Father is on top, I was wrong

The next day, the snow fell more and more heavily, and the roof tiles of the inner forbidden area were covered with a thick layer of pure white.

Xiao Gui thought about it in the middle of the night, and fell asleep for a while when the sky was twilight, when he heard Li Ling calling him to court.

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is waiting outside the hall."

"What time is it now?"

"It's almost time, Your Majesty."

Xiao Gui was very sleepy, cursing in his heart that that dead face used to come every day at Yin hour, he didn't sleep well, and he didn't let others sleep.

After vomiting blood, is it changed to Maoshi now?

But in Xiao Gui's view, Mao Shi was not much better.

Li Ling helped him tidy up his clothes slowly, and served him his breakfast, two quarters of an hour had passed.

He glanced out of the window, seeing snowflakes flying like goose feathers, he couldn't help but sneered, "Li Ling, do you think he'll freeze to death after standing in the snow for so long?"

Hearing this, Li Ling went outside the main hall to take a look, and Fang replied: "Your Majesty, he is standing under the plum tree, and one of his attendants is holding an umbrella, so he probably won't get cold. Besides, didn't he say so? It’s not cold when it snows, it’s cold when the snow melts.”

Xiao Gui let out an "oh", feeling quite disappointed, "Someday the snow will melt, let him stand outside for an hour or two."

Outside the main hall, Lu Jia held an umbrella, seeing Cheng's face that was three points paler than Xue's, his forehead twitched, and he endured it again and again.

"Prime Minister, why don't you sit in the pavilion over there?"

Wen Wujue waved his hands and said lightly, "No problem."

After a while, Xiao Gui finally came out, wearing a bright yellow brocade cloak with only a thin layer, which contrasted sharply with Wen Wujue's big cloak.

Seeing him come out, Wen Wujue waved his hand and asked Lu Jia to hand over the memorial to him.

"This is the need for reinforcements in the southern border drafted by the minister. The emperor can take a look at it first. If there is no objection, we will follow this charter for discussion in the hall."

Xiao Gui glanced at him, looked him up and down, the whole person was wrapped in a fur cloak, with a sickly face, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

He was suddenly curious, would he be able to bear it if he went to Fuyin Pavilion?

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The ministers outside the Xuanyi Palace had already been waiting, and they came on snow, all of them with cold faces.

The hall is deep and bright, with tall cranes and long-billed stoves placed in the corners of the hall, and the little eunuch put some spice crumbs in it, filling the hall with a warm aroma.

Xiao Gui sat on the dragon chair, his shoulders slumped, and he put his hands on his forehead and began to close his eyes and meditate, intending to be a mascot.

Under the imperial steps, there was a painted boa fairy chair, which was arranged by the first emperor considering Wen Wujue was weak and unable to stand for a long time. Therefore, he became the only person in the entire court who could sit and discuss matters.

Wen Wujue cleared his throat, and said to Xiao Gui: "The minister's memorial has been handed over to the emperor, please start discussing the government."

"What memorial?" Xiao Gui didn't even open his eyes.

Wen Wujue: "..."

He patiently and warmly said: "I just handed it over to the emperor."

"Oh, that." Xiao Gui flicked his fingers as if he just remembered, "I dropped it when I first came out."

Everyone: "..."

The courtiers below looked at each other in blank dismay, but they also knew that the emperor was going to embarrass the prime minister again.

Sure enough, I saw Xiao Gui staring at Wen Wujue with a half-smile, "Father Xiang, I didn't do it on purpose, the memorial is all lost, why don't everyone go back early today."

With that said, he was about to get up and go down the steps.

Unexpectedly, Wen Wujue took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "The matter is urgent, I remember roughly the content of the memorial, so I can tell the emperor to listen to it."

As soon as these words came out, the foot that Xiao Gui lifted was dangling, and he slowly retracted it with a hesitant expression.

He smiled on the surface and said: "Father Xiang really has such a talent for construction, then why don't you use the memorial in the future, and just play it."

