The Crown Prince’s New Female Staff

"Mr. Xie? Could it be Xie Yu?" Mei Liu was surprised, she turned to look at Min Chun, but found that the man looked at Ge Meixiang with dark eyes.

The man opened his lips: "Lord Ge Shan's recent momentum is indeed impressive."

Ge Meixiang turned around and smiled slightly at him: "It's a pity, I'm just a scholar."

Minchun: "If that's the case, we won't disturb Ge Shanchang anymore." He bowed and said goodbye.

Ge Meixiang didn't send them off, but just watched the two walk away, thinking flashed in his eyes, while Mei Liu was still looking back at Ge Meixiang's bookstore.

"Min Chun, what do you mean by what you just said?" She leaned close to the man and asked in a low voice, Min Chun looked down at her and said, "Do you know why the lord doesn't let you act casually?"

"Why? I just want to find Li Aru."

Mei Liu looked at the man and asked in confusion.

"Because it is very dangerous, it is dangerous to you, and it is also dangerous to Li Aru. If it is used by someone with a heart, it will be even more dangerous."

"All right."

The man pursed his lips, looked at the plaque of the Women's Academy, and his thoughts flashed.

Xie Yu is now serving the prince, and no one knows where Wang Yue is going to make a bad move. Those of them who are slaves can only wait for the master to speak before they can move around.

However, Min Chun underestimated Mei Liu. From that day on, Mei Liu always sneaked into the women's school until it was dark. Min Chun couldn't watch her, so she simply covered her every day and went to see Ge Meixiang together.

At this time, a major event that shook the government and the opposition spread in the streets and alleys. The emperor was furious, and the prince led an order to send troops north.

The Xiongnu sent troops, at the end of April, as expected by Qi Liangye.

Once there is a war, the most important thing is military expenditure and food and grass. In the past few days, the court has been arguing about the military expenditure of Saibei. Xie Yu thought of this in advance, but left the test to Qi Liangye.

She wanted to see if this man was really capable of supervising the country.

Qi Liangye's eyes were deep, he looked at the large and small officials in the government affairs hall, and one by one, they shied away their responsibilities in a panic, for fear that the task of military spending would fall on them, and they would be full of ugliness.

"enough!"

He drank in a low voice, and the hall fell silent for a moment.

Many old officials stalked their necks and snorted at political enemies.

Huo Shijun always stood next to him, leisurely watching the group of old guys scramble and cry for poverty, for fear that he would be targeted by the prince if he was slow.

"Master Wang, what do you think?"

Wang Yue is the Minister of Rites, and he has to participate in major affairs in the court, but just now the old fox did not say a word, Qi Liangye sat on the top of the head, his eyes were fixed on Wang Yue, and the atmosphere was inexplicably cold.

"The Ministry of Rites is willing to give one-sixth."

The other five old men suddenly looked stinky. Wang Yue made this head, and the other five of them must have come to it. They can't say that they won't pay a penny, and wait for the prince to take off their official hats, right?

Wang Yue drooped his eyelids. He has aged too quickly recently. The flesh on his face is dry and thin, and he has a feeling of being old. He is wearing a wide red, blue and purple official robe. In the shadows, looking at the ground.

When he was young, he didn't have the idea of ​​being a minister. It was only when he saw the corruption of Daqi that he thought about it.

But he is a wise man. In state affairs, he rarely gets Qiao with the monarch. He knows what the monarch wants, and he will give what he wants. He is so powerful that he controls the government. By the time Emperor Jiaqing reacts, it is too late.

Qi Liangye cursed inwardly, old fox.

Wang Yue only said one-sixth, but didn't say much. In the end, he was the villain.

If Wang Yue answered wrongly, he could directly revoke his official position, but Wang Yue was unbiased and hit the right place.

Qi Liangye's eyes swept over the other five ministers, and he opened his lips: "Zhuqing wants the soldiers in Saibei to drink the northwest wind to beat the Huns? Others throw their heads and shed blood, you are here every night, you really fight well. A good deal."

The newly-raised Minister of the Household stalked his neck and quibble: "His Royal Highness Mingjian, the Household has really run out of money recently. In recent years, the capital and localities have been rushing to renovate and renovate the house, and the annual finances can't tell how much it spends, old minister. It's really powerless."

Wang Yue cursed inwardly: Stupid.

Sure enough, the corners of Qi Liangye's mouth twitched slightly, and the memorial book in his hand crossed the table in front of the hall, and was thrown directly to the ground with a "slap" by his big palm.

Everyone knelt down, and the people all over the place were covered in darkness. The Minister of the Ministry of Housing was shaking like a sieve, and his head bowed to the ground.

"The Ministry of Household is in charge of the world's taxation. For so many years, the people's taxes have been eaten up by you!"

The man made a cold voice, he turned the wrench on his thumb slightly, and instructed Huo Shijun, "Master Huo - read the script out."

Huo Shijun bowed his head and stood up, quickly picked up the book, and at first glance saw the official seal of the Minister of the Household under the book.

"The Jiangnan area has always been prosperous, but now the world is clean, the state treasury is abundant, and the financial resources are strong. The old ministers must do their best for the Qi Dynasty and serve His Highness!"

The minister of the household's face turned green. This was the handbook he presented when he first took office. Now that Qi Liangyue is making public announcements to the ministers, it is undoubtedly a slap in the face.

Huo Shijun's cloth boots passed in front of his eyes, and the Minister of the Ministry of Housing lowered his head again, unable to see the cloth boots, but his heart trembled more and more.

Huo Shijun presented the book to Qi Liangye's case, and then returned to his original position and knelt on the ground.

"Master Qi didn't say that when he first took office. Are you deceiving you?"

"His Royal Highness! I dare not! It's just... the Ministry of Household is willing to contribute to the war in Saibei, but according to His Highness's instructions!"

