Chapter 480 Blood Letter
The sun gets hotter every day. The copper bells on the eaves were scorched by the sun, and when the wind blew, they no longer brought any coolness, only a dull hum.
As time passed, officials from all over the country received summons from the court and dared not conceal the situation, but many places said that the situation was still under control.
Emperor Ying Qian should be relieved.
But for some reason, his eyelids kept twitching.
He was able to walk on the ground.
But many parts of his body were rotten and itchy.
Emperor Ying Qian stood in front of the window, his eyes heavy.
"Come, find Bao Pu."
Bao Pu came an incense stick later.
Emperor Ying Qian turned his back to him: "I am very uneasy, you..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
"I will calculate the national destiny for Dajin."
How could this sentence not be bold?
But Emperor Ying Qian did not punish him, nor did he stop him.
Bao Pu took out a piece of tortoise shell with a green glow, and took out three copper coins, and rotated the bell on the tortoise's back.
"The sun and the moon are mirrors, the universe is an eye, the three realms and five elements..."
Suddenly there was a crack.
The tortoise shell cracked, and the copper coins on it fell to the ground.
Emperor Ying Qian was caught off guard by this change.
But Baopu said nothing and knelt down in front of him.
There were hurried footsteps coming from far away outside the hall. The copper bells under the eaves rang automatically without wind.
The eunuch who delivered the message had long forgotten the rule of not entering the inner hall, and ran in in a hurry, and fell to his knees with a plop.
"Your Majesty, urgent report! The Yellow River burst its dike."
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The news spread quickly.
People in Shangjing discussed the matter.
"Something happened on the Yellow River. I heard that the sky over there seemed to be a crack, and it has been raining non-stop, and the water level has risen. The messenger was almost washed away by the water on the way here."
"He also informed us that the situation in many places along the way is not optimistic, and they are waiting for the court to come to save them."
"The court saves them?"
Some people thought it was ridiculous.
"Master Baopu leaked the secret a long time ago, and the court does take it seriously. But the area is too wide, who knows where will be flooded?"
"And where can we save them?"
"Times are tough in this world, and it's always the poor people who have it tough. To put it bluntly, even if the disaster in remote areas is severe and people are living in poverty, the officials who come to Beijing still have to drink and eat meat every meal."
"Then you can't generalize. When the news got out, some noble families responded and wanted to transport rice and grain to those places."
"In my opinion, it's all Yang Changzheng's fault. At the beginning, he built water conservancy projects, which exhausted manpower, material resources and financial resources, and he didn't make much contribution. Now it's raining, but everywhere is suffering."
"Him? He built dams in the Jiangnan area, where he could make money. He doesn't care about the really disaster-stricken areas farther away."
What's more, the dams built in Jiangnan and other places are not necessarily very solid.
"It's bad luck if you don't talk about him. No wonder he went to jail."
"He went to jail not for corruption. Aren't there many corrupt officials? He cursed that person."
The person who spoke raised his chin, heading in the direction of the palace.
Everyone was in an uproar.
Someone in the crowd said something.
"It seems to me that the court is paying attention, but they don't really care about the lives of innocent people. They are afraid that the matter will get bigger, their reputation will be ruined, and there will be a plague if too many people die."
Outside the city of Shangjing.
A line of dust rose at the end of the official road, and the sound of horse hooves came from far away, splashing gravel and scaring away crows roosting on the roadside. The jade belt jingled as it galloped.
The leader was He Xuran, followed by Yang Weiwen and Uncle Yan who followed to protect the safety of the two.
When passing the pavilion outside the city, He Xuran suddenly pulled the reins, and the horse neighed loudly.
He jumped off the horse. He strode towards the pavilion and saluted the person sitting there.
"Why is my brother-in-law here?"
Yang Weiwen and Uncle Yan also came to pay their respects.
Yang Weiwen said respectfully, "Master, how are you?"
Uncle Yan was the man assigned to He Xuran by Gu Fuju, and he respectfully called him "Master".
Gu Fuju nodded slightly and said to He Xuran,
: "Your elder sister learned that you were coming back today, and asked me to pick you up."
He Xuran's face was slightly moved.
Since his father passed away, his elder sister wished that he could live in the Taifu Mansion so that she could take care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation.
"Of course, I have
something to talk to you about." What is it that can't be discussed later?
He Xuran was surprised when he heard Gu Fuju ask. "Have you found out anything about the cause of Ying Fuyan's death these days?" He Xuran's eyes darkened. "No." He was young, but he always told Gu Fuju everything and never hid anything. "All the evidence from Lingnan points to the fact that Ying Fuyan was weak and couldn't stand the hard labor and got sick, which is why he died." " Everyone is consistent, and I learned that the officials over there took good care of him in accordance with the imperial order." Ying Fuyan only needs to do half of the work that other exiled criminals do in a day, and they will even adjust it according to his physical condition. There was no other emotion on Gu Fuju's face. He put one hand on the stone table: "What about you?" He said softly: "What do you think?" "I think there must be... something fishy." He Xuran: "If the emperor really wanted to take care of him, the Prince of Yan would not have died. If after the death of the Prince of Yan, he felt sorry for his nephew, he should not have left him in such a place to suffer." How could the people of the royal family care about feelings. After all, He Xuran has been an official for many years, and it is not easy to fool him. When he went there this time, the officials in Lingnan and the criminals he interrogated would have more or less loopholes in their words. "But I..." He lowered his head in shame. "There is no evidence." This trip was in vain. He Xuran said: "If I am not mistaken, this is what the emperor intended me to find out." Gu Fuju was not surprised. "Not to mention that you can't do it alone, Lingnan is not your territory. You have all the skills but can't display them?" "When you go to Beijing, you have to go to the palace to reply. I'm afraid that person is waiting." "He knows that you are suspicious, and you also know that he is behind it. But everything depends on evidence, you have to bow to him." "Be respectful, he is the emperor. Even if you are not convinced and feel unfair for Ying Fuyan, you have to bear it. Floods are frequent in various places, don't offend him again." He Xuran took a deep breath. "Yes." His throat was rough, and he suppressed his emotions: "But I am not willing to accept it." The fire in the Yu family, Yaoyao was in trouble, how could he, as an uncle, not feel resentful? He volunteered to investigate the case this time, and he also had selfish motives. "Brother-in-law, are you willing to accept it?" Gu Fuju smiled. "Since you went to Lingnan, I knew that you would get nothing on this trip." "But your personality is there, I know it, and so does His Majesty. Ying Fuyan was killed, and many old ministers are suspicious and waiting for you to return to Beijing. His Majesty needs you to help him get rid of suspicion, so you have to go this time, and I didn't stop you for this." But... who said it was destined to be in vain? Gu Fuju stood up and handed the box on the table to He Xuran. "What is this?" "The evidence you want." He Xuran was slightly stunned. Yang Weiwen was also surprised. They made a hard trip and came back empty-handed, but how could the Taifu have it left in Shangjing? He Xuran didn't open it immediately. He inexplicably felt that the box in his hand was a thousand pounds heavy. "Is... what?" Gu Fuju's lips moved: "The blood letter left by the King of Yan before his death."
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