On how cannon fodder became a group favorite [Transmigration Book]

Before dawn the next day, Xie Yuanjia was ruthlessly picked up from the bed by Lan Kou. He was blindfolded and sat by the bed for a long time. After being reminded by Clinique, he realized that it was him who went to bed today. The first day of North Korea.The original heavy drowsiness was immediately dispelled at this moment. He stood up in a panic, urging Lan Kou to get his court clothes quickly.

Speaking of it, Xie Yuanjia had been enthroned for almost a week, but he hadn't really attended an early court. Instead, he took a rest for a period of time under Fu Jinghong's suggestion to familiarize himself with the process.Earlier, Emperor Huan had not been to the court for three years because of years of illness and weakness. Today, the reopening of the court can be said to be a very important day.

Xie Yuanjia put on the dragon robe with great anxiety, and left the hall without even having a bite to eat. The time for going to court was too early, so we had to wait until the next court for breakfast.At this time, it was still pitch black outside, with only a light gray streak on the horizon. If converted to modern time, it should be about five o'clock in the morning.There are still a few hours before the real dawn, which should be a good time to sleep soundly, but he has to leave the warm bed in this cold winter night and walk a long way to the main hall for the morning court.

In the past, if they just watched TV, the lives of those emperors were obviously very comfortable. Every day, they just wandered around the harem and teased the ministers. They were glamorous, chic and domineering. I really want to give the throne to the protagonist with both hands.

When he arrived at the Zhengyang Hall, the ministers who had already stood on the ground below him, just sat down on the high dragon chair, all the ministers knelt down in unison, shouting "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" ", the voice resounded throughout the hall, solemn and solemn, more nervous than raising the national flag on Monday.

Xie Yuanjia tried his best to adjust his posture, gently raised a hand, and maintained a superficial calm like Lan Kou taught: "Everyone loves you."

After everyone stood up, Xie Yuanjia saw Fu Jinghong standing in the front and the closest to him at a glance.Today, he was wearing a purple court dress, a gold hairpin and a jade crown on his head, and his hands were resting behind his back. He looked at the world with contempt. He seemed to be aware of Xie Yuanjia's gaze, so he also looked over and gave him a slight nod. The corners of his lips were raised, his expression thought-provoking.

The protagonist is...provoking?Xie Yuanjia thought about it dully, he must not be able to beat the protagonist, so he simply acted like a turtle, pretending not to see the contempt in his smile.

"My dear friends, if there is something to do, let's go back to court." Xie Yuanjia pretended to be majestic and looked at the people below for a while, and recited the lines he knew by heart, and sincerely hoped that the people below would not report anything. , Let’s get together and get away.

But the thing in this world is that the more you are afraid of something, the more you will do it. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old man in a red official uniform standing out from the queue. He looked a little old, but he still straightened his body. Back, standing under the hall like a green pine, said in an old but powerful voice: "Report to the emperor, I have something to report."

Xie Yuanjia tried his best to recall the identity of this old man, but he could only vaguely recall sporadic plots in the original work, because the original work did not describe Xie Yuanjia's first visit to the court in detail, so he could only think that the old man should be the Minister of the Household Department, acting on behalf of the emperor. The minister in charge of land, food and money.

"What's the matter with Li Aiqing?" Xie Yuanjia really couldn't think of the specific plot, so he could only take one step at a time.

Li Shangshu held on to the wat tablet and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the late emperor has been ill for three years, and there is no one to deal with all the affairs in the court. Now a lot of waste is waiting to be done, especially the affairs of the household department are the most important. Last year, there was a severe drought, and the people's harvests were not good. Well, the grain depot is also very tight, this year's tax, I dare to ask the emperor to relax a little bit."

Last year was when Xie Yuanjia had just crossed over, and he did vaguely hear from the palace people that there was a drought that year, there was no rain for two months, most of the crops could not be harvested, and there was almost a famine.If this is the case, then it is reasonable for him, the newly enthroned emperor, to reduce taxes.

Xie Yuanjia didn't dare to make a decision on his own, and before he could open his mouth to throw the blame on Fu Jinghong, the Minister of War over there spoke.

Minister of the Ministry of War is also an old man who is not young at the same age. He looks more vigorous than Shangshu of Hubu. After all, he is a man of martial arts background. He has a strong body and a tall and straight figure. , the tax cannot be reduced.”

"Last year, the five countries of the Western Regions united to invade|invade our Dacheng border. General Shenwu has led an army of [-] to deal with them so far. It seems that the victorious army will return to the court. How can they cut off their food and grass at this time?"

There is not much grain in the national grain depot, and some of it has to be sent to the border army. No matter whether this year's harvest is good or not, they will not be able to cut off the grain for the time being. The impact must be the border.

Xie Yuanjia, who didn't understand politics at all, immediately became embarrassed. How could he know how to deal with this kind of thing?

