The slender white fingers slid across the rough white cloth, making a slight rustling sound.
"How dare you bully my people!"
Because he was holding his child in his arms, the emperor spoke softly.
But the anger between his brows could not be concealed.
Wu Zhonghe knelt swiftly. "When the emperor is angry, millions of people will die." Even Wu Zhonghe, who had always been with the emperor, didn't dare to act presumptuously. He frowned, wondering what was written on the white cloth.
Why was the old county magistrate, who had been promoted to the chief officer of Quanzhou and an official appointed by the imperial court, hunted here?
Why was it discovered by Prince Ping? Is there some unknown conspiracy behind this?
His mind was full of thoughts.
But since His Majesty did not give the order, he did not dare to ask.
Wu Zhonghe secretly groaned in his heart, who was this blind person who was causing trouble again?
He bravely glanced at the little prince in his arms. The young child had fair skin and black hair. His long drooping eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.
His chest rose and fell, and his chubby face puffed up slightly.
It's so cute.
Fortunately, there is the little prince, and His Majesty will take care of him.
"Come here." The emperor knocked on the white cloth, signaling Wu Zhonghe to come and see.
Wu Zhonghe bent over and kept his gaze on the white cloth for a while.
After reading the events recorded above, he was horrified and staggered a few steps. Were the local officials there mad? They had the audacity to secretly arrest thousands of people to mine the new salt mine.
Salt and iron have always been owned by the state.
After taking office, the former county magistrate sorted out the files and discovered that there had been many inexplicable disappearances in this area within the past ten years.
People become more cunning as they grow older, let alone an old county magistrate who is born with a keen sense of smell?
After he discovered it, he secretly sent his old subordinates to investigate, but no matter how careful they were, they were still discovered.
The old county magistrate was very wise. He made a prompt decision, hid his identity and left Quanzhou, and took the evidence with him to go to Beijing to meet the emperor.
But salt mining is such a lucrative industry, and how many new noble families have intervened in it?
Moreover, the disappearance cases here have lasted for more than ten years.
No wonder those people were able to cooperate internally and externally and provide many well-made Da Zhao weapons and armors.
No wonder they were able to lay down so many hidden clues when His Majesty was acting crazy.
It is precisely because they have so much financial support that they can make a comeback.
No wonder these people have always wanted to kill the little prince, because they know that the recovered emperor will not leave any of them alive.
Precisely because the Crown Prince was born, His Majesty regrouped and only wanted to give the best mountains and rivers to his child.
I watched the aristocratic families fall one after another, I watched the Great Zhao rise to prominence, and I watched Your Majesty work hard to govern the country and become younger and younger.
These people were afraid, so they planned another murder. Unfortunately, His Majesty outmaneuvered them and caught them off guard, and also uprooted their powerful positions in the court.
Thinking of the scholars who were forced to commit suicide in the court, and looking at the young emperor who returned after fighting in many battles.
The people behind these complex forces finally felt afraid. They were preparing to kill all the captured coolies one by one and pretend that this incident had never happened.
Who would have known that the Chief Secretary transferred by His Majesty would have such a keen sense of smell and be able to unravel the truth.
He is also extremely good at disguising himself and escaping.
The worried people behind the scenes united and sent out assassins.
No wonder he was able to chase him outside the capital and even dared to hurt people.
"It's my fault." The emperor was changed by his children. As a true feudal father, even if he made a wrong decision, he would never think he was wrong.
But as the person who has been with His Majesty the longest, Wu Zhonghe could naturally hear the true meaning of his words.
His Majesty truly regrets the suffering he has brought upon his people through his madness.
It should be the little prince's behavior that made the emperor change his mind.
The young prince loves the people like his own children, and the emperor also loves the people in his family as well.
When Wu Zhonghe heard this, he wanted to bury his head in his chest. As the emperor, he could repent for his mistakes, but others were absolutely not allowed to point them out.
"These are all my son's people." Emperor Mingxi sighed deeply.
Wu Zhonghe's back was covered in cold sweat. He really wanted to go out and let the little prince hear these secret words.
Does he deserve it?
Feeling a trace of gaze falling on him, Wu Zhonghe raised his head slightly and saw Emperor Mingxi looking down at him.
Wu Zhonghe's hair stood on end for a moment, and he said reflexively, "This matter has nothing to do with His Majesty. His Majesty was poisoned, which led to his behavior..."
He didn't dare to say the rest. What were they?
Could he really point at the emperor's nose and say, "Your Majesty, you are crazy, you are insane?"
Although sometimes His Majesty frightened him so much that he would say that he was going crazy, he dared not utter a single word of this.
There was deathly silence in the Zichen Hall.
Just when Wu Zhonghe thought his life was in danger, the emperor smiled.
???
Are you really crazy?
Aren’t you feeling sorry for the people and blaming yourself?
Why are you suddenly laughing?
"This is a great opportunity. My son can show his talents and win the hearts of the people..." The emperor still had the leisure to do so. He patted the child's back and made ambiguous sounds.
Wu Zhonghe's legs were shaking and he wanted to slap himself twice.
I thought that Your Majesty had returned to his youth, the poison had gone, and his madness had been cured.
He now suspected that even if His Majesty was not poisoned, he was still insane at heart.
I'm afraid the only medicine in the world that can cure His Majesty is the little prince.
"Jia Yi." A cold tone echoed in the hall.
A black shadow leaped onto the ground.
The candlelight flickered and the voices were muffled, making it difficult to hear what was being said.
All I could see was Wu Zhonghe's increasingly terrified eyes.
The little fat boy smelled a cool scent, like a mixture of green and transparent pine needles and crisp green grass.
It smells very pleasant. The fat baby who is half asleep is like a silkworm, moving closer to the source of the smell.
Closer, closer,
The fat baby, with his butt raised in pursuit of the smell, stopped in front of the broad chest, and did not forget to use his chubby face to push open the snow-white inner clothes.
Then she pouted her lips, held a piece of cloth in her mouth and sucked it.
The emperor lowered his eyes and looked at the fat baby moving on his chest.
She said lightly, "I don't have any milk."
His tone was calm, but it hinted at a hint of teasing and tenderness.
The fat baby, who was savoring the food with his eyes closed, smacking his lips and puffing out his cheeks, suddenly froze.
Then he turned his head, made a snoring sound, and pretended to be sleeping soundly.
The emperor stretched out his hand and pinched the skin on the back of his neck, as if pinching a little cat. "Yan Chengyu, don't play dumb."
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