In Jinling City, the bell tower rings today, and officials dress up and go to the palace to wait for the palace gate.

This rule of not speaking or not is annoying, but no one dares to say anything. All officials stand on the mist and rain, and many people are whispering to chat with their colleagues around them, but the content of the chat is similar.

"This Censorate is probably crazy." Dong Cheng, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, whispered to the Minister of Works beside him: "I dare to participate in the book of King Fu."

"Brother Dong, be careful. This matter is probably not simple. I heard that the Ministry of Revenue has also compiled a book, and the one who is involved in the National Book of Fu was shaken by the National Book of the National Book of the Ministry of Works chuckled: "Pretend to be confused when you understand. Forget it. If the State Administration is like this, we will naturally be confused."

"Oh... I just don't know what the officials think."

At this time, the gongs were opened outside, and three sounds and one drum beat. The civil and military officials turned around and found that a sweet boy was coming slowly from a distance. The specifications and postures were obviously the specifications of the prince. They didn't have to guess which prince was here.

"It's bad."

Dong Cheng whispered, and the minister beside him approached and asked, "Why is it bad?"

"You have just been transferred to the Ministry of Works this year, and I'm not sure. His Highness, King Fu, has always been low-key and never scrambles, but if he takes court as a prince, he will be going to kill someone."

Hearing this, the Minister of Works shrank his neck: "Can you take it seriously?"

"That's natural. Three years ago, the former emperor dotes on the demonic concubine and his relatives are in power. Do you know this?"

"Well, I heard a little."

"That day, Prince Fu was listed with the prince's manners. The demon concubine's younger brother relied on the favor of the late emperor. Not only did he gallop on horseback but he also disturbed Prince Fu's squad. After being pressed by Prince Fu's personal guard, he was arrogant. Guess what?"

"how?"

Dong Cheng twisted his beard, squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I saw His Highness Fu take out the Emperor's Sword, raise his sword with a click, and then cut off the demon concubine's brother outside the palace gate and fell to the ground."

"Hiss... This prince is cruel enough."

"That's natural. Prince Fu has gone to the battlefield to kill bandits. More than 100,000 people died under his hands. He still has this courage. This matter is called King Fu's elimination of traitors. You know what happened afterwards."

The Minister of Works' neck shrank back again, leaned his body inward, and let King Fu's Yijia walk past him. He was just a small Minister, and the Secretary in front of him bowed his head and gave way. If he did this blocking the way, if he was killed by Prince Fu, he would be killed in vain.

The sedan chair stopped at the front of the palace gate, and King Fu slowly walked down from above. Seeing that he did not take the guy, many people breathed a sigh of relief, but no one dared to go up and talk to King Fu. Everyone was clearly divided. I am afraid that something would happen if I said two words to him.

At the third hour of the Chen hour, the bell on the palace wall rang again, the palace gate slowly opened, and all civil and military officials walked in, but no one dared to surpass King Fu. He left when he left, and everyone stopped.

Is anyone unwilling to accept it? Of course, there is, but no matter whether it is status or importance, he is a prince with both civil and military skills. How can he compare to him by an idle person?

When he arrived at Chongzheng Hall, all the officials stood in groups. Not long after, the eunuch shouted and Zhao Xing walked up from behind. Today there was a very special point, that is, there was no one behind the curtain behind him. In the past, the empress dowager would sit there and rule the country behind the curtain.

Maybe it was because of fear of King Fu, maybe it was because of other reasons, but she was not here today.

"Dear everyone, I'll report to you if you have any questions and leave the court without any trouble."

The Chaohui is actually a relatively boring work report. Most of the time, there are many surpluses, disasters, food shortages, or harvests.

In short, it was just some of these things that were going back and forth. After listening to it for about an hour, the censor finally came to the highlight. The Censor of the Censor took a step forward, held the tablet in his hand and lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "I have a report."

At this time, the Minister of Revenue next to him also walked forward: "I have a memorial."

This ignited the explosive point of the meeting, and the buzzing whispers began to sound.

"quiet!"

The eunuch next to him sang and suppressed the discussions of these people.

Zhao Xing glanced at King Fu and continued, "Censor, what book do you have?"

The Censor's surname is Chen and his name is Lu. He was born in the top scholar thirteen years ago. He is known for his integrity and integrity and is nicknamed the Tietou Doctor.

"I impeached His Highness, King Fu, tolerate his subordinates to greed for disaster relief funds. According to the Censorate, the food supplied by the victims of Luzhou Prefecture was not pure grain, but rice bran and wheat bran were mixed into rice and flour, one meter and four brans. This fact is harmful to the heavens and the heavens are difficult to tolerate. It not only harms our people but also deceives the emperor. I hope your Majesty will understand clearly."

This sentence caused an uproar among the ministers in the court. The Song Dynasty's law clearly included that if the food for disaster relief is inferior to good, if the food for disaster relief is inferior to good, the greed of ink will be at least one hundred and three thousand, and the severity will be asked to be executed later in the autumn. This mixed matter of bran and bran obviously exceeds the scope of inferior to good.

