It's time for a showdown, all the powerful officials in Beijing are my students!

Several things happened in the capital before An Xin was preparing to go to Nanyang Prefecture. Lieutenant General Ma Boteng, who guarded the northern Hebei border, was sentenced to death for embezzling military pay and collaborating with the enemy.

This was what Jiang Chenxi, who was on duty at the Ministry of Punishment, came over to chat with.

What surprised An Xin was what he heard from Feng Yuxiu. When Feng Yuxiu talked about it, he also had an angry look on his face.

Because Marquis Xuanping was begging his wife to find a well-off official family for her in the capital, so that with his uncle, the Marquis, to protect them, they could be protected from worries all their lives.

But Meng Yulan, the cousin of the Marquis of Xuanping Mansion, was better off. She often walked around with Lin Zhenrong, the former Secretary of the Imperial College, and the two of them even had an unexpected relationship in the end.

Later, under Lin Zhenrong's coaxing, she even volunteered to be that man's concubine.

Not only did Meng Yulan lose her face, but some people also questioned the upbringing of the Marquis Xuanping, which made Madam Xuanping very angry.

Marquis Xuanping also sent a sum of money to the Meng Yulan brothers and sisters, but after his persuasion failed, he left disappointed.

Depressed, he returned to the Marquis Mansion and told the gatekeeper not to let the Meng siblings into the house again, and not to notify them when they came.

There is new gossip in the capital every day, and An Xin will be tricked by Emperor Sheng'an, but he doesn't have time to listen.

Because the government was going to provide disaster relief, of course it was inevitable that the imperial court would send an imperial doctor.

This time, Tai Hospital sent three people to follow him, including Dr. Tang, whom An Xin knew.

Because disasters are usually accompanied by rebellions, Emperor Sheng'an wanted An Xin, the lucky star, to help reverse the disaster, but he didn't really want her to die.

So Liu Boxing, who was very close to An Xin, was sent to lead a thousand soldiers to escort An Xin and the earthquake disaster supplies to Nanyang Mansion.

The disaster relief silver amounted to 30 taels, the imperial court purchased dozens of carts of medicinal herbs, and more than 860 shi of disaster relief grain.

There are so many disaster relief materials, which may seem like a lot on the surface, but for the tens of millions of people in a city, I am afraid that even this much may not be enough to meet the needs of the disaster.

An Xin looked at the Minister of the Ministry of Finance who glared at her with clear eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Since Mr. Hu feels that the disaster relief money and the food for the earthquake have exceeded the budget of the Ministry of Finance.

How about you go to Nanyang, where the epidemic is rampant, to provide relief this time?

In this way, you will personally distribute disaster relief silver and disaster relief grains to the people. I believe Mr. Hu will know better whether these supplies are enough for disaster relief. "

The Secretary of the Ministry of Finance is not a fool who doesn't understand anything. Of course he knows that these disaster relief funds are not enough, and he is just causing trouble for An Xin, a female official.

But he didn't expect that An Xin, who rarely spoke in court and would see her every morning, drowsy and with a low sense of presence, would silence him.

The Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue glanced at Prime Minister Xiao who was standing at the front of the queue. They secretly discussed that they would not allow this female official to bring too many relief materials to Nanyang Mansion.

But now if he continues to obstruct her, this female official who was appointed by the emperor to go to Nanyang Mansion to provide disaster relief will give up her choice. If the person sitting on the throne at this time really lets him lead the team to provide disaster relief in a fit of anger.

Hu Sen, the Minister of Household Affairs, felt a chill in his back. That was an epidemic area, and no one who didn't care about his longevity would want to go there at this time.

An Xin looked at the old man in front of him and suppressed the idea of ​​calling him up, if it wasn't for his own A Jing who wanted to sit in his seat.

He was worried that if he took him down, he would be criticized in the future.

