But now when officials ask questions, he must answer.
He must do everything to please the officials in order to ensure his status in the officials.
What should I do? Dong Songchen's eyes immediately started to move.
Seeing Mou Zicai recording in a corner, Dong Songchen had an idea.
He bowed respectfully to Lizong and said, "In the official family, the living man often goes home. If he knows about this, you might as well let him answer."
Having said this, he immediately retreated behind Lizong.
One of them is a personal eunuch, and the other is a living person. They are both the closest people to the official family.
Although one of them is a eunuch and the other is a civil servant, they should be colleagues in a certain sense.
Lizong did not speak, but looked at Mou Zicai.
"Officers, this humble minister knows a thing or two." Mou Zicai had no choice but to step forward, bow his hands, and tell the truth.
Lizong drank the spring breeze while listening to Mou Zicai tell the whole story.
Lizong suddenly slammed the teacup in his hand on the floor. With a few bangs and bangs, the teacup shattered into pieces.
He pointed in the direction of Ying Tian Mansion, his chest heaving up and down, and he said bitterly: "It was fine, but it turns out it was the traitor Qin Hui who caused this."
Dong Songchen hurriedly stepped forward to put away the broken teacup, and then made him another cup of tea.
After Lizong smashed the tea cup, he felt relieved.
He looked at Mou Zi and asked, "Why does Lin'an Mansion still have to supervise the production?"
"I reported to the officials that Lin'an Prefecture often went to the Ewang Temple construction site to find faults. The construction site believed that Lin'an Prefecture was supervising their construction, so they named it Supervisor." Mou Zicai explained with a wry smile.
Lizong slammed the teacup to the ground again, and the teacup shattered again.
His fingers were trembling as he pointed at the Taixue Academy: "This group of Taixue students are so courageous. They even resorted to talking about government supervision."
Mou Zi didn't dare to answer, and only had a wry smile on his face.
The imperial student is so bold. He forced the prime minister to death and forced former officials to fulfill their filial piety. That one is bold.
Mou Zicai just thought this way, but of course he didn't dare to say it.
Lizong saw Mou Zicai's wry smile and shook his head. Of course he knew that this group of imperial students were lawless.
At this time, Dong Songchen made another cup of Drunk Spring Breeze for Lizong. Lizong picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Taiwan students are a group of students. In addition to studying, what else can they build the Ewang Temple? Talking nonsense will inevitably end in failure." After Lizong drank tea, he also sobered up and sneered while telling the result of his guess.
He said this and looked at Mou Zicai, hoping that he would give an answer.
"Report it to the officials, it's true, it's just, it's just." Mou Zi didn't know how to say this, and he hesitated.
Lizong frowned, looked at him lightly, and said with a calm expression: "But it doesn't matter."
"It is true that the imperial students do not know how to build, and the shopkeeper built the temple even without it. As a result, Lin'an Mansion found out. This group of princely students immediately hired a shopkeeper." Mou Zi thought for a while, and then reported the result.
Hearing this, Lizong couldn't help frowning: "Why does Lin'an Prefecture do this? Isn't it allowed for the world to see the Taisheng's joke?"
"Report to the officials, Lin'an Mansion is the supervisor. If he doesn't say it, it will be suspected of insufficient supervision. Besides, if someone donates money, someone will definitely remind him that it is only a matter of time to ask the shopkeeper." Mou Zi thought for a moment, and immediately answer.
Although Mou Zicai said this, he thought in his heart, little saint, I can only help you so far.
Upon hearing this, Lizong glanced at Mou Zicai.
Mou Zicai was a little surprised, but when he thought about it, Lin'an Mansion was handling this matter and it had little to do with him.
Fortunately, after Lizong looked at him, he walked around the case while thinking.
Lizong suddenly stopped turning and sat down while drinking tea.
He looked at Mou Zicai and asked in a deep voice: "Who is this shopkeeper and what are his skills?"
Since the shopkeeper had become irreplaceable, Lizong inquired about the shopkeeper's skills.
"Tell the officials, I heard that this shopkeeper has a good background and has even built a hanging garden." Mou Zicai replied while saluting.
Lizong became a little confused, picked up the tea cup and wanted to throw it out.
When he saw Mou Zicai here, he felt it was unbecoming of an official, so he finally took it back.
He suppressed the anger in his heart and asked in a deep voice: "Jiansou, what is the name of this shopkeeper? How old is he?"
"This man is about thirty years old, his surname is Liu Mingquan." Mou Zi didn't understand why the officials wanted to know this, so he had to report it.
Lizong frowned again and asked in confusion: "This man is still able to build a hanging garden at such a young age?"
