Dodder Pampering Handbook

Although it is a side hall of the emperor's bedroom, it can be clearly seen that the interior decoration here is more exquisite.

The vase with the plum blossoms is a nine-color vase with jade and brocade patterns from the previous dynasty, and it is the only one in the world.

The teacup in my hand is like condensed jade. The tea is the best Yunjian morning tea this spring.

Zhong Cheng randomly took out a book from the bookshelf, sat on the couch, turned sideways, and looked at it under the light of the night pearl.

In the courtyard separated by a wall, the maids no longer walked around at will.

Presumably Zhao Chan had already rested.

The door knocked suddenly, "My lord."

Zhong Cheng closed the book and said calmly, "Come in."

Chen Shichun walked in wearing a flying fish suit and holding a knife. He raised his eyebrows, closed the door, and saluted swiftly.

"My lord, I have already found out everything you asked me to investigate."

Three months ago, there was a severe drought in Yongzhou, and the imperial court allocated funds for disaster relief.The son-in-law of Liu Yan, Minister of the Household Department, was ordered to go to Yongzhou to deal with the disaster.

However, two months later, King Yong'an secretly received a memorial, which was written in blood by tens of thousands of local people in Yongzhou.

Three million taels of silver disappeared, Yongzhou starved and died everywhere, and tragedies of Yizi cannibalism happened from time to time.

However, Liu Yan said that the disaster funds have arrived and the disaster situation has been properly handled.

So Yong'an Wang ordered his confidant Chen Shichun to secretly investigate the hidden situation, and found out that the huge sum of money had indeed flowed into the hands of the victims.

It's just that I went to save one out of ten, and when I arrived in Yongzhou, there was only 3 taels of silver left.

There are tens of thousands of hungry people in Yongzhou, and the 3 taels of silver is not enough for people to go to the market to buy grain mixed with sand, let alone distribute good seeds for planting in spring.

If nothing else, this year's Yongzhou will be chaotic.

"My lord, that Liu Yan deceived the top and bottom, not only embezzled the disaster funds, but his son-in-law seized a thousand acres of fertile land in Yongzhou, seized his first daughter in the street, crushed a five-year-old child to death with a car, and buried the mother and daughter's family members alive. To the pit!"

Chen Shichun also knew in his heart that the prince would not be the kind of person who cared about the life and death of the people for no reason.

His mind was running fast, and he finally thought of a reason that wasn't too far-fetched.

"Liu Yan is Fu Kaisheng's apprentice. Fu Kaisheng, relying on his status as a veteran of the three dynasties and a great student of Confucianism, has always been reticent. Now the matter of Liu Yan is the best way to deal with him."

"Liu Yan doesn't have a son?"

"He used to have a son who died during the chaos of the previous dynasty, but now he only has a daughter, it's not too much to hold in the palm of his hand."

Zhong Cheng tapped his chin, looked at the flickering candles in the distance, and thought for a moment.

Fu Kaisheng is a foolish and loyal old man. What he cares about in his heart is not the people of the world, but whether the person sitting in that position is orthodox.

There is still some use in keeping it for the time being.

But that Liu Yan...

"The king knows." Zhong Cheng's brows and eyes stretched, and he leaned casually on the soft couch behind him, "It's you who have worked hard all over the place."

Chen Shichun opened his mouth in surprise, his thoughts were confused, what kind of stimulation did the prince have to say such a thing.

He glanced secretly, and saw that the person on the couch was in a casual posture, holding a book in his hand, but his attention was obviously not on the book.

With Mingzhu on the side, only half of his face can be seen clearly, which is enough to shock people.People in the world often think that King Yong'an is cruel and cruel, and they are too afraid to look at him more, but they don't know that his appearance is the best in the world.

The facial features are profound, the eyebrows and eyes are sharp, flamboyant and sharp.

Just sitting there, he still didn't lose the sense of threat brought by his strong body under the black python robe.

Like a knife in its sheath.