An Xin had already collected evidence of crimes such as theft, corruption and bribery, the tyranny of his clan members, and the seizure of land, etc., and sent people to hand them over to Jiang Zhou's desk so that he could make further achievements.

But this matter cannot be exposed by people on my side.

But An Xin was not a stubborn person. She had already sent people to place the evidence against the Minister of Revenue on the study desks of several officials who had issues with him.Sooner or later, those people will report what he did to Emperor Sheng'an.

Prime Minister Xiao caught a glimpse of Hu Shangshu's eyes asking for help, and cursed in his heart that it was useless, just when he was about to say something to delay An Xin from going to the disaster relief.

When she went there, the place was already empty, and the people suffered heavy casualties.

Regardless of whether it was due to her being a disaster relief official or not, in order to give an explanation to the people, even if the emperor was partial, he had to punish her with the anger of the people.

But Emperor Sheng'an, who was sitting on the dragon chair and observing the overall situation with piercing eyes, did not give him a chance to speak, and Honghou's majestic voice spread throughout the hall.

"The first batch of disaster relief grain, disaster relief silver, and some other disaster relief materials are just as much as An Aiqing said.

If anyone is still meaningful, please go with An Aiqing to provide disaster relief this time. Then won't you know if there are enough earthquake disaster supplies? "

Now what Prime Minister Xiao was about to say was choked in his throat, and his slightly drooped face looked as ugly as possible.

At this time, he believed that even if he, the prime minister of a country, dared to speak out and express his opinions, he might eventually be sent to Nanyang Mansion to provide disaster relief by the emperor who was already wary of him.

Just like the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance, everyone knew that if they went there now, they might be infected with the plague. Prime Minister Xiao also didn't want to die, so he wisely kept his mouth shut.

After a game in the court, An Xin successfully received the first batch of disaster relief materials in the budget.

Others learned from their families that An Xin was going to Nanyang Mansion to provide disaster relief, and they all ran over to tell her not to go.Even if they have not experienced the horror of epidemics, they have heard that many people will die in every plague.

An Xin expressed her frustration with everyone's relationship. If she could not go, she would have been lying down at home.Isn't this unacceptable?

The younger ones couldn't persuade him, so they relied on An Xin to go with him.

An Xin smiled at Feng Yuxiu, Shan Yongzhen, and the little Chi Lan, who were disobedient and insisted on following.

Then, several teenagers saw their parents coming to An Mansion. They nodded respectfully to their teacher, grabbed their ears and walked out without saying a word.

"You are a bastard who is staying here and not leaving. Apart from causing trouble for your teacher, what else can you do?" Mrs. Xuanpinghou grabbed her son and said.

Old man Shan also pulled his grandson Shan Yongzhen, and said in a moderate voice: "That's it, you bastards are causing trouble.

If you all go this time, if something unexpected happens, who will be your teacher..."

The gray beard on Shan Jinzhe's mouth curled up, as if he couldn't bear to say the next words, and he peeked out of the corner of his eyes at An Xin, who was sitting there and glaring at him sideways.

"Shan Yushi, do you want to go to the disaster relief together? If something unexpected happens, you will be experienced enough to give some advice to the younger generation."

Shan Jinzhe wanted to slap himself in the mouth and make you talk bad, but the person in front of him was not a person who could suffer a loss, so he said: "Hehe... Hehe, my legs are not strong when I am old, so I will only bring you trouble."

I'm going to take the unfilial descendants back. If something unexpected happens, it's okay, someone will give you a cry. "

An Xin saw the old man Shan pulling his grandson away quickly after saying that. He didn't seem to have any signs of having trouble with his legs.

Regarding Emperor Sheng'an's request for her to go to Nanyang to provide disaster relief, where the epidemic was severe, the usually cunning old man resolutely pointed out to her immediate boss in court that she was not the best candidate to provide disaster relief.

But the old emperor had made up his mind, and Shan Jinzhe saw that An Xin was not fighting for it, so he saw her say this angrily.