"Bang"

With a loud bang, Zitan's table was kicked over. Zhao Xing held the letter and looked angry. The old eunuch next to him did not dare to speak much, but just silently helped the table up, picked up the things scattered all over the floor and placed them on the desk.

"The big rat and the big rat, I don't eat my millet..."

Zhao Xing kept murmuring, murderous intent in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, calm down."

"Shut up." Zhao Xing scolded: "What use do you want to do with such a waste?"

Wang Bao's neck shrank, and he didn't know what he did to anger Zhao Xing, so he had to kneel in front of him: "Old slave..."

"You can see it yourself."

Zhao Xing threw the letter in front of the old eunuch. The old eunuch picked up the letter and read it carefully. The more he looked back, the more uncontrollably his body began to tremble.

He is in charge of the Sei Ming Department, which is a professional spy group, mainly supervising the transaction of salt, tea, iron and carbon, but he has no idea that the people below do this. Needless to say, in the year of famine, hundreds of thousands of people were displaced and unable to eat, but the local granaries were full. Although the official warehouse was already empty, the civil warehouses were filled with hundreds of thousands of stones of food.

What is this? To put it nicely, it is called dereliction of duty and not investigating it. But to put it more seriously, it is dereliction of duty and abuse of power. The one who is in charge of the Ministry of Life will be enough to die for 800 times.

"I sit in the deep palace, you are my eyes and ears, now it's better!" Zhao Xing's voice suddenly became louder: "I'm deaf! I'm blind! I can't hear or see!"

"Your Majesty!" The old eunuch crawled on the ground and shivered: "The old slave has neglected his duties, but he has to deal with it..."

Zhao Xing stood there with his eyes closed, as if he was shaking, but the old eunuch did not dare to step forward and could only crawl on the ground silently.

"What's the use of dealing with you? I'll ask you what's the use of?" Zhao Xing sighed with his hands behind his back: "You're old, it's time to find someone to replace you."

This kind of thing can only be done by the close servants, but it is really not possible for the foreign ministers. After all, this thing involves too much, and only the close servants who are isolated by the palace walls can concentrate on doing this matter.

Wang Baobao is indeed an old eunuch with profound skills, but he is still unforgivable. Because Zhao Ying has not relied on many people these days, the old eunuch is also very busy, and he can understand that some things are not scrupleable.

"The official family, I will send someone to check it out carefully, but the letter only talks about Qimen County and there is no other place."

"It can be seen through the leopard." Zhao Xing paced back and forth with his hands behind his back: "I really underestimated the heroes of the world. I dare to steal it to my head. Go and issue a secret order to Song Beiyun, I want evidence, how much is it. Well... no, no, don't worry, don't worry, just investigate secretly, I need to know how much food is hidden in Qimen County within five days."

"I'll go now."

"Go." Zhao Xing nodded and said, "Song Beiyun is quite capable. He got these things in less than two months. It seems that he is really a talent."

"That's also the official's keen eyes to recognize the beads."

"Stop farting me. If I don't pick up this pearl, wouldn't I be able to pick it up?" Zhao Xing frowned: "But Song Beiyun doesn't love money and power, how can I make him return home?"

"He... is lustful."

"His good color is not an ordinary color..." Zhao Xing breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly: "Don't talk about this, be careful that Princess Ruibao beats you to death."

"The old slave understands."

How could Zhao Xing not know Ruibao's thoughts? The girl repeatedly mentioned Song Beiyun in front of her several times. How could she not know what the younger sister who grew up together was thinking about? Who is Jin Ling'er? The first princess of the Song Dynasty with eyes on her forehead, even if the prince of Jin came over to ask for a kiss, she refused it at once.

Zhao Xing promised her that she would never marry her, and gave her great relaxation and freedom, and she could even choose a partner of marriage freely. But now she was already seventeen, but no one could catch her eyes until Song Beiyun appeared.

To be honest, if Zhao Xing was not the emperor, he would have to meet the heroic and extraordinary man who could both sister Ling and Rou both missed him.

But now he is the emperor and has some willful things. He is eyeing everyone with all the outside world and is surrounded by rats, insects, and flies. He can no longer be the prince Zhao Xing who can run around the mountains with his two sisters.

At the same time, King Fu, who had just passed the note to Zhao Xing, was sitting there drinking alone and stole the wine Song Beiyun gave to Jin Ling'er, but because the wine was strong, it seemed like a fire burning after drinking it, making people feel comfortable.

He was very angry, really angry. If he hadn't done it with his youthful temper, he would have ridden a horse with the imperial guards and killed all the bastards who steal food and iron, and then hung his head above the city gate, just as Song Beiyun said, hanging it up like his mother's wind chime, and the night wind blew in the wind.

