Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

After a long time, Xie Lang put down the information in his hand. His expression did not change much, but the atmosphere in the hall changed, with an added sense of solemnity.

Wei Renda was the first to feel it, so he put down the tea in his hand and asked, "Your Majesty, how should we deal with it?"

"The former prime minister's suicide is not enough to cover up his crime. Under the circumstances at that time, he did not fulfill his duty as a minister. Not only did he not advise, but he strongly supported the absurd behavior of the retired emperor. This was the biggest mistake in front of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Fortunately, he committed suicide. In that case, we will not pursue his family, but confiscate his property."

In Li Jingming's memory, Zhao Yun had no other abilities except flattery. He became prime minister purely because of his flattery skills. However, such a person still had the courage to commit suicide. Although he was helped by others, he was much better than the cowardly Li Chongguang.

"Marquis Wu'an and the general died on the battlefield. Marquis Wu'an was given the posthumous title of Zhaolie..."

“As for Wang Mengxian, Zhang Jiali and others, they are ministers of Dayan, but they are running dogs of Khitan…” Xie Lang’s eyes became serious. One is the Minister of Rites, and the other is a Hanlin scholar. They are both people who know etiquette and righteousness, but they are so soft-hearted.

"First, put all nine clans of his family into prison, and then we can deal with them later."

"..."

Xie Lang's tone was not very different when he spoke, and just a few words decided the fate of these people.

Wei Renda did not have much objection to Xie Lang's decision, so he stood up and said, "I obey your order."

After Wei Renda left, Xie Lang said to Chen Ziyu, "Go to the Ministry of Rites and pass on my instructions. Let Yang Zhan and the officials of the Ministry of Rites discuss the placement of the emperor's concubines."

Chen Ziyu entered the palace at a very young age and had been serving as a female official in the palace ever since. She had never left the palace, so naturally she had no idea how to go to the Ministry of Rites.

But this is also a test. If even this small matter cannot be handled well, Xie Lang will consider replacing someone else.

Chen Ziyu obviously realized what Xie Lang meant, so she replied solemnly, "Yes."

After Chen Ziyu left, Xie Lang looked outside the hall. He didn't know when it started snowing. Snowflakes fluttered down and fell to the ground, melting into water and disappearing.

Xie Lang stood up and walked out of the palace, admiring the snow falling all over the sky. A cold wind wrapped in rain and snow blew towards Xie Lang. The palace servants hurriedly found a fur coat for Xie Lang to wrap himself in, but Xie Lang refused.

On the other side of the Censorate, in a small room inside.

Several officials gathered here for a secret talk. In addition to several officials from the Censorate, there were also several people from other departments. Because it was snowing, a stove was lit in the house.

"Master Zhang, His Majesty asked us to make up the money this morning. What do you think about this?"

An official in the room said to Zhang Yuming, who was sitting in the first seat, that Zhang Yuming was the Left Vice-Censor-in-Chief, a third-rank official, and he was the highest-ranking official at the moment.

Before Zhang Yuming could reply, someone rushed to answer: "Do you think that even if a person came from the future and knew everything about the future, he would know exactly how much each official had embezzled? Do you think this is possible?"

Even if he were to do it all over again, except for some major things, it would be impossible for him to know all the trivial matters clearly.

"You mean she is deceiving us. She didn't point it out directly, but she was waiting for us to confess." Another official continued his words: "She has no idea how much we have embezzled. We are just fooled by the so-called destiny."

The official nodded and said, "In my opinion, as long as we give her an approximate number, we can let this matter go. Hasn't this been the case in every dynasty?"

"My Lord, are you right?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Zhang Yuming. Zhang Yuming picked up the teacup on the table, blew a sip of hot air, took a sip and said, "I am an honest official and have never engaged in corruption. I don't know what you mean. It's just that the country is in trouble now and the treasury is short of funds. I am willing to donate one thousand taels to help the country."

Many officials present at the scene silently complained in their hearts, why are you pretending? Haven’t you embezzled enough?

It's just that it can't be found out. After all, there is no overt corruption, and it's all gifts from the officials below.

You just collect money and do some small favors for your subordinates.

However, they still flattered on the surface: "Your Excellency is truly righteous..."

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In the courtyard of the Censorate, some minor officials were also panicked by this matter and gathered together to discuss it. One of them was sighing in his seat. Strangely, there were many empty seats around him, but no one sat at the same table with him.

Zhang Zexian looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He sighed even louder and then talked to himself: "A good official like me who is so romantic, patriotic and loves the people would not be troubled by corruption. Unlike others, they really deserve it!"

Even though he was talking to himself, he spoke so loudly that everyone present could hear him. Coupled with his sarcastic tone, he was extremely annoying.

Although Zhang Zexian sounds like a fairy-like name, he is actually a narcissistic troll. When he trolls people, he doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, and sometimes he even trolls himself, so his colleagues avoid him.

"Zhang Zexian, that's enough!" Some people couldn't bear Zhang Zexian's sarcastic remarks and got angry at him.

"You want to hit me? Come on, hit me." Zhang Zexian spread his hands and looked at the official who was coming towards him with an attitude that said you can hit me as you like and I will never fight back.

"According to Dayan's laws, beating an official ordered by the imperial court is punishable by thirty strokes of the cane. After you beat me, remember to go to the Ministry of Justice to receive your punishment."

Coupled with that particularly mean expression, it makes people want to beat him up.

"You... are simply unlucky." The official was so angry at Zhang Zexian that he had no way to resist and his face turned red.

But I also knew that if I really hit him, I would fall into his trap.

Ever since Zhang Zexian came to the Censorate, every official in the Censorate has looked at him with an ungraceful look. No one knows how he has survived to this day with such a personality.

He just said "bad luck" and snorted and left.

Zhang Zexian curled his lips and thought, that's it, he was already prepared to be beaten, but he was not beaten. What a waste of his emotions.

The reason why he is so carefree is that he is the only one left in the entire Zhang family.

His parents died when he was born, and he depended on his brother for support. Fortunately, the inheritance left by his parents was rich, enough for the two brothers to live a worry-free life for several lifetimes.

Who would have thought that a month ago, my brother went to war with the army, and now his life or death is unknown. I guess he must be dead.

He also cried, and then he started laughing while crying.

After that, I became unrestrained and started doing stupid things, since I was alone anyway.

If I would have had some concerns in the past, now I have no concerns at all. The worst that can happen is my life.

He is not allowed to commit suicide before he dies.