Wen Wujue's complexion did not change, and he replied unceremoniously: "I don't have this habit."

The confrontation between the two became more and more rigid. The hall was originally warm and comfortable, but now it seemed to have added more charcoal, and it suddenly became a layer of heat.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Tang Yu hurriedly came out and said: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, the matter in southern Xinjiang cannot be delayed again and again. The Marquis of Anping has already written three papers. Let's discuss this matter first today."

Several other assistant ministers also agreed, "Yes, the matter in southern Xinjiang can be big or small."

Seeing that everyone had the same opinion, Xiao Gui sat down with a sympathetic face, his posture was even more arrogant than that of bastards, and his voice was lazy: "What is there to discuss about the southern border, isn't it all up to Xiangfu."

Tang Yu said righteously: "The emperor's words are wrong. The late emperor appointed the four ministers, and the prime minister is the head. Of course, his opinion must be the first. Besides, the prime minister followed the late emperor to fight east and west. He knows all about the military affairs everywhere. The so-called listening means knowing... ..."

"Okay, okay." Xiao Gui interrupted him impatiently, "Let's discuss it, I'm listening."

Tang Yu froze for a moment, then stepped back helplessly, and everyone shook their heads secretly.

Wen Wujue sat back on the chair calmly, and said softly: "I have already discussed the matter of the southern border with Mr. Tang, Shangshu of the Ministry of War. Although the cloth thorns are coming fiercely, it is not a cause for concern. They have been plagued by natural disasters this year, and the autumn harvest has not been successful. Dare to use troops wantonly, their purpose is to plunder food. However, we can’t underestimate them, and we can’t encourage them to plunder. Therefore, reinforcements are still sent, and food and grass are still transported, just to appease the border soldiers and people.”

Tang Yu took a step forward and said, "The Prime Minister is very right. I wonder if other adults have any opinions?"

Xue Sizhong hurriedly said: "Since the prime minister said that there will be no large soldiers this year, then the [-] shi of grain and grass requested in the Marquis of Anping's booklet may not need so much."

Wen Wujue looked at him, "I just wanted to ask Mr. Xue, how about the matter of asking Mr. Xue to raise food and grass the day before yesterday?"

"Uh..." Xue Sizhong showed a very embarrassed look, "The lower official and several servants of the household department have tried their best to raise money, but they have been fighting for years and the treasury is empty, so they can only raise [-] shi of grain."

Ah.

Wen Wujue sneered in his heart, he knew that this person was a laughing tiger, but he didn't expect to be such a tiger.When I came to the door the day before yesterday, I said that I could raise [-] shi, but now I can't even reach [-] shi.

He remained calm and said softly: "Master Xue has worked hard, since you have tried your best, don't force it."

Xue Sizhong nodded hastily, almost tearfully grateful, "It's because the officials are incompetent."

"Where is it, Mr. Xue doesn't have to feel guilty."

Wen Wujue stood up, walked among the ministers, and said slowly: "My lords, although the soldiers in southern Xinjiang are not to worry about, but the local people have suffered heavy losses in food looting this time. The consequences are even more serious than the military disaster.”

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why.

"Southern Xinjiang is located in a remote area, and there is not much income from food production, so the population on the border has been losing. In addition to the years of wars, wars, fires, and this looting, if the imperial court cannot provide disaster relief, I am afraid that the people will all run away. , If there are no people, there will be no soldiers and no food. Then next year, when the fattened soldiers invade again, will the border be able to withstand it? Even if it can be resisted, what will happen in the long run? The strength of the border, Combat power will only get weaker and weaker."

Direct ministers like Tang Yu were secretly shocked when they heard this. If this level is considered, they really have to be far-reaching.

Xiao Gui sat on the dragon chair with his eyes closed for a long time, but his ears were pricked up.

Although he hated this father-in-law to the bone, he never questioned his ability and knowledge.

