You guys were fighting for the position of prime minister, and you caught Xiao Bai Ze's attention. Why am I the one who got

into trouble? Jinyiwei bit his tongue hard, and silently recited the names of his eighty-year-old mother and three-year-old son to avoid losing his composure.

Then he continued to report: "In addition, there are fifty pieces of pure gold utensils, weighing more than one hundred and fifty taels, more than two hundred pearl bracelets, and more than ten hundred-year-old ginseng roots."

"More than ninety thousand taels of silver, seventeen pieces of copper utensils, twelve pieces of iron utensils, thirty-three pieces of lead utensils, and twenty-five pieces of tin utensils."

"One hundred and twenty boxes of clothing."

"Thirty-two horses, twenty-four mules."

"And..."

He reported a lot of things proudly, and presented the list of items.

The old emperor frowned, disgusted with the gentry exploiting the people, but couldn't help laughing: "Gold, pearls, ginseng and other items should be handed over to the Twelve Supervisors."

"Silver, money, copper, iron, lead, tin and other items related to casting should be handed over to the Ministry of Revenue." "

Bricks, stones, wood and other items related to construction should be handed over to the Ministry of Works."

"Salt, wine and other items related to taxation should be handed over to the Ministry of Propaganda."

"The rest of the utensils, clothes, horses, mules and other miscellaneous goods should be reported to the Censorate."

The money was divided!

——Why the confiscation of property and extermination of the family did not cause a particularly big turmoil in the court, it was because of this matter. The confiscated property was divided between the emperor and his ministers. This time, 150,000 people were confiscated in one go. Whether it was the emperor's private storehouse or the storehouses of various departments, they all got richer.

The old emperor sighed, "What a pity."

Xu Yanmiao looked at him blankly.

[What a pity?]

The old emperor seemed to be talking to himself, "It's a pity that it's impossible to confiscate property again in a short time. Although there is no shortage of people who want to be officials in the world, it takes time to cultivate officials or clerks."

[Ah...] Xu Lang blinked.

The old emperor opened the box with great interest and began to count his "income".

Jinyiwei caught a glimpse of a crow that happened to land on the windowsill to rest its feet. He cursed it in his heart as an unlucky bird and was about to go over to drive it away.

One moment, he heard the old emperor praising, "This jade bottle is made of good material."

The next moment, he heard Xu Lang's inner voice: [The assistant minister of the Ministry of War was greedy for the property seized during the raid on Diwu's house, and he also modified the house raid register... Just now the old emperor said that he would not raid the house for a short time, so he would not raid the assistant minister's house either?]

The old emperor tightened his hand, and the jade bottle made a squeaking sound.

Who was greedy for what? What was modified? ? ?

[Oh, it turns out that the bottle in the old emperor's hand is pure mutton-fat white jade, but the old emperor couldn't tell it anyway, so the assistant minister of the Ministry of War just found a common product to replace it.]

The Jinyiwei turned pale, and didn't dare to chase away the crow. Trying hard to minimize his presence, his forehead was covered with sweat.

The old emperor turned his back to Xu Yanmiao, his face suddenly darkening.

He seemed to have touched enough of the jade bottle, and put it down again. He opened another box, which contained calligraphy and paintings collected by Diwu Ang. The old emperor was not very good at appreciation, and he didn't like to pretend to be cultured. He hung these in his room, but giving these things to civil officials would make them more grateful than giving them gold, silver and jewelry.

It just so happened that he could keep the gold, silver and jewelry for himself ()

*

The old emperor picked up a scroll of "Magu Tu", which contained the calligraphy masterpieces of the Saint of Calligraphy in his later years, with hooks like bent gold and spears like crossbows.

Xu Yanmiao: [Fake. 】

The old emperor sneered, put it down, and picked up another painting of "Peony", which was painted by Lu Qingcheng, a famous painter from Eastern Chu. A collector once offered 200,000 taels to buy it, which caused a sensation. I don't know when this painting fell into the hands of Diwu Ang.

Xu Yanmiao: [Fake.]

Jinyiwei's heartbeat instantly soared to 180, and the old emperor's eyes scanned the antiques in the box inch by inch, and picked up the "September 9th Post", which was rated as one of the three major running scripts in the world.

[Fake!]

He picked up the handwritten copy of "Avatamsaka Sutra" by Xu Yong, one of the four masters of Western Chu.

