Chang Xian, Tong Gui and other guards came running.
Huang Laosi glanced at Changxian indifferently, and continued walking and watching for a full hour, nearly two hours.
Changxian followed, feeling anxious.
Since childhood, Chang Chengyou rarely showed too many emotions in front of Changxian.
Changxian couldn't see the emperor's happiness and anger, and he was nervous and nervous. He subconsciously grabbed the non-existent sleeve next to him, but it was empty.
Tong Gui, who was behind him, bent slightly and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, all of this is the hard work of Commander Chu, Your Highness, and everyone else. Although Commander Chu is not here, Your Highness is."
"I know this."
Changxian nodded, and the fear in his heart disappeared.
Huang Laosi was still walking in front, and he wanted to see every building, leading the hungry ministers to see it.
Look at each place, look at each place.
As if Huang Laosi couldn't get enough, he was in the huge southern suburbs of Zhuangzi, looking at nondescript houses, strange-shaped buildings, and incomprehensible ponds, feeling joy and sadness that he had never experienced before.
Finally, Huang Laosi returned to the "small square" of the first building.
The bonfire has been extinguished, and the refugees in the first building have returned to their houses, closing their doors tightly, restless and frightened.
Involuntarily, Huang Laosi sat on the wooden horse next to the swing.
This is a "little horse" that cannot be shaken, but it is made by the craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry and it is lifelike. The horse is very short, only reaching the position of Huang Laosi's thigh, and it is also very small.
The emperor sat on it, looking very funny and ridiculous.
But the officials with complicated expressions stood on both sides, and no one dared to laugh.
There was more than one small wooden horse, six, three pairs, horse head to horse head. There was also a box under the horse's belly, with a wooden gun inserted in it. It was as thin as a finger and less than thirty centimeters long.
When Huang Laosi first arrived here, several children were sitting on the wooden horse, fighting like two cavalry, shouting and waving wooden guns.
Sitting on the small wooden horse, Huang Laosi had no expression on his face, as if he was thinking.
Until now, he has not talked to any refugee except Qi Haoran.
We should talk, but Huang Laosi always felt that before talking, he had to do something first. If he didn't do it, he would have no face to face the refugees, let alone bend down to ask something.
The emperor raised his head, and the night shrouded the silent earth. The crescent moon like a knife flashed out from the gaps in the clouds like fish scales. The world was filled with hazy moonlight, like rising pieces of silver mist.
No one knows what the emperor is thinking, not even Sun An.
After a long while, Huang Laosi's face showed a smile, and then he looked at Zhou Pengfei, the supervisor behind Zhou Youwei.
"Zhou Qing's family."
The sound of "Qing family" scared Zhou Pengfei to shiver.
"Wei Chen is here."
"Sit on it." Huang Laosi pointed to the wooden horse opposite.
Zhou Pengfei was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a moment.
Huang Laosi was like a child, with a bright smile. He patted the horse's head in front of him, which was not much bigger than his fist. He shouted with an impatient smile: "Sit on it quickly and fight with me."
"Fighting...fighting?"
Zhou Pengfei looked at Huang Laosi's childlike and innocent smile, and there was a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.
He didn't know what the emperor was going to do, he just felt it instinctively. The emperor's smile, his bright smile, was like a giant beast ready to choose people to devour at any time.
No one knows what's going on with the emperor. Ever since he came here, the emperor's face has always been calm, as if he was hiding something.
Zhou Pengfei swallowed his saliva and sat on the wooden horse tremblingly.
Huang Laosi laughed and said, "The general will be named by his name."
Zhou Pengfei had a look of confusion on his face.
Huang Laosi took out the small wooden gun from the box on the abdomen of the Trojan horse. He grabbed the ridiculous small wooden gun in his palm and said, "I am going to Dachang to the emperor, and I am going to make a name for myself!"
Zhou Pengfei replied tremblingly: "Wei Chen, Wei Chen Supervisor Zhou Pengfei."
"If you don't draw your weapon yet, hurry up!"
Zhou Pengfei was so frightened that he quickly stood up and quickly fell to his knees: "Wei Chen doesn't dare, Wei Chen doesn't dare."
"Don't you dare?"
Huang Laosi's smile disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he pointed at the wooden horse with an expressionless face: "I want you to ride on it and pull out the wooden gun. I will only say this this time."
Under Huang Laosi's close gaze, Zhou Pengfei had no choice but to sit back again, and the cold sweat on his back had already wet his official robe.
"Draw out the weapon!"
Huang Laosi screamed again, and Zhou Pengfei had no choice but to do as he was told, but he couldn't point the ridiculous wooden gun at the emperor.
"Bold enemy general, you just said that Chu Qing, the deputy commander of Dachang Chao Qianqi Camp, wants to buy people's hearts!"
