The Emperor of Sick Beauty is deeply trapped in the field of Shura

Jiang Zhao slowly opened his eyes, there was no emotion in his eyes, they were clear and bright.

All eyes were on him.

There were also a few curious eyes on Yu Wenxu. Normally, it was a tacit arrangement for everyone to go to the emperor, and Mr. Shoufu never asked the emperor what he meant.

What's the matter today, even roll call.

I don't know what happened in the past few days, the emperor has changed, and now even Lord Shoufu is a little different.

Jiang Zhao straightened up, looked at Yu Wenxu, and said in a gentle voice, "Master Yuwen asked me how to settle the refugees?"

Yu Wenxu met his obedient look, and straightened his lips, "What does the emperor think?"

Subconsciously, Jiang Zhao went to look at Xiao Congxuan again, and seeing Xiao Congxuan also looking at him, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

He stretched out two fingers, and he didn't feel angry at being made things difficult at all. His tone was slow, like warm wind and rain: "I think there are two ways."

"The first method is to centralize the refugees in one place, and allocate a new village for resettlement. The second method is to disperse the refugees and resettle them in surrounding villages. The newly resettled refugees will be jointly subsidized and resettled by the government and the imperial court. Tax exemption for two years."

This question is not difficult, but Jiang Zhao saw Xiao Congxuan nodded and boasted: "The emperor is right, it is a good idea."

How does the regent seem to be praising the child.

Jiang Zhao felt that he had completed his task today, but he never expected that any minister would not let him go. "The government allocated funds to manage rivers and repair dams, but the results were minimal. Now that the treasury allocates funds to resettle the refugees, the treasury may be empty."

Jiang Zhao looked around, saw that they were all looking at him, and knew that they were asking him.

He was surprised but took it for granted: "If a flood empties the national treasury, then if a war breaks out, wouldn't our Daqing be captured without a fight? Where do the food, grass and weapons come from?"

He was genuinely curious, not eccentric.

If a flood can empty Daqing, even if he does nothing, and the protagonist returns to the palace to inherit the throne in the future, if the treasury is empty, where will the construction funds and military supplies for war come from?

It can't just happen out of thin air.

Jiang Zhao heard Yu Wenxu chuckle, and said, "If the Hubu Shangshu has not come out to return to the emperor."

Hubu Shangshu faced the emperor's puzzled gaze, and there was the face of Mr. Shoufu who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He felt that the pressure was greater than the mountain, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

"If you go back to the emperor, it's true that a lot of money has been allocated for these years of disasters, and there are also cash withdrawn in advance by the local government.

Jiang Zhao said, "Since allocating funds for repairs and governance are useless, where did the money go? Check it out, and all corrupt officials will be caught and severely punished."

As soon as the words fell, he began to cough in a low voice, which couldn't be stopped, and the coughing became more and more severe.

His white jade-like face was stained with a sickly crimson, his brows were furrowed, and his clenched hand rested on his lips.

It looked like he was having a hard time.

Yu Wenxu suddenly raised his voice, and said sarcastically: "The emperor said lightly, the people who helped the disaster were relatives of the emperor, who would dare to investigate. Now the emperor said to strictly investigate and punish, and he will regret it later."

"That's enough for Yu Wenxu." Xiao Congwang stood up and looked at him coldly, "You haven't seen the Emperor suffering so much."

Yu Wenxu did not show any weakness, he stood up and looked at each other coldly, his expression became more stern, "Xiao Congwang, you also come to be a good person, then you will clean up this mess?"

"Reckless warrior." He sneered.

Xiao Congwang looked at him with dark eyes, "I said shut up."

Yu Wenxu pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and looked at him coldly, the two were incompatible with each other.

The ministers below were all like quails, no one dared to make a sound at this time, for fear of offending the two kings of Hades.

Why are these two demons arguing again?

The atmosphere in Hanguang Hall dropped to freezing point, and Jiang Zhao's lowered cough started again.

He could barely breathe.

Xiao Congwang strode to him, stretched out his hand to help him up, Jiang Zhao half leaned in his arms, eyes slightly closed.

