Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6672 Determination
Beijing.

In a box of Erli Street Teahouse.

A young man with a fair face was sitting at the table. Although he was wearing a very ordinary moon-white gown, his whole body exuded an irresistible aura of nobility.

Ordinary people would not be able to see his true identity, and would think that he came from a noble family at first glance.

"Your Majesty, the teahouse has been arranged, and the storyteller will be on stage soon." Wang Yun stood aside, sleeves wrapped.

"Have you paid enough? Did you force him?" Qi Xingyun asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Your Majesty, this old slave always dares to force others. He came only after paying enough money." Wang Yun replied in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll wait..." Qi Xingyun patted the back of Wang Yun's hand with the folding fan in his hand and said, "Remember, don't call him Your Majesty outside, but Master Yun."

"Yes, Master Yun." Wang Yun stood up obediently and said nothing more.

After Qi Xingyun took a few sips of tea, he heard the voice of the messenger and applause from outside.

"Clang! Bang!"

With the sound of the gavel, the storyteller opened with a loud voice.

"Fufa Dynasty is sad, the strong beam sings every night, harms others to benefit oneself and rides a mule, the righteous man is starving,
Bridges were repaired, roads were repaired, people were blinded, there were many murders and arson, I went to the Western Paradise and asked the Buddha, and the Buddha said... I have nothing to do! "

"This talk is about the old story of the old master of the Wang family in Dingyuan County. It is said that the Wang family has an extraordinary history. The ancestors were raised in the previous dynasty. They served as the magistrate of the county and saved a lot of property..."

"...The master of the Wang family has a wealth of wealth. He has fornicated thieves and gave [-]% interest in usury. Many people's families were ruined and forced to become his family's tenant farmers. The Xi'er family borrowed his money. When a natural disaster happened, the money If you don't make it, you will use your innocent daughter to pay off the debt..."

Qi Xingyun listened to the storyteller, his face was gloomy.

Eunuch Wang Yun, who was standing aside, didn't dare to show his anger. He knew that the emperor was angry at this moment, and he couldn't bear the emperor's anger.

"Is this the storytelling adapted from Zhuang Yulou's new play White-haired Girl?" Qi Xingyun said in a low voice.

"Master Yun, this is a bit different from the white-haired girl written by Shen Biyu." Wang Yun said in a low voice.

"Different? What's the difference? You've seen a drama played by someone from Xiangyulou, tell me about it." Qi Xingyun wrote lightly.

"The background is a bit different. The white-haired girl was talking about the events of the previous dynasty, but the storyteller was talking about the events of the present, or a case that happened a while ago." Wang Yun said.

"This storyteller is very courageous, he dares to speak about the affairs of this dynasty..." Qi Xingyun sneered.

"Should we send someone to arrest him?" Wang Yun asked immediately.

"Catch what? We need to let more people know about this kind of scandal. What's the use of hiding it?"

Qi Xingyun snorted coldly and said, "It's the country gentry from the south of the Yangtze River again. Those aristocratic families say that the family of good deeds is just like that."

Qi Xingyun's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the father-in-law Wang Yun who was beside him trembled in fright and dared not speak.

It's no wonder that Qi Xingyun was annoyed. At this time, there was a flood and locust disaster in the south of the Yangtze River, and the gentry from the aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River were asked to donate money. As a result, they all cried poorly. The largest family, the Jiang family, only donated 500 taels.

A reliable person sent by Yinwei to the south of the Yangtze River sent back a secret letter, stating that the land annexation of the entire South of the Yangtze River has become extremely serious. After the flood and locust disaster, a large number of people have destroyed their homes, which is terrible.

However, the local government office said in a letter to the imperial court that the situation in the south of the Yangtze River is full of flowers and the situation is very good. The group of literati in Tangling Academy even drank and had fun, dancing and writing to paint a picturesque scene of the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Of course he didn't believe those people.

This is a stubborn disease that Da Qi has accumulated for many years, how could he not know about it.

I hate those who whitewash the peace and deceive the superiors. They deserve to die.

"Wang Yun, is there any news from Qianji City?" Qi Xingyun calmed down his anger, and his tone became calm.

"Last time, General Luo reported that he had helped Princess Qiqige restore the Tieya Golden Tent and regain the Tieya City. Recently, Miss Ziyan is going back to the capital." Wang Yun said cautiously.

He has not had a good time recently. During this period of time, the emperor's temper has become more and more serious. Above the court, the gang of civil servants are still making noise, which is really worrying.

"Good to be back. I hope they will come back soon. Ziyan's return is enough. This time I am determined to clean up Jiangnan." Qi Xingyun sneered.

During this period of time, he has been thinking about how to rectify Jiangnan.

In the land of Jiangnan, half of the world's taxes come from this, and it affects the whole body. That's why he hesitated, worried that some changes in the situation would cause major incidents in Jiangnan.

However, now the normal taxes cannot be paid, and Daqi will be in trouble if he doesn't think of a way to deal with it.

According to the news from the hidden secret agents, most of the aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River have some connection with the rebels.

If Daqi falls, they can still eat and drink spicy food. At worst, if they change dynasties, their aristocratic status will not change.

But the Qi family has no way out, the royal Qi family really lives and dies with Da Qi, if Da Qi falls, even if the Qi family is not wiped out, few will survive.

"Wang Yun, let's go, let's go back to the palace." After listening to the story, Qi Xingyun stood up, with his hands behind his back, and walked outside.

Wang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, the master was finally going back.

Staying outside, he was under a lot of pressure. In order to protect the safety of his master, he had sent many good men to lurk around.

But not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

In the event of an assassination, it would be his fault for the master to lose even a single hair on such a delicate body.

It's better to go back to the palace. In the palace, we are all our own people, so it's much safer.

Qi Xingyun stepped out of the teahouse. He looked at the sky all night. It was already dusk, and a red light appeared in the middle of the sky, making the clouds red.

A gust of cool wind blew, Qi Xingyun's nose itched, and he wanted to sneeze.

But the next moment, he looked up and saw a familiar face, and he suppressed the sneeze, but didn't blow it out.

"Master Shen Biyu, what is she doing in Erli Street?"

Qi Xingyun saw that Shen Biyu was walking leisurely on the street with two servant girls.

Erli Street is a street near the Imperial Palace. It is relatively prosperous, but it is a certain distance from Zhuang Yulou where Shen Biyu is. It stands to reason that she shouldn't be here at this time.

"Wang Yun, send someone to inquire and see what Shen Biyu is doing here." Qi Xingyun ordered.

"Okay, master wait a moment." Wang Yun stretched out his hand to beckon, and recruited a guard, whispered to him, and let him go.

Qi Xingyun naturally knew that the vicinity was full of hidden guards, which was inevitable. He also attached great importance to his own safety, and he would not take risks easily unless he had a perfect plan.

(End of this chapter)