Fast time travel: black lotus has no emotion

Chapter 118

"The minister asked the doctor to take the pulse of the naughty boy. The pulse was stable and there was nothing abnormal. Later, the minister asked his wife for the remaining crop, which was taken care of by Shannong in Zhuangzi. Afterwards, he found that it was sunny and patient. Due to drought, the yield is extremely high, and it can grow two seasons a year, so I dared to present this thing to the emperor."

Gu Ruchen stopped.

In fact, what he wants to say is that the drought in Longnan is a great opportunity for the imperial court to promote this thing, but just said, it is too much to interfere.

The real decision-maker is not him, but the one in front of him.

It seemed like a simple dedication, but Gu Ruchen's heart was extremely restless.

From the first time his sister sent the note into his hands through Huang Zhaojia, it has already been calculated here.

Is it the younger sister who she has no doubt about?
Or, it wasn't his sister who handed him the note.

This idea suddenly popped up in my heart, and the corner of my mouth basked, and then quickly disappeared.

How can it be!

Thinking of the figure I met at the gate of the dungeon, if it wasn't his sister, who could it be?
The emperor was very pleased with this. He carefully read the memorial written by Gu Ruchen. It was not like the gorgeous chapters usually written in stereotyped essays.

"That's right." He nodded, and turned to the last page. It was Gu Ruchen's painting for this crop: "Aiqing is still not good at drawing plants and trees. When these crops are ripe, I will present them here for me to see."

Gu Ruchen covered his face and coughed twice, his weakness was pointed out, even him, his face was red.

"Yes, I will keep it in mind."

Just as Gu Ruchen was about to resign, the emperor half-closed his eyes: "I remember you married the daughter of the Imperial Academy?"

"Exactly."

"Huang Xiuzhuan has meritorious service in teaching daughters. When the Longnan affairs are settled, I will hand over the crop promotion to him."

"My minister thanked the emperor first on behalf of my father-in-law."

Gu Ruchen stepped back and got up to leave.

Full of doubts.

He heard what the emperor meant.

Now I don't want to take this crop out first.

But why?

The drought in Longnan was imminent, and the promotion of new crops at this time not only solved the urgent need, but also demonstrated the benevolence of the court.

But why?The emperor was unwilling to take it out.

Could it be that there was something he didn't know about it.

Behind him, the door of the imperial study room slowly closed.

After he left, the emperor took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and covered his mouth. After guessing that Gu Ruchen had gone far away, the suppressed coughing sound from his lips rushed towards him like an overwhelming sea.

There was a violent coughing sound, as if to cough up everything in the chest cavity.The eyes that were still clear more than a month ago were gradually eroded by the crimson color, as if they were covered with a layer of pink mist, which looked terrifying.

He hurriedly took out a bottle of snuff from the dark compartment, put it on the tip of his nose and took a deep breath, and after a long while, he coughed and stopped.

It's just that the pain in his chest made him unable to sit still, like a puddle of soft mud, or like dead leaves about to rot in the ditch.

The imperial doctor's warning echoed in his mind: "Your Majesty, this medicine has strong properties and is extremely risky, so don't try it lightly. Besides, your majesty is over-thinking, it's already exhausting, and..."

The emperor interrupted the imperial doctor, and asked directly: "If I don't use this medicine and keep it calmly, how many days can I live?"

The imperial doctor said vaguely: "If the emperor takes care of it quietly, it will probably last for three years."

Three years?

The emperor knew that the imperial doctor dared not tell him the truth.

I know that I don't have a few days to live, and even if I can live for more than half a year, it is already a gift from heaven.

It's just that he still has a lot of things to do.

As long as he shows a little abnormality in front of the courtiers, he will become the next target to be eaten away.

If he didn't want to, he could only suffer.

Turning his head to look at Gu Ruchen's memorial, new crops are new hopes. He hopes that the fourth prince will vigorously promote it after he ascends the throne, and become the first fire after the new emperor ascends the throne.

Blinding this floating cloud to the sun, the decaying imperial court relied on its own power to bring it back on track.

The people are the most precious, and the king is the lightest.

As long as the new emperor can win the hearts of the people through the people, then the chess game he is playing now, with himself as a pawn, will be truly revitalized.

……

Gu Ruchen took the imperial court's disaster relief money and relief food, and set off from the capital to Longnan by water.

And Zhao Chunmin, with a small number of guards, took a shortcut to appease the victims in Longnan first.

As for the disaster victims who flooded into the capital, the emperor kindly entrusted the fourth prince to resettle them, in order to win people's hearts.

But who knows that he didn't put all his attention on this matter, but secretly planned to seize power and usurp the throne.

……

Zhao Chunmin got off his horse and was shocked by the desolate scenery in front of him.

Corpses are strewn all over the field, and what's more, Yizishishishi has appeared in many places.

Leading the horse, before entering the city, the cold behind him made him shiver for no reason. When he turned his head, he found a circle of people behind him at some point.

His sunken cheeks stared at him with an earthy face.

It's not right to say that he is also staring at a strong horse he is leading.

The pair of eyes made people feel their scalps go numb, and their hearts sank.

"This king is the current pure king. The emperor ordered this king to come here to help the disaster. Where is the county magistrate here? Do you know where the county magistrate lives?"

A group of people turned a deaf ear to Zhao Chunmin's question, and still stared at the strong horse, as if if Zhao Chunmin made a slight move, they, who were already hungry and crazy, would pounce on it.

Human nature cannot stand the test in the face of desperation.

"You...I am the emperor's eighth son. Today you dare to hurt me. Tomorrow, the drought in Longnan will be incomprehensible. You are the ones to blame!"

"The relief food and disaster relief money sent by the emperor are already on the way, are you sure you want to do this?"

In today's era of imperial power, Zhao Chunmin's words undoubtedly made the group of disaster victims back down.

They looked at Zhao Chunmin up and down, one of them took half a step forward, his five rough fingers looked like dry branches and leaves, only covered by a layer of skin.

There are still blood stains between the fingers, which is creepy and at the same time gives rise to fear.

"...you...what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chunmin's voice was trembling, and the hand holding the rein was always ready. It seemed that in the next second, he would gallop away on the strong horse.

"I'll take you to the county magistrate, but you have to leave this to him."

The other party pointed to the shoulder knife worn by Zhao Chunmin's waist.

Facing this group of mobs who could attack him at any time, he was not very willing to hand over the knife in his hand.

His fingertips stroked the handle a few times. This knife is now the only thing that can protect his personal safety.The guards who came from the capital were sent by him to the neighboring county to inquire about the situation.

Crisis loomed large, and the mob saw that Zhao Chunmin was not moving, and several people looked at each other, as if they had made a certain decision.

"……and many more!"

Zhao Chunmin didn't look good.

In the eyes of the mob, he saw two words: cannibalism!
(End of this chapter)