Happy Little Scholar

That night, at Prince Feng’s Mansion.

“Your Highness, we can’t let them go on like this. Officials in several states are complaining, and the people’s grievances are increasing every day. I’m afraid that Fengzhou, which we have managed for so long, will really be destroyed in their hands.”

The speaker was the governor of Fengzhou, who was pacing anxiously in the room at this time.

According to the plan, the eldest prince’s actions in Fengzhou should have been reported to the capital at this time, and caused a huge response. If we count the days and rush the horses, there should be a reply in such a long time.

However, the reply did not come, and the increasingly unscrupulous censors had an impact on Fengzhou City that could not be ignored.

In the face of the eldest prince’s deliberate targeting, if we continue to sit back and do nothing, there will really be some irreparable losses.

Zhao Yi frowned slightly when he heard this.

This time, although the other party's actions in Fengzhou were also related to his personal grudge with the eldest prince, on the surface, it was an official matter. If he obstructed it, he would definitely be criticized. Those imperial censors were always ruthless and could not be ignored.

It was neither advancing nor retreating.

Zhao Zheng's face showed a trace of helplessness, and he murmured: "Brother Li, Brother Li, you have given me a difficult problem this time..."

The governor of Fengzhou looked at him and asked in confusion: "What did your highness say?"

"Nothing." Zhao Yi waved his hand and said: "Governor Zhou, go back first. This matter will be arranged by the king."

The middle-aged man nodded and left the room.

Zhao Yi walked over and was about to close the door when he heard a sound like tearing silk, followed by a "bang".

He turned his head and saw a dagger inserted straight into the door, all the way to the handle.

Zhao Yi's face showed a trace of doubt, and he took out a handkerchief from his arms and held the handle.

Without much effort, he easily pulled out the dagger, which showed that it was an extremely sharp divine weapon.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Yi stood at the door, looked into the courtyard, and said loudly.

After a long time without a response, he waved to the guard who was walking towards this side, walked into the house, took out the several pieces of paper stuck on the dagger, and carefully placed the dagger on the table.

I don't know who can sneak into the palace and deliver the letter with a dagger, but I think the content on it should be quite important.

"Discuss the crime silver?"

When he saw the first sentence written on the paper, his brows frowned.

As time passed, the expression on his face was solemn at first, then doubtful, surprised, and finally turned into astonishment.

What was written on it was a system called "discuss the crime silver".

As the name suggests, the content of this system is to pay for the crime with money.

According to the severity of the crime committed by the official, a certain amount of silver can be used to exempt certain punishments. Although this method can solve the country's financial problems in a short period of time, in the long run, the wind of corruption will inevitably prevail and cannot be suppressed, and the country will soon perish.

Strangely, these papers elaborate on the evils of the silver for discussing crimes, citing classics and classics, and counting the major crimes of the silver for discussing crimes.

For example, using money to replace crimes will make officials who pay the silver for discussing crimes more fearless and corrupt. With the silver for discussing crimes, officials will exploit the people more, and the country will certainly be turbulent. Finally, using money to replace crimes, the crime will not be investigated, the law will become meaningless, the law will collapse, and the country will perish.

Of course, more importantly, it is written clearly that the eldest prince is about to vigorously promote the system of silver for discussing crimes, which is simply to encourage evil trends and promote unhealthy trends, and to destroy the State of Qi.

The person who wrote this letter was originally a wandering hermit who didn't want to see Qi destroyed by such a person, so he sent a letter with a dagger to expose the matter, hoping that he could tell the world about this matter and let everyone in the world see the ugly face of the eldest prince.

Zhao Yi put the letter down and sat at the table, tapping the table with his right index finger unintentionally.

If this is true, and the eldest prince really wants to implement this method of destroying the country, he will have a legitimate reason and don't need to care about the opinions of those censors and the capital, and the siege of Fengzhou can be lifted.

The question is, who sent this letter?

How did he know about this and how did he enter the palace?

In any case, he would not believe the words of the wandering hermit.

"Who is it?" Zhao Yi's index finger tapped the table a little faster, muttering.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Zhao Yi stood up, walked to the door, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I forgot something." After an old voice came, the door bolt broke, and Zhao Yi saw a masked, gray-haired old man walked in, walked to the table, and put away the dagger.

When he walked out of the door, he glanced at Zhao Yi, casually inserted another dagger into the door, and said, "It's a little dark, I inserted it wrong just now, sorry."

Zhao Yi watched him walk into the yard, leap up, and the whole person flew onto the roof, completely disappearing in the night.

"There is an assassin, there is an assassin!" A flustered sound of footsteps came from not far away, and countless figures ran towards this side.

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

"Where did the assassin go just now?"

"Catch the assassin, catch the assassin!"

...

After a while, Zhao Yi dispersed the crowd and asked, "No one was injured?"

One person immediately replied, "Your Highness, only a few guards were knocked unconscious, no one was injured."

Zhao Yi nodded, looked at the dagger on the door, walked over, grasped the handle, and exerted a little force.

The dagger didn't move at all.

Thinking of the old man's tofu-like movements just now, Zhao Yi asked, "Is there any movement at the post station tonight?"

A man came up and bowed and said, "Your Highness, the eldest prince summoned everyone late at night and seemed to discuss something important."

Zhao Yi nodded, pulled out the dagger with force, and walked into the house.

"In the future, double the number of people will be sent around here."

Someone bowed below: "Yes, sir."

At the same time, at Fengzhou Post Station, several people knelt in the corridor trembling with fear. Zhao Zheng pointed at them and said coldly, "It's useless. You didn't even know someone broke in. This king has raised you bunch of trash in vain!"

……

It was another sunny day. Li Yi got up and opened the door. When he stretched his body in the yard, a figure flew out of a room in the next inn and landed steadily in the yard.

The sloppy old man looked at him and said, "Both items have been delivered."

"What about the words?" Li Yi looked at him and asked.

The sloppy old man nodded and said, "The words are clear."

When he said this, he couldn't help but look at Li Yi for a second.

To be able to praise the same thing to the sky in front of one person and to belittle it in front of another person are two completely extremes. This kind of thing, I'm afraid, can only be done by scholars.

Li Yi bowed to him and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Xu."

The sloppy old man shook his head and asked, "When will we go back?"

"Soon, in a short while." Li Yi looked at him again and asked, "Why, Mr. Xu has something important to do and is in a hurry to go back?"

The sloppy old man touched his arms. During the battle with the Taoist nun, a bottle of antidote was accidentally destroyed. It was enough for two months. If he went back late, his limbs would be stiff and bleeding...

After calculating the days, he should be in time. The sloppy old man shook his head and said, "What important things can I have? No hurry, no hurry..."