I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 184 I'm ashamed to see people
The princes looked at each other, ready to move.

next second.

Sun Zhengying, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishments, raised his voice and said loudly, "I am willing to offer 20 taels!"

Not to be outdone, Qian Haonan, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, immediately said: "The lower officials are also willing to contribute 20 taels!"

aside.

Honglu Temple Shaoqing Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth, looked at Fang Xiu, and said loudly:

"Xiaguan will become a seller tomorrow, and he can make up 10 taels!"

Seeing this, the rest of the people spoke one after another:
"The lower officials offer 10 taels!"

"The lower officials offer 8 taels!"

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Less than a cup of tea time.

He even collected more than 300 million taels!
Those present were all core members of the Fang Party, and there were not many of them, so they could still scrape together so much money.

Wait a while.

Call on all officials and gentry to donate silver.

With a little talk, more than 1000 million taels can be scraped together.

It is completely enough for military pay!
Wu Mingkong looked at the princes in front of him with complicated expressions, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

She always thought that the country of Daqian belonged to her, and it also belonged to the scholar-officials.

When the country is in crisis, the scholar-bureaucrats will lend a helping hand anyway.

But they didn't expect that in their eyes, it doesn't matter who owns the country, what matters is the interests.

Even if they didn't have enough benefits in the face of Zhou's invasion, they were unwilling to pay an extra penny.

If it wasn't for Fang Xiu who distributed the benefits of those shops to them and tied them to the same warship.

Even if they have seen the power of guns and cannons, and know that the new army has the ability to dominate the world, they will not hand over the money easily.

For them, profit trumps everything!
The world is hilarious, all come for profit.

Everyone in the world is benefiting.

Throughout the ages, it has never changed.

Thinking of this, Wu Mingkong couldn't help but sighed in his heart and fell into silence.

evening.

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Wu Mingkong sat on the dragon chair, looking forward with his beautiful eyes, a little dazed, with a preoccupied look.

"What is His Majesty thinking?"

Fang Xiu looked at her and asked.

Wu Mingkong looked up at Fang Xiu, with a daze in his eyes, and asked:

"I was wondering what would happen if one day the existence of the emperor hindered the interests of the scholar-bureaucrats."

She was talking about the emperor, not me.

Explain that the emperor here refers to the position of the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, not a certain person.

Fang Xiu didn't expect the little empress to think about this question, he was silent for a moment, and asked back:

"Does Your Majesty have an answer?"

Wu Mingkong thought for a moment, pouted his lips, and shook his head: "No."

Fang Xiu chuckled, stretched out his hand to caress her little head, and comforted her: "With the minister here, Your Majesty only needs to do his own thing well, and don't need to think about the rest."

Wu Mingkong snorted and said, "I don't want to be your vassal, I am the emperor, the son of heaven."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Fang Xiu.

"Some things are difficult to get an answer without developing to a certain extent."

"Your Majesty will think about this issue today. It is nothing more than seeing the public donating money and feeling that the interests of the emperor and the scholar-bureaucrats are not in line."

"However, even if this problem is considered, so what?"

"Is Your Majesty willing to give up the supreme power and delegate it to the princes?"

Just said this question.

Wu Mingkong said decisively: "Impossible!"

Fang Xiu shrugged and said, "Since that's the case, what does Your Majesty want to do so much?"

"But."

Wu Mingkong wanted to say something else.

Fang Xiudao: "I still say the same thing, Your Majesty only needs to do his job well, and leave the rest to the minister."

Wu Mingkong looked up at Fang Xiu, seeing his doting eyes, his heart trembled slightly.

"I don't want to be a canary in your cage."

Fang Xiu was taken aback: "Why does Your Majesty have such an idea?"

Wu Mingkong lowered his eyes, lost and said:
"At first, I thought that you were the minister of Wang Zuo bestowed to me by the heavens, to help me become an emperor through the ages.

