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Lou Yu is dressed in moon-white robes and a vermilion cloak. He is tall and straight, with beautiful eyes and a straight nose. Standing on the stone steps of the pavilion, he looks like a fairy.

The only shortcoming is that His Royal Highness' complexion is pale, his brows are dyed with worry, and he is thin and thin.

His eyes were flushed, he bowed solemnly to everyone, and said: "You guys are kind, Lou appreciates it. These are your own belongings, please keep them for your own use. I live in the hotel very well, you don't have to worry."

A troublemaker with a strong sense of justice shouted: "Then we will have to go in and have a look before we can be sure if His Highness is doing well!"

"That's right!"

"It's okay not to go in all, but let one or two people go in and have a look, right?"

The head of the office got a headache from the quarrel and shouted: "This is a hotel! Don't be presumptuous here!"

"Let your mother do what she wants!"

A loud roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the audience fell silent.

Everyone turned their heads to see which warrior it was!

A middle-aged man in an official robe stood proudly, with a plain appearance, a dignified temperament, and no anger.

They are all from the capital, who doesn't know who?

This is the famous Gao Mo Gao Yushi!

Don't look at his name "Mo", if you really want to debate, that sharp mouth can be said to be an invincible opponent in the court.

As time passed, no one wanted to face him face to face, for fear of being drowned by his spittle.

The owner of the lodge trembled in his heart, and quickly winked at the gatekeeper.

Gatekeeper: My lord, are the corners of your eyes twitching?

The crowd made way spontaneously.

Gao Mo walked to the hotel with a cold expression, cupped his hands to Lou Yu and said, "Your Majesty Gao Mo, I have met His Royal Highness."

"Master Gao, you don't need to be too polite." Lou Yu smiled.

Gao Mo turned to the owner of the hotel again: "They can't get in, but can I get in?"

The censor is Gang!

Lou Yu lowered his eyes to hide his smile.

If Anbu's information is correct, this Gao Yushi is actually a member of the Third Prince.

He only stirred up a little wind, and the third prince immediately reacted, taking advantage of the situation to turn the little wind into a big wave.

Thoughts go fast enough, he likes it!

Faced with Gao Mo's questioning, the owner of the hotel was terrified.

"I'm asking you something, can you or can't you?" Gao Mo asked sharply again.

The owner of the hotel trembled in fright: "Yes, yes."

Gao Mo snorted coldly, turned around and nodded to the shopkeepers of Cloth and Charcoal, "You all come in with me."

"Yes!"

Even the head of the establishment couldn't stop him.

Gao Mo scolded directly: "Don't disturb this official's work!"

His eyes were filled with anger, his aura was full, and the master was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.

Gao Mo ordered another official in the hotel: "Lead the way!"

The little official didn't dare to disobey, so he bit the bullet and led the three of them to the courtyard where Lou Yu lived.

The courtyard was desolate, the doors were old, and the two shopkeepers felt chills in their hearts.

To live in such a ruined courtyard for heroes!

Then go into the house.

The tables and chairs are plain, nothing on display, everything looks so simple.

Gao Mo saw the quilt on the couch at a glance.

It's really thin.

The treasurer of the cloth shop couldn't help touching it with his hands, and sighed quietly: "Oh!"

What His Highness's attendant said is right, it is indeed thin and hard, how can it keep warm?

There is a charcoal basin in the corner of the room.

The shopkeeper of the charcoal shop took a closer look, and sighed, "Lord Gao, these are the worst charcoals. Our Dasheng hero, His Royal Highness, was treated so harshly!"

Gao Mo glared at the little official: "Go and bring the food prepared today!"

"This...the food is gone, I can't get it." The little official said with a mournful face.

Who is Gao Yushi?What nonsense people haven't seen?

He said: "Torturing your son is a felony, maybe you want to go to jail for a while?"

Lieutenant: "..."

He was about to speak, but Gao Mo interrupted him again: "You have lost a chance to speak. If you have anything to say, let's talk in court."

"My lord! My lord, please spare me!" The little official knelt down on the ground and begged, "The little man is just a servant who runs errands, and the kitchen is not in the hands of the little man!"

How can Gao Mo be polite?

"Let's save this for self-defense."

He lifted his foot and left the yard, and met the trembling head of the hotel head-on.

On a cold winter day, the owner of the hotel was sweating profusely: "Master Gao! Master Gao! We really don't have any money in the hotel, so we can't provide it to His Royal Highness..."

"Shut up!" Gao Mo shouted, "Don't you want to report to the higher authorities?"

"The villain has informed you! But, but..."

For a long time, he didn't say why.

The owner of the hotel dared to treat the royal blood harshly, but he relied on the support of someone behind him.

How could he confess the envoy if he didn't shed tears when he saw the coffin?

Gao Mo completely lost his patience, snorted coldly, and flung his sleeves away.

Gao Yushi's efficiency was quite high, and he quickly wrote the notes and presented them to the imperial case.

Before the emperor opened it, he still had a headache and joked with the chief eunuch: "What's going on with Gao Mo?"

After opening it, without looking at it for a few moments, he slapped the folder on the table with a "snap", and said angrily, "Call Gao Mo to me!"

The head eunuch couldn't help but slander: I don't know what Gao Yushi wrote to make His Majesty angry like this.

In an instant, Gao Mo came with a serious face.

After he saluted, the emperor asked him: "Is everything written in your notebook true?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, this matter is absolutely true, and there is no fraud at all." Gao Mo said straightly, "Many people in the city have witnessed this with their own eyes. It is precisely because I met people giving gifts that I entered the mansion to check in person. My minister It’s not half false.”

"Idiot! Idiot!" The emperor was so angry that he slapped the imperial case hard again.

Of course, what he scolded was not Gao Mo, but the owner of the hotel.

