"Your Majesty, that little minister is leaving first."
"My father was appointed to the Ministry of Household Affairs alone, so he is weak and weak."
"I have to help out!" Lin Bei cupped his hands and left.
Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. The emperor might have been smiling just a second ago.
In the next second, they will shout to fight and kill.
My whole body felt uncomfortable being with him.
"Zhaozhao fainted when he learned about this."
"If anything happens to her, I will ask you for it!" The emperor clenched his fists, turned around and left with the queen.
That was his favorite daughter.
If it weren't for this damn Lin Bei Fengliu's reputation.
Don’t believe the rumors easily and faint from anger!
"It's difficult!" Lin Bei frowned.
It's hard to be the princess's consort!
Finally escaped the crisis.
As a loyal prince, he could be as carefree as he wanted.
He can afford to marry a hundred and eighty concubines!
What kind of consort are you?
Once you become the consort, you will only have one woman like the princess in your life.
And you can't stop the princess from raising her face.
What if this princess is a slutty one.
Raise one hundred and eighty noodles.
That's equivalent to wearing a cuckold on him one hundred and eighty times!
However, if he breaks off the engagement, I'm afraid the old emperor will tear him alive.
You still have to marry.
But after marrying the princess, he will be the head of the family no matter at home or outside!
What's wrong with the princess? She has an extra head than others.
If you dare not listen to yourself, you will still be spanked!
"What are you thinking about!" Lin Zhenshan, who was hiding outside the hall, came over.
He found that his good son seemed to be enlightened!
Today was a certain death situation, and he had just shouted in order to bear the emperor's anger for his son.
Anyone who thinks of his son will prove his innocence.
He also made a fool of everyone present.
This is not something that my good-for-nothing son can do!
"Make money! We must make money!" Lin Bei's eyes were firm and he clenched his fists tightly.
The consort cannot be an official, and besides, my father can be said to be a proper lone minister in the court.
There is no civil servant who he has not beaten.
The generals were quite at home among the generals.
But with my body and bones, it is impossible to kill enemies and perform meritorious deeds on the battlefield.
If a man wants to have status, he must have money or power.
Otherwise, how can I overwhelm the princess at home?
How to ride on her head...
"This... my father is short of money." Lin Zhenshan grabbed his purse and shook it. There were only a few broken pieces of silver in it.
"Ah? You are the Marquis of Zhongyi!"
"Young Master, you are second in line..."
Lin Zhenshan stared at Lin Bei with resentment on his face.
Lin Bei, this little bastard, spends his days fighting cocks, eating, drinking, and having fun with others. A casual meal costs dozens of taels of silver.
No matter how big the Zhongyi Marquis' family fortune is, it can't be defeated like him!
What's more, he, a father-in-law, had his salary deducted by the emperor for hundreds of years.
The house has long been unable to make ends meet!
"You...you can't repay the money you borrowed outside, otherwise where will the food and clothing for this big family come from?" Lin Bei's face turned a little dark.
He also thought of his previous behavior.
Coupled with the fact that the old man has been fined all day long, the Zhongyi Hou Mansion may really have foreign debts!
"That's not the case."
"My father has a way to make money." Lin Zhenshan shook his head mysteriously.
Then he ran to the throne in public.
He grabbed the gold cup the emperor used to drink tea and stuffed it into his arms.
If this thing is sold, there will be dozens of taels of gold!
It is enough for the basic expenses of the Zhongyi Hou Mansion for several months.
It's a pity that Lin Bei, a prodigal son, is here. He can spend dozens or even hundreds of taels of gold in one day!
So this Jinzhan is only a small way to make money.
Those calligraphy and paintings in the emperor's study, selling one can support his precious son for half a year!
"Dad, you..." Lin Bei's face was full of tears. He just wanted to drag his father and run away.
Stealing things, or stealing things from the emperor, your life will be lost if you are caught!
"Don't panic, I've been deducted so much of my salary."
"If he doesn't let me take something from him, I will live in the palace, eat and sleep with him!"
Lin Zhenshan looked like he was awesome, took another piece of the royal tribute inkstone, and then walked out of the hall swaggeringly.
Lin Bei watched helplessly as he grabbed Qian Tong who was like a dead dog.
He strode towards the outside of the palace.
Come to think of it, I really went to the House of the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance to ask for a sermon.
"Hubu, Qian Bafang, Qian Tong!"
"This matter is definitely not that simple!" Lin Bei narrowed his eyes.
Qian and this person have no city.
He doesn't look like the kind of person who never takes revenge until ten years later.
If he really planned to frame him because he robbed the princess.
This should have happened three years ago.
Today, three years later, he chose to find someone to frame him.
What is the purpose?
Maybe, it’s for money!
In the entire Daqian Dynasty, there were more than a dozen princes, but only such a princess was born.
Needless to say, the emperor's love for the princess goes without saying.
In terms of age, Daqian women reach adulthood at the age of fifteen and can get married on the day they have hair extensions.
The emperor simply delayed it for three years.
He was reluctant to leave his daughter out of the palace.
Once married, the dowry given by the emperor must be unprecedentedly generous for the sake of his daughter's confidence.
Lin Bei still remembered that there was a major corruption case in the 28th year of the Qian Dynasty.
Qian Bafang, the Minister of Household Affairs, was the leader, and the total amount of corruption was as high as 50 million taels!
There are still four months left before the 28th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Qian Bafang, the Minister of Household Affairs, should have started embezzling a long time ago.
Maybe I'm scared, or maybe it's the New Year's Eve approaching and the accounts of the Ministry of Accounts are out of sync.
Qian Bafang needed money urgently to plug the hole in the household department.
The possibility of this is very high.
According to unofficial records, when the house was raided, Qian Bafang's house had no silver left.
All used to fill the big hole in the household.
Thinking about it, Qian Tong must be anxious to marry the princess, get the dowry, and fill the big hole in the household department.
Only then did he plan to frame himself and get engaged to the princess again.
After all, he is dead, and he, Qian Tong, is the most suitable candidate to be engaged to the princess.
If you put it that way, he didn’t die accidentally on the way to exile!
It was the Qian family who used their methods and sent killers!
"What a rich man!"
"In this case, the first pot of gold after time travel was earned from your Qian family!"
A sinister smile appeared on Lin Bei's lips.
He is a person who will retaliate for his anger.
Although he hasn't been killed by the Qian family yet, killing the Qian family first can be regarded as self-protection.
In front of the Royal Palace, Neifu Street.
This is where almost the entire capital’s princes, nobles and court officials gather.
All the ministers who can be named live on this street.
In front of the Qian Mansion, Lin Zhenshan rode his horse and came with a limp person on his back.
The man's limbs were limp and he almost fell to the ground.
Who else could it be if Qian Tong wasn't beaten like a dead dog?
"*** Qian Bafang, get out of here!"