But now the overall situation is important. The Song Dynasty is already in turmoil and can no longer withstand drastic moves, so it can only be simmered on a low-cool basis.

When Song Beiyun's letter arrived yesterday, Fu Wang, who had read the letter, went to the yard to dance a long spear without saying a word, and then twisted his waist. From that moment on, he finally realized that he was unable to do so.

Although I had many twists and turns in my heart, I had to admit that I was old. Whenever I thought of this, King Fu lamented in my heart.

"Father, my daughter is here to pay my respects."

"Um."

"Father, have you seen your daughter's jar of wine?" Jin Ling'er looked at King Fu's table with her eyes slanted, and there was clearly a jar of wine on it: "If you don't see me, my daughter will look for it again."

"Oh... I didn't see you." King Fu shook his head silently: "You go and look for it again, have you forgotten after drinking it?"

The skill of telling lies with open eyes is amazing. Jin Ling'er can't accept it. After all, the ginger is still so good. The wine jar from the official kiln was finally brought from Zhao Xing and coaxed and deceived. The unique sky blue colored piece is a good wine jar even in the palace, and it is now on the table of Fu Wang.

"Jin Ling'er, come." King Fu pointed to the opposite position: "The father has something to discuss with you."

Jin Ling'er, who had originally wanted to scratch her father, suddenly realized that her father's mood seemed to be wrong. She obediently walked up to sit down and asked tentatively: "Father, what's wrong?"

King Fu drank the wine in his glass in one sip: "The father is old."

"Old? You are not old. A few days ago, I was showing off two hundred kilograms of stalagmites at the Thai King's uncle."

King Fu almost sprayed out of his nostrils with a sip of wine, which made him cough repeatedly. Jin Ling'er never expected that the originally sad atmosphere suddenly became brighter. What's going on?

After pondering for a moment, King Fu forced the tone to become sad again. He pointed at his temples: "The white hair has grown."

Jin Ling'er scratched her head: "I'll pull it for you."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In fact, Jin Ling'er was also very confused. In her image, her father always looked happy and happy. He was always happy at any time. He suddenly became so heavy, so she didn't know how to deal with it.

"Just listen to me honestly." King Fu sighed, "Don't interrupt."

"oh……"

After finally making the atmosphere dark and heavy again, creating a feeling of explaining the funeral, King Fu took a deep breath and said, "You should get married quickly and let me hold a grandson."

"puff……"

Jin Ling'er, who was drinking, squirted out in one sip. She quickly wiped her mouth and wiped her face and said, "King Fu Qiansui, what are you talking about?"

"I'll let you get married soon." King Fu sighed: "Your father's good skills, if you don't want to learn, I have to pass on them."

"Who wants to learn to be cheated, fight, kill, don't learn, don't learn." Jin Ling'er suddenly became full of Sun Wukong. She tilted her head and said, "Why don't you teach me seventy-two kinds of changes."

"All day, nonsense!" King Fu tinkered with the glass string in his hand for a while, then raised his head: "Song Beiyun."

Jin Ling'er seemed to have been pressed for a pause button. After a while, she waved her hands repeatedly and said, "Look at what you said, I am just a friend of him, a friend of Qingshui, as light as water."

"When I and your mother went to visit the Empress Dowager, where is the quiet place?" King Fu knocked on the table with his knuckles: "My father is old and can't control you, but can you hide this little thing from your father?"

"Which bastard is gossiping me? He's blown away his head."

"I'm afraid I learned it from him." King Fu shook his head and said, "The father also came from that young man and girl. He can't stop it. Now you and I are not talking to royal people, but just a father and daughter. It's time for you to talk about marriage. Although he is a little slicker and lustful, he is indeed a good material."

"Father..." Jin Ling'er couldn't help but smile: "What did you say... It's true."

"I thought about it and felt that his boy was very similar to when I was young, and his brain was probably better than mine. So I planned to pass on this mantle to him. What do you think?"

Jin Ling'er's face was confused: "But...Father, why are you looking the same as your mother?"

"Isn't you still thinking about you? If you really get pregnant before marriage, Zongzhengji will not spare you." King Fu picked up his chopsticks and knocked on Jin Ling'er's head: "You can be honest with me."

"Oh..." Jin Ling'er stuck out her tongue: "Daughter understands."

"Forget it... Just be your father's nonsense after drinking." King Fu shook his head and said, "There are many women around him, so I'll discuss it now."

Just like most fathers had a conflict when facing their daughters, King Fu is now deeply trapped in conflict. As a real power faction, he admired Song Beiyun. But as a father, he did not want his daughter to be wronged. As a royal family, the rules even more said that Jin Ling'er could only be the wife, and the subsequent prince consort could only take a concubine and could not remarry.

With that little bastard's virtue... it's difficult, it's really difficult.
Chapter completed!