There will never be a shortage of ruthless people in this world, and Liu Wei's ruthlessness was vividly displayed in the fire in Nanchifang City.
Even without any evidence, or even just relying on his years of experience in officialdom, Wei Qinghe noticed something was wrong at the first time.
Too many coincidences often mean that they are not coincidences. He told Liu Ke his guess, and the soldiers immediately started rummaging around in the Cuihong Building.
"Why is the capital getting more and more chaotic? In the past few years, one thing has happened after another, and I haven't even had a peaceful life!"
Sitting next to Wei Qinghe, Liu Ke couldn't help but sigh.
Wei Qinghe shook his head: "Actually, the capital has never been peaceful. It's just that the saints were supporting you in the past. Now it's your Majesty's turn."
Where can anyone have a peaceful life in the capital city of this country?
The battles between monarch and ministers, the court, the officials and the people, and even the battles between Daxia and the vassal states and the northern barbarians were the winds that never stopped in the Forbidden City.
The soldiers brought the account book of Cuihonglou. Wei Qinghe just flipped through it casually and handed it to Liu Ke calmly: "Look, the old man Pixiu from the Ministry of Finance is crying about poverty every day, but is Daxia short of money? ? An court lady is worth one hundred thousand taels of silver. A night of spring supper is really worth a thousand gold!"
Even without looking at it, Liu Ke knew how amazing the Cuihonglou's income was.
He curled his lips and said: "It's all money earned from eating human bones. Old Fourteen will not be afraid of being unable to sleep at night with it... Can't you issue an order to demolish the Qin Tower and Chu Pavilion in the world?"
"You stupid boy, since something can exist, it proves that it has the value of existence. It is better to serve others and survive than to starve to death and freeze to death."
Wei Qinghe's words put Liu Ke into a confusion. He was born into a noble family and had lived in luxury for more than thirty years. He knew the hardships of the poor people, but he could not imagine how difficult it was.
Wei Qinghe was different. He came from a humble background, farmed and suffered hardships, and worked hard all the way to the top of the world.
He knew very well how much darkness was covered up by the gorgeous carols in the prosperous age of Zhaoyuan.
He knew that there were too many innocent souls buried under the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion, but if the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion were gone, there would be more miserable people who would not even have a last chance to survive.
This is a difficult problem that has no solution at the moment, unless...
well!
Unless he is really the Supreme Lord, who can wave his hand and conjure enough food to fill the stomachs of millions of Daxia subjects!
"Sincerely, all I can do is try to reduce the darkness as much as possible!"
Bang!
The door was pushed open, and a little fat man rushed in. He picked up the teapot on Liu Ke's table and started...
"Hiss...ah...I'm so thirsty!"
Jia Cong was swarthy, his face was covered with dust, and his purple official robe was almost black.
He slumped on the chair and continued: "With the support of the Five Cities Soldiers and the Imperial Guards patrolling the city, the fire has been controlled. A restaurant and two shops were burned, and the number of casualties has not yet been counted. But in my opinion, no less than Dozens of people."
Ding ding dong dong…
There were loud and small metal knocking sounds everywhere in Cuihong Building, and Liu Ke suddenly sneered: "The fourteenth old man is no worse than the Dragon Guards in doing this. These people who like to come to Cuihong Building to play, I'm afraid they have no secrets. I can’t hide it from Prince Zhongxin’s palace.”
"It's just a copper pipe exploration, it's expected."
Wei Qinghe was not surprised at all. Which Qin Lou Chu Pavilion was not like this? It is the secret door of the small border town and the best place to get information.
Jia Cong held the teapot in his arms and nibbled several pieces of fruits, finally feeling relieved.
He was originally curious about what the royal guards were looking for, but after hearing the conversation between the two, he already had an idea.
It seems that someone has annoyed the old man. Is he trying to scare the monkeys?
The items that the soldiers found from time to time were mostly books such as account books, but the contents were different.
Wei Qinghe flipped through the pages, his calmness was terrifying.
The majesty of a country's chief minister, not to mention the little Maomao like Jia Cong, is the dignity of Liu Ke.
None of the princes of the country could withstand the increasingly cold pressure.
"It seems that I am thinking simply. This may give the poor a way out, but it will also make the carnivores lose their respect for the way of heaven!"
What is the way of heaven? The destiny of the people is the way of heaven!
"Go and tell the story of Yin Tang Yude of Shuntian Prefecture."
Zaifu's order is not much worse than the imperial edict.
The official Yin of Shuntian Prefecture worshiped the third rank and wore a goldfish bag and a purple robe. However, in front of Wei Qinghe, who was wearing a Confucian robe, he did not even dare to raise his head.
"Yin of the Tang Dynasty..."Z.br>
"The official is here."
Wei Qinghe handed over the booklet in his hand: "Go and check, how many of these women were kidnapped, how many are still alive, how many died in this beautiful Fengyue Tower, and who killed them So many lives. Find out, arrest those who deserve to be arrested, and kill those who deserve to be killed!"
Tang Yude didn't even read the brochure, his face was full of helplessness and embarrassment.
No brothel in the world is clean, and he knows exactly whose property Cuihong House belongs to.
Who to arrest? Who to kill? Do you want him to rush into Prince Zhongxin's palace and arrest people?
Is it Prince Zhongxin’s head that falls off faster, or Tang Yude’s head that falls off faster?
He held the book and said bitterly: "Master..."
"Go ahead, everyone from the prince to the prince, as long as I have the final say, can be killed!"
Wei Qinghe finally compromised, and Liu Ke opened his mouth and finally turned his head.
Forget it, let Fourteenth go ahead and use the heads of the Zhen family to make up the numbers.