At the age of 16, he followed the first emperor to fight on the battlefield. At the age of 20, he took the head of an enemy general among thousands of troops. At the age of 24, he was appointed prime minister.Even if he was not born in a troubled world, even if there is no time to make a hero, in a peaceful and prosperous world, he must be a hero who governs the country and the world.

I just heard him continue to say: "So, the matter of raising food and grass must continue. If the national treasury is empty, I hope you adults will donate food enthusiastically to help southern Xinjiang."

As soon as these words came out, complex expressions appeared on everyone's faces.

It's okay to say that it's hard to say, but there's no food.

Wen Wujue knew well that it would be as difficult as trying to get some food out of these people's mouths.

The land in Daliang is privately owned by the aristocratic family, and mergers are prevalent. The people have no land, so how can they grow food?How can the treasury not be empty when the people have no food?

So no matter how difficult this matter is, it must be implemented, otherwise food will be the biggest problem in subsequent wars.

Wen Wujue paused, and took the lead in saying: "Wen Manor, donate [-] shi voluntarily."

This time, everyone's eyeballs were about to drop to the ground.

Ten thousand stone?It is more than the national treasury

I have long heard that the prime minister lives a simple life, and the Wen family is not a century-old family with no roots and no land in Bianjing, can you take it out?

"I don't know how much your lords can donate?" Wen Wujue knew that he should strike while the iron is hot, and hurriedly grabbed Xue Sizhong, "Master Xue, what about you?"

"Uh, I'm afraid I have to settle the matter."

Tang Yu hurriedly said: "The lower official volunteered to donate three thousand stones on behalf of the Changping Tang family."

Wen Wujue patted him on the shoulder, Tang Yu, as one of the few young direct ministers in the court, was able to set an example, and he was very pleased.

He turned his head to Xue Sizhong, "Master Xue, the Xue family in Jinling is also one of the best family members in Bianjing, so it can't be lower than the Changping Tang family and our Wen family, right?"

"That is, that is, the officer understands."

Wen Wujue watched the corners of Xue Sizhong's mouth twitch again and again, knowing that he must be smiling but MMP in his heart.

There are two aristocratic families as role models, and other families must more or less follow suit, otherwise the reputation will be bad.

Even so, it is still a bit far from the one hundred thousand stones of food and grass that Wen Wujue wanted in his heart.

Xiao Gui watched him coldly and forced those aristocratic families to take out food in just a few words, feeling more and more unhappy.

Although it was an act that benefited the country, his behavior was the same as when he was imprisoning him to study and deal with government affairs, and even his calm expression was exactly the same.

In his eyes, his so-called emperor is a puppet at his disposal, no different from these ministers.

The more he watched, the more he thought about it, Xiao Gui's expression became darker and colder.

The food matters are basically finalized. In addition, there are still issues such as the selection of troops and the selection of warlords that need to be discussed.

Everyone was still discussing, when they saw Li Ling bring several plates of fresh melons and fruits, "The adults have worked hard, let's have a snack and rest for a while."

This is a habit left over from the time of the first emperor. When the first emperor came to the throne, there were many state affairs, and the courtiers often discussed matters all day long, so they would arrange a break in between.

Seeing that it was a cold melon, Wen Wujue refused to touch it.

This body's intestines and stomach are really bad, I'm afraid it will be uncomfortable to eat such raw and cold things.

When Li Ling saw him, he said, "Why doesn't the Prime Minister eat? We all have to rely on the Prime Minister to discuss matters. If you don't eat more, I'm afraid you will lose your strength later."

Wen Wujue just shook his head lightly as if he didn't hear his yin and yang strangeness.

Who knows, Xiao Gui suddenly said: "Could it be that Xiangfu thinks that the melons and fruits in front of you are not good? Or, try the ones here."

After saying that, he went down the steps with the gold plate in his hand, and came to Wen Wujue, with a deep smile on his face.

Seeing him approaching the prime minister, all the courtiers couldn't help but slowly lowered their voices and looked this way.

