The Scumbag of Fast Transmigration Guide to Self-Help

Chapter 426 Setting 39 The Deathly Power Official Wants to Be a Good Man (4)

It was night, and the report of the sudden flood in the south was rushed to the palace by eight hundred miles, and presented to the emperor's imperial table.

"Are the prefects in the south all idiots? They don't even know how to take precautions against the heavy rain. I don't know how many people have been displaced by this flood, and how many fertile fields and dams will be damaged..." The emperor, who was already in a bad mood, threw the book on the ground heavily. On the ground, his eyes were full of furious fire.

The south has a prosperous economy and is also a tax-heavy land.

This disaster, for the imperial court, is really a heavy loss.

Li Weiyi, who served in front of the imperial court, bowed his waist and picked up the memorial, held it in both hands and put it back on the imperial table, and said after deliberation: "Natural disasters and man-made disasters, who knows. The most urgent thing is to send people to relieve the disaster."

When the emperor was still in the hidden residence, he was by the emperor's side.

Therefore, speaking in private, there are not so many taboos.

The emperor got angry and his mood improved a little. He sat back at the imperial table and rolled his eyes slightly, "Who do you think is the right person to send?"

"The third prince is now..." After all, that is not an honorable matter, Li Wei paused, and threw the topic back, "Your Majesty, you should already have a suitable candidate in your mind."

Hearing the words "Third Prince", the emperor frowned deeply, and snorted coldly, "It means that if you dare to mention him in front of me, if you changed someone else, your life would have been lost long ago."

Li Wei lowered his head deeply, not daring to face the holy face, as if he was ashamed of it.

In the early years, the third prince had an upright character and decisive actions, and he had the potential to be a prince. Seeing that the emperor also wanted to cultivate him, he secretly let the third prince in and made good friends with him.

Now, the third prince has been imprisoned in the sect's mansion for misbehavior, and there is no chance for him to stand up.

Only then did he realize that he had made a wrong bet.

The emperor now has only two princes under his name, and the third prince has been abolished, so the fifth prince Zhao Xun is the only one left.

It was widely rumored that the fifth prince, Zhao Xun, was an orchid and majestic tree, with an outstanding bearing, but he knew very well that the other party was a man of vindictive nature.

Although he had never offended Zhao Xun before, who knows if there was any negligence that the other party remembered in his heart to seek revenge.

At this point, I can only sigh in my heart.

"The fifth prince is twenty this year, and he should go to the place to practice. For him, this is just an opportunity." The emperor squeezed his brows, and said melancholy, "Seeing that I am getting old, this position I'm afraid it will be given to young people."

Li Weiyi didn't want the fifth prince to take the throne early, so he hurriedly stepped forward and coaxed: "Look at what you said, you, it's the time of spring and autumn. The fifth prince has just reached the weak crown, how can you have experience in governing the country?" Rich. If you think about retiring, how will you let this old bone of a servant live." The last sentence is Li Weiyi's sincere words.

The emperor looked up at a childhood friend whose face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, and sighed deeply.

Li Weiyi has been by his side for decades, how could he not understand the hidden worries of the other party.

"Go to Xuan Ji Yuanjin. Just say that I want to talk to him about poetry."

The endless state affairs cost him countless thoughts.

Only in the world of literature can he feel free.

Levi glanced at the Western clock, and he went to court early in an hour, silently swallowing the words of persuasion.

The emperor waited for a while, and the poem book in his hand became more and more boring, so he simply threw it to the other side. When his heart became more and more anxious, the handsome young man walked into the inner hall with steady steps.

"Slave pays respects to the emperor."

"Sit down." The emperor resumed his unfathomable appearance.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for bestowing the seat." It was not the first time Yuan Jin entered the palace, but it was the first time he was summoned in the middle of the night.

Because he didn't know the emperor's mood, he didn't dare to be presumptuous, and was even a little more cautious than usual.

Among all the civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty, the emperor especially favored Ji Yuanjin because he was knowledgeable and interesting.But sometimes, the emperor also hated his unique ritual.

After all, summoning him late at night is not the favor of ordinary ministers.

Just about to show him some dragon prestige, but when he looked at him directly, he couldn't help laughing.

Li Wei, who was arranging supper for the emperor, came in with a bow, followed the emperor's line of sight, and burst out laughing.

Poor Mr. Ji, there must be no one around to take care of him, and he doesn't even know there are ink spots on his chin.

If he hadn't served in front of the imperial court, he would have seen Mr. Ji often, and he might have thought it was a black mole.

No wonder the emperor wanted to laugh.

"Master Ji, you must have forgotten to look in the mirror before going out." Ji Yuanjin usually respects himself a lot, and Li Weiyi is also willing to sell him something in these small things.

"Really?" Yuan Jin touched his face in a daze, and said honestly, "Your Majesty, I have washed my face when I went out. It's just that time is tight and I didn't have time to tidy up my appearance."

The emperor smiled for a while, lost his mood when he thought of the disaster in the south, and said in a deep voice to the people around him: "Li Weiyi, go and get a wet handkerchief."

Anyone can take the wet handkerchief, but letting Li Weiyi take it himself is the first love.

Yuan Jin understood that the emperor was flattering him, but he didn't dare to take it too seriously. As soon as Li Wei walked over, he got up and took the handkerchief.

I wiped the wet kerchief on my face, and when I took it off, there was a little more ink stains.

Yuan Jin laughed after he realized it, "Young minister made the emperor and Eunuch Li laugh tonight."

"You, there should be someone who knows the cold and the hot by your side." The emperor put away his gentle face before, and his face became serious, "The year before last, I intentionally assigned a few court ladies to you. He refused on the grounds of getting married after starting a career. This year, you are in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the Military Aircraft Department can come and go as you please, and I will arrange a maid for you, so you should have no excuses."

"Your Majesty, why do you bother with such a trivial matter. I am terrified." Yuan Jin knelt down as he said, with an appearance of being loyal to the country and the people. Fearful and worried, I spent the whole night thinking about countermeasures in the study."

Although he is kneeling, his figure is as tall and straight as green pines and green bamboos. His outstanding temperament makes it difficult for people to directly notice his outstanding appearance.

If you look carefully, you will find that he has red lips and white teeth like the young man written in ancient books, but his eyes are so clear and moving that people can't move their eyes away.

The emperor first noticed him because of his eyes.

"That's all, since you don't want to have children, I don't want to add trouble to you. It's just that I don't make an example."

Yuan Jin patted his knees as if he was relieved, and the emperor smiled and cursed, "You are a slave who is used to cheating, but you can't stand it for a while now. Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yuan Jin didn't play tricks anymore, and got up quickly.

Hearing him talk about the south, the emperor, who was about to talk about poetry, was completely lost in the mood, so he simply threw the urgent memorial of Babaili into his arms and asked him to talk about his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)