No one in the world knows Lou Yu's meritorious service.

At this juncture, if it is reported that the palace treats the son harshly, what will the people of the world think of him as the emperor?

Although it is the work of the pavilion, but the pavilion represents the imperial court. Doesn't this mean that the imperial court treats the heroes harshly?

What a bunch of confused fools!

"Why does the principal treat the son so harshly?" the emperor roared.

Gao Mo lowered his eyes: "I asked, and he said that the hotel lacked money and goods, and could not provide His Royal Highness with the necessary equipment."

emperor:"……"

He was so angry that he was dizzy: "The hotel has no money, go to the household department to ask for it!"

"He said the Ministry of Housing did not agree to allocate funds."

The hall fell into silence.

Gao Mo looked at his nose and heart.

In fact, in his opinion, Hubu's trick is not bad.

If you meet a son who doesn't want to be troublesome, you may suffer this boring loss; if you meet a son who can only cry to the Holy One, the Holy One may just say a few words of relief, lightly ordering the Ministry of Households to allocate funds, but the anger has already been borne , also fell behind.

But they ran into Yu Shizi who didn't play cards according to common sense.

People are forgetful.

Two years ago, Mr. Yu came to Beijing to celebrate his birthday, which caused turmoil in the capital. The people in the capital have forgotten that they only know that Mr. Yu is a person who has made great contributions.

But the common people forget, some people dare to forget?

With Yu Shizi's temperament, how could he suffer from boredom?

Therefore, when the cloth shop and the charcoal store were noisy, he received an order from His Royal Highness the Third Prince to go to the hotel to find out.

Du Qian has been scheming for so many years, but they have never caught him. This time he finally calculated wrongly.

The so-called lack of money is just an excuse.

From the point of view of timing, Du Qian probably communicated with the head of the hotel before Yu Shizi returned to Beijing.

Because of the old grudge from two years ago, he had reason to do so.

He may not be ignorant that the son of Yu is difficult to deal with, but he has a fluke mentality.

Firstly, since he is a close minister of the emperor, the Holy Majesty will not punish him too much; secondly, it is the end of the year and the household affairs are heavy, so he can evade responsibility by not seeing the application for the hotel.

The plan is a good plan, but the timing is not right.

Du Zhi died, and Du Qian loudly accused Yu Shizi of harming Du Zhi in the palace, and the emperor and courtiers all saw it.

He hates Yu Shizi.

So he has enough incentive to "negligence".

How could they not accept the pillow that Du Shangshu personally handed over?

After a long time, the emperor sighed deeply: "Let Du Qian come to see me."

He didn't listen to Gao Mo's one-sided words, but a normal person would think that a small head of the hotel would not have the courage to treat the prince harshly.

Du moved back to the mansion and told his wife and children the news of Du Zhi's death. The whole mansion was deeply saddened.

Before he could recover, there was a summons from the palace.

It stands to reason that the Holy Majesty understands his pain of losing his son, if it is not an important matter, he should not be called into the palace now.

What happened?

After entering the palace, seeing Gao Mo was there, Du Qian's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The emperor directly threw the booklet to him: "Look for yourself."

After reading it, Du Qian felt a little settled.

He sincerely explained: "Your Majesty, I don't know anything about this matter! The declaration of money in the hotel is in charge of the head of the household department. I really don't know that there is such a thing. It is my negligence. Your Majesty condemns!"

He had just lost his beloved son, and he looked haggard and old, which made the emperor feel a little bit of sympathy and intolerance.

The emperor was about to absolve him of his guilt, when Gao Mo suddenly said: "Your Majesty, now the people in the city know that the hero has been humiliated, and the court has to give an explanation."

"Then according to Aiqing's opinion, what should I do?"

Gao Mo said: "Your Majesty, I think that at the end of the year, the household affairs are heavy, and the officials of the household department must devote themselves to avoid omissions. Now Du Shangshu is in a sad mood, and his mind is not in the right place. Once he makes a mistake, the foundation of the country will be shaken!"

Du Qian: "..."

I fuck you uncle!

He hurriedly said: "Return to Your Majesty, I have a clear distinction between public and private affairs, and I will definitely not neglect official duties..."

"But Du Shangshu, I heard that your tax calculation last year was wrong."

"Impossible!" Du Qian said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Gao Mo said loudly: "Then dare to ask Du Shangshu, do you dare to let me check the accounts of the Ministry of Accounts last year?"

Without waiting for Du Qian to speak, he turned to the emperor again: "Your Majesty, the accounts of the household department are extremely important, and there is no room for any mistakes or omissions. Du Shangshu has already neglected the matter of the hotel. If Du Shangshu does not wash away the stains, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public. ah!"

As long as last year's accounts are perfect, it is enough to prove that Du Qian's ability can continue to be competent, and others are beyond reproach.

but--

How can it be really perfect?

nonexistent!

Seeing the emperor loosen, Du Qian broke out in a cold sweat, knelt down and wept suddenly: "Your Majesty, I am guilty! I suddenly lost my father, my mind is confused, and I am confused. Some things were out of order before. I implore your majesty to allow me to take leave and rest!" "

The emperor sighed: "Forget it."

Things seem to have gone so far.

Now that the hotel has money to buy utensils, Lou Yu's life becomes easier, the court looks bright, and the people feel at ease.

Everything is fine.

Only Du Qian is not good.

Taking leave at home means that someone will take his place temporarily, which will inevitably share the power in his hands.

But if he didn't do this at that time, once the holy order was ordered to verify last year's accounts, he couldn't afford to gamble.

The Du family was gloomy.

Lou Yu walked around the street happily.

When he reached the corner, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

The man was tall, with a knife on his waist, and was wearing the guard uniform of the Prince's Mansion.

"Young Master Yu, my son has an invitation."