However, during this period of time, I have gradually discovered that compared with you, I am more like a useless person. If you take the position of emperor, it may be more suitable. "

Fang Xiu chuckled lightly and said, "Your Majesty is a little arrogant."

Wu Mingkong raised his eyes to look at him, curled his lips, and said, "Then tell me what achievements I have made since I became the throne."

Fang Xiu walked up to her, held her in his arms, and spoke softly:

"Without Your Majesty, who will review so many memorials?"

Wu Mingkong said: "If I leave it to you, it will be handled better."

Fang Xiu looked down at her and said, "No one is perfect, and so is my minister. Your Majesty, don't make my minister a myth."

Wu Mingkong opened his mouth to say something, but felt that it was meaningless.

Saying too much would make him seem hypocritical.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Fang Xiu, with a bit of coquettishness in his voice.

"I promised you before, I will give you a reward."

Speaking of this, the voice stopped abruptly.

The roots of her ears were red, and she turned her head away, not looking into his eyes.

Seeing her shy and timid look, Fang Xiu suddenly understood something, his eyes darkened, and his voice was hoarse: "Your Majesty is referring to that."

"Don't tell me."

The empress's pleasant voice trembled a little.

His heartbeat was pounding, and his breathing became a little short.

"What kind of ecstasy soup did this traitor give me?"

"Why would I want to please him?"

Wu Mingkong's face felt hot just thinking about that scene.

Fang Xiu did not respond.

She couldn't bear this suffocating atmosphere any longer, pouted her lips, and said angrily:

"I regret it, just pretend I didn't say anything, get out!"

Seeing her pretending to be angry but actually shy, Fang Xiu was finally sure that she was exactly what he thought.

Retorted.

Looking at the beautiful face in front of him, his breath stopped for a beat.

His eyes were dark and his tone was low.

"a man of his words."

Hearing his depressed tone, Wu Mingkong's heart skipped a beat, a little nervous and a little scared, and said, "I'm a woman, not a gentleman."

Fang Xiu didn't speak, but stared at the empress with the eyes of a hunter looking at his prey.

Wu Mingkong glanced at him secretly, and seeing his eyes, he became even more frightened, and tremblingly said:
"I promise you, wait for a while, okay?"

Fang Xiu sneered, and said: "The minister lit a fire in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and put it out after a while, how about it?"

Wu Mingkong said: "This is different!"

Fang Xiudao: "What's the difference?"

Wu Mingkong said: "If the fire burns, people will die, but if you hold it in for a while, it won't happen."

Fang Xiu sneered, but said nothing.

Twisted melons are not sweet.

He didn't want to force the little empress to do something she didn't like.

However, today she was the one who provoked first, how could she tolerate it.

Seeing this, Wu Mingkong knew that this catastrophe was inevitable, so he said timidly:
"I can move my hands and feet, can I?"

Fang Xiu raised his eyebrows and asked back, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Wu Mingkong:
"Woooooooooooooooo you bully me!"

"You, you are not a minister!"

Although this is the first time that the little empress pretended to be weak and pitiful in front of him, people couldn't help feeling pity.

However, Fang Xiu still had a tough attitude:

"The minister will not be a minister today."

talking.

Fang Xiu hugged her, gently stroking her shoulders and her soft hair.

Wu Mingkong subconsciously raised his eyes to look at him, seeing his pity-filled eyes, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

She knew that as long as she disagreed, Fang Xiu would never force her.

Therefore.

Instead, she couldn't bear to refuse.

"Forget it, Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, the Emperor, the Ninth Five-Year Lord. It is indeed too embarrassing for Your Majesty to do such a thing."

"The minister gave up..."

"Even if it hurts, it's okay"

Fang Xiu sighed, with a look of disappointment in his eyes, and muttered to himself.

snort!
Hard to catch!

It's too obvious!