Those smiling peach eyes were filled with a faint light at the moment, filled with grievance and discomfort.

Xiao Congwang tightened his big palm on his arm, and said in a deep voice, "Princess Jiang is going to Hanyuan Hall."

Jiang Zhao frowned, Xiao Congwang hastily let go of his grip, he had to half hug him and pull him into his arms.

Because of this action, some of the hair fell down on the side of the cheeks, and the fluffy head under the earlobe made Xiao Congwang feel a little itchy. There was a faint herbal smell on his body, which was fresh and slightly bitter.

He was so light, he seemed to be weightless when held in his arms, and the waist bound by the girdle was so slender that it seemed that it would break if he folded it.

Xiao Congwang lowered his eyes, his eyelashes hanging like small fans were quietly drooping.

Why are men's eyelashes so long?As soon as Xiao Cong thought about it, he looked away.

Yu Wenxu watched Xiao Congwang help the person to leave coldly, his eyes seemed to be icy.

He looked sideways at the ministers with bowed heads below, and said with a cold sneer: "The inspector will strictly check the relief funds. No matter who it is, if they find out and hand it over to the Ministry of Punishment, I will personally interrogate it. Retire."

Yu Wenxu flicked his sleeves and left quickly, but the sternness in his words lingered for a long time.

After a while, all the ministers were relieved, with deep sympathy in their eyes: Mr. Shoufu personally interrogated, tsk tsk, if you don't die, you have to peel off your skin.

The Hanyuan Hall was behind the Hanguang Hall in the early dynasty, Xiao Congwang took Jiang Zhao into the Hanyuan Hall and put him on a specially prepared couch.

This is the place where the emperor met the ministers to discuss matters, and on the left and right were the side halls where Xiao Congwang and Yu Wenxu met the ministers to discuss matters, and there was also a small couch for people to rest for a while.

Jiang Zhao caught his breath and finally stopped coughing. He half leaned on the couch and looked at Xiao Congwang.

"Thank you, Regent."

He raised his hand to stroke the hair on his forehead, and the sleeve slipped off his wrist, revealing the heart-shaped birthmark and a circle of black and blue on the inner side of the wrist.

Xiao Congwang looked at the circle of black and blue lips collapsing into a straight line, he said in a deep voice, "I, my minister hurts the emperor."

He just used a little bit of strength, this person is really tender than tofu.

Jiang Zhao followed his gaze to his slightly raised wrist, the bruises on it looked very scary.

His whole body was so white that it seemed to be glowing, and the bruise was very conspicuous, but there was a decadent beauty in looking at him like this.

Jiang Zhao smiled indifferently, and shook his wrist, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it just looks scary."

His pain tolerance has reached a certain level, and ordinary pain is nothing to him.

Although he said so, Xiao Congwang still kept his face cold and pursed his lips.

Like doing something wrong.

When Yu Wenxu came in, he happened to see Jiang Zhao raising his wrist for Xiao Congwang to see. He looked up at Xiao Congwang, his wrist was black and blue, but there was a smile in his eyes.

Those peach blossom eyes seemed to be full of stars, and the tails of the eyes were slightly hooked, and the corners of the eyes were slightly red because of coughing.

Beautiful and incredibly alive.

"The emperor is so hurt that he can still laugh."

Jiang Zhao's hand was suddenly grabbed by someone, which frightened him. He turned his head and saw Yu Wenxu with a serious face. He looked at Xiao Congwang, and his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth, "Xiao Congwang, you hurt me!" He is dead, you are full of benevolence and morality, what are you doing now? Why, the reputation of the dedicated regent is gone."

Xiao Congwang sternly said: "Let go, you hurt him."

Jiang Zhao frowned slightly, but he didn't feel any pain, but Yu Wenxu's pulling on his wrist made him a little uncomfortable.

Seeing Jiang Zhao frowning, Yu Wenxu subconsciously let go of his hand, but fortunately he didn't use much strength and didn't make any more bruises.

Xiao Congxuan cast a cold glance at Yu Wenxu, "Your Majesty forgives the crime, it's the minister who overstepped."

