"Your Majesty, there is no need to think about it. I have a humble body. Your Majesty will not abandon me. I am willing to come to this humble place with the dignity of the emperor!"
Jia Xu stood up and saluted Lin Mu.
Jia Xu had already understood clearly in the nights of the past few days that it would not be an exaggeration to say that your majesty is a god descending from heaven.
Back then, Zhang Jiao said that he was accepted as a disciple by the old immortal Nanhua and was given the art of peace. This statement actually inspired millions of people.
If Zhang Jiao had not been in poor health and had gone to serve his master early, otherwise it is hard to say whether the current Han family would have the surname Zhang.
No one has ever seen the old immortal Nanhua, but the massacre of trees and trees that night happened directly in front of Jia Xu.
Jia Xu was originally worried that he would be raped by Lin Mu for treason. Now that Lin Mu came to surrender in person, how could he be disrespectful?
When Jia Xu was young, he was robbed by bandits. In order to save his life, Jia Xu even said that he was the grandson of Duan Jiong, the commander-in-chief of the dynasty.
The ancestors can be changed at will. Changing the boss is simply stress-free for Jia Xu.
"ah?"
Lin Mu looked at Jia Xu, but he didn't expect that Jia Xu would submit so easily.
Is this going a little too smoothly?
In fact, Lin Mu still underestimated his status as emperor.
A modern person cannot imagine how important the Dharma Council was in ancient times.
Lin Mu is now the emperor and the common master of the world. As long as Lin Mu is willing to recruit talents, many people will come to join Lin Mu.
Of course, the premise is that the forest does not infringe on their interests and is willing to safeguard their interests.
Lin Mu couldn't do this. It was never these aristocratic families that Lin Mu wanted to protect.
No one would say anything about Jia Xu when he returned to Linmu, and no one would accuse Jia Xu of anything.
Lin Mu didn't expect that Jia Xu would be so easy. He felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart. He had thought of a lot of excuses, but now he couldn't use them.
After a pause, Lin Mu tried to speak.
"Wen He and his family are all in Xiliang. If he returns to the imperial court now, will Wen He and his family be affected?"
Jia Xu didn't care at all.
"Your Majesty, don't worry, just a mere family member, how can you care about your Majesty?"
"Ah? Come here, let Wen He out. Wen He did pass by the entrance of the palace that day and did not commit any treason."
A jailer rushed forward, opened the cell door, and released Jia Xu.
After Jia Xu came out, he paid homage to Lin Mu again.
Lin Mu watched Jia Xu paying homage and hurriedly stepped forward to help Jia Xu up.
"Hahaha, I have Wenhe like Qin and Shangjun, and like Han Xin returning to Han, I have nothing to worry about."
"ah?"
After Jia Xu stood up, his face looked a little strange and he wanted to say something, but in the end he had no words.
Let Lin Mu pull his sleeves and walk towards the outside of the prison.
As soon as Lin Mu took Jia Xu out of the prison, an official ran out from the side.
"Your Majesty, this is inconsistent with etiquette!"
Lin Mu looked back and found that this person was Taichang Wang Jiang.
Taichang is in charge of the ancestral temple priests and state rituals, but now the streets are full of corpses, and they are still being cleaned up, so there are no sacrifices.
In addition, most of the palace was burned down, so there was no national gift.
In addition, Dong Zhuo came to power a few days ago. Dong Zhuo didn't care about etiquette. Wang Jiang was of no use at all.
Now that the emperor is approaching the court, Wang Jiang feels that his role may be coming.
So Wang Jiang followed Lin Mu, wanting to show his role.
Seeing Lin Mu holding Jia Xu's sleeves and walking out of the prison, Jia Xu's clothes were in tatters and he was ready to be punished. The emperor was so noble that he walked with this man.
"Your Majesty, this is inconsistent with etiquette!"
But Lin Mu didn't care about being polite, so the two of them walked away arm in arm.
Wang Jiang was left shaking his head and sighing behind him.
Ever since the officials saw Lin Mu standing on the mountain of corpses the day before yesterday, they decisively handed over the power of government to Lin Mu.
The power of the court was originally controlled by Yuan Wei and Dong Zhuo, but now Yuan Wei was killed by Dong Zhuo, and Dong Zhuo was killed by Lin Mu.
Now the person who can take the lead in the imperial court is Situ Wangyun, one of the three princes.
Wang Yun had no idea of competing with Lin Mu for power, nor did he dare to have such an idea.
In this way, the power of the imperial court returned to Lin Mu's hands again.
As soon as he took over this mess, Lin Mu found that it was not easy to be the emperor.
There has already been a severe drought near Luoyang this year. Coupled with the looting by Xiliang soldiers, the people have no food left and starve to death everywhere.
There was also great confusion among the officials. Some officials were appointed by Dong Zhuo, some were appointed by Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, some were promoted to the court by promoting filial piety and honesty, and some were bought with money. Just one There are two or three in the Shaofu.
But now it is these people who need to be taken care of first.
Lin Mu is an ordinary person, and he also knows that ordinary people have almost no ability to resist when faced with natural or man-made disasters.
Therefore, the first thing Lin Mu had to solve after he took power was the food problem.
But how to solve it?
Then Lin Mu thought of Jia Xu.
"Your Majesty, the imperial court is now in dire straits, and the current situation is also in troubled times. The people are also short of food. I'm afraid..."
As Dong Zhuo's counselor, Jia Xu naturally knew how much food there was in Luoyang City.
Does the court have food?
Of course there is.
Otherwise, what would Dong Zhuo have to do to resist the coalition of eighteen princes?
But this food is not in the hands of the people, but in the hands of the officials.
The reason why Dong Zhuo was able to bring trouble to the Central Plains was because of the official position of the Han Dynasty.
The Han Dynasty's official warehouse is rich in food, but now the court's control ability is weak to a certain extent.
In the past, Dong Zhuo's officers and soldiers were responsible for managing the official warehouses, but now Dong Zhuo was killed and the Xiliang soldiers fled.
When these Xiliang soldiers fled, although they took away some food, they could not take away all of it.
So the local wealthy families would naturally remove these unattended grains.
Even if the court asks about it then, these aristocratic families can be said to have been moved by ordinary people and have nothing to do with them.
Moreover, the situation in the imperial court is extremely chaotic. Now it will be difficult to get the food from the official warehouses back.
After Jia Xu explained, Lin Mu understood Jia Xu's concerns.
There are people from these aristocratic families who are serving as officials in the court. If these grains are forcibly collected, some people will definitely be dissatisfied.
At that time, some people will definitely say that my family's food was not robbed when Shi Changshi was in power, nor was it robbed when Dong Zhuo was in power.
Now that the emperor is in power, my food has been confiscated. This world is so dark.
"Don't worry, give them three days to return the grain to the official warehouse. If they don't hand it over when the time is up, my ax will be more powerful than Dong Zhuo's!"
Jia Xu glanced at the murderous look on Lin Mu's face and said quickly.
"Your Majesty, you can't. Although your Majesty is the emperor now, if you are like this, you might become the enemy of the world."
Lin Mu's eyes showed a fierce light.
"The world is our enemy? Whose world is this? I am the Emperor. Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed!"
Jia Xu was a little anxious. The person he took refuge in seemed a bit extreme.
"But Your Majesty, how can killing people solve the problem?"
"It's not certain to kill a hundred people, but it's not certain to kill a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or a million people?"
