I have an altar of luck

"Have you found any traces of the Wusheng Sect demon?" Jing Tai frowned and leaned slightly.

"I don't know it now, I'm afraid it will be known only after the Shuzhou Sky Survey Department reports to the headquarters in the future."

"The Marquis of Wu'an violated the law?"

"Uh……"

"Say what you have, the national teacher is here, don't hide it." Jing Tai said in a condensed voice, as if he was speaking to Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.

"Not guilty."

Cao Zhengxian lowered his gaze, not looking at Pu Xian's face.

"Innocent? How could he be innocent? Marquis Wu An slaughtered Guangming Temple, how could he be innocent?"

Jingtai seemed a little surprised.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, since the establishment of the Xuntian Division, the emperor has issued an imperial decree, cutting first and playing later, and the imperial power has granted it the power to make decisions on the fly.

Over the years, the Xuntian Division has always acted in this way. The number of souls killed by the sword is unknown, and they have contributed a lot of taxes to the Xuntian Division and the court. "

"There is such a thing..." Jingtai sighed softly:

"It's still my fault that the law is not perfect. Take note of my oral instructions. In the near future, let Xun Tiansi be more cautious about the matter of destroying the family, and not go too far."

Naturally, he pretended to show Samantabhadra Bodhisattva this way. He hated Chen Yuan in his heart, but he also hated Buddhism. The imperial court had a lot of tolerance towards Buddhism before, and it has become more and more excessive in recent years.

It can even incite the people...

Now that Chen Yuan, a vicious dog, took a bite out of Buddha's body for him, he felt relieved, but Puxian represented Lingshan, so he couldn't show it.

"Yes, the old minister complies."

"Your Majesty, is this the end of the matter? Could it be that nearly a thousand lives in Guangming Temple are just for the inspector to investigate?" Puxian Bodhisattva frowned.

Jingtai looked at the other party's expression, his face was expressionless, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and immediately turned into agreement:

"There is some truth in what the national teacher said. If that is the case, then we will punish Marquis Wu'an with half a year's salary as a punishment. Unfortunately, if Marquis Wu'an violates the court laws, I will definitely cut his title."

Puxian Bodhisattva's eyes were cold, and Jingtai looked at each other for a while, put his hands together and said:

"Your Majesty distinguishes right from wrong, and the poor monk admires it. Little Leiyin Temple still has important matters, so the poor monk will leave first."

After finishing speaking, Pu Xian turned around and left without stopping for a moment.

He represents the majestic Lingshan, the sacred place of Buddhism, and it is no problem to respect the emperor on weekdays, but now that Guangming Temple is destroyed, it is just a light sentence of fine.

It can already be seen that the Sima family's tolerance for Buddhism is about to reach its limit.

That being the case, there is nothing more to say.

"Master, go slowly."

Jingtai said lightly.

After a while, when Pu Xian moved away, Cao Zhengxian asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, do you really want to punish Marquis Wu'an with half a year's salary?"

"It's been so long since I've been in Shuzhou, but I haven't found the murderer who killed Lu Renjia, and he committed such a big crime, so he should be punished, but... this son killed a god-refining bandit in Liangshan for me, He should also receive the reward, um... he will be rewarded with the half of the sacrifice headquarters that Guangming Temple has gained from exterminating the sect."

The combination of grace and power is the way of the emperor.

Chen Yuan was rebellious, he had to be suppressed all the time, but he couldn't be too hard, he had to do it step by step, and he couldn't give up until it completely entered his palm.

"The old minister obeys the order."

"Just now you came in in a hurry just to talk about the destruction of Guangming Temple?" Jingtai asked suddenly.

Cao Zhengxian shook his head, with a solemn look on his face:

"This matter is just a trivial matter. What the old minister wants to report to His Majesty is a major matter."

"What's the matter?"