The Minister of the Ministry of Housing simply slammed his head on the ground again, turning a corner in his sophistry, and immediately showed his willingness to pay.

"The Ministry of Household will give out 40,000 taels of silver first, and the other departments will give out 10,000 taels each, so that they won't kill you all."

Qi Liangye's tone was light, and after drinking a sip of tea, he asked everyone to get up.

The Ministry of Household is in charge of the world's money and grain, and it naturally produces the most. Five thousand taels can be squeezed out by corrupt officials after saving for a few years. For other departments, it is not a big bargain.

Qi Liangye lion opened his mouth, and the six ministers just got up and obeyed the order and then "thumped" and knelt on the red carpet.

"The ministers obey the order."

"There is also the Ministry of War, and 20,000 stone grains are sent to Saibei,"

Qi Liangye pointed his finger at the table, and looked at the Minister of War.

"The minister obeys the order."

This errand has already been ordered, but the eyebrows of some noble dukes in the court began to jump, and when the business was finished, Huo Shijun stood on the steps and said with a smile: "The others have nothing to do. Bo stay."

Standing in the crowd, Duke Yamano and Marquis Zhongyi looked at each other and reluctantly approached Qi Liangye's case.

The guards of the government affairs hall sealed the gate of the hall, and this group of people who had lived for most of their lives couldn't help but sank when they heard the movement behind them.

"Look at it all."

Qi Liangye was in a happy mood. At this time, Huo Shijun took out a large piece of rice paper folded several layers from his sleeve, and placed a thick layer in his palm.

"Yan Yegong read it and passed it on later, this is a good thing, and everyone can't lack it."

The man sat at the top, took out the clean cup beside the desk, poured a cup of tea for Huo Shijun, got up and stuffed it into Huo Shijun's hand.

This is the holy favor. The grandfathers standing behind looked at Huo Shijun's appearance of a gentleman with a jade face, and scolded in their hearts: son of a bitch.

Huo Shijun took the tea, took a sip, put it in the hands of the **** beside him, swept his eyes to the crowd, looked at a few honorable people, and immediately someone interacted with him with a smile.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at his nose and his heart with his eyes, and stood at the bottom in an orderly manner, as if he was a follower eunuch.

There is a living man in the hall. Since the aristocratic family was left in the hall just now, the pen in his hand has not stopped. Standing next to the living man in the hall, the tip of the pen quickly dances. I can't wait to break it in half, half to watch the play, and half to write history.

However, Duke Shanye took the rice paper and unfolded it little by little. Only when the three of them were put together could the rice paper be fully visible.

So Duke Shanye, Duke Zhongyi, and Duke Yue Guo, three people who were about to know the age of destiny, only glanced at the paper and looked at it tremblingly.

This face, the more you look at it, the more pale, the more you look at it, the more strange it is.

"This this……"

The Marquis of Zhongyi didn't stabilize, there were gold stars in his eyes, and the black light suddenly appeared, and he was about to faint. It was the Duke of Yue who pinched his old waist, forcibly bringing people back to their senses.

"Go to... and pass it on."

The three of them handed the paper to the dignitaries behind them. There were twenty people in total. They read it one by one, spent half a column of incense, and all of them "thumped" and knelt on the ground.

"Are you finished?"

Qi Liangye drank tea slowly, looking at everyone like a cat.

"These are the private estates that you and you have passed through Minglu, and the stupid things you have done in the past two years. Jin Yiwei is considerate and specially helped Gu to sort it out."

"It seems that your days are more comfortable than lonely."

"Mu Changbo is the most arrogant, no wonder your son can rape. The dirty maid, the wives and concubines in groups, all day long in brocade clothes and jade food, and his reputation is really admirable."

The next moment, the man slowly got up, took out the sword bestowed by Emperor Jiaqing, and dragged it on the red carpet.

Mu Changbo's face was pale, his lips twitched, and he could only whisper: "It's the minister who taught his son to have no way and lost his dignity. The minister will definitely punish this wicked son when he goes back."

The man was wearing black-bottomed golden dragon boots, the soft cloth was silent, only the sound of the sword blade scratching on the carpet, and the clanging sound of the black jade jingling on the man's waist and the metal belt colliding.

I saw that the sharp sword light slowly moved to the side of the head of Duke Yamano on the red carpet. Duke Yamano suddenly kept shaking, staring at the sword edge, and the big beads of sweat slid from his face.

At this time, Venus also began to appear in front of him. Perhaps the sword body was aware of the trembling of the person coming, and it made bursts of buzzing sounds. Lord Yamano looked at the sword edge, but he couldn't say a word.

There is a saying that a hundred is useless is a scholar.

"There is also a saying today that you live a better life than the lonely ones, and the lonely hearts are soft-hearted, so you can't confiscate them all, so let's take Mu Changbo as an example, hand in 5,000 taels, and the rest will take care of it. Bar."

The man was holding the hilt of the sword with his big palm, but the sword was still parked beside Duke Shanye. Seeing that the sword was about to slash at his head, Duke Shanye blurted out: "Five thousand taels! Five thousand taels! The old minister turned it in. Five thousand taels!"

The sword edge suddenly softened, and with the man's moving pace, it moved to the neck of Marquis Zhongyi. Duke Yamano breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person collapsed to the ground.

The Hou Zhongyi just calmed down in the heart of the cliff, and in the next instant he jumped to the sky. He immediately said hoarsely: "Four two thousand four thousand taels! The old minister gave four thousand taels!"

When the two of them were put together, it was the money handed over by one department. When the sword edge was just moved over, Duke Yue shouted loudly, "The minister also pays 4,000 taels!"

He is not as rich as the previous ones. Four thousand liang has already hollowed out half of the whole house.