The first words: I'm really embarrassed after delaying for two days... I'm in a better condition today, I'll write a chapter later.

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It took Zhou Jing five days to get the news. It was only after his confidant ran away and died, so he was able to arrive here from Qimen County in such a short time and told Zhou Jing about the great changes in his home.

When he heard this news, Zhou Jing, a man who was considered a mighty man, almost rolled his eyes and fainted. He had made great calculations and had thought that he had been killed by the magistrate Huang County and Yang County Magistrate Yang were even killed by someone inexplicably, but he never thought that he would fall into the hands of Song Beiyun, who was pretending to be crazy and stupid.

He was upset and regretful, but he had no choice but to do anything. He was talking about his own affairs in his heart. His parents and wife were arrested, his private warehouse was seized, and he was also on the wanted list for murder.

He had to go back immediately, and just before he was about to leave, Yang County Magistrate Yang's people also arrived, and arrived here one after another. They finally reconnected and after some communication, they realized that Yang County Magistrate Yang had also suffered the same catastrophe.

At this point, he finally understood the causes and consequences of everything, and he immediately wanted to eat Song Beiyun raw, but if the guy had completely occupied Qimen County now, then he would be dead when he went back to save the person rashly.

So after Zhou Jing briefly lost his composure, he hurried to find his master and told the other side that the official faced him immediately.

But he didn't say anything, but he was allowed to go back quickly, and he firmly denied Zhou Jing's idea of ​​borrowing troops.

Simply put, it is okay to go back to save people and take revenge, but it is absolutely impossible to borrow troops from him.

No matter how hard Zhou Jing begged, he could not impress the boss. When Zhou Jing left in a daze, the chief official immediately wrote a letter and sent someone to send him out.

Not for other things, but Zhou Jing's various behaviors of bastards were clearly an imperial envoy. Without asking anything else, he would ask which county magistrate in the world who had no roots and no foundation could have been investigated directly after knowing who was running the business later? This investigation was confirmed, but no one ran away once it was confirmed. As a rank-in-law official, who was well-informed, how could he not know the tricks here? Now Zhou Jing is dead.

He had no room for maneuver. He was not facing a county magistrate named Song Beiyun but the white-browed and big worm behind the man. There must be a group of people who were buried with him. The big worm was to eat people out of the cage. As for whom he was eating, I don’t know yet. The only thing he could do was pray that he was not the one to be eaten, and which one would be eaten... let it go.

The letter of quick horse was delivered, but where was the letter that Song Beiyun had sent out five days ago faster? At this moment, his letter had been submitted to Zhao Xing by King Fu himself.

There were only Zhao Xing and Fu Wang in the huge congress hall. They sat there and looked at each other speechlessly. Zhao Xing seemed to be unbelievable, and compared the account book over and over again and flipped through the accounts over and over again.

"So many...how so many..."

Zhao Xing's voice trembled, and he was even a little at a loss. Look at the people on the list, which one is not a major official of the state and which one is not loyal.

"Why did I ask me to plant a crooked tree in the back of the palace in the letter?" Zhao Xing looked at King Fu: "What do he mean?"

"It's just for me." King Fu blamed Song Beiyun in his heart with laughter and cry. He was really used to it casually. He was really fearless.

"No, no, no, I'm asking me." Zhao Xing held the letter and looked over again: "Uncle Wang, look, look, look! The ministers in the court actually do such a thing on my back. In the past, I would like to sell some private salt to subsidize them for some household use. But which one of these fine iron and this grain is not digging the roots of my Song Dynasty?"

Zhao Xing raised his head and looked at King Fu, his eyes full of confusion: "In a few years, I am afraid that I will become a king of a devastated country. It would be better to plant a crooked tree in the back of the palace now. By then, I will hang it all over, so that I will not be ridiculed and can still maintain a reputation. When future generations sigh at me, they will only sigh that they are born at the wrong time."

King Fu lowered his head, took a sip of tea without making a sound.

"Uncle Emperor, look, look!" Zhao Xing's eyes were red: "I have distributed it for us. The account contains 11,000 kilograms of silver, 400,000 kilograms of fine iron, nearly 2 million shi of grain, silk and cloth. Uncle Wang, two million shi of grain, this is still the supplies from two Luzhous, and this is just the ledger of a big rat. Uncle Emperor, look!"

Of course, King Fu had nothing to say, and had read it a long time ago. Although I thought this matter would be shocking, I didn't expect it to be beyond my expectations.

The private grain, iron and silver circulating in the two states were so shocking. In fact, he could not think about what the whole country would look like.

