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Xiao Yuan didn't want to waste words with these people. He remained calm, slightly bent his back, and said respectfully: "My memorial has been delivered to the emperor, and the emperor has allowed me to attend the morning court!"

what? !

The Emperor allowed it?!

All the officials in the hall were stunned. In the entire Dali Temple, only the Dali Temple Chief, the Left and Right Chiefs were qualified to attend the morning court. They didn't expect that the seventh-rank Right Judge of the Dali Temple would actually go to meet the emperor!

Where does he get the nerve? Why?!

Wang Quan's expression changed slightly. He approached Xiao Yuan and softened his voice a little, "Mr. Xiao, why were you summoned by the emperor?"

Having worked as a minor official for decades, how could Xiao Yuan not know what his immediate superior was thinking?

The purpose is to trick him into talking. If there is any benefit, then take it for yourself immediately; if there is no benefit, then find a way to shirk the responsibility and let him take the blame; if he wants to report something to the emperor, then kill him as soon as possible.

Xiao Yuan smiled humbly and respectfully, "I have something important to report to the emperor."

After these words were spoken, all the officials looked at each other in bewilderment.

Xiao Pingshi was only a minor official of the seventh rank. What important matters could he report to the emperor? Moreover, why did the emperor agree to see him?

If these petty officials do not get promoted, they will never have the chance to meet the emperor in their lifetime.

Seeing Xiao Yuan avoiding his question, Wang Quan stared at him unkindly, and snorted in his heart: I'll let you be proud for now, and when you come back to see the emperor, won't you still be my grandson? There will always be a time to punish you!

Xiao Yuan bowed to Shang Feng and his colleagues, then took his small cloth bag and went to wait for the morning court outside the Golden Palace.

A quarter of an hour later, the morning court session began.

The emperor sat on the high dragon throne, with a dazzling bright yellow behind him.

Xiao Yuan was standing at the very back. Due to the distance, he couldn't even see the emperor's face clearly. He just felt so overwhelmed by the majestic aura that he dared not raise his head.

After all the civil and military officials knelt down to pay their respects, they began to make their reports one after another.

Those who did not submit their reports shrank their necks, lowered their eyes and acted like quails.

However, all the ministers discovered something strange: Prince Yi, who never came to court, actually came to the morning court this morning for the first time. Although he was dozing off while standing in the front, he was there after all.

Xiao Yuan also kept his head down, with cold sweat on his palms and back. This was his first time facing the emperor, and he felt nervous, excited, and uneasy.

Watching the ministers calmly reporting to the emperor, he was very envious and hoped that one day he would be able to stand in the court openly with a court tablet in his hand and report eloquently.

Whether this wish can be realized depends on today's action.

The memorial he submitted to the emperor was submitted by Prince Yi, and the girl Xiao Huai also told him not to act rashly and to wait until Prince Yi mentioned his memorial in the court before he stepped out.

He waited and waited, but there was no response from Prince Yi.

He turned slightly to the side and glanced forward secretly, but could only see a corner of Prince Yi's clothes.

Could it be that Prince Yi has forgotten about this?

No, it shouldn't happen. Xiao Huai said that Prince Yi would definitely mention this matter.

Xiao Yuan took a few deep breaths secretly, and stopped thinking about it, just waiting quietly.

Only after all the officials had finished their reports did Prince Yi slowly open his eyes.

He yawned twice, bowed to the emperor, and said loudly: "Royal brother, Xiao Yuan, the seventh-rank judge of the Dali Temple, has something important to report!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the civil and military officials turned their heads to look at the unfamiliar face who was bowing and scraping.

They were all very puzzled. Prince Yi never formed cliques with any ministers, so why would he help a minor official of the seventh rank to make connections?

Dali Temple Minister Yan Siyuan and Dali Zuo Qing Li Hong then discovered that a minor official from their Dali Temple was standing at the back.

Who asked him to come!

Xiao Yuan's body trembled, and he immediately stepped out and said loudly: "Your Majesty, I, Xiao Yuan, the Right Judge of the Dali Temple, have something important to report!"

Yan Siyuan's face was gloomy and he glared at Xiao Yuan fiercely.

What that means is, as a mere seventh-rank official, why are you coming to the court instead of staying in the Dali Temple?

If there is an important matter to report, why not tell him directly as the head of the Dali Temple? Why go around him and establish a relationship with Prince Yi?

However, this Xiao Pingshi has no background or ability, so how did he get in touch with Prince Yi?

Yan Siyuan always felt that something was out of his control.

However, Li Hong, the Left Minister of Dali Temple, looked at Xiao Yuan with an inquiring expression, and when he saw that he was holding a small cloth bag tightly in his arms, his brows furrowed even more.

He also couldn't understand how Xiao Yuan, who had always been as humble as an ox or a horse in the Dali Temple, could have been in touch with the madman Prince Yi.

Duke Liang also stroked his short beard and looked over with half-closed eyes.

Li Hong, the Left Minister of Dali Temple, is their man, so this seventh-rank official should be his subordinate, right?

This person suddenly submitted a memorial to the emperor. What was the purpose?

Prince Yi had already informed the Emperor yesterday that Xiao Yuan was going to offer grain seeds as a tribute, so today's operation was just a formality.

The emperor nodded slightly and said calmly, "Xiao Pingshi, please come forward and report!"

"Yes!" Xiao Yuan responded respectfully, then he held the cloth bag, bowed his head, walked quickly to the front of the court, and knelt down.

The emperor glanced at him and said slowly, "Mr. Xiao, what do you want to report?"

Xiao Yuan first kowtowed respectfully, then stood up and said, "Your Majesty, my daughter has met a young lady named Gu. She is a country girl. Because her family was poor in the early years, she went into the mountains to find food. She accidentally discovered an edible tuber. After tasting it, she found that it tasted very good, so she transplanted the plant back home to plant.

After repeated observations and explorations, she mastered the habits and planting methods of the plants. The tubers she cultivated grew very well, were large and numerous, and a preliminary estimate was that each acre could yield at least three to five thousand taels.

A few days ago, Miss Gu came to my house with my daughter as a guest. She brought the tuber and cooked some food. I noticed that this was something that Daxia didn't have yet, so I persuaded Miss Gu to donate the seeds to the court. Miss Gu agreed very readily, saying that this thing could make Daxia people full of food, and she was happy to donate it. "When the civil and military officials heard this, they were instantly excited.

"Three thousand to five thousand kilograms per mu? This... How is this possible?! Xiao Pingshi! You are talking nonsense!" When the Minister of Revenue Xiao Zhiyuan heard that the name of a seventh-rank minor official was Xiao Yuan, which was only one character different from his own name, he was already very displeased. Now hearing him talk nonsense, he jumped up and questioned him strongly.

Duke Liang also said, "That's nonsense! The best grain yield per mu in Daxia is only 400-500 kilograms. How can you, a seventh-rank official who doesn't know much about farming, make such a bold statement?"

Yan Siyuan, the Minister of the Dali Temple, shouted sternly: "Xiao Pingshi! If you lie to the emperor, you are committing the crime of deceiving the emperor!

"Yes, Xiao Pingshi! In order to get promoted, you didn't report such a big thing to your superiors, but came directly to see the emperor. If you dare to lie to the emperor, all nine generations of your family will die!"