[Fake!]

The old emperor's face became more and more gloomy.

The Minister of War, right?

Trying to fool him, right?

"Give him death."

Jinyiwei bowed and left quickly.

Xu Yanmiao suddenly came back to his senses.

[Give him death? How come he was given death?]

He was about to continue browsing the system to see if there was any gossip.

The old emperor glanced at him, rolled up the fake handwritten Buddhist scriptures, and knocked on the lid of the box: "I can't understand why I suddenly said give him death?"

Xu Yanmiao cupped his hands: "That's right..." He asked carefully: "Who does your majesty want to give him death?"

"Fu Luzu, the Minister of War."

"Why..."

"Does he think I can't see that the jade bottle and the calligraphy and paintings are all fakes?"

The old emperor looked as if he had seen through it a long time ago, and snorted coldly: "Since you dare to fool me, you must pay the price."

Xu Yanmiao was speechless for a moment, and was only shocked in his heart.

[Did the old emperor actually see through it a long time ago? That's right, he has been an emperor for so many years, and his ability to judge things has improved a long time ago. 】

【But what if it wasn't done by Minister Fu? 】

The old emperor glanced at him again: "Why, do you think I haven't found out who did it yet, and you ordered him to be executed, which is very tyrannical?"

【How can this be praised by others! ! ! 】

Xu Yanmiao immediately said: "I didn't!"

【But how did he know I was thinking this? 】

The old emperor clicked his tongue: "Your thoughts are written on your face."

Xu Yanmiao's eyes widened.

【Really, really? 】

【However, it seems to be true. I heard that some people can easily be guessed by people with social experience. 】

【Damn it, why didn't I take a course on facial expression management before! 】

The old emperor looked at Xu Yanmiao's wonderful expression leisurely, threw the fake Buddhist scriptures back, and continued: "I didn't check who did it because he led the confiscation. If it was done by the Jinyiwei, it would be impossible for such a large number of changes to go unnoticed by this minister. He is the only one who can tamper with the book. And if it was the minister and the Jinyiwei who joined forces, it doesn't matter. There is a saying called 'catch the big and let go of the small'. If they escape, they will also know that I deliberately did not pursue them, and they will definitely be more cautious and do their best in the future. And with the precedent of the military minister being sentenced to death, I am afraid that the leading officials in charge of the confiscation will not dare to casually touch those properties in the future."

——As for stealing one or two, it is inevitable. As long as it is not too excessive, he will turn a blind eye.

After saying that, the boy smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The old emperor wondered, "What are you thanking me for?"

Xu Yanmiao blinked his eyes and said, "Your Majesty, aren't you teaching me how to be an official? Catch the big ones and let

the small ones go..." The old emperor smiled and didn't take much credit. He just sat back at the table where he was reviewing memorials, grabbed a handful of peanut sesame candy from the plate on the table, and put it in Xu Yanmiao's palm. He also started to chew it, while chewing, he reviewed memorials.

Xu Yanmiao ate a peanut sesame candy, his eyes lit up, and he gave the highest praise to desserts by Chinese people: [It's delicious! Not too sweet! ]

As for checking the gossip about the house confiscation, Xu Yanmiao didn't continue to flip through it.

He was the type of person who would be too lazy to look through the system again after basically understanding the truth - of course, there were occasional exceptions, but this time was clearly not one of them.

The old emperor was reviewing memorials, writing fast and slow at times. The clouds in the sky, like fire, reflected the light, casting the shadows of the trees on the window paper, which looked like soft pine flowers.

As he was writing, the old emperor paused.

Wait...

Could it be that Xu Yanmiao, this brat, knew in advance that the Minister of War would replace the confiscated money and came here to watch the excitement! The more the old emperor thought about it

,

the more he felt that this was the case.

Otherwise, when has this little bastard ever been so diligent? Usually when the government office was locked, he would either play with cats at home, or go to the East Market, the West Market, the Tiger Market, watch dramas, watch street performances, and travel to the suburbs, eating and shopping along the way... Oh, recently he has been keen on eating drunken shrimps at Yuanyuan, the first wine house in the capital, and he is worried that he will get worms! The more he

thinks about it, the angrier he gets.

"Give me back my candy!"

Xu Yanmiao looked down at his empty palm, which had just been robbed of the candy, and touched his head with the other hand in confusion.

