Imperial Palace.

Yan Jiaoran finished washing up with the help of the palace maid.

Lightly made up.

Change into a slim-fitting women's dragon robe.

In the blink of an eye, she was reborn and turned into an extremely majestic empress.

Afterwards, surrounded by female officials and guards.

Enter the Qiankun Hall.

Sitting on the dragon throne.

The female official Murong Yanran gave the order:

"Going to court..."

The courtiers who had been waiting here for a long time immediately bowed and sang in unison: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Greetings."

“No thanks!”

Yan Jiaoran's cold voice rang out in the room.

The ministers froze in their tracks, and they all slowly raised their heads. Seeing Yan Jiaoran's ashen expression, they were all trembling in their hearts. This tyrant woman was going to cause trouble again.

Everyone immediately became extremely serious, and stood like javelins.

The more times like this happen, the more careful you have to be, and don't put yourself in danger.

Yan Jiaoran glanced around and found that all the ministers today were like quails, with their heads lowered and not daring to look her in the eye.

He couldn't help but sneer and asked, "How are the victims doing?"

Hearing this.

The whole audience was silent.

As expected.

This tyrant woman is here to cause trouble for everyone today.

When the emperor asked questions, the ministers had to answer.

So, after several important officials exchanged glances and passed the buck to each other for a long time.

The Minister of Revenue Ying Wuyong, who was mainly responsible for disaster relief, stepped forward reluctantly.

Trembling with fear, he said, "Your Majesty, there are now a large number of disaster victims wandering outside Jingzhou City. The number is so great that it has already blocked the official roads."

"Also, I heard that the imperial court was going to provide disaster relief in Jingzhou and distribute disaster relief grain, so victims from other prefectures and cities also came in droves."

"Now... there are already 600,000 people."

Regarding the situation at hand.

Yan Jiaoran had anticipated this, so she didn't take it seriously, her expression unchanged, and she said coldly:

"It seems the number of disaster victims is growing larger and larger."

"My Lords, you have been discussing disaster relief for three full days. Have you come up with any solutions?"

The words fell.

All the ministers in the hall, look at me and I look at you.

No one spoke.

But it is useless because it has just left the team and has no time to go back.

No one said a word at this time.

The empress was still staring at herself.

My heart ached, and I wanted to point at the group of old beasts behind me and curse them!

What happened to the promise of standing together and sharing the same aspirations?

But on the surface, he still had to say respectfully:

"I beg Your Majesty to issue an order urgently dispatching food from the various prefectures in Jiangnan, and to send it to Jingzhou as quickly as possible to prepare for the disaster relief."

Yan Jiaoran nodded: "Allowed."

"But the prefectures closer to Jingzhou have already transferred their surplus grain. If we need to send more, we can only look for prefectures farther away."

"It will take at least ten days for them to deliver the food."

"Can the food in the granary last for ten days?"

"If we can't hold on, how many people in the Great Zhou will starve to death in ten days?"

"Uh..." Ying Wuyong sighed and said, "Your Majesty, this is only enough for three days."

Yan Jiaoran asked again: "Is there any other way?"

"You've been discussing this for three whole days, and this is the only solution you can come up with, right?"

Seeing no one answered.

Yan Jiaoran showed sarcasm:

"Left Prime Minister"

When Kong Lingda heard he was being called, he hunched over and slowly stepped out of the line. "Your Majesty, please order the merchants in the city to donate grain. As far as I know, some wealthy families have piles of grain in their homes, which will definitely alleviate the immediate crisis."

"Oh?" Yan Jiaoran raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Then let you, the Left Prime Minister, handle this matter?"

"this……"

Kong Lingda's mouth twitched, and he looked embarrassed. "I am old and weak, and I am afraid I can't take on this important task."

joke!

Take food from the landlords.

A purely offensive job.

It's a thankless job.

Even dogs won’t do it!

Once you don't grasp the right measure.

But it's not just a matter of offending wealthy businessmen. Who knows which powerful family you might offend. If they use some tricks, your reputation, which you have built up for most of your life, will be ruined!

Kong Lingda is not stupid.

Seeing this, Yan Jiaoran shook her head and looked around: "Who among you wants to do it?"

No one answered.

All ostriches.

Anger finally appeared on Yan Jiaoran's pretty face.

The sound also improved a lot:

"It seems this method won't work. Does anyone else have any other ideas? Jingzhou Governor, do you have any ideas?"

Chen Wujiu, the prefect of Jingzhou, who was in the middle and rear position, was shocked.

He hurried out of the line and said calmly:

"I have been an official for many years and have some savings. I also have some calligraphy and paintings at home. I am willing to donate all my wealth to donate grain to disaster relief."

Yan Jiaoran couldn't help but nodded when she heard that.

Although Chen Wujiu is a fool, he is somewhat loyal to me.

Then, move your gaze again.

Fall to the front of the team.

Said: "Right Prime Minister."

The still-strong Right Prime Minister Yang Yingguang seemed to have prepared a plan in advance. Upon hearing this, he stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to set an example and call on all the ministers to donate grain."

Yan Jiaoran's face darkened, and he said, "Minister of War."

Minister of War Lei Fenkai stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, why not send troops directly to send those disaster victims back..."

Bang!

Without waiting for him to finish speaking.

Yan Jiaoran slammed her palm hard on the armrest of the dragon throne, interrupting Lei Fenkai's words.

He gritted his teeth and said, "The Dali Temple Minister!"

Dali Temple Minister Fan Tong stood up tremblingly: "Your Majesty... your servant... your servant... really can't think of a solution..."

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