Chapter 158: Lose everything

An Xia looked at the calculations on Concubine Yan's face, getting bored and ignored her.
Now I can't see the relationship between the Yan family and the second prince, I just doubt it.
However, An Si can directly threaten Concubine Yan Gui, as if...
She changed her mind and thought about it.
Seeing An Xia didn't speak, Concubine Yan didn't pay much attention. She had known about this a long time ago, so she knew it in her heart.
In her opinion, Zhao Jingmei would not let a blind man be spoiled anyway, so she felt that An Si had no threat to herself.
On the contrary, it was An Xia, who was the big stumbling block.
It cannot be removed in a short time.
Bei Mingxiao also had a sense of crisis, and the construction of the porridge shed made him a little worried. At this time, he was watching the people coming and going on the street in Tianxianglou, frowning, so that the prince and the queen would even target him.
Although he understood that the emperor had good intentions, he defended him everywhere, and even thought of him everywhere.
This can be regarded as paving the way for him.
After all, the throne is not empty, and supporting a prince will not cause objections from hundreds of officials.
It's just that the current form is a little more subtle. The prince was almost abolished twice, and his position was unstable.
No matter how much the old emperor loves, people have to think more.
"You'd better surrender to someone else in this matter." Mo Yuan also rushed over. He went to the Xiao Prince's Mansion first, threw himself away, and rushed here again immediately.
"Um..." Bei Mingxiao was silent for a while, he was still grateful if he could come.
At the beginning, he only rescued Mo Yuan with strength and justice, and didn't want this person to be so affectionate and righteous.
These days, he has always assisted himself and An Xia.
"Now that the Lin family can only come forward, it is the best situation." Bei Mingxiao naturally also considered a lot, and the situation became more and more complicated. As they continued to investigate and clarify, this Da Qin was really worrying.
"Lin Chaohui is not easy." Mo Yuan thought of the court affairs, and frowned, "Actually, the prince can also come forward. What the prince needs now is the people's support."
"Yes!" Bei Mingxiao nodded vigorously: "I'll set up a porridge shed, and play the banner of the prince!"
On that day, Bei Mingxiao arranged for the housekeeper and the subordinates to set up a porridge shed. Lin Chaohui naturally wanted to open the warehouse to put grain, but he was reluctant to keep up with the speed, and the number was somewhat different.
But Bei Mingxiao is not in a hurry, naturally someone will be anxious.
"The third child, what is this idea?" Bei Mingxian was bitten by a snake once, and he has been afraid of scenery for ten years, and he will be married in two days. Natural disaster relief is not his turn to worry about. .
All he had to do was to marry the prince and concubine into the east palace.
But Bei Mingxiao set up a porridge shed, but pushed everything to the prince. The official warehouse had insufficient food, and Bei Mingxiao took out the food from the palace to help the victims.
The queen also had a heavy face: "He is a weak person, it is impossible to fight for a reserve position, so what is he afraid of."
In the eyes of the queen, this matter is only good for Bei Mingxian but not harmful.
Bei Mingxian hesitated again, then nodded. There is indeed nothing wrong with it. This is a matter of putting gold on the face of his prince: "Erchen will also send some food there."
"Well, let Kunning Palace deduct some from the sub-regulation and send it to disaster relief." The queen also nodded. This is a major event, and it is a good opportunity for them to perform. They must be strong and have the support of the people.
"By the way, I will go get some jewelry and your father's usual rewards, and exchange some silver hair." The queen is a big deal, because she knows that as long as Bei Mingxian becomes the emperor, all this is still hers.
Of course Bei Mingxian would not have any objections, and immediately proceeded to make arrangements.
The porridge shed can feed the victims, but they cannot avoid the cold. There is a lot of snow, but it is a beautiful scenery, but the victims lying in the snow are all shrank and homeless.
There are also well-meaning people who take out clothes and quilts, but they are limited after all.
Bei Mingxiao stood in Tianxiang Tower, looking at all this from a distance, cut his hands behind him, and sighed.
Even if it wasn't for the reserve, he had to do something.
The winter snow has fallen for a day and night and there is no sign of stopping.
The clothes of the victims were thin, and the food distributed by the porridge shed could only guarantee that they would not starve to death. Some victims began to gather together and use their bodies to warm each other.
Under the eaves of many houses, groups of victims can be seen to warm themselves in hiding from the ice and snow, their bodies trembling tightly.
"Master, more and more victims are entering the city. If this continues, I am afraid that the current porridge shed will not last long." Mo Yuan frowned.
He is an expert in marching and fighting, and there is no problem in mobilizing military arrangements, but it is very difficult to get on this kind of thing.
Bei Mingxiao turned around and smiled, like the beginning of ice and snow, the blank snowflakes behind him became his background, and the Zhilan Yushu made people feel surrendered.
"Don't worry. The disaster relief has already dragged the prince into the water. Even for the people's support, he will not leave it alone."
After that, someone downstairs came to report that it was the prince who had sent ten carriages of food and some property, and asked Bei Mingxiao to send someone to take over.
"The prince is like a god." Mo Yuan nodded admiringly.
With food and money, even if Lin Chaohui is reluctant to exert himself, he can temporarily relieve the immediate pressure.
The problem of eating is easy to solve, but the trouble is living.
It’s easy to say something during the day, but at night the temperature drops sharply, I'm afraid some victims will freeze to death...
At sunset, Bei Ming frowned sadly.
