The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Chapter 771

Although the carriage was covered with thick plush carpets, it was better to stay warm in the warm pavilion.

Xiao Xixi was wearing a thick jacket, her hands were folded into her sleeves, she had two stoves in her arms, her neck was shrunk, and she was motionless.

Luo Qinghan touched her cheek, fortunately, it wasn't very cold.

Xiao Xixi asked, "Why did you suddenly think of going back to the palace?"

Luo Qinghan: "Fengyang County suffered a snow disaster, I have to go back to deal with the next aftermath."

He took out the teapot from a dark compartment in the car and touched the body of the teapot, it was still warm.

He poured a cup of hot tea for Xixi.

"Drink something hot and it won't be so cold."

Xiao Xixi refused to take her hands out of her warm sleeves. She opened her mouth and assumed the posture of being fed.

Luo Qinghan was helpless, so he could only pass the cup to her mouth and feed it to her personally.

The dignified king of a country actually feeds people tea himself. If others see this scene, it is estimated that they will be so frightened that their jaws drop to the ground.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the car, just the two of them, and there were many fewer scruples.

After Xiao Xixi finished drinking the hot tea, she asked again, "Is the disaster situation in Fengyang County serious?"

Luo Qinghan poured another cup of tea from the cup she drank, and said while drinking tea.

"It's very serious. Many people died. Fortunately, we were prepared in advance, otherwise we would die even more."

Xiao Xixi sighed.

Even if she could have a hunch in advance, she still couldn't completely erase the damage caused by the natural disaster.

In the face of natural disasters, there is really very little that human beings can do.

The carriage passed through the heavy snowstorm and entered the palace.

That afternoon, the emperor suddenly issued an decree to summon six patriarchs and six ministers into the palace to discuss how to resolve the disaster in Fengyang County.

They discussed in the council hall for two full hours.

This time, they were very honest, and they didn't play any tricks with the emperor. They almost did whatever the emperor said, and then extended and improved them according to the emperor's wishes.

Everyone didn't say anything on their faces, and their hearts were empty.

When things were almost discussed, Luo Qinghan reminded.

"Return two million taels of silver from the treasury to the King of England."

The Minister of Hu instinctively wanted to open his mouth and cry, but before he could say anything, he was blocked by the cold eyes of the emperor, and finally he could only answer.

"The minister obeys the order."

Luo Qinghan was about to leave the meeting.

This is a pavilion elder who stood up and asked cautiously.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty, are the supplies sent to Fengyang County the same batch of supplies that General Xiao escorted?"

Luo Qinghan understood what they wanted to know, and said indifferently, "The supplies that Xiao Lingfeng escorted were all filled with hay and stones."

Everyone was stunned.

What Xiao Lingfeng escorted was actually hay and stones, not materials at all!

In this way, the emperor actually expected that there might be accidents on the way to escort the supplies, so he asked Xiao Lingfeng to escort a batch of fake supplies out of Shengjing City in advance, in order to attract the attention of people with bad intentions, and the real supplies were early. It was quietly transported to Fengyang County from another route.

The sound of the east hit the west, and the darkness is Chen Cang.

Everyone was tricked by the emperor.

After being surprised, someone asked again.

"Then General Xiao, they shouldn't be dead, right?"

Luo Qinghan: "Well, Xiao Lingfeng has already led people to capture all the bandits who dared to rob the court supplies. They will be escorted back to Beijing soon. Dong Shangshu, the interrogation of those bandits will be handed over to you."

The Minister of Punishment, Dong Mingchun, immediately came out and said, "Wei Chen obeys."

Everyone watched the young emperor slowly walk out of the council hall, and the feeling in their hearts was extremely complicated.

From the beginning to the end, the emperor never questioned the courtiers for what happened before, but it was because he didn't say anything that made everyone feel even more uneasy.

If they had a choice, they would rather have the emperor let out his temper in person, rather than being so stubborn as he is now, making people feel uncomfortable.

After this incident, they completely understood that although the emperor was young, his mind was deeper than that of the previous emperor, and he must not be underestimated.

Luo Qinghan went to the imperial study and took out all the memorabilia that had been accumulated during this period of time for review.

The next day before dawn, Luo Qinghan got up again.

Today is the Great Court Meeting, and all officials of the fourth rank and above in Beijing are required to attend.

At this time, among the civil and military officials, many people already knew about the disaster in Fengyang County, and they were inevitably uneasy.

Sure enough, as soon as the court meeting began, the elders of the pavilion began to talk about the disaster in Fengyang County, and at the same time did not forget to praise the emperor's foresight.

They boasted very naturally, as if it was not them who had firmly believed that the emperor was worrying.

Having been in the DPRK for so many years, thick skin is the basic skill.

Luo Qinghan sat upright on the high hall.

He looked blankly at the courtiers who were sitting on their knees below.

If the court is a chess game, these courtiers are chess pieces. They are scattered on the chessboard, seemingly scattered, but in fact they are deeply involved with each other.

As the emperor, Luo Qinghan was a chess player.

Wherever he wants to put the chess piece, the chess piece can be obediently placed in that position.

After the pavilion elders finished speaking, Luo Qinghan glanced at Eunuch Chang.

Eunuch Chang took two steps forward, holding the imperial edict written by the imperial pen.

He unfolded the imperial decree and began to read the above content aloud.

"Hu Shiming, the servant of the Ministry of Personnel, has been transferred to the state sub-siye."

"Zhou Xuze, the head of the Ministry of Household, was transferred to the doctor of Taixue."

"Peng Rong, the young minister of Dali Temple, was transferred to the governor of Zhongzhou Shi."

...

For a long time, a total of thirteen people were named.

Some of them are located above the court, and some are not eligible to appear here.

These people are all transferred at the same level, and their rank remains unchanged, but their positions have undergone tremendous changes.

They were originally in the real power department, but now they are either transferred to Qingshui Yamen, or they are transferred to other places.

If there is no accident, their career in this life will stop here.

The officials whose names were pronounced came out one after another.

They knelt down on the ground, their hands and feet were cold, their hearts were desperate, and they had to shout.

"Thank you Lord Ron!"

Then came another edict.

This time, more than a dozen people were named in one breath. Their official positions were all raised a little bit, and some of them simply did not change their original ranks, but the transferred positions were all real power departments.

Li Qingyan was also among these people.

He was transferred to the Ministry of Personnel, and took over the post of Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.

Being from a poor family, he can have such a fast promotion speed, which is enough to show the emperor's reuse of him.

The people whose names were named stood up one after another, and with excitement, they knelt down and thanked them.

Among these people, the oldest is only thirty years old, and the youngest is only nineteen years old.

They are young, impulsive, yet full of energy, with a passion for ideals.

If there is no accident, these people are the mainstay of the future of the DPRK.

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