The soft and cute emperor fled with the ball

In the early morning, there was the sound of sweeping the floor one after another, and the maids and eunuchs cleaned every corner of the palace meticulously.The round sun slowly rose above the city wall, and the golden glazed tiles shone dazzlingly in the sunlight.The warm spring sun slowly shone into the hall, and the dust floating in the air could be vaguely seen under the sun.On the steps in front of the Golden Luan Hall, the soldiers held spears and stood in battle. The magnificent Golden Luan Hall with its walls was shining with golden light under the sunlight.The ministers were well-dressed and stood neatly in two rows. On the high seat, Ming Yang, who was wearing a five-clawed dragon robe with bronzing and embroidered patterns, sat on the dragon chair, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. Staring at a middle-aged man in a purple court dress in the hall, the dragon aura emanating from his whole body made people feel awe.

Looking to the side, Mu Beimo, who was wearing a black gold-plated python robe, was lazily sitting on the chair beside Mingyang. The thick black pupils in the long and narrow Danfeng eyes were not disturbed, although the corners of the mouth slightly curled up. Laughing, but exuding a terrifying breath.Standing in the center of the hall, Qin Ying, who was wearing a purple golden pheasant court dress, trembled slightly under the gaze of the two powerful auras.The ministers standing with their hands folded at the side happened to be secretly spurning him in their spare time. Qin Ying knew that he was finished now.

"Qin Ying, don't you have anything you want to say to me?" Ming Yang looked at the folding book in his hand, gradually narrowed his eyes, and when he raised them again, there was only sharp anger in his eyes, and the last few words clearly Almost gritted his teeth.

"Your Majesty, this, this is really not done by the minister, Your Majesty, please don't listen to rumors, Your Majesty!" Qin Ying was terrified, her whole body was trembling, her legs softened and she knelt down on the ground with a thud in her hands. He almost couldn't hold his jade tablet steadily, and his forehead was already covered with sweat.

Ming Yang's hand holding the memorial gradually became tighter, and he looked coldly at the person kneeling on the ground to defend himself, his beautiful eyes had no warmth, as if he was looking at a person who should be cut to pieces.The folded book in his hand is full of evidence that other ministers reported that he embezzled official silver for flood fighting and disaster relief, 1000 million taels of silver, and finally the total amount distributed to the victims by Qin Ying is only 300 million taels. Together with the local officials, Ming Yang swallowed the whole 700 million taels. The fire in Ming Yang's heart became more and more intense, and finally he stood up, smiled coldly, and walked towards Qin Ying who was kneeling on the ground step by step.All the ministers in the palace gasped, knowing that the emperor was really angry, they could only watch quietly, not daring to breathe, even Mu Beimo, who was beside him, frowned impatiently.

The folded book in Ming Yang's hand was tightened more and more, his red eyes stared at Qin Ying who was frightened by him, and he didn't know the expressions of other people. What emerged in his mind were a large number of refugees, old and young, skinny and hungry. Dead streets or scenes of corpses strewn all over the place.If it wasn't for how much he has a mind, he is still kept in the dark, and the victims of the disaster all over the world will have to struggle for a long time in dire straits!As Ming Yang walked, he said coldly: "It's not you? Then you want to say that the evidence in my hands is all fake? Then I saw with my own eyes that the refugees pouring into the city were full and had nothing to do to run away." Are you going to cry at the foot of the imperial city?" Ming Yang didn't say a word, but he felt like a knife was piercing his heart, and he forced Qin Ying to step back step by step, swallowed his breath, and continued, "Qin Ying, Qin Ying, why don't you come back?" Sending soldiers to fight against the refugees, I ask you, how many heads do you have to take care of such a crime? If you are innocent, with your family and salary, you can buy hundreds of acres of good land in the south of the Yangtze River. Land? Take a good look at these things yourself!"

Qin Ying was frightened by Ming Yang and trembled all over, so she bent down and licked Ming Yang's shoes. Ming Yang looked at him coldly, and sneered in his heart, this son of a bitch, with a thick stack of folded books in his hand It slammed Qin Ying's face fiercely. Seeing that Qin Ying's face was covered with bloodstains, his hands under his sleeves trembled slightly.Ming Yang snorted coldly, folded his hands behind his back, waved his sleeves, returned to sit down on the dragon chair, regained his composure, and indifferently looked at Qin Ying whose expression was gradually suffering, the anger in his heart slowly subsided.

Qin Ying trembling hands, ignoring the pungent wound on her face, lay down on the ground and picked up the folded book, which clearly stated the accounts she had embezzled since she became an official. Three years of treasury entry.With Rumang on his back, Qin Ying lowered his head weakly, this time, he is completely finished.

"Taiwei Qin Ying, in the past few years, he has embezzled nearly 3000 million taels of relief money, causing the refugees to starve to death on the streets. The evidence is convincing. The crime he committed is heinous. Thinking of his meritorious service in supporting the emperor, let him beheaded. Now I will cut off Qin Ying's position as Taiwei, demote the whole family to white clothes, give gold bowls, this life can only beg along the street, and three generations of children and grandchildren will not be officials." Ming Yang said the words in his head word by word, each time he uttered a word, The grip on his heart relaxed for a moment. He clearly wanted to tear Qin Ying's body into pieces, but he couldn't do it.There was an indifferent smile on his face, but Ming Yang's heart was not calm at all.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy. Long live your Majesty!" Qin Yingzhan kowtowed and let the soldiers take him down. Make up for the lives lost because of his greed.Qin Yingyang smiled wryly. Since when did he lose his original purpose of being an official, and gradually fell into the ocean of desire, and finally suffered retribution. Although he saved his life, this kind of punishment is far worse than Beheading is much more painful.

"The rest of the local officials will be handed over to Dali Temple Minister Lin Muche for investigation. The imperial envoys of the states will strengthen the review of officials. If such things happen in the future, don't blame me for being merciless."

"The minister leads the order."

Lin Mu with a delicate complexion came out to answer, Ming Yang took a closer look, and the newly appointed Minister of Dali Temple was indeed a reliable person as Mu Beimo said, so he unconsciously held a faint smile on his lips. With a smile, Lin Mu in the hall suddenly raised his head, and was a little dazed when he met the beautiful eyes that looked like stars.

Ming Yang continued without noticing the thoughtful look in Mu Beimo's eyes, "Confiscate Qin Ying's property, the fifth floor will be used for flood relief, open granaries in the disaster-stricken areas, reduce rent and tax, and set up tents on the outskirts of the capital. I want to see that the victims of the disaster will no longer sleep on the streets within two days, and this matter will be left to King Yu to do it himself."

"It's the emperor."

Ming Yang nodded in satisfaction, but still felt a little uncomfortable, so he waved to Yuan Yi, "Play if you have something to do, and leave the court if you have nothing to do." Yuan Yi shook the whisk in his hand, stood up straight, and shouted.

"My lord, I will send you off to the emperor."

[The author has something to say: Today is a day without a title, and the refugee issue will be written in the next chapter]