My historian is dying every day

Qi Yu was busy working in the pile of notebooks until late at night, and fell asleep with his forehead propped up.Zhou Fu waited until his neck was stalked and he tried his best to slash his whole body, and finally persuaded him to sleep on the couch for a while.

Qi Yu felt as if he had fainted, but he only felt that the morning bell rang as soon as he closed his eyes, as if he was pinching the time to prevent him from resting.

There is an early morning today.

With two faint bruises under his eyes, he sat up from the couch, but felt that there seemed to be a scorching gaze staring at him.

Turning his head, he saw the new housekeeper, named Wen Yanzhi, standing silently behind the pillar, looking intently over.

Qi Yu: "..."

When Wen Yanzhi saw that the emperor was awake, he greeted him with all the people around him. Then he stuck to soft charcoal and plum blossom paper, and stood aside to write.

Fragrant bursts.

Qi Yu hadn't rested all night, and he was already suffocating his anger. Seeing this scene now, he couldn't help saying: "Wen Sheren."

Wen Yanzhi closed his pen and knelt down: "My minister is here."

"What do you remember?"

I clearly haven't done anything yet.

The people under the pillars paused for a moment, and then said in a daze: "The records of my ministers are all like those recorded by Chu Suiliang, and they are the words and deeds of the emperor's daily life."

Chu Suiliang?Chu Suiliang...

Qi Yu just woke up from the dream, not very clear, when he remembered this allusion, he felt anger rushing to his forehead, and his tone became cold: "Wen Sheren compares me to Taizong?"

According to the history of the Tang Dynasty, when Chu Suiliang was still recording his daily life beside Taizong, Taizong tried to insinuate and wanted to see what he had recorded, but Chu Suiliang sternly refused.

What Wen Yanzhi said clearly meant that he, Qi Yu, also wanted to spy on the real record and put pressure on the official historian.

Wen Yanzhi knelt down in the porch respectfully, without changing his face: "The emperor calms down, how dare a humble minister."

Still say you dare not?Qi Yu wanted to stab Wen Yanzhi's forehead with the washbasin at hand, but thanks to his profound forbearance skills over the years, he let go of his clenched fist.

That's all, the group of old scholars in the Naishi Mansion don't know how to make a note of themselves for injuring people in the daily life, and it's a headache to think about it.

All the way from the Imperial Study Room to the Zichen Palace to go to the morning court, Qi Yu smiled brightly.

Ten, points, spring, light, bright, charming.

Wen Yanzhi was behind, still looking dumb and speechless, holding stacks of flowers and walking straight.

The great eunuch Zhou Fu followed beside him, feeling a chill down his spine, and secretly thought that he must keep up his spirits today, so he couldn't make a mistake.

I only hope that the officials in the court can do the same today.otherwise……

Sure enough, as soon as Qi Yu arrived in the hall, he smiled and forgot all the etiquette, and asked Huainan Dashui right away without saying a word.

Fortunately, after hearing about the internal affairs of the court yesterday, the officials present had already prepared their homework.Zhang Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry also taught Lang Zhong Xu You what he had seen in water control. I hope he can give a good answer when asked this morning.

At this time, all levels had finished reporting the situation of the flood in Huainan, and suddenly Xu You was called again today, and asked: "Mr. Xu, the Xingze breach has been blocked. Now, can the Ministry of Industry make a decision on diverting the route?"

Don't ask Shangshu or Shilang, but ask a Langzhong who couldn't answer why yesterday.Zhang Shangshu groaned secretly in his heart, as expected, whoever said what, and what mistakes and omissions were made, are all clear today.

Xu Youcheng was frightened: "Reporting to the emperor, the department thinks that a canal should be built to divert the water from the Huaihe River to the north so that it can flow down into the sea."

"Yeah." Qi Yu nodded.

Just as Xu You and Zhang Shangshu were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they heard another question floating from above: "And then?"

……then?

Xu You panicked a little. The teacher only talked about how to deal with it and why he dealt with it like this, and he hasn't thought about anything else yet.

Zhang Shangshu hurriedly wanted to help, but Qi Yu interrupted him before he could speak.

The old god Qi Yu was looking at Xu You who was under the hall, and called leisurely: "Mr. Xu?"

Zhang Shangshu then choked his words in his throat and didn't dare to answer. He just recited scriptures silently for his students.

Xu You searched all his knowledge, and tentatively said: "...I think you should... drain the silt and strengthen the embankment?..."