It turned out that the officials wanted to know this, and Mou Zi was relieved.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but Dong Songchen felt nervous because he remembered something.
"Reporting to the officials, the old slave remembered something, which is related to the Hanging Garden." Dong Songchen stepped forward and bowed, and reported to Lizong respectfully.
Lizong's tense face suddenly relaxed. This was his personal eunuch and he had always been the leader. He was not like those ministers who had a bad temper and took pride in admonishing others.
Lizong hated these offenders who came to remonstrate with ministers from the bottom of his heart, thinking that they obtained the so-called reputation through direct remonstrance.
Although he extremely disliked these ministers who were forthright in admonishing him, he had to put on a smile and listen to the ministers' advice.
If he doesn't do this, he will be a fool and will be infamy for the rest of his life.
So he most likes to return to the harem and listen to Dong Songchen say some thoughtful words.
He nodded slightly and said only one word: "Say."
"Report to the officials, I heard from the sage that the Hanging Garden is a royal property." Dong Songchen replied respectfully.
There is a reason why he said this. This hanging garden is something that only the legendary gods can enjoy.
What's wrong with the things that gods enjoy? They are not royal property.
If you say this, you will definitely be liked by the officials.
"Nie Chen." Mou Zicai cursed in his heart, and at the same time he was very shocked by Dong Songchen's words.
He never expected that the famous Hanging Garden would be a royal property.
Could it be that the officials didn't know that Mou Zi couldn't help but look towards Lizong.
Lizong was also stunned, with some surprise on his face, and said to Dong Songchen: "Call the saint."
After a cup of tea, Xie Daoqing came over.
She couldn't help but frown when she saw the palace maid playing the piano.
This woman is obviously not a real palace maid, and she obviously has a hint of prostitution.
Although she hid it well, Xie Daoqing, who had sharp eyes, still noticed it at a glance.
However, she was very well-educated, and Lizong didn't like her. She was getting older and less eager to compete for favor.
Lizong was a little embarrassed. He never expected that he would be caught by the queen while soliciting a prostitute.
Although Lizong was an official, Xie Daoqing was in charge of the harem, and he could not interfere with this.
If Xie Daoqing insisted on expelling this prostitute who was not a palace maid or beating her to death, Lizong had no other option but to plead with Xie Daoqing.
When the fake palace maid saw Xie Daoqing's sharp gaze, she trembled with fright and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.
This is the master of the harem, and the power of her life and death is in the hands of this person, not the officials.
There was pleading in her eyes, and she said respectfully: "I have seen the saint."
Xie Daoqing snorted and ignored her, which made Lizong breathe a sigh of relief.
After looking at the prostitute lightly, Xie Daoqing bowed to Lizong Wanfu and said, "The official is here to find me, what's the important matter?"
"I heard that the Hanging Garden belongs to our family. What's going on?" Lizong felt that he was in the wrong and wanted to get closer, so he replaced the royal family with us.
Hearing this, Xie Daoqing felt warm in his heart and said calmly: "This is the restaurant and teahouse jointly owned by me and Zhao Ping. Why do the officials ask about this?"
She and Lizong were husband and wife in name only, but in fact they were rarely together.
She was lonely to begin with, and she didn't have a son or a daughter.
In fact, Lizong did not have many children. One son named Zhao Wei died in two or three months, leaving only a twelve-year-old princess of Rui.
The biological mother of Princess Rui is Concubine Jia, and Xie Daoqing is only her nominal mother.
Moreover, Princess Rui was not raised by Xie Daoqing, but by the very favored Concubine Yan.
With no biological children, no adopted children, no nourishing love, I feel even more lonely and lonely.
For some reason, when she thought of Zhao Ping, who was about the same age as Princess Rui, she wanted to adopt him as her adopted son.
Zhao Ping was not only talented in governing the country, but also loyal to the officials.
If it weren't for Zhao Ping, the palace's expenses could only be described as overdraft every year.
She really wanted to replace Zhao Ping with Ping'er, but she still called her Zhao Ping.
After all, her mother's status is not trivial.
If you accept Zhao Ping as your adopted son, what will happen to the people of the world and what will happen to the officials of the court?
After all, official families do not have sons.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Haha, you are a virtuous saint. I didn't expect that this hanging garden, which is said to be accessible only to gods, actually belongs to our family. I wonder how many percent do we hold, and how many percent does Zhao Ping hold?" Hearing that this hanging garden is indeed mine, but it is not complete. It was his own, and Lizong always felt a little uncomfortable.
The dragon is selfish, so the dragon has reverse scales and is a loner.