He raised his eyes and took a sneak peek at the people below. Prime Minister Chunyu Ya'an was standing quietly in the queue, and he didn't seem to want to rescue him, but Fu Jinghong... Fu Jinghong didn't even look at him, as if this matter had nothing to do with him. He has nothing to do with it.

Xie Yuanjia, who has no foreign aid, has a big head, and now he wants to take off the crown immediately and give it to the protagonist. He looked at the two old men standing side by side in the hall and stared at him, aggressively waiting for him to come down. Decisive, I want to kick my son with a headache.

"What does Uncle Huang think?" If no one offered to help him, Xie Yuanjia had no choice but to beg for mercy. A man should be able to bend and stretch, and he wouldn't talk nonsense when he shouldn't be making decisions blindly.Since the protagonist wants to show him off, then he just follows him and bows his head. It won't hurt him anyway.

Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't expect that the little emperor would actually kick the pot over. He chuckled lightly, took two steps forward, stood in front of the two ministers, and said loudly to Xie Yuanjia: " Reporting to the emperor, I think...it is better not to reduce taxes."

"The emperor has amnesty the world for seven days after he ascended the throne, and there is no need to cut taxes. Now that the national treasury is empty, cutting taxes at this time will only make the country more chaotic, which is not a wise move." Fu Jinghong said slowly.

Before he finished speaking, the Minister of the Household Department snorted again, "The prince is used to rich clothes and fine food, how do you know that the people's lives are suffering? There was just a severe drought last year, so why not cut some taxes this year? When you are famous, the people will definitely praise the emperor as a wise king, this is a great opportunity! Why did the regent want to stop it?"

"This king doesn't understand the sufferings of the people, but Mr. Li has never been to a battlefield, so how can he understand that war is ruthless and you can't slack off for a moment?" Fu Jinghong disdainfully ignored the old man at all: "The countries in the Western Regions bullied our borders, The Great General Shenwu has fought hard for several months. At this time, there is not enough food and grass. Is it necessary to waste all previous efforts? If the border falls, those traitors will further deceive me, and the lives of the people will be ruined. Can Master Li bear the responsibility for this?"

"You!" Hubu Shangshu was angry, he never liked these warriors, besides leading troops to fight, what kind of way of governing the country does he know?But this Fu Jinghong's mouth is not forgiving, he couldn't argue a word, he just bent down and said: "Please the emperor decide."

Afterwards, the party of civil servants behind him immediately began to quarrel with the warriors of the Minister of War. The scene was very chaotic for a while, and those who didn't know it thought they had entered the vegetable market.

Only Fu Jinghong and Chun Yuya still stand on their own feet with their old gods present. Being in a noisy place is like being in their own back garden, and their psychological quality is unbelievably strong.

Xie Yuanjia looked at them in a daze, and couldn't help but think of the doctor-patient disputes when he was in the obstetrics and gynecology department.There is no peace in any hospital. Every day, all kinds of people will come to doctors and nurses to make trouble, no matter black or white, in short, give the medical staff a big hat first, and the department is often noisy like this. As a department, he is one of the few Many men have always been responsible for protecting other women.

But now, there are a group of high-ranking ministers arguing below, and his small arms and legs are really going to go down, and he might not be able to beat any of them.

"Then, then retreat to court first, and discuss later." Xie Yuanjia saw that the protagonist really had no intention of helping him, so he made a decision in a panic, and implemented a "drag" tactic. Leave a room full of people who are about to be strangled.

Fu Jinghong looked at his running back, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile that was not a smile.

"Some people shouldn't go too far." Chunyuya appeared beside him at some point, and said seemingly unintentionally, "Bullying a child who doesn't understand anything is nothing to be proud of."

Fu Jinghong turned his head to look at him, and smiled disdainfully: "Your Excellency, you don't seem to have the right to call me king, right?"

"Whether you are qualified or not is not up to the prince."

Fu Jinghong understood the old fox's thoughts too well, he chuckled and said, "This king is indeed not a hero, but I am not like some people who love to play the trick of gaining fame, and those who are obviously dark-hearted can't see it." Where it is lit, you have to pretend to be virtuous."

"Heh." Chunyuya shook the folding fan in her hand, noncommittal.

Fu Jinghong didn't quarrel with him, but just asked: "I don't believe that the prime minister suddenly has a kind heart and wants to be a good person. Why, don't you think that little emperor is not upset?"

Chunyuya was silent for a while, remembering the bewildered expression on the little emperor's face when he went to court just now, and thinking about his back when he fled in embarrassment at the end, and finally sighed:

"Bad."

If Xie Yuanjia heard these two people who can't be washed in the river comment on him like this here, he might cry out.

As a bad guy who doesn't understand anything in court, he also wants to cry.