"Uncle Fu, the victims of Luzhou now have nearly 600,000 yuan, and the monthly consumption is only more than 300,000 stones of grain. You can eat these more than 2 million stones for seven months!" Zhao Xing lowered his hand weakly: "Ah, I was wrong. If these Luzhous were willing to put down the grain, silver and iron, there would be disaster victims, there would be so sadness everywhere, and there would be Yizi to eat. My people of the Song Dynasty are so cheap? So worthless? Why didn't they rise up and step on such corrupt officials and I, the foolish king, into the sludge!"

"Official family..."

"I am tired, I don't want to be this emperor anymore. Uncle, please be the emperor."

"Official family! Don't talk nonsense!" King Fu burst into tears: "How can you be like this!"

"Uncle... I really have no choice. I already want to be a good emperor." Zhao Xing shook off the account book in his hand, making it fall like snowflakes: "But look... Uncle Fu Wang, you have a lot of me, let me go back and be a prince who has no worries about food and clothing."

"Sex, you can't say this anymore." King Fu walked forward and sighed: "Your father left early. I have treated you as my own since I was a child. I can't understand your nature. However, now the Song Dynasty is not indispensable. Even if it is dusty and ragged, someone should make it a dress, even if it is sewn and repaired, it must look more decent."

Zhao Xing leaned dejectedly on the dragon throne, and supported one hand on his forehead: "I understand why emperors have lived a short life since ancient times."

After finally calming Zhao Xing's depressedness, King Fu began to tell him in detail the meaning of Song Beiyun's letter and the meaning of the list above.

"I think these people should be killed, but they really shake their foundation and are not desirable. But the Ministry of Revenue can make drastic moves and no one can be left since the Secretary of the Republic of China." Fu Wang said: "Official family, do you know Song Beiyun's ability now?"

Zhao Xing suddenly raised his head and looked at King Fu with joy: "Did you mean to let him be this emperor?"

King Fu's face turned green at that time, and seeing King Fu's expression, Zhao Xing also knew that the words he blurted out were saying what he shouldn't have said after all.

"You, and that Jin Ling'er... are just brothers and sisters." King Fu was quite helpless: "I am old in the official family, and you have a lot of thought about the future. Now it is not over yet, and you still need to deal with it carefully, govern a big country, and cook a small life."

"I understand..." Zhao Xing's neck shrank: "But Song Beiyun is indeed a talent, but after this matter, it may be difficult for him to enter the court to become an official for a while."

"Just relying on his old crooked neck tree, I have to let that little bastard practice for a few more years." King Fu sighed, "You dare to say such a ruthless word."

This made Zhao Xing laugh: "I think he is right. I wish I could change the name of Zichen Palace now, and call it Lao Waibo Tree Palace, and give a good warning."

"Official family... don't follow the trouble."

"Just say it." Zhao Xing sighed: "Now I will follow the emperor's idea. I will wash the Ministry of Revenue tomorrow and let someone see what the outcome of this person will end up with."

"There are some ministers outside, and Your Majesty should focus on shock and comfort. If they know their mistakes, they will give them a chance to repent. If they don't know their mistakes..." King Fu narrowed his eyes: "I haven't ridden a horse for a long time."

"Uncle Wang is so happy." Zhao Xing smiled bitterly: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what I would be bullied by them."

"So now, when it's still early, the official family has to consider it. I'm old and can't protect the official family for a lifetime. How to reward Song Beiyun this time is decided by the official family, so I won't participate in the peace." King Fu said suddenly, "He is very quirky. He is not afraid of life and death, not afraid of hardships, but is greedy for the world, but has no ambitions in his heart, and is extremely lazy."

"This is pretty good. If this person doesn't make a sound, it will be awesome." Zhao Xing held his chin: "The book says that lazy people are too lazy to even rebel."

"But if the official family wants him to do something... it will be difficult."

"How did the emperor drive him away?"

King Fu sighed, and was embarrassed to say that he was damn daughter, so he stammered for a while and spread his hands: "Maybe it's a good match."

"Let me think twice..."

When Zhao Xing was thinking three times, King Fu also said goodbye and walked out of the side hall, but he sighed. Zhao Xing is difficult, it is really difficult, so why don’t he know it. Now he is still supported by the paper maker of the Song Dynasty. If one day he becomes confused in the future, the world...is going to be modified.

And that little bastard Song Beiyun is so worry-free. The words "Old Crooked Neck Tree" are really a crime to behead him. It is a pity that Zhao Xing is also a bit out of character. Although he has a bit of a temper, he is an ordinary prince and is still young.

Otherwise... it would make people feel sweaty for the little bastard.

At this moment, Zhao Xing was looking up at the plaque in the hall: "Old Wicked Neck Tree Palace..."
Chapter completed!