Chen Shichun didn't dare to look any more, he quickly lowered his head and said, "It's my job."

After all, Chen Shichun wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute." Zhong Cheng called him.

Leaning forward slightly, he said, "Prepare tigers in the rare bird garden."

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Early the next morning, before Zhao Chanzhen woke up next door, Zhong Teng had already changed into his court clothes.

He always liked to wear black python robes, but today he deliberately changed to normal court clothes, a dark purple wide-sleeved long gown, which made him even more majestic.

It was still dawn, and Zhong Teng was about to walk to Xuanzheng Hall.

He heard the voice of the chief eunuch Zhao Xi.

"Your Majesty, don't sleep now, when it's time to go up, you can sleep however you want!"

In the past, the little emperor would sleep until the sun was high, how could he get up so early.

Zhong Teng heard a soft hum like a kitten meowing, but heard nothing else.

Somewhat funny.

When he stood still in the hall, a group of swaying ministers followed suit and stood in a row according to their official positions.

Zhao Chanzhen was so dazed that he couldn't open his eyes, he let Zhao Xi support him, and sent him to sit in a seat.

Then, a sharp "upward motion" woke him up completely.

With a jolt, he shook on the dragon chair, opened his eyes, and immediately saw King Yong'an standing in front right.

His gaze was like a guillotine, resting on him.

Zhao Chan really moved his body unnaturally, and looked at Fu Kaisheng in the front left. He is not only the emperor's teacher, but also the current prime minister.

At this time, his eyes were piercing, and he was also looking at him.

"Give...give a seat. To the emperor and teacher, give a seat." After finishing speaking, Zhao Chan was really relieved. He had never tried to judge people from this position, and always felt that the people below were wolves. , just wait for him to fall, and eat him alive.

He couldn't help but think of the dream last night, sweating, and his face flushed abnormally.

"Your Majesty, I have something to announce."

"Ah... tell me."

Fu Kaisheng sat on the chair and frowned slightly when he heard this.

The others were also secretly dissatisfied.

This emperor, apart from sitting in that position, has no merits at all.

Zhao Chanzhen lived and grew up in the cracks, he is the Ninth Five-Year Venerable, but he is proficient in reading people's faces.

At this moment, he could tell from the Taifu's expression, but after thinking about it, he didn't know how the emperor should speak.

He secretly bit the tip of his tongue, and unconsciously tightened his hand holding the dragon chair.

"Your Majesty asked you to speak, why don't you speak?"

Zhong Cheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes flew down, and everyone was shocked again.

Compared with this killing god, the little emperor is at least much more merciful.

Sure enough, the pros and cons are all based on comparison.

"...Yes." The little official wiped his sweat, "The Sutra Pavilion has been in disrepair for a long time, and I ask His Majesty to allocate funds for repairs."

Say less and make less mistakes, seeing the little emperor's appearance of giving up eating because of choking, Zhong Cheng knew that the road to adjustment/education would be long, so he had no choice but to take over the conversation.

"How much is it?"

"Two... two million taels."

Zhong Ting's eyes turned cold instantly, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Last night, he sorted out the affairs of the court, China, and some secret affairs, and found that the entire treasury was only 500 million taels of silver.

A mere Zangshu Pavilion repairing work dares to speak loudly like a lion.

"Oh?" Zhong Cheng said coldly.

"Forget it. The severe drought in Yongzhou has not been long, and the appropriation to revitalize the people has already spent more than half of the national treasury. At this time, there is no extra money to repair a small Buddhist scripture pavilion. This matter will be discussed later."

He spoke slowly, observing Liu Yan's expression secretly, and saw that he was a little flustered when he heard the severe drought in Yongzhou, and then quickly calmed down.

Heart sneer.

The minister continued to speak, but what he said was nothing more than insignificant things, or auspicious words about God bless Zhao, the weather will be good, and the world will be peaceful.

Zhong Cheng didn't interrupt them, seeing the little emperor getting more and more happy, he was obviously honored.