Qi Yu laughed twice, and said: "Mr. Xu, is he answering me, or asking me? As a doctor of the Ministry of Industry, a minister of the fifth rank, all the imperial salary is paid for by the people's livelihood, but he has repeatedly criticized the important affairs of the court. No opinion, second opinion, I see, you don't want to be a doctor, so go to Xihuang to inspect the animal husbandry."

In a few words, Enke was demoted to the border land.

Xu You plopped down on his knees, his face ashen-colored: "Emperor... Your Majesty, minister..."

But you are not joking, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Officials and others have silently recorded it.

Qi Yu put his elbows on the armrest of Long Teng's throne, and continued to nod the officials of the household department behind him: "Can the treasury allocate money to divert Huainan?"

Xu Shangshu from the Ministry of Household Affairs came out and said: "Reporting to the emperor, the drought in the northwest has stopped for a while. Although the deposits in the library and silver can still support the diversion, the disasters in Huainan are severely affected, and the people need to be relieved and resettled. If you want to turn around in a short time , I’m afraid it will be very difficult.”

Beat around the bush and say that you have no money.But it is also true.A few months ago, there was a severe drought in the Northwest, and the imperial court spent a lot of effort to gather officials and people to provide relief, and it was only a few days before it subsided, and now the flood in Huainan flooded his feet again.

Really tired.

All the officials sighed.

But what Qi Yu was thinking at this time was different from theirs.

He was thinking, is there no way to save people's lives from suffering?If there is no guarantee that the Huainan Dakou will not break the embankment, at least it must be guaranteed that when the embankment breaks, no people will die and the villages and farms will not be destroyed.If Huainan was flooded every year, who would be willing to farm?How do millions of people feed?

But at this time, in the court, facing a group of ministers who are at a loss, there is indeed no other way out except for the water control method passed down by the ancestors.

I only hope that the sky will send him an immortal who has the talent of Dayu to control the water.

Taishi Zhou saw the emperor's contemplation in his eyes, guessed some sacred intentions in his heart, and persuaded him: "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry too much, the breach in Xingze has been blocked, and the dikes and dams have been reinforced by all parties, and the immediate worries have been eliminated. If we talk about long-term considerations, the methods of diverting roads and water control are all one-hundred-year actions, and they cannot be brought about in a few days. I will be clear about the universe, and I will be able to come up with a perfect method to protect people's livelihood."

Although it was flattering, it was considered to have captured the main point, so Qi Yu didn't refute Grand Master Zhou, but only asked: "The most important thing right now is the relief of disasters and the people, what do you think?"

It is customary to recommend someone to represent the imperial court, but everyone understands that what the people want is for the emperor to know their sufferings, so no matter how high-ranking officials go, it is useless and does not suit the people's wishes.The best thing is to choose a safe family member in the clan and go there with the holy metaphor, so as to reflect the royal concern.

I understand, I understand, but there are really not many clan relatives today.Among the uncles of the former emperor's generation, the old King Jing has passed away, leaving behind a son Qi Xuan to inherit the father's throne, and the rest of the emperor's uncles are dead, and those who are in the fief are mostly in their twilight years and cannot be appointed.When the brothers of Jinshang ascended the throne in the early years, those who won the throne were banned, and those who did not win the throne were also entrusted to become county kings. Now the only ones left by the emperor's side are the virtuous king and Yuwang.

Yu Wang has been suffering from many illnesses all year round, and recently fell ill again due to continuous rain, so it is difficult to take on the task of disaster relief.The virtuous king is a man with a meek and pleasure-seeking temperament, and he doesn't care at all.When the title was determined back then, the book joked that he was going to be called the "Idle King", but it was recorded by the Ministry of Rites as "The Worthy King".This virtuous is not that virtuous.

Everyone at the court was weighing it up. At this time, Tang Taibao said: "I believe that the current King Jing is young and healthy, and has the ability to manage the world. He must represent the wishes of the emperor and prince, and comfort the people affected by the disaster."

Qi Yu listened to this, and nodded clearly, but in his heart, he gave Tang Taibao a stroke of honor in his name.

King Jing Qixuan, at most, can be said to be more clear-headed, with a good appearance, and is used to using clever means to buy people's hearts. He can still appoint one or two for logistics and procurement. Unnecessary.As the father of Concubine Jing, Tang Taibao recommended Qi Xuan for nothing more than to let Qi Xuan have more real skills on his resume. Going to disaster relief can also improve Prince Jing's reputation, so that he can appoint more important things in the future and protect his Tang family. Just riches and honor.