Rong De came over, his lips moved, and finally said, "Master, I have a way."
"What?" Bei Mingxiao's expression moved, and he looked over, with an expression of expectation on his face.
"It is true that the victims of the disaster have no place to live, but some people have many places where no one lives. As long as the door can be opened, many victims of the disaster will not be frozen to death." Rong De finished speaking and lowered his head.
His method is indeed a method, but it is difficult to achieve.
There are indeed many officials in the capital. They have many foreign houses, such as Anjia, there are several, but there are not many people, so they are just idle...
When Bei Mingxiao heard that, he hurried downstairs, and Mo Yuan swiftly stopped in front of him, shook his head: "Master, if you do this, you will lose everything in the hall."
Beijing officials are wealthy and there are countless real estate properties.
Even honest officials are less greedy.
After all, there is no fish when the water is clear!
Once Bei Mingxiao wants officials to take in the victims voluntarily, it is tantamount to stripping off the corruption of these officials. Who can accept it?
At that time, I was afraid that Bei Mingxiao would become the target of public criticism!
"Life is a matter of life!" Bei Mingxiao's tone was firm.
Mo Yuan took a deep breath and said, "You are against the civil and military officials. There are many places in the capital that can accommodate the victims, the temples, the earth temples, even if you temporarily build tents, you can't..."
Before Mo Yuan could finish, Bei Mingxiao stretched out his hand and pointed out the window: "From yesterday to today, the number of victims has risen from 1,000 to 10,000. How many places in the capital can be accommodated? Is it to let it go or let it fend for itself? Survival is an instinct. Passive disaster relief is likely to lead to mutiny. Tell this king, at that time, in the face of these people, will General Mo's sword be able to move you?"
Mo Yuan was stunned, looking at Bei Mingxiao over his leaving back, and sighed helplessly.
He can't lift the sword, but those civil and military officials are no less powerful than the sword. At that time, how can you protect yourself, King Xiao?
In the main hall, the old emperor stood with his hands in his hands, his body was a little buckled, and the white hair faintly visible under his hat was silently telling him that he was old.
"Xiao'er, let others do this."
For a long time, the old emperor said softly, turning around and looking at Bei Mingxiao's gaze, feeling relieved that Bei Mingxiao's proposal was not impossible, but too aggressive.
One king is really not suitable for this.
"But Father, I can't wait for disaster relief." Bei Mingxiao looked anxious.
The old emperor waved his hand: "I know in my heart that the prince's marriage is still two days away, and you should also help it. There are many officials in the DPRK, so just leave it alone."
"Father..." Bei Mingxiao wanted to say anything else, the old emperor had already left, and he didn't give him a chance to say more.
Bei Mingxian walked in from the outside and looked at Bei Mingxiao with a faint smile: "Since the father arranged for the third brother to do something else, let's put aside the disaster relief work."
"Yes." Hearing Bei Mingxian's voice, Bei Mingxiao immediately pretended to be weak, and responded weakly.
"By the way, the third brother should also know the concubine married in this palace, but there was some misunderstanding at that time. Now she is going to be your sister-in-law. Since the third brother doesn't have to deal with the disaster relief work, then go and send copies for this palace. The present is over." Bei Mingxian's tone was cool, colder than the north wind outside.
When Zhao Zhiqiu was and running in the Yuhuayuan, they saw the two of them. Now they think that Zhao Zhiqiu is about to become his own woman, and that Bei Mingxiao did not want to retired. When he sees Bei Mingxiao, he can’t help feeling a little Uncomfortable.
Bei Mingxiao squeezed his fists, and forbeared.
Didn't expect the prince to deceive others so much, let his dignified prince go to apologize to Zhao Zhiqiu?
Looking at Bei Mingxiao's back, Bei Mingxian let out a cold snort, short-lived ghost!
Actually saw his woman!
I don't want to think of Zhao Zhiqiu as a monkey at the beginning, but now I have to marry in order to win over the Zhao family and strive for strength.
An Shucheng, who was still pretending to be in the temple, was lying halfway on the bed, with a nice fox collar over the dark gray warm robe. The color was smooth and white, and it was only the first-class fur that was worthless.
"Master, the emperor's will is here."
An Shucheng heard this, and immediately sat up in horror. What will the old emperor give him?
He is here to take refuge. Is it possible that the old emperor cannot tolerate him?
Just thinking about it, the who delivered the decree walked in. An Shucheng knelt down and took the decree with both hands, but his heart was almost spit out disgustingly!
It turned out to be for him to provide relief!
The imperial decree was all down, and even if he didn't want it, he had no choice but to change his official uniform and went out with an unhappy expression. When passing by the Daxiong Hall, An Shucheng regretted in his heart why he didn't do what he had done in the first place.
Shave, burn incense scars!
But later I heard that this errand was from Bei Mingxiao before, and now it was passed to him, An Shucheng realized that even if he was in the coffin, as long as he still had a breath, the emperor would not let him escape so easily.
"The minister sees the emperor." An Shucheng entered the palace, but he had to play a grateful look: "The minister will do his best for the victims of the disaster."
The old emperor nodded: "I heard that you have a few houses idle. Right now, the victims have nowhere to live. Aiqing can't slack off."
An Shucheng almost vomited blood, knowing that the old emperor's beating was so bluntly that he was afraid that he would be passive in helping the disaster, but he was still very uncomfortable. This simply put him on the blade.