzheng Hall, the main gate is the gate through which the officials enter the hall, and the back gate is the special passage for the emperor.

And because Mo Zizai came late, he went around to the back door and walked in. Watching him walk through the emperor's special passage, the guards of the Habayashi army and the eunuchs all stared at him as if they didn't see him.

After entering the Xuanzheng Hall, Mo Zizai quietly stood at the side of the hall, neither approaching the officials nor the empress, and at the same time, he could see all the people in the Xuanzheng Hall clearly.

Mo Zizai first set his sights on the empress. Today she is wearing a yellow gown and a twelve-pronged crown symbolizing the position of the emperor. She is sitting on the dragon chair full of majesty, which makes people dare not look straight at.

"The height is 1.5 meters, and the aura is [-] meters."

Although Mo Zizai knew that Tang Weiyi was very domineering to outsiders, it was the first time he had seen such a domineering empress. She used to be by his side, and she behaved like a kitten most of the time, listening to what she said What, I've never been tough before, I didn't expect her to have such a majestic side.

Just thinking of this, Mo Zizai's eyes suddenly became a little serious, "Sure enough, it's more interesting for a daughter-in-law to be the emperor."

But the matter of role-playing can be discussed in the Yang Palace, and there is no rush right now.

Mo Zizai reluctantly turned his eyes away from the empress, and then began to observe the princes in the court.

The ministers of the DPRK and China are arranged on both sides according to civil and military affairs. Among them, the civil servants are on the left and the military officials are on the right. There is an empty passage in the middle.

Among these ministers, the most eye-catching one is undoubtedly Yang Weishang, Minister of the Ministry of Officials and Chief Assistant of the Cabinet, because everyone else is standing, but he has a chair to sit there.

Mo Zizai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yang Weishang, who had been serving as Minister of the Ministry of Officials and Chief Assistant of the Cabinet for 20 years, and was known as a tinker of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Dazhou has been able to survive steadily until now. Mo Zizai's father's national policy of recuperating in the late period of his administration accounted for [-]% of the credit, while the empress' diligent governance accounted for [-]% of the credit, and the remaining [-]% ​​was mostly due to this face. The old Yang Ge is always working hard.

Mo Zizai stared at Yang Weishang for a while, then casually sized up the other people in the hall, then turned his gaze back, and wandered away with his eyes closed.

At this time, the main purpose of the court meeting, the empress's wedding, has been discussed, and the second topic, the topic of the Marquis Zhenyuan's request for food, grass and military salaries in the eastern border battlefield, as well as the replenishment of soldiers, has almost come to an end.

Anyway, Mo Zizai stood here and listened for a while. These ministers probably had several meanings. First, the court had no money, and then they accused Zhenyuan Hou of not doing enough to fight. Arrested and questioned.

Anyway, at the end of the noisy discussion, the food and grass that can be given to the Marquis of Zhenyuan is only [-] shi, as for the military pay, there is no source of soldiers.

"Fifty thousand stones of grain and grass."

Mo Zizai could not help but snort in his heart at the end when he heard it, [-] stones of food and grass, at most, would be enough to feed [-] troops for ten days, what will we do after ten days, are we going to fight hungry?
With neither money nor food, are you really not afraid that the Eastern Border will fall and the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms will drive straight into the capital?
After discussing the battlefield in the east, the noisy Xuanzheng Hall fell into a brief silence. A moment later, the servant of the Ministry of Punishment bowed out and said to the Empress, "Your Majesty, according to the ancestral system, your Majesty's wedding should be amnesty for the world. The Ministry of Punishment has drawn up a list of the pardoned persons, please have a look at it, Your Majesty."

After the servant of the Ministry of Punishment said these words, the whole hall fell into silence again, and all the officials raised their heads slightly to look at the empress.

Tang Weiyi, who had been on the throne for three years, had an extremely keen sense of politics. She sensed something was wrong as soon as the Minister of Justice's words fell, but before she could speak, Hu Xiaosheng, the left servant of the Ministry of Housing, also stood up.

"His Majesty, due to the severe drought in Nanjun, Bingjun, and Yongjun, the people have no harvest. This amnesty should reduce or exempt the taxes of the three places."

Hearing what Hu Xiaosheng said, Tang Weiyi, who was very familiar with political affairs, immediately understood their purpose.

According to the usual practice, if the world is amnesty, the affected areas can reduce or exempt taxes, and the tax arrears in other areas will also be exempted.

Therefore, they want to exempt the current tax arrears.

Thinking of the nearly 6000 million taels of tax owed by the imperial court, Tang Weiyi felt a little anger rising in her heart. She suppressed the anger in her heart and said lightly: "Exemption of taxes in the three disaster-stricken places is natural."

"But now the national treasury is empty, and the tax arrears in other regions will not be reduced or exempted this time. Your household department will prepare and collect it at a later date."

Regarding the empress' words, Hu Xiaosheng had expected it a long time ago, and replied directly: "Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible at this time!"

"Amnesty is an ancestral system. If it is changed at will, how can the people be convinced."

"And only exempt the taxes of the three places. I'm afraid those people who are in arrears of tax money will have trouble."

"An accident happened?"

Tang Weiyi's eyes were a little cold. She looked at Hu Xiaosheng and said angrily, "Hu Qing is the servant of the household department. Don't you know that the treasury is empty? Don't you know how much the treasury is owed in total?"

"A total of more than 6000 million taels, are you going to erase the 6000 million taels of tax owed?"

"I absolutely dare not make such a decision. Your Majesty's order is still needed at this time."

Hu Xiaosheng replied with trepidation, seeming to give in, but then said: "It's just that I feel that the state treasury is empty and we can find another way, but the law of amnesty cannot be changed lightly."

"Furthermore, the people who are in arrears of taxes are those who are unable to pay their taxes. If this amnesty fails to exempt them from their taxes, and they also carry out collections, it may stir up civil uprisings again. I hope Your Majesty will think twice."

"I hope your majesty think twice!"

More than a hundred officials in the Xuanzheng Hall shouted in unison to persuade the empress, the nature of this was no less than forcing the palace.

Looking at the neat and orderly officials, Tang Weiyi's face turned pale with anger. How could she not know that the current court's arrears of taxes were more or less related to the officials standing below.

It's just that she didn't expect that these people would ignore the overall situation at all. Didn't they think about the war in the east?Haven't they thought about the refugees affected by disasters everywhere?

Whether it is the invasion of the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms or the revolt of the refugees, will these princes in the court end well?At that time, no matter how much money they have, what is the use of it.

Looking at the crowd of officials below, Tang Weiyi felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart. Although she knew that Da Zhou was rotten to the root, she still couldn't help being a little disappointed seeing this scene.

"How can I save such a big week!"

Looking at the pale Tang Weiyi on the dragon chair, Mo Zizai felt a little distressed, this girl was so angry, if no one was there, she would have thrown herself into her arms and cried.

But it's okay, since she can't be made to cry, let's get rid of those who want her to cry.

(End of this chapter)