"Weichen, Weichen is the supervisor. I heard that..."
Before he could say the word "thing", his eyes blurred, and then he felt a sharp pain in his cheek.
Wooden gun, ridiculously short.
But the emperor's arms were very long and powerful, and they didn't look ridiculous at all.
That ridiculous wooden gun hit Zhou Pengfei's chin hard, almost knocking him down.
The ministers took a breath, and Huang Laosi shouted sharply again: "Just now, you said that the deputy commander of Dachang Dynasty Qianqiying used his power to suppress others and enrich his own pockets!"
"Wei Chen, Wei Chen..."
Zhou Pengfei never imagined that the emperor would actually take action, take action himself, and beat him in front of the ministers. His mind was already blank.
Another "gun" hit Zhou Pengfei on the cheek.
Huang Laosi released his "gun", put away his "gun", and clamped the "horse" in his belly. His movements were so funny.
But still no one dared to laugh out loud, or even take a deep breath.
Zhou Pengfei endured the severe pain on his face and knelt on the ground again.
"I know my mistake, Your Majesty, please calm down."
"Mount your horse!" Huang Laosi clutched the wooden gun tightly: "Since you dare to stand in my enemy's camp, don't beg for mercy!"
"Wei Chen doesn't dare, Wei Chen has never stood..."
"Mount!"
"Wei Chen..."
"Mount!"
Zhou Pengfei was already at a loss and sat back on the wooden horse for the second time, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Pa" the wooden gun was swept out for the third time and broke. The corners of Zhou Pengfei's eyes were dripping with blood.
Huang Laosi threw away the steal, stood up, and looked at Zhou Pengfei coldly.
"The clown!"
After finishing his words, Huang Laosi glanced at Zhou Youwei with his cold eyes.
Just this one glance made Zhou Youwei shaken to his core. With this cold glance, he felt the anger, the overwhelming anger.
"Zhou Qing's family."
Huang Laosi smiled again, the same smile he had just when he called Zhou Pengfei the Qing family.
"What do you think of Zhou Qing's family? How good is Chu Aiqing's efforts in helping the refugees?"
Zhou Youwei, the left minister of the Ministry of Etiquette, did not buy washing powder as a gift. He weighed the pros and cons in an instant.
"Your Majesty, Deputy Commander Chu has done a great job in rescuing the victims. Although this is unheard of, it has a miraculous effect. The refugees have something to eat and a place to live. His contribution is commendable."
After a pause, Zhou Youwei gritted his teeth and continued: "The money and food that can be used to relieve the victims must have been obtained by blackmailing the ministers, which is not the right way. If all the officials who provide peace and security follow suit in the future, the consequences will be disastrous. It is inconsistent with etiquette and law, inconsistent with the law, and inconsistent with the law." It is inconsistent with people’s hearts and moral principles.”
Huang Laosi's eyes kept beating.
Zhou Youwei didn't mess around in vain.
If you can’t find fault with the process, and if you can’t find fault with the result, then let’s find fault with the cause.
Whether Li Wenli or Zhou Youwei, they are currently in a fight to the death with Chu Qing, and there is no room for reconciliation. Therefore, this matter must be determined.
It is not advisable to extort money from other ministers to relieve the victims. Since it is not advisable, there is no merit at all.
Emperor, you can't encourage this kind of behavior. Once you say that this disaster relief is good, it is equivalent to admitting that Chu Qing's "blackmail" of money and food is correct.
Then a bigger question arises. On behalf of the emperor, Chu Qing is rescuing the victims, is he also "blackmailing" the ministers on behalf of the emperor? On the other hand, if the emperor highly praises this matter, how can there be any reputation at all? A connivance or even an instruction The emperor, who allowed his own troops to "humiliate" his ministers, also wanted to be known as a generous and benevolent person.
Huang Laosi's chest was rising and falling, and so was his face, which was uncertain.
After taking a deep breath, Huang Laosi finally endured it.
"Let us make a final decision on this matter. Whether it is a merit or demerit, we will discuss it in court."
Zhou Youwei breathed a sigh of relief, while Li Wenli looked unwilling.
Looking at Sun An, Huang Laosi said calmly: "Invite Mr. Qi here."
"yes."
Qi Haoran, who looked like a small transparent figure in the distance, walked over with a cane, looking cautious.
Huang Laosi showed a kind smile: "Uncle Qi, please don't be formal. I just took a casual look and chatted with the people."
"Do you still want to see it?" Qi Haoran said carelessly: "Your Majesty, you have seen all the buildings. Oh, yes, there is another building, Zhang Shinan Garden, which you haven't seen yet."
"Zhang Shinan?"
Huang Laosi subconsciously looked at a minister, who was Zhang Shinan, a doctor in the Ministry of Rites.
Zhang Shinan couldn't laugh or cry: "Why does this building have the same name as me?"
