Chapter 1484

It's impossible to give money. It's impossible to give money in this life!

The sixth Prince looks green. After staring at Liu Wei fiercely, he plans to endure this festival first. After leaving the hall, he can talk with the official Yin.

What kind of donation is nothing for this sinister young man. He will never give a million Liang!

As soon as Liu Wei looked at the expression of the sixth prince, she knew his mind. She chuckled and pushed the inexplicably excited government Yin, saying: "you should not only put on the watch, but also watch it now. It happens that the prince is there, and all the people involved in this matter are also there. You can't let the one million liang of the king's donation be silent. You have to let everyone know and see it, so that you can show the king's benevolence Heart benevolence and virtue, do you think that's the reason? "

The magistrate hesitated for a moment and quickly agreed: "it's the truth, it's the truth. The king's broad mind naturally requires thousands of families to sing, and he can't treat the king badly."

The sixth Prince stared at Liu Wei, trying to poke some holes in him.

Manager Qiu, who had not spoken for a long time over there, also began at this time with relief: "the style of the talented people in Beijing should be just like the king, benefiting the country and the people, and being kind."

The sixth prince was so angry that his nose was askew, his eyes were dazzled, and he could hardly breathe.

Just as he was saying, the magistrate had borrowed the master's pen and paper, and had a cursory recitation of the text. He entrusted it to his servant, and asked him to take it to the palace.

This was his last chance. The sixth Lord immediately got up his spirits and winked at the guard who took over the performance.

The guard received the order, nodded and left quietly.

The sixth prince was relieved to know that the recital could not be sent to the palace, and finally he was half relieved.

But Liu Wei came to him at this time, murmuring: "the heart is really big."

The sixth Prince frowned at her.

Liu Wei smiled at him.

The sixth prince was stunned at first, and then reacted suddenly. This man was in front of him, but he was with Qian Mengyao's little beast!

I'm afraid that as soon as you go out of the yamen, you will take away the recital in the hands of the guards!

Today's saint is a man who loves money as much as his life. As his brother, the sixth Prince knows it clearly. If this recital is really sent, it will cost 1 million Liang in vain, and it will not make the face laugh!

Six Wang Ye is greatly stimulated, a breath didn't come up, almost past.

Seeing this, Liu Wei hurriedly said, "I'm tired of standing. I'm not ready to prepare tables and chairs for him. The recital has been sent out. How can I wait until the palace has a reply? We have to stay here for a while."

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The sixth Lord guessed it right. When the guard left the Yamen with the recital, he was about to find a place to tear it up. A few smart guards appeared out of the sky, but then they fainted in the back alley. The recital fell into the hands of several guards.

Later, things will come naturally.

Half an hour later, the recital fell into the hands of today's sages.

When he received the play, the sage was playing chess with people in the imperial garden. Opposite him sat a hale and hearty old man with white beard and white hair. The old man was carefully thinking about the chessboard with black hands.

The waiting Kung Fu of the holy master opened the playing text and looked at two lines, but he laughed.

His laughter interrupted the old man's thoughts. The old man looked up and asked, "what's the matter?"

The holy one handed the playing paper to him and said, "I don't know what happened to the old six. Well done, I want to donate 1 million Liang to the Treasury. When did this child have such a heart?"

When the old man heard him mention the six princes, his eyes were deep, and he thought about it, saying, "the six princes are not children for a long time."

The saint paused for a moment and sighed, "it's grown up. It's not as lovely as when he was young. It's just a brother. I'm his brother. Who else can tolerate him in the world except me?"

The old man put down the sunspot, and his face was as black as ink: "the emperor knows that the prince has long been reluctant to surrender."

In case the old man broke the window paper, the emperor's expression was immediately embarrassed.

The old man stood up, his eyes sharp, and his voice forced: "when is the emperor going to indulge him?"

The emperor stood up and said respectfully, "first, Taifu."

"No more." Nanzheng, the former grand Fu of Xianyan Kingdom, strained his face and looked very difficult to speak: "people in their forties still let you be a child like pet. Do you know that it's to raise tigers for trouble? Knowing that he has a rebellious heart, you not only forgive him many times, but also forgive him many times. If you really don't want to be the emperor, it will be passed on to the prince. The prince has more brains than you! "

The king of a country can't be scolded to lift his head, but there is no retort. The eunuchs and maids who serve beside him are scared out of their wits, but only Fuxiang, the oldest eunuch who followed the emperor, knows that this kind of thing has happened before.

Between the emperor and Taifu, it was said that they were teachers and students. In fact, they had been in love with their father and son for a long time. At the beginning, the emperor died of illness. The emperor had not yet reached the crown. In the fierce court, he could not get down at all. There were hundreds of officials prevaricating and deceiving before, and then the crown prince was ready to move. At that time, the emperor was supported only by Taifu's power of public opinion and guarantee.The emperor's whole life's talent, learning and accomplishment, and the way of governing the country are not taught by the first emperor, but by the Taifu.

Taifu not only taught the emperor how to be a king, but also taught him how to be a man.

In my heart, the emperor regards Taifu as a benefactor.

Ji Nanzheng scolded the students who didn't strive for success, but he didn't contradict the emperor, so he listened to him with his head down honestly. He became more angry and scolded more harshly: "where have you learned, public or private, good or bad, and all your knowledge? Today, you will reply to me, "six kings, will you punish or not?"

The emperor's intestines are all regretful now. He knew that he shouldn't have told Taifu the content of the recital just now, or he is still playing chess well.

It's hard for Taifu to go back to Beijing. He doesn't want to disobey the old man's will, and he doesn't want to be cruel to his only brother.

What should I do?

Just as he was trying to figure out, the emperor suddenly heard the exclamation of the young boy from the other side of the small pond.

The emperor immediately raised his head, pointed to the small pond and said, "did the child who was just brought into the palace by Taifu go there?"

Ji Nanzheng was stunned and turned white.

The emperor said again, "it rained in front of us. The pond is deep. Don't fall down. Fuxiang, take someone to have a look."

As soon as he fell into the water, Ji Nanzheng couldn't sit down and hurriedly ran past. Just then, he saw his great grandson sticking his head out of the pond.

"Xiaoli!" Ji Nanzheng shouts, his voice changes.

The emperor quickly scolded the eunuch maid behind him: "what are you doing standing up? Don't hurry to rescue people!"

"No more." Floating in the water, Xiaoli spits out the dirty water and drags a little girl who is crying to pieces. As she paddles to the bank, she says, "I've saved it. I don't need to come down."

Now they saw that there was another girl in the water, but she was a girl in the shape of three or four years old.

"Qinger?" The emperor was shocked.

The man in the water is no one else. He is the youngest daughter of the emperor, Princess Wen Qing, the little princess born to concubine Xin.