[What's wrong with the old emperor? ]

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*

Fuluzu, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, was wearing his black satin cap, holding his snuff bottle with a picture of a Western lady, and inhaling snuff leisurely.

On the table in front of him was a painting of Peonies, about 13 feet long when unfolded, and painted purely in ink. The double outlines of ink are pink and white peonies, the light ink is yellow and purple peonies, and the dark ink is deep red peonies... The myriad colors of peonies are all in this change of light and dark.

"Noble but not vulgar, so beautiful..." Fuluzu looked at the painting infatuatedly, praising it in a voice so soft that it was inaudible, for fear of startling the ink.

This was one of the treasures that he had smuggled out at the risk of his life, under the noses of Jinyiwei and Xiao Bai Ze.

He dared to do this because he knew that Xu Yanmiao was not interested in the bloody smell of confiscating property and exterminating the clan. He was also indifferent to money, which was unique to the divine beast. He was unlikely to pay attention to the confiscation of other people 's property.

Fortunes are sought in danger, so he did it!

Now it seems that he was very successful. As expected, as long as he was careful and knew the divine beast's mind, he could deceive it.

As for His Majesty...

Anyway, His Majesty doesn't like literary things. For example, in his opinion, except for poems that encourage farming and learning, the others are all nonsense.

I still remember that at that time, Scholar Yue recited a poem in praise of the mighty river and praised the river water to His Majesty for its beauty. After listening to it, His Majesty curled his lips and said something like, "What's so beautiful about it? There are often floods in summer. The villages are flooded and the farmlands are soaked. They are soaked for many months. Crops cannot be planted and many people are starving to death. When I was young, I was begging. On the way to Beijing, all I met were beggars with their families. Half of them had their fields flooded. They had no money and no rice. The people have suffered from this river for generations."

Tell me, other people's houses are flooded, what does it have to do with us who are enjoying the river scenery! It wasn't flooded when he recited the poem!

What a disappointment!

The Minister of War felt sorry for Scholar Yue's smirking expression at that time.

Later, there were few landscape poems in the whole court.

"Alas..."

Forget it, forget it, I won't think about it anymore, I'll just continue to appreciate it...

Then there was a knock on the door behind me.

The Minister of War: "?"

Before anyone could react, the study door was slammed open, and a group of Jinyiwei rushed in.

The first one loosened his finger bones, walked up to him slowly, and looked at the "Peony Painting" on the table with a fake smile: "Minister Fu, you are so brave."

The Minister of War had only one sentence in his mind.

It's over, it happened.

He tried to take a step forward in panic, but as soon as his feet moved, his muscles went numb and soft, and he fell to the ground. His

legs were so weak that he could not stand up, so he pulled at the legs of his brocade robe and asked, "Your Majesty, how will you deal with me? Exile me, or..."

"Put me to death."

The Minister of War stood up immediately, knelt down again, and kowtowed respectfully to the emperor: "Thank you, my Lord, for your grace!"

He was so happy that his three clans and nine clans were not exterminated.

He couldn't help asking, "How was I exposed?"

The Jinyiwei told him, "The cause of the incident was that the position of prime minister was vacant, and the ministers were fighting. The Minister of War learned that you were the Minister of Rites's man. The two happened to watch horse racing in the same place and almost fought." "

Minister Xu entered the palace, perhaps wanting to tell His Majesty about this, but he didn't know how to tell His Majesty for a while, and his minister was preparing for a street fight." "

So he approved the memorials for His Majesty. But in fact, His Majesty already knew about this."

"Just at this time, the proceeds of the house search were presented to the emperor. His Majesty discovered that you had secretly replaced the jewelry, calligraphy and paintings. He was angry with you for the matter of the minister, and ordered me to come and sentence you to death."

Assistant Minister of War: "..."

He understood.

Because of the dispute over the position of prime minister, Xu Yanmiao curiously looked up the gossip about the two ministers, and unexpectedly discovered that he, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, had a connection with the minister of the Ministry of Rites.

Doesn't this arouse curiosity!

Looking further, he discovered that he had secretly exchanged the proceeds of the house confiscation.

- As for the other words, just believe half of them. This is all to prevent Xu Yanmiao from finding something wrong when using the artifact, and the words have been specially revised.

The assistant minister of the Ministry of War was so sad that he wanted to grab the necks of these ministers and shake them.