He just sat there quietly, and waited for no one to speak, he said with great interest: "This king ordered someone to get a fierce tiger, and put it in the rare bird garden."

"Your Majesty, would you like to take a look?" He said this while looking at the little emperor.

Sincere words.

Zhao Chan really lowered his eyebrows and said in response, "Yes."

At the end of the morning court, the ministers followed the emperor in twos and threes and went to the rare bird garden.

It took a full quarter of an hour to walk, and some ministers were exhausted and stopped by the side of the road to rest.

Zhao Chanzhen lifted the curtain from time to time and glanced back, seemingly worried.

Zhong Teng summoned Zhao Xi and said softly, "Tell them, whoever arrives last, I will throw them into the garden to compete with the tiger."

The little emperor shivered in fright.

Sitting there listlessly, not looking around.

Zhong Ting was funny, seeing that he couldn't help being sleepy, he yawned, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, a little flushed.

Unable to hold back, she reached out and stroked his long hair: "After the morning, go back and have a rest."

Zhao Chan really wanted to hide but didn't dare to hide, so he could only insist: "I'm not sleepy..."

When the ministers heard Zhao Xi's words, they scolded even more vigorously, God damn King Yong'an!

But the footsteps are getting faster and faster, Fu Kaisheng is already old, not to mention keeping him useful, so it is not too difficult for him.

Give him a sedan chair.

As soon as I arrived at the rare bird garden, I heard a tiger roaring inside, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains.

Zhong Teng led the little emperor up to the high platform, from which one can overlook the white tigers enclosed in the huge field.

I saw it moving like the wind, seeming a little anxious, running around in the garden, roaring non-stop.

The white tiger has just been captured from the wild. Its body still has undiminished wildness, its body is vigorous, and every muscle is full of life force.

Zhao Chan was really fascinated.

The ministers hurried and trotted all the way into the garden, out of breath, and sat down on the stage, making ugly appearances.

The one who ran last was an unnamed petty official. It was said that he was a petty official, and it was not too small to be able to go to the morning court.

It's just that among this group of scheming courtiers, his scheming is shallower than his age.

The man behind was less than thirty years old, with disheveled hair, one shoe missing, and what seemed to be injuries on his feet. When he walked into the garden, his eyes were full of despair and resentment.

Zhong Cheng asked him, "What's your name?"

"Chen, counselor Wen Yuan Xiang Zhongchen."

"What happened to your foot injury?" Zhong Cheng teased.

.........

Xiang Zhongchen took a deep breath, and the naked eye could see that the other courtiers were somewhat nervous.

He said: "It's the minister's legs that are exhausted, and he fell down."

He didn't beg for mercy, everyone in the world knew that King Yong'an didn't like to beg for mercy, the harder he begged, the happier he was.

Zhong Teng lowered his eyes, glanced at the minister with disheveled hair, and said with a bad taste: "It's not boring to compete with a tiger by yourself."

There was an uproar.

He added: "But today, this tiger is for His Majesty."

He looked at Zhao Chanzhen, his always fierce eyes were filled with careless tenderness, "Your Majesty thinks, do they deserve to die?"

Zhao Chan really knows how to pretend to be stupid to protect himself, but he is not really stupid.

Xiang Zhongchen was in his prime, how could he not outrun a group of half a hundred old men.

It's nothing more than trickery and deliberate framing.

As soon as the ministers changed the direction of the wind, they all knelt down and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty is holy! This kind of cruelty is not what Mingjun did!"

Zhong Cheng smiled charmingly, and approached Zhao Chanzhen, his warm breath on the tips of his sensitive ears.

With inherent arrogance, he said softly: "People like cats, but they are afraid of tigers."

"Does Your Majesty want to be a cat or a tiger?"

The author has something to say:

Zhong Cheng: Your Majesty, look at this (waving the scepter in his hand), be a tiger, and make them afraid of you~

Really: QAQ meow~