Yu Wenxu was unmoved and only looked at Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao waved his hands, as if he didn't care, "No problem, no problem, the two lovers are concerned about my nervousness, so don't take it to heart."

At this time, Jiang Fengjing, the imperial physician finally came, and the little eunuch who was going to invite someone was sweating. When Yao Shun led the person in, Jiang imperial physician walked away at ease, without panic at all.

Seeing Jiang Zhao being surrounded by two people, he thought something was wrong, and when he saw Jiang Zhao leaning on him well, he sneered and said, "What about the emperor's emergency?

Jiang Fengjing was still wearing a green shirt and brocade robe, like a gentle and jade-like son, but his words were merciless.

"What happened to the emperor today? Yesterday was not good."

How to put it this way, it looks like he is going to mess with something again.

Jiang Zhao wanted to laugh a little.

But Xiao Congwang said first: "Master Jiang, let's take the emperor's pulse first."

Even Yu Wenxu, who was always sarcastic, didn't say anything at the moment, Jiang Fengjing glanced at Yu Wenxu, and stopped talking.

The three surrounded him, and Jiang Zhao stretched out his hand obediently. Jiang Fengjing frowned slightly when he saw the black and blue on his wrist, and began to check his pulse as usual.

After a long while, he smiled half-smile, and said slightly angrily: "Your majesty really doesn't take his body seriously. Yesterday I had an emergency and I was so tired that I stayed up half the night, and today I contracted a cold again. You really take yourself seriously." Is his body made of iron? Or do you think that Weichen has superb medical skills and can live to the death of human flesh and bones."

"I'm sorry to trouble Dr. Jiang." Jiang Zhao looked at him and apologized. He knew that as a doctor, he had a responsibility to his patients, and he was even more angry with those who didn't take care of their bodies.

Yesterday Jiang Zhao felt that this body was better than his original one, but now it seems that this is not the case, this body is more prone to disease.

Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes, from Xiao Conghuang's point of view, he looked a little obedient and pitiful.

Xiao Congwang looked away and asked Jiang Fengjing, "Very serious?"

"It's not serious." Jiang Fengjing sneered, "But it's hard to meet our emperor's body."

Jiang Fengjing looked at Jiang Zhao, and saw that he was thinking with a downcast face, and he felt ridiculed in his heart.

Are you afraid, will you come begging him to save your life in the next moment?

Jiang Zhao raised his head. There was no trace of fear in his eyes, "My body is clear to me. Physician Jiang doesn't need to worry about my body anymore. I really don't care about this body anymore."

Jiang Fengjing was startled, looked at him, and saw a smile in his eyes, as if he really didn't fear life and death, and didn't care about his body.

Jiang Zhao said slowly: "Since the three adults know that I can't live for a year, there is no need to hide anything. I understand. So how we got along in the past will be the same in the future, but Doctor Jiang doesn't have to talk twice. We all know that it is useless to check the pulse every day."

"Who said it's useless?" Jiang Fengjing suddenly retorted, a little angrily said, "Is the emperor questioning my medical skills?"

Jiang Zhao was surprised: "Of course not."

Jiang Fengjing has medical skills that even the old doctors of the imperial hospital admire, but he doesn't understand why Jiang Fengjing is angry.

"The pulse diagnosis cannot be cancelled, and the emperor cannot treat the dragon body negatively." Xiao Congwang disagreed.

His voice was low, with a bit of force.

Yu Wenxu laughed inexplicably, "The emperor is threatening us?"

It turned out that they all thought he was pretending, threatening, and questioning.

Jiang Zhao wanted to laugh a little.

But he had nothing to explain, so he let them think it was like this, without too much excuse.

Anyway, he doesn't have long to live, anyway, Jiang Zhou will return to the palace soon.He just thought that if he could reduce some contacts, he would be able to avoid unnecessary troubles. He was really afraid of troubles.

"What the three adults said is that if this is the case, it will still be the same as before."

Jiang Zhao looked at the three of them, obedient and well-behaved.