Tang Yude fearfully held the brochure and left Cuihong Mansion. Wei Qinghe was silent for a long time and suddenly asked: "Do you think I am hypocritical? As the saying goes, a prince who commits a crime is as guilty as a commoner. If he is sold into Cuihong Mansion within a year, There are five hundred and sixty-six women, and I don’t know how many ghosts are looking at me, but I don’t even dare to mention the mastermind behind the scenes.”
"so much!"
Jia Cong's first reaction was to look at the vague figure in the room upstairs.
Cuihonglou only has a few dozen people at most. This year there are 566 people. Where are the people? died? Or resell elsewhere?
Liu Ke couldn't answer Wei Qinghe's question, but Jia Cong felt a little sorry for the old man.
How can any prince break the law and commit the same crime as the common people? There is no fairness in this world, and there has never been any fairness.
Being able to do your best to protect these poor people is already amazing.
At least Sage Kong couldn’t do it back then!
"Jia Cong..."
Um?
"There is too much darkness in this world. I am old and have forgotten my original vow. You are born with wisdom. I hope you will not let down the wisdom and ability that God gave you. Give it a try. There must be someone to take your place. The people of this land bring a ray of light."
Wei Qinghe put his hand on Jia Cong's head, and the hope in his eyes made the little fat man feel uncomfortable.
He has no innate wisdom, just an inconspicuous memory from his previous life.
There has never been a shortage of smart people in this land. Which of the adults in the court is not better than me?
Jia Cong wanted to pat away the warm hands on his head, but he was ultimately defeated by the old man's expectant eyes.
Oh, what a fucking bully, you will pick on me, a soft-hearted persimmon!
It’s so stressful!
Jia Cong nodded and did not make any bold words. He could not guarantee how far he could achieve it, so he would try his best.
"Reporting to the Grand Master, a secret room was found in the backyard, and the brothers found these things in it..."
An ordinary wooden box with a lock hanging on it.
Wei Qinghe asked his soldiers to open it with a knife. There were three thick booklets inside, which were very similar to the previous booklets, but the contents inside made Wei Qinghe frown.
Liu Ke and Jia Cong both wanted to put their heads over to take a look, but saw the old man closing it with a snap.
"This is not what you should see!"
Wei Qinghe put the three books away, thought for a moment and added: "The contents inside are not suitable to be made public at this time. I will enter the palace immediately."
Come to see me, the Cuihong Tower, burn it down! "
The old man said so, but Liu Ke and Jia Cong still didn't understand the seriousness of the matter.
Even the prince of the country has to hide something, I'm afraid it's so big.
The two of them were like chickens pecking at rice. Wei Qinghe was about to leave with the book in his arms. Liu Ke thought for a moment and said, "Master Wei, wait a moment... Jia Xiaosan, please take someone to escort Master Wei into the palace in person and deliver it to the fourth brother. You don’t have to worry about things here.”
Wei Qinghe remained silent along the way, and Jia Cong did not dare to disturb the old man's meditation.
The palace gate was rarely opened at night, and the carriage entered the palace city until it reached the gate of Qinzheng Palace.
Xia Shouzhong personally welcomed Wei Qinghe into the palace. Not long after, a young eunuch came out and told Jia Cong that the emperor asked him to take a rest in the side hall.
With countless doubts in his heart, Jia Cong lay on the bed and tossed and turned all night.
There is no major umrah, and even minor umrah gatherings have been suspended.
The emperor never summoned him. As time passed, Jia Cong was finally too sleepy to open his eyes and fell asleep in the side hall.
It was not until after noon that Master Pardon put the confused Jia Cong into the carriage and returned to Rongguo Mansion.
After devouring the food, Mr. Pardon said: "Old Thirteen has offended the public this time. Not only did he burn down Nanchifang City last night, but he also led people to destroy Prince Zhongxin's Palace, Prince Yizhong's Palace, and North Island early this morning. Four princely palaces including Prince Jing's Mansion and Prince Xining's Mansion, two marquis mansions, and the residences of five third-rank and above officials were smashed to pieces, turning the capital into an uproar. San'er, tell dad the truth, Old Thirteen this time What are you crazy about?"
Oh my God, Liu Ke is so fierce?
Jia Cong was also stunned: "Dad, let your son figure this out first!"
Didn’t you say that we would only smash the mansions of a few princes? Why did the entire capital city get smashed up?
Jia Cong picked up the important things and talked about them quickly, and the pardon master fell into a strange silence.
I couldn't help but think about some things carefully. It only took half an hour for Master Pardon to figure out the whole story.
"Damn it, someone is stirring up trouble. Old Thirteen was used as a gun! This bastard, he didn't understand that someone was taking advantage of him!"
Jia Cong didn't know the reason: "He was being used as a weapon, so Master Thirteen decided to make a plan to scare the snake and find out who was using his name to do something."
"Bullshit! I'm talking about him going crazy in Cuihong Mansion!"
Mr. Pardon was a little anxious: "Think about it, if Old Thirteen knew that someone was pretending to be someone who had done something wrong to him, who would be the first person to suspect him?"
Jia Cong replied without hesitation: "Of course it's that bitch Liu Wei."
"Look, even you think so. But what if the person pretending to be Lao Shisan is not Liu Yan? If Lao Shisan and Liu Yan fight, what will happen to the court? What will happen to the capital?"
The Pardon Master became unusually shrewd and threw Jia Cong far away from Zhengyang Street: "The General Affairs Department is in chaos. Liu Wei's people and Lao Shisan's people are handing out papers. You stab me." I'll stab your balls in the waist and we'll fight like crazy. The saint was so angry that he almost fainted. Your Majesty and the Grand Prime Minister are still discussing in the Qinzheng Hall how to calm down this sudden turmoil."
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