Chapter 157: Fengjianlangkou

"The Lin family is in charge of water transport, how can you not know the emperor's decree? What is this concealing?" An Xia coldly hummed, the second prince seemed aloof, leisurely, and only cared about food prices. From An Xia's point of view, it was actually a cover up. .
She felt even more suspicious of the Second Prince and the Lin Family.
"Although the Lin family manages the water transportation, the waterway is changed. This is only the will of the father yesterday."
Bei Mingxiao knew this matter very well.
However, An Xia's words still made him grow grass.
"The Lin Family..." Bei Mingxiao couldn't help but laughed: "The Lin Family controls Bei Ming's economic lifeline. It would be difficult to support any rebellion without the assistance of the Lin Family, but if the Lin Family wants to rebel, it is true. It's not to be underestimated."
An Xia responded: "Agricultural business is enough to overthrow the country!"
Bei Mingxiao nodded: "Second brother is the prince after all."
That's right.
Once there is something wrong with Beimingxian, then Beimingqi will become the biggest prince, and he must be the heir in order. As for Beiming Xiao, he is not a protagonist, he can't stand out at all.
Even if he was virtuous and incomparable, these people could not bear it. The world only knew that the third prince was seriously ill, and they were afraid that they would die soon.
Just ask, who would block his wealth on a dying prince?
On the way, both of them were silent.
The prince is in trouble, the queen intends to murder the emperor, and Yan Gui concubine adopts the eleventh prince to fight for reserve, and the Lin family is suspected of rebellion...
Even if the old emperor was still there, Bei Ming was about to go into chaos.
At the gate of the palace, Mo Yuan was still waiting to send An Xia into the palace. In the carriage, Bei Mingxiao looked worried: "Why, you..."
An Xia knew what Bei Mingxiao had to say.
The atmosphere in the air is very heavy, but escape is not a solution. She knows that Bei Mingxiao has the ability to protect herself, and his worries should come from his own safety.
"It's okay, you should have confidence in me." After saying that, An Xia smiled brightly, her head tilted extremely cute.
Bei Mingxiao was amused by her, took out a dagger from his body and handed it over: "self-defense."
"Okay." An Xia took it without hesitation.
Striding towards the palace gate, someone arranged by Mo Yuan will send her in.
Mo Yuan walked to Bei Mingxiao's side and looked at the snow falling all over the sky. The coolness was somewhat permeable, but the two big men looking at the background of a woman were even more permeable.
He wanted to leave, but Bei Mingxiao was standing there, so he couldn't walk away in advance.
"Master, we will go to court later."
Only a soft reminder.
"This snow is getting bigger and bigger. I'm afraid that the meeting will be as quiet as before. I haven't heard other voices for a long time." Bei Mingxiao's voice was a little sad.
The father is still alive, but the hearts of a group of officials have changed.
It is said that once the emperor and the courtier, now that the Lord is still there, these people are already busy finding their way, how sad.
Nine-Five Supreme, the power of life and death, somewhat ironic.
"There are already victims outside the city." Mo Yuan whispered.
Bei Mingxiao frowned when he heard this, and was a little surprised: "So fast?"
"Winter snow came too early, many people did not accumulate food, but the price of food in the city rose again and again, and ordinary people could no longer afford it." Mo Yuan said.
"Go to Lin's house." Bei Mingxiao flung his robe, got into the carriage, and immediately ordered the coachman.
Mo Yuan was inconvenient to follow.
North Korea is turbulent, and if there is another disaster incident, it is likely to cause war.
Buildings will fall, and sometimes it is a surprise.
But what disappointed Bei Mingxiao was that the Lin family was helpless to answer, making him stand in the hall extremely embarrassed, and even the Lin family's Patriarch just leaned back and said that there is no good solution for the time being.
"The victims of the disaster will appear on the streets of the capital tomorrow morning, Master Lin, do you plan to say the same to your father if you have no strategy?" Bei Mingxiao's voice was like ice, without a trace of temperature.
Lin Chaohui was a little annoyed, and the Huangkou children dared to run into his house to go wild. Wouldn't it be enough to be a prince?
He is still the uncle of the second prince!
"The third prince, the minister does not have a good strategy right now." Lin Chaohui called Bei Mingxiao the prince rather than the prince, making it clear that he did not want to discuss political affairs.
Bei Ming Xiao coldly snorted: "How much grain is still in the granary in the capital, should Master Lin know?"
"Of course, the minister knows, but this is confidential. If the emperor asks about it, the minister can't answer it." Lin Chaohui said with a serious face.
"Good, good." Bei Mingxiao laughed angrily. He didn't expect the Lin Family's attitude to be so sloppy. It seemed that he was clearly targeting himself.
It's no wonder that the old emperor doesn't have many princes, and he can be regarded as an existence that can compete for reserves. Even if Bei Mingxiao doesn't have that heart, it is different in the eyes of the Lin family.
He didn't do well to be the King of Xiaoyao, but he came to care about the refugees. This is not to show that he cares about agricultural production. Lin Chaohui suddenly became very wary of Bei Mingxiao in his heart.
After staying in the Lin Mansion for a while, Bei Mingxiao was really outraged. For such a major event, the Lin family pushed three and four things. For a while, he said that it would not work without the emperor's decree.
"I hope Master Lin can think of a perfect solution when he is in the early morning." Bei Mingxiao flung his sleeve and left the Lin Mansion.
The sky was already bright, and the palace gate was already open.
Bei Mingxiao changed his clothes, took out the sign left by An Xia and handed it to his servants, and ordered to go to Tianxiang Tower to arrange manpower to rescue the victims.
