Supervisor of Ceremonies.
Underground secret room.
In the spacious underground chamber, between the thick sacrificial pillars, Enhai sat cross-legged, silently practicing his kung fu.
Although this secret room is spacious and airy, there is always a sweet smell of blood that lingers for a long time.
Originally, there were children tied to those pillars, but now they were empty.
Only the bloodstains on the pillars showed that something had been here.
With the real power surging in his body, Enhai tried hard to recall the realization he had when he fought with the martial arts leader that day. He only felt that he had vaguely grasped something, but it was so close that it was difficult to truly comprehend it.
Immediately he stood up and walked out of the secret room, returning to the ceremonial supervisor.
Sitting on the Taishi chair, he said calmly:
"Someone is coming."
As soon as he finished speaking, a secret supervisor from Sticky Rod appeared in front of him, knelt down and said:
"Nine thousand years old."
Next to him were Jin Yiwei commander Zheng Haoran and several other confidants.
Enhai said slowly:
"How are you preparing the new batch of medicine?"
The secret supervisor at the sticky pole immediately lowered his head and said:
"Back when I was nine thousand years old, victims of the disaster in Hedong Road gathered outside the city recently. Many of them were selling their children and girls. It was easy to buy. The construction office has selected 300 children. They have been giving medicine to nurse them back to health in the past few days. They will be rehabilitated tomorrow. It can be sent to the imperial city to help you practice your magical skills."
Enhai closed her eyes and said slowly:
"If it's not enough, grab another six hundred and make up the total of nine hundred, leaving three hundred for me. The remaining six hundred will be sent to the blood altar according to the practice of previous years. Then I will give you what I ordered yesterday. The arrangements have been made.”
The body of the secret supervisor at the stick trembled slightly, and then he said quickly:
"yes."
Enhai then asked:
"Is there anything worth saying?"
The secret supervisor immediately said:
"At noon today, Prince Xian Li Mu went to the Yangxin Hall to provoke a fight, but was refuted by the Emperor and Concubine Jin in person. He fled back to the palace and peed his pants."
Hearing this, Enhai couldn't help but smile and said:
"Yes, he is indeed a idiot, and he suits my wishes."
The secret supervisor continued:
"The emperor then brought a group of spies in royal robes out of the palace in disguise and went to the porridge shack outside the city."
Enhai raised the corner of his mouth slightly, shook his head slightly, and said:
"I tasted the sweetness of Mingjun during my last incognito private visit. Do you want to gain some fame this time?"
Gao Rong, the governor of the East Factory, said slowly:
"The emperor is still immature after all. He doesn't know what it means to treat disaster victims like animals. He wants to rely on his mouth to provide relief? Humph, he doesn't know whether to live or die."
Zheng Haoran, the commander of the Jin Yiwei on the side, quickly smiled and said:
"What Grandpa Gan is saying is, can the victims of the disaster still be considered human beings? The little emperor probably wanted to go out of the city to appease the victims and gain a reputation. He didn't bring any rice or noodles, so it would be fine if the victims didn't eat him, but he would die. It doesn’t matter if you are among the rioters, after three days, it will be easier.”
Enhai was noncommittal and closed his eyes slightly, obviously not taking this matter seriously.
The emperor was originally a puppet in the palm of his hand, a plaything in the cage. What he really cared about were the nine surnames and ten clans, and the local vassal towns!
But I just happened to take advantage of this heaven-sacrifice ceremony to have a showdown with these rebellious officials and traitors.
Seeing that En Hai didn't say anything, he obviously didn't care about the little emperor's private visit in disguise, and now he started practicing with his eyes closed again, so everyone quickly and quietly left.
They have been working under Enhai for a long time, so they naturally understand how thoughtful and deep Enhai is.
Everything is just waiting for the shocking event in three days!
…
In the direction of the porridge shed, there was a commotion, which was also mixed with curses, screams, and crying.
I saw the patrolmen of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division guarding the porridge shed, raising their long swords high in the air, and using the back of the sword, they immediately knocked down the people who were leading the trouble in front of them to the ground.
The remaining victims shouted and retreated, but the curses continued.
"You corrupt officials will not die well!"
"This is not porridge, this is clearly water! Porridge, porridge, good porridge!"
"I want to eat, I want to eat rice! I will die a full man!"
"Mom, I'm so hungry, so hungry..."
"Aww, you guys, you are so bullying! Don't you have any conscience?"
"..."
Amidst the shouts and curses, I saw Xu Jiyuan, the head of the Department of Public Affairs of Gyeonggi Province, standing up on the high platform. Under the protection of a group of soldiers, he pointed at the victims and shouted:
"You unscrupulous people! Instead of staying in your hometown and working hard, you come to the capital to beg for food. Now the court gives you a mouthful of food, but you are still here to pick and choose. It is simply shameless!"
The leader, a skinny man from the victims, said loudly:
"Master, we also want to eat in our own hometown, and we also want to work hard to farm, but our fields and homes are flooded, but we can't eat or farm anywhere!?"
Xu Jiyuan narrowed his eyes and sneered:
"They are just a bunch of lazy idlers who want to lie down and let people feed their food into their mouths. Why, do you still have any reason? The fields are flooded. Can we cultivate them when the water recedes? Besides, the house is idle. If our houses and fields are rented out, wouldn’t they also be an income?”
"Today, the imperial court showed mercy and opened the Beijing granary to provide food to feed idle people like you, but you are still picky and dissatisfied with this and that. Did I ask you to come here? I think you are just causing trouble on purpose, I think. Want to rebel!"
Then he waved his hand and shouted:
"Come here! I'll tie up this idle guy who is leading the trouble. He'll tie him to the pillar of the porridge shed. If anyone dares to cause trouble again, he'll be killed on the spot! These troublemakers should be subject to strict laws and regulations!"
There was an uproar among the victims immediately. The men who had just taken the lead were so panicked by what he said that they wanted to defend themselves:
"So that the adults will know that the small people's homes only have one acre of thin farmland, and there are no extra farmhouses or houses to rent out!"
"The common people are not idlers. They really have no choice. They have no land to plant and no work to do..."
"My lord, this is unfair, my lord!"
While he was talking, a group of patrolmen from the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, like wolves and tigers, had already pounced into the crowd and were about to catch the leading victims.
The victims were just a mass of scattered sand. When they heard that Xu Jiyuan had even been accused of treason, they all panicked and fled in all directions. Even though the soup was about to be given, they did not dare to ask for it.
For a time, there were cries, screams, excuses, and curses.
The victims who had just defended themselves with Xu Jiyuan were already very weak due to long-term malnutrition. At this time, they could not outrun the fierce soldiers of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division. They had just taken a few steps and were already caught one after another.
First he was punched and kicked, then his arms were twisted behind his back, and he was pushed to the porridge shed and prepared to be tied to the pillars.
All the victims were silent at this time, and they did not dare to say anything in the face of the officers and soldiers' shining swords.
At this moment, a voice came from the crowd:
"Wait!"
(End of chapter)