Wen Wujue showed helplessness, so he had no choice but to say: "I have a bad stomach, and I'm afraid I'll feel uncomfortable after eating something cold."

"Oh, that's it." Xiao Gui licked his back molars, took a step back, and suddenly spit out a fruit core, which happened to land on the plate in front of Wen Wujue.

"Father Xiang, this is not cold, do you want to eat it?"

Everyone: "..."

Lu Jia, who was standing by the beam behind Wen Wujue, changed his face, stepped forward, and said sharply, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Gui glanced at Lu Jia, his expression turned back, his eyes became a little more gloomy.

Is he the emperor or is this sick man the emperor?How dare a lowly follower dare to challenge him?

Wen Wujue's face turned a little cold, he stopped Lu Jia, stood up and said, "Don't your majesty know that it's shameful to spit something into someone else's plate?"

Xiao Gui chuckled, "What? Father Xiang wants me to learn from my disciples again?"

"I guess the emperor won't be able to learn it in his lifetime." Wen Wujue said coldly.

Xiao Gui was stabbed by the contempt on his face, and he smiled angrily, "Yeah, I can't learn the rules anymore. But, what I learned recently, would Xiangfu want to hear it?"

"Do not want to."

"But I want to tell Xiangfu."

All the courtiers were silent, and for a while they didn't understand why the two were arguing again.

Seeing the incongruous smile on the emperor's face, Li Ling seemed to feel something in his heart, secretly screamed that it was not good, and hurried forward to dissuade him, but it was too late.

I only heard Xiao Gui read with a smile: "There is a prime minister in the Central Plains, named Wen Yu, who has the appearance of Pan An and the talent of Zi Jian. He is nearly thirty years old and has not yet married. Relatives and friends often ask each other, but he has no intention of marriage. "

Li Ling closed his eyes helplessly, knowing clearly that what the emperor was reading was the prime minister's script that he had read yesterday, and if he read it in front of his own face, wouldn't this be courting death?

Li Ling was suffering from anxiety in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Except for him, everyone was at a loss, wondering why the emperor was going crazy?

But as I listened gradually, I started to feel the taste.

"...The prime minister caught sight of that tall and strong man, but he originally liked Long Yang. Since then, he has been in frequent contact with each other, gradually getting to know each other, and often meeting at night..."

Above the main hall, under the watchful eyes of everyone, listening to these words, it became more and more unbearable. The courtiers all showed indescribable expressions. Is there any salvation for such a foolish king?

Wen Wujue's usually gentle face was so cold that ice scum almost fell off, and he suddenly shouted: "Lu Jia!"

Lu Jia understood, took advantage of Xiao Gui's unpreparedness, and kicked Xiao Gui's knee.

It's a pity that Xiao Gui is not easy to provoke, he has been fond of hunting for many years, and his skills are also fast.

The two quickly scuffled, one king and one slave, everyone looked very funny.

Li Ling was very anxious, but he didn't want to make things big, and he didn't dare to call the imperial army for fear of embarrassment. He could only order a few young eunuchs to come forward to fight.

But the little eunuch was too weak to support the two of them at all.

Seeing that the two fought more and more vigorously, they were finally cornered in the corner of the main hall, pulling each other's clothes, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and the corners of their mouths were bloody, they were quite embarrassed.

Wen Wujue walked up to the two of them, stared at Xiao Gui condescendingly, and after a while, he suddenly smiled.

He stretched out two slender fingers, pinched Xiao Gui's chin and said softly: "Xiao Gui, the emperor's seat is very popular, you have to be obedient, otherwise I can find someone who is more obedient to sit, understand?"

Xiao Gui's ears were buzzing, but he didn't hear a single word.

He only stared at the cold and contemptuous smile on Wen Wujue's pale face, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and there were sparkles in his eyes.

In his impression, Xiangfu was sick and crooked, with a dead face. When he saw him every day, he was either reprimanding or preaching. He had never smiled so nicely at him.