Nowadays, the only way to save people is to rely on one's own strength. As long as it does not cause panic and confusion, then there will be no mutiny.
As long as the food trucks to Beijing arrive, the food price problem will be solved, and the refugee problem will not be a problem.
Sure enough, things about the victims of the disaster have become the biggest topic.
Sitting aloft, the old emperor couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he watched the courtiers clamoring under him.
He has watched this kind of arguing drama for decades, but as an emperor, he enjoys this feeling the most, like a person manipulating a puppet, fighting on both sides, and he supports it.
"The emperor, the minister thought that these victims were walking around the city at will, which has caused panic to the people in the city and should be expelled as soon as possible."
"Don't do it, the emperor, although the victims came through from other cities, they are also the people of my Beiming. If they are expelled, I am afraid that the people's sentiment is unstable and it is easy to cause mutiny."
"Emperor Zhao!" The old emperor rubbed his forehead and looked at Taiwei Zhao.
This old guy has never sinned, he is too slippery.
"Back to the emperor, the veteran thought that we should set up porridge sheds to help the victims. As long as the southern food is transported to the city and survive this winter, there will be no problem." Taiwei Zhao is a wise man who knows when to say what.
As soon as he said this, Bei Mingxiao looked at this Zhao Taiwei with admiration.
Originally Bei Mingxiao also had this intention, after all, the congee shed set up by Tianxiang Building was too fascinating.
If it is the imperial decree, the meaning is different.
"Lin Aiqing, how much grain does the granary in the capital have now?" The old emperor nodded, admiring Taiwei Zhao.
He looked at Lin Chaohui again.
He is the direct manager, and naturally he knows better than anyone else.
Lin Chaohui, just like his official position, was very low-key in front of the emperor. He took a step forward: "Going back to the emperor, there is not much food stored. Excluding the monthly allowances given to the palace, only half a month of the city’s people’s surplus food is sold. It’s a dozen days earlier, and the road is now blocked by heavy snow..."
A face of embarrassment.
The meaning is very clear, even without food, there is no way.
"Master Lin has always been in charge of the transportation of water. How can you say that there is no way today?"
"Yes, we should deal with it early..."
All the officials quickly targeted Lin Chaohui.
They can't think of a good way, they can only do so.
Push everything to Lin Chaohui's body.
"Suddenly the heavy snow came, and the Guangdong and Guangxi Canal had only recently begun to freeze. How can we be wary of it early?" Yan Zheng said lukewarm.
Seems to be just a peacemaker.
It's different in Bei Mingxiao's eyes.
Yan Zheng has a daughter who dominates the sixth house, a son holds the frontier, and has hereditary knighthood, and is a top grade official. The youngest daughter will soon become a princess, under one person and above 10,000, how can he speak for a big farmer Up?
Sure enough, as An Xia said, the Yan family had already begun to win over the Lin family.
The old emperor's face was a little blue, and he waved his hand: "Set up a porridge shed to comfort the victims."
He looked at Bei Mingxiao, who was still calm and long with Yuli: "The third prince is responsible for this matter."
The old emperor is now accustomed to handing everything to Bei Mingxiao to deal with it. This is because he subconsciously values ​​Bei Mingxiao, but this also pushes him into the wind and waves.
At a time, all officials are thinking about everything.
Let the low-key Lin Chaohui look at Bei Mingxiao more.
Naturally, there is more defense.
"Yes, my son will follow the order." Bei Mingxiao wanted to decline, but he was accustomed to this, and he hesitated a bit and still agreed.
"You didn't come back overnight, so did you go to call on whose idea?" After Yan Guifei sent the emperor away, she washed a bit before seeing An Xia, frowning and asking.
She is watching An Xia every day.
She knows An Xia's methods better than anyone.
"Ask a lover." An Xia was upset and didn't want to care about Concubine Yan after slept all night and found nothing.
"The Three Princes..." Concubine Yan Gui quipped.
She had always suspected An Xia and the third prince, but she couldn't find evidence.
"I'm not crazy." An Xia glared at Concubine Yan: "He is sending people around to hunt me down, and I'm going to cast myself into the trap."
In fact, when she first heard Concubine Yan's words, she felt a little in her heart.
It seems that he has to be more careful in his actions in the future.
Otherwise, Bei Mingxiao will be ruined.
"Who wouldn't make a superficial article..." Yan Guifei didn't believe it at all: "By the way, Zhao Jingmei entered the palace yesterday."
"What?" This news made An Xia shocked: "She..."
"What about her? She is the imperial wife of the emperor. Concubine Lan lost an eye and felt grief in her heart. It is also natural for her mother to go to the palace to have a look." Although Concubine Yan said so, it was in her heart. upset.
After several hands-on attempts, Zhao Jingmei was not removed.
An Xia understood that disaster victims appeared in the imperial city and food prices soared. The old emperor was more anxious than anyone.
He needs someone to take charge of this matter. The best candidate is An Shucheng. After all, he is the Taishi of the dynasty and has been assisting the old emperor.
An Shucheng is not only hanging a dummy dumpling, but also the head of a hundred officials.
If it weren't like this, he wouldn't dare to threaten the emperor.
A few days after An Shu became a monk, the old emperor couldn't keep his breath.
Can only shook his head, helpless.
"You just endure it like this?" But An Xia immediately provokes another sentence, she thinks Yan Guifei is equally unhappy.
"What? Do you have a good way?" Yan Guifei's eyes darkened as expected.