"King Fu, is this happening?" Zhao Xing raised his head slightly and looked at King Fu.

King Fu raised his head and nodded slightly: "It's true."

With a coaxing sound, the court exploded again, and even the eunuch shouted silently for a few times.

"Silent!" Zhao Xing raised his hand and slapped heavily on the dragon throne: "Give me peace of mind!"

The voice gradually became smaller, and Zhao Xing frowned: "Why King, do you know your guilt?"

"I don't know." King Fu looked cold: "Your Majesty, can I ask the Censor a few questions?"

"That's natural." Zhao Xing nodded: "You two confront each other."

In Zhao Xing's dynasty, an unprecedented debate system was opened up, that is, if the two sides were in a stalemate, a debate could be held, the facts and reasoned, and finally the winner was decided and the emperor made a decision.

All court meetings will turn into a fierce debate from time to time, but in fact this method is very useful. It is reasonable to avoid many scenes of attacking and better help Zhao Xing make a judgment.

King Fu slowly walked to the Censor, because he was tall and stood in front of the Censor like a wall.

"Censor, I ask you."

"Prince, please tell me." Chen Lu looked righteous and righteous, and even felt a little generous in his attitude: "I will definitely speak out."

"How much surplus grain was in the treasury last year."

This was originally a job of the Ministry of Revenue, so the imperial envoy naturally didn't know it, but he didn't have a friend, so the Minister of Revenue next to him immediately took a step forward: "Your Majesty, it's my responsibility at this time, and the Censorate naturally didn't know it, so I answered the prince in the form of an over-the-job. Last year, the treasury had surplus 1,174,452 stones of grain."

King Fu smiled on his face: "Then I will ask the imperial envoy again! Do you know how many victims of Luzhou Prefecture are there?"

The imperial envoy... naturally, he didn't know it either.

At this time, the Minister of Revenue coughed: "This is also the responsibility of the Ministry of Revenue. Originally, there were more than 160,000 refugees in Luzhou Prefecture. Later, more than 370,000 refugees were moved into other prefectures. In addition, there were about 600,000 people around him who were famous."

"Okay!" King Fu straightened his back: "I asked the Censor three times, can I tell you how much food a person needs per day?"

The imperial envoy stood there without knowing it, his head lowered. He thought King Fu would ask some questions about who reported him or deny him, but he didn't expect that he would ask such questions when he came up. The imperial envoy was not a disaster victim... How did he know?

"It seems that the Censor is not aware of it." King Fu snorted coldly, and his voice suddenly amplified: "I was in a large army when I was in the most difficult time. One soldier was five kilograms of rice a day! Three kilograms were for food, and two kilograms were for vegetable salt! If I had lost three kilograms, I would not live a life of people."

No one spoke in the court, and only the voice of King Fu Ruo Hong Zhong was heard: "Six hundred thousand people, each person is calculated as three kilograms of rice a day! How many kilograms is a month!?"

"Nearly...300,000 stones." The imperial envoy finally spoke: "But..."

"But? You heard what the Minister of Revenue said just now? Last year, the surplus of grain was 1.174,452 stones."

"yes……"

"Then I will ask the censor again!" King Fu pointed his hand and said, "How many months will it be this year?"

"It's over July..." The Censor took a deep breath: "This city..."

"If all the grains in the city are given to the victims, what do you eat? What do the people eat? If they don't, what should they eat this winter?" King Fu bombed out like a cannon: "I did mix rice bran and wheat bran into it, but this can survive this winter and wait for new grain next year. Although it is inappropriate, after all, I will ask the Censor, do you have a good way? Let's hear it!"

The aggressive prince and the retreating censor made it possible to hear the fact that the censor was also a scholar, so he naturally could not say such words as "Wouldn't you eat meat minced?"

"There is nothing to say?" King Fu laughed to the sky and said, "Dare you dare to ask all the sects here, have I asked the treasury for a coin of money and a stone of grain?"

Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing, and King Fu sneered on his face: "I have done my calculations, can you listen carefully?"

Zhao Xing, who was above, coughed: "Please speak with Fu Wang."

Soon, King Fu told everyone present in detail the inflation theory that Song Beiyun talked about when he was teaching Jin Ling'er and others.

When they heard that there was still no price for the stone rice, many people's faces began to change. When they heard that if winter came, there might be no rice to be put into the pot, they might even have a mutiny, even the sacred censors at the Censorate were shriveled.

"You are involved in my shaken national foundation. I ask you, what is shaken national foundation? Is it this rice or this mutiny of the people? " King Fu aggressively forced the Censor to the front of the palace pillar: "Do you dare tell me?"

Zhao Xing picked up the teacup, covered his mouth with his sleeves and grinned out as if he was drinking tea, but when he put down the cup, he still had the same cold face.

"Reply to Your Majesty, I'm done asking." King Fu put his hands together to salute Zhao Xing: "Please make a clear decision."
Chapter completed!