Wu Mingkong gave him a supercilious look, was silent for a while, and suddenly said in a mosquito-like voice: "Blow out all the candles."

Fang Xiu was startled for a moment, and then realized something. There seemed to be an electric current rushing through the tip of his heart, and he coaxed in a gentle voice:
"I want to look at Your Majesty."

Hateful traitor.

You really think of me as a prostitute.

Wu Mingkong gritted his silver teeth, and said unhappily:
"Forget it if you don't want to! Get out! I'm going to rest!"

"willing!"

Fang Xiu rarely acted like a well-behaved courtier, and blew out the candles in the room.

moment.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation fell into darkness.

Outside the window, the bright and clear moon sprinkled moonlight, shining into the house from the gap.

By the faint moonlight.

Fang Xiu returned to the dragon chair.

Wu Mingkong sat on the dragon chair, his pretty face was hot, and his breathing was short of breath.

Suddenly a brush fell to the ground.

After a while, I made up my mind and slowly bent down.

A head of long hair like a waterfall, hanging down.

Fang Xiu ran his fingers through her hair.

His eyes were dark, and he chatted without saying a word.

"After Zhang Shuo ransacked his home, the position of Zuodu Yushi has been vacant, and I plan to ask Hai Rui to fill it."

"I know that it will definitely cause a lot of dissatisfaction to let an unknown person who has not participated in the imperial examination and is not a tribute student sit in the position of the princes in the court."

"However, when doing extraordinary things in extraordinary times, the local government has been rotten to the root, and the money raised by the ministers is sent to the local government, and it is estimated that they will rarely be used for serious business."

"Hai Rui is a man I know very well. He is the censor of Zuodu and inspects all the prefectures and prefectures. I feel relieved."

"With him here, it will definitely have a great deterrent effect on the local government."

Wu Mingkong's pretty face flushed red, and he was speechless and unable to speak.

outside the temple.

Lin Wan'er, who came back from the imperial dining room, saw the darkness in the room, and there was a hint of doubt in her eyes.

At this time, His Majesty should still be processing the memorial, why are all the lights off?
Could something have happened?
Think of this.

Lin Wan'er had a look of panic on her face, and she didn't care about complaining, she opened the curtain and walked into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"His Majesty."

A soft call.

Lin Wan'er shone the candle lamp in her hand forward, and immediately saw a scene that she would never forget for the rest of her life.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, and his mind went blank.

It took a while before he realized what had happened.

Pretty face flushed red, and she left the Hall of Mental Cultivation as if fleeing.

"Cough cough."

Wu Mingkong stretched out his tender little hand, and hammered Fang Xiu twice.

Her pretty face was flushed with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The next day.

Prime Minister.

Fang Xiu woke up from his sleep, thinking of some scenes from yesterday, with a smile on his face, like an old fox who had successfully stolen.

Stretched, feeling refreshed for a while.

After getting up and changing, he opened the door and walked out.

outside the house.

Shangguan Haitang was standing in the courtyard as usual, her clothes fluttering in the breeze, holding a folding fan in her hand, she was indescribably heroic.

every morning.

Shangguan Haitang would tell Fang Xiu all the important things that happened in various places during the day.

After Fang Xiu listened, he gave his opinion.

Sometimes this process is long and sometimes short.

After winter, due to the weather, neither poor people nor gentry and nobles could do much.

The same is true of the courts of various countries.

So after a while, Shangguan Haitang finished all the things.

After chatting for a while.

Fang Xiu ordered:
"Let Hai Rui come and see the truth."

"Yes! Master!"

Shangguan Haitang saluted, turned and left.

Time passed minute by minute.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard.

Followed by.

Hai Rui, dressed in civilian clothes, appeared in front of Fang Xiu, stood upright, and bowed in a neither humble nor haughty way: "Meet the prime minister!"

Fang Xiu looked him up and down, frowned slightly, and asked:
"It's winter, you just wear this little?"

(End of this chapter)