"Relief on behalf of the imperial court is no small matter. Prince Jing is only in charge of military pay and housekeeping purchases. He has no official business experience. I'm afraid it will be difficult to take on the big task." Taifu Lin came out at this time and said clearly, "The people who provide disaster relief are originally If you are the emperor's close relative, how can you avoid close relatives if the virtuous and honorable kings are still there?"

Even Qi Yu wanted to applaud this muddy harmony.After all, it was not appropriate to just say Qi Xuan, his words were eloquent, but he didn't say who should go.

At this time, Grand Master Zhou took a step forward and said, "I think that King Yu has been ill recently, so it is really not suitable to work hard. King Jing is not experienced enough, so he is not competent. When Emperor Nian was there, King Xian once took care of inspections and unannounced visits. , I’ve been to Huainan, and I’ll be familiar with it again this time.”

Qi Yu wanted to laugh.

Naturally, everyone knows about King Xian's visit to Huainan.But everyone also knows that when the virtuous king came to Huainan, he had to spend a lot of time on purchasing and unannounced visits, but he abducted a princess and came back to ask the first emperor to marry him.

The first emperor was so angry that he almost demoted the virtuous king as a commoner.It can be seen that the virtuous king and the woman are sincere lovers, and they don't want to beat a pair of people just because of this, and it will be fulfilled.Now Qi Jue, the eldest son of the virtuous king, is only six years old, and he can recite "Spring and Autumn" and "Zuo Zhuan" backwards, which is a thousand times more capable than his father.

Forget it, it's useless to fight any longer.Qi Yu waved his hand, "Write it down, I think the virtuous king is safe, so I will let him go to Huainan in three days."

The officials below wanted to discuss again, and wanted to see the lessons learned from Mr. Xu just now. They were afraid that they would also be sent to the wilderness to raise horses, so they dared not advise again.

The rain stopped in the afternoon, Qi Yu prepared a soft sedan chair after lunch, and went to Qinhua Palace on the east side of the palace to visit his imperial brother.

Wen Yanzhi followed closely behind.

When he arrived at Qinhua Palace, Qi Yu didn't ask anyone to report, and got off the soft sedan, walked through many halls, and arrived at the inner hall.

The courtyard was filled with the lingering smell of herbs, and when the several stewards saw the emperor, they hurriedly knelt down on the ground and shouted long live.

The noise from outside has already been heard in the room, so King Yu has already come out wearing a lotus color robe.He is only sixteen or seventeen years old, he should be a vigorous age, but he is dragged down by his body, and looks very haggard.

Seeing the emperor's brother coming, he rarely smiled, and just about to kneel down to salute, he was lifted up by Qi Yu: "The person who can be blown down by the wind still cares about these vain rituals."

Yu Wang wanted to laugh, but he coughed, and finally recovered, he confessed again and again, and asked about the flood in Huainan again.

Qi Yu said all kinds of things in the early court, and sighed, "If you weren't sick, how could you ask Brother Xianhuang to embarrass the court."

King Yu was about to speak, but he heard a person standing behind Qi Yu writing something in a swish.

"This is..." King Yu's eyes fell on Wen Yanzhi.

Wen Yanzhi raised his head and saw King Yu looking at him, he closed his pen and knelt down: "Weichen Wen Yanzhi, Neishi Fu, pay homage to His Royal Highness King Yu."

King Yu suddenly realized, "Oh, Neishi Mansion, let's give up living."

Qi Yu felt a little headache, and said to Wen Yanzhi: "Wen Sheren is also a scholar, so do I have to record every sentence when I gossip with my emperor's brother? This is not the way of a gentleman."

Wen Yanzhi stiffened his neck, "Reporting to the emperor, the emperor just said that the virtuous king has humiliated the court, and this is also a major event in the world."

The world is big...

Qi Yu noticed that there was a celadon jar on the table behind King Yu, which was very handy for hitting people.

Standing in this room, King Yu seemed to hear his brother's teeth gnashing.

Wen Sheren only felt that the emperor was staring at him sinisterly, and his scalp felt a little hot.

"Rise up, Wenshe." King Yu made a timely rescue.

Wen Yanzhi stood up slowly, and continued to pick up his pen.

Qi Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Don't look at injustice, don't listen to injustice, don't Wen Sheren know that?"

Wen Yanzhi lowered his eyes and said: "I am a minister who writes on duty, dare not ignore it, dare not ignore it, dare not ignore it, dare not ignore it."

Then, swish swish.

King Yu stepped back a little, and hid the celadon jar behind him.

You can't beat the emperor, it's ugly to beat the official historian.