"Wu Tianxi, the envoy of Huangzi of the Sky Survey Department, sent a secret report to the headquarters of the Sky Survey Department, and the governor Xiao sent someone to pass it on to the old minister, saying that there was a severe drought in many places in Youzhou, and there was a plague spreading, and the spread was extremely fast. According to statistics, so far Tens of thousands of civilians have been killed or injured.”

Jingtai's pupils shrank, and he punched the chopping board:

"Who spread the plague!"

Once the word 'according to statistics' comes out, the real situation must be even worse. I am afraid that the number of casualties is far more than [-]. The real number must be suppressed by the officials there.

"It's not known yet, the only ones who can be suspicious are the barbarians in the north."

"These bastards, Youzhou is adjacent to the grassland, don't they know that once the plague spreads, the death and injury in the grassland will be more serious?" Jingtai only feels that everything is not going well recently.

The things he had prepared before were delayed again and again at this moment, and things happened one after another, which even made him feel angry.

"Your Majesty calm down, the most urgent task now is to allocate funds to fight the drought, save the people, and prevent the plague from spreading to Liangzhou and Bingzhou."

"The previous pension rewards of the treasury and the internal treasury are almost exhausted."

Jingtai frowned.

Cao Zhengxian raised his head for a moment, it was normal for the treasury to be empty, after all, in recent years, all parts of the Jin Dynasty were unstable, and they had to support an army of over one million to guard against the barbarians and the monsters in the south.

But the inner treasury spent very little money except for the palace expenses and the construction of the mausoleum. He remembered that when Jingtai first came to the throne, there were countless gold, silver, and ingots in it.

How could it be consumed so quickly?

But he didn't open his mouth to ask, because as a person close to Jingtai, he vaguely understood that the emperor seemed to have a powerful influence in the Jianghu.

He must be planning something big.

"Your Majesty, please summon the elders of the clan to open the secret realm of the royal family, and use the imperial court's background to deal with the sudden disaster in Youzhou. The veterans think that someone must deliberately cause trouble in the thirteen prefectures of Jin Dynasty, so we must guard against it."

Jingtai pondered for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief:

"The heritage of the royal family cannot be changed. This matter is related to the country."

The world is the world of their Sima family. If the resources are insufficient and the strength of the Sima family cannot keep up, what can they do to stabilize the world?

"This...could it be that Youzhou...fend for itself?"

Cao Zhengxian felt chills down his spine, and even a trace of unbearable flashed in his eyes.

The people are the foundation of the country, and sometimes a bad piece may spread to more places.

Jingtai closed his eyes and exhaled a foul breath:

"Pass down my decree, add gifts from Qing, Shu, Yun and Nanzhou, and then stop my imperial mausoleum for a while, first stop the spread of the plague in Youzhou, and those who are infected will not be cured, and will be burned on the spot..."

"Your Majesty, the taxes in the southern states are already high enough, plus..." Cao Zhengxian seemed to have seen that the people below were driven to a desperate situation and raised their flags to rebel.

"As long as those powers in the rivers and lakes and the aristocratic families don't get involved, the common people will make troubles, and nothing big will happen."

"Your Majesty, this..."

"What better way do you have?"

"The nobles of the capital." Cao Zhengxian raised his hand, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Compared with the mud legs below, the nobles in the capital are the real riches and nobles. If you copy a few more, it will almost be worth the money and food needed for the disaster relief in Youzhou this time.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Jingtai scolded.

The Sima family relied on the nobles in the capital and the powers of the rivers and lakes to join forces, and the attack on them in this matter may cause a chain reaction.

Never move until he is ready.

"The old minister made a slip of the tongue."

Cao Zhengxian sighed softly.

Jingtai looked ahead, a little melancholy, and said lightly:

"Let's suffer the common people again..."

"The old minister obeys the order."

Jingtai pondered for a moment, then waved his hands: "Have someone go to the imperial dining room to prepare some spiritual porridge for me, I'm hungry..."

……

"I'm hungry too……"

In Chunhua Palace, Yang Guifei, who was dressed in a brocade robe, leaned against the desk, the entire hall was empty, and all the maids were pushed back by him, so as not to disturb her.