Such beautiful things should be enjoyed by yourself.
Xie Daoqing gave another Wanfu gift: "For the official family, we take 30%, and Zhao Ping takes 70%."
"What, Zhao Ping actually accounts for 70%, and we only account for 30%?" He thought that the royal family would account for the majority, but he did not expect that Zhao Ping would account for 70%.
Xie Daoqing smiled tenderly and explained the reason: "Although Zhao Ping only accounts for 70% of the official family, all of them are actually from Zhaojiazhuang. We are just sitting back and enjoying the gains."
What Xie Daoqing was thinking was that the most they could do was send people to drive away some flies without eyes.
"Zhao Ping is so rich, and he still cares about us." Hearing what Xie Daoqing said, Lizong felt better, but he felt that there was still a thorn in his heart.
Lizong was surprised, and Mou Zi was even more surprised.
He just felt that the expenses in the palace were much better than before, but he never expected that it was due to him, a fellow countryman.
Thinking that someone in the court is trying their best to suppress the little saint, I wonder if it can be of help to the little saint?
The official seems to like the little saint, but the official is not a strong-willed person and is very influenced by his subordinates.
In particular, the little saint is not only famous and wealthy, but also has a security team that can compete with the barbarians.
He is so outstanding that it can be said that Uncle Xie Fang, Xu Qingsou and others are jealous.
Mou Zicai was both happy and worried about this little fellow.
Seeing the little saint's success in fighting Hu, he couldn't help but think of another person, that is King E.
King E was both civil and military, and so was the little saint.
The king of E killed the Jin Kingdom to pieces, and the little sage also defeated the Hu people twice, and also occupied Xixian County, competing with 50% of the Hu people's army.
The King of E was killed by Qin Hui, a great traitor and treacherous traitor, on unfounded charges. The Song Dynasty completely lost the opportunity to recover, and was forced to cede territory, pay tribute, and claim vassal status, and stayed on one side.
What will happen to the little saint? Will he also be persecuted by the court like Uncle Xie Fang?
In fact, not only Uncle Xie Fang, Xu Qingsou and others were jealous of him, but even Lizong was also somewhat suspicious of him.
Without him, it's just that the little saint is too dazzling and dazzling, and does not conform to the golden mean.
But if he follows the golden mean, can he still solve the difficulties in the palace? Can he still defeat the barbarians? Can he still become a little saint?
Thinking of this, Mou Zi couldn't help but become confused.
Perhaps, a person who does not arouse envy is a mediocre person.
The Little Saint was born for the Song Dynasty. Perhaps with him, the Song Dynasty could find peace.
Thinking of this, Mou Zi secretly swore that he decided to do everything he could to ensure the safety of the little saint.
He was thinking about the little saint, and Xie Daoqing was also thinking about the little saint.
Xie Daoqing knew Lizong's thoughts and could not let the officials misunderstand Zhao Ping.
She gave another Wanfu gift and smiled gently: "For an official, 30-70 is the gross income. In fact, the net profit is still 50-50."
"I wonder if the saint is watching this hanging garden?" Lizong finally felt better and was very curious about this hanging garden.
Xie Daoqing couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Guanjia, I've seen my body somewhere, and I was just thinking of going out to have a look."
Although she is the master of the harem, she still needs official approval to go out.
Now that the official asked about it, he obviously wanted to go out together.
"Sage, Concubine Yan also wants to go out and have a look." Xie Daoqing thought that the couple were going out together, but he didn't expect that Lizong was thinking of another woman.
This woman is very coquettish and enjoys the sole favor of Lizong. It can even be said that she has thousands of favors in one body.
In order to express his love for Concubine Yan Guifei, Lizong gave her countless rewards, but this was nothing more.
Concubine Yan liked Buddhism and wanted to build a temple of merit and virtue. Emperor Lizong did not hesitate to use the national treasury and spend huge sums of money. He sent officials to various states and counties to collect wood for the first time, making the people uneasy.
This is second to none. In order to find suitable beams and pillars, Lizong actually wanted to cut down the ancient pines from the Jin Dynasty in front of Lingyin Temple.
Fortunately, Monk Yuan Zhao, the abbot of Lingyin Temple, wrote a poem: "I don't plant pine trees and poria cocos, just because the mountains are green all the time. The old monk is not allowed to remove the pine trees, leaving them to be used as a painting screen in the West Lake." This way the ancient pine trees were saved.
It took three years to build this Gongde Temple, which cost a lot of money. It was even more magnificent than the Gongde Temple of the royal ancestors. It was called "Sai Lingyin Temple" at the time.
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