The deep palace is quiet, the more it is in the dead of night, the more so it is. It would be fine if she had never seen the light, but she had seen the light not long ago and was full many times.

I also learned the true meaning of being full and hungry from that guy's mouth.

Concubine Yang has a jug of wine in her hand, and she takes a sip from time to time. She thought that she had endured loneliness for so many years, and even if she endured it for another year, it would not be a big deal.

Can……

Ever since Chen Yuan left, she has lived through the years, as if there were ants and insects biting her heart, making her suffer from the loneliness in the middle of the night again and again.

I'd rather be in Yuanlang's palm than be an imperial concubine.

This is the true portrayal of Yang Guifei's mood at the moment. She is really tired of the same life in the palace, and she always wants to change clothes and go out of the palace late at night.

It's a pity that there is no one in Hou's mansion.

With a long sigh, Concubine Yang drank the spiritual wine in her cup, recalling the delicious sea cucumber soup, and murmured in a low voice:

"When will I be able to eat again?"

……

"I'm full, I'm really full."

Tangshan Mansion, inside the Xuntian Palace.

Mrs. Xu was lying halfway in front of the table, she couldn't help herself from the welding smoke, she said that she was completely full and couldn't take any more.

Regardless of whether it's delicacies from mountains and seas or delicacies made from immortal brews, she doesn't want to move her chopsticks now.

"Hong'er, your elder sister Xu is full, would you like to have a taste?" Chen Yuan took a bowl of milky crucian carp soup and sat in front of Shangguan Hong.

Hope she gets a taste of cooking too.

But when Shangguan Hong saw Mrs. Xu smoking and drinking soup, how could she accept it?

Why are you so good at cooking!

Is this the horror of a body refiner?

I don't know how tired I am when I cook...

"No... no, I'm not married yet, no, no..." Shangguan Hong pushed Chen Yuan away with a blushing face, and after that, she didn't dare to stay, changed into new clothes, and quickly ran out of the hall.

"You frightened Sister Shangguan." Seeing the scene of Shangguan Hong fleeing in a hurry, Mrs. Xu, who came back to her senses, let out a laugh and gave Chen Yuan a reproachful look.

She felt that Chen Yuan's nickname should not be Yao Dao, but the Wheel Demon...

"Sooner or later, we have to get used to the customs of our Chen family." Chen Yuan let out a breath and chuckled. Before swallowing the blood of the unicorn, Chen Yuan decided to relax again.

Face the strange beast Huo Qilin with the best posture.

"You came this time just to send Shangguan's sister over?" Mrs. Xu raised her head and glanced at the extraordinary and handsome Chen Yuan, her eyes were full of admiration.

"Of course not, there are important things to do in Tangshan this time."

"Can I know?"

"It's about practice." Chen Yuan replied.

Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't say much, Mrs. Xu was tactful and didn't ask any more questions. She just babbled about some recent affairs and the little apprentice Chen Yuan had accepted.

Since she was sent to Tangshan by Chen Yuan, she has been cultivating hard with Yueshan and others, and her cultivation level has increased a lot. She often visits her with some gifts.

The good name is the teacher's wife.

Seeing that he was pitiful, Mrs. Xu did not deny it, but instead gave him a lot of cultivation resources and advice.

"That kid's aptitude is not bad, and he may have great achievements in the future." Chen Yuan couldn't help but smile slightly when he thought about the little stone he met in Changshan Mansion.

That kid wandered around in the market, and he was good at storytelling, but he often cut chapters out of chapters, which made Yue Shan, who was listening to his heart's content, beat him up, but he still couldn't change his temperament.

"Then you should cultivate well and recruit a few more disciples, maybe they will be of great use in the future."

"Time waits for no one, and there is not so much free time to waste on disciples." Chen Yuan shook his head slowly. Compared with external forces, he believed in himself more.

"When will younger sister Yu Qingyan and Yan Shu arrive?"

"I don't know yet, it probably won't take too long."