Glory to the ancestors

After a while, a small sedan chair stopped in front of the door, which was to pick up Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen looked up at the gray sky, feeling a little unhappy in his heart, he glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus, "I'm going to court."

Osmanthus hugged the cat and nodded to him.

"Take care of that crazy woman." Rong Zhen was about to get into the sedan chair, but suddenly turned around and gave Mu Xi a word.

Osmanthus osmanthus curled up her mouth, unable to gesture to Rong Zhen, so she had to shake the cat in her arms to show that she understood.

Only then did Rong Zhen get into the sedan chair with peace of mind.

The sedan chair was carried all the way into the palace gate, which was a special treatment for a first-rank official like Rong Zhen.

After the sedan chair came to a complete stop, Rong Zhen opened the curtain of the sedan chair and walked out, just outside the gate of the main hall.

Many ministers formed a small circle in twos and twos, discussing some things. When they saw Rong Zhen got off the sedan chair, they all arched their hands to show respect.

Rong Zhen politely returned the salute to every minister who greeted him, walking among this group of elderly officials without being conspicuous.

The Rong family has always held military power, and was originally a force that should not be underestimated in the court, but after the fire, everything was reduced to ashes, including his family's long-established connections.

No one can believe that such a young boy can bear the burden of the whole family.

But Rong Zhen really took the burden. Now he not only has the vain title of Rong Guogong, but also the powerful position of Minister of the Household Department. As for how he got this position, it is very complicated inside.

Rong Zhen bypassed the others, walked to the side of the current Prime Minister Yang Xian, bent down respectfully, "Teacher."

"Don't call me teacher." Yang Xian, with white hair and a thin body, looks like an upright official who has worked hard for the country, "I told you a long time ago that Rong Guogong and I are officials in the same dynasty now, so we should no longer call them that. I."

Rong Zhen was not angry when his face was refuted, he just said, "I'm used to it, I hope the Prime Minister will forgive me."

Yang Xian snorted, stepped aside, and stood up straight.

Rong Zhen stood on the other side, since he didn't want to get along with him, it's better not to join in the fun.

The commander of the forbidden army held the long sword at his waist and shouted loudly, "Go up!"

The officials then filed in and walked up to the hall.

There is not only a dragon chair in front of the main hall, but behind the dragon chair is a bead curtain, and the queen mother sits behind it.

The emperor ascended the throne seven years ago, when he was only ten years old, he was a child who was not as tall as the dragon chair, and now he is only half a boy, but when he sat on the dragon chair, he already had a lot of majesty.

"Long live my emperor." Rong Zhen knelt down along with all the officials, waiting quietly.

The little emperor looked anxiously at his mother behind the bead curtain, and only raised his hand after receiving the affirmation from the queen mother, "All ministers are flat."

Rong Zhen stood up again.

"I have something to play." The eunuch standing next to the little emperor pinched his throat and shouted.

Rong Zhen looked around, but there was no one who stepped forward.

It's also quite strange, these people sit in the yamen every day, seeming to be very busy, but there is nothing that requires a holy order, it can be said that they have relieved a lot of worries for the emperor.

Rong Zhen shook his hands slightly, and was ready to kneel down and make another salute before going back to feed the cat with the sweet-scented osmanthus.

"I have something to say." Yang Xian took a step forward, but he just didn't want Rong Zhen to enjoy this peace.

Seeing Yang Xian standing up, the little emperor raised his hand and said, "Speak."

"I heard about the flood in the southwestern border, which flooded thousands of acres of fertile land and displaced the people, but I haven't reported it in writing until now. I'm very curious about why."

"This..." The little emperor looked back, seeing that the queen mother did not speak, he fixed his eyes on Rong Zhen again, "Mr. Rong, natural disasters in various places should be under the jurisdiction of your household department, do you know this? "

Rong Zhen stepped forward and bowed, "I know."

"Then why didn't you report it?"

"The southwestern frontier is under the jurisdiction of the Pingnan Palace, and they should be responsible for reporting this matter." Rong Zhen is really good at kicking the ball.

"Since you know, why didn't you report it first?" Yang Xian turned around and looked at Rong Zhen, his eagle-like sharp eyes examined Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen was already prepared, and took out a memorial from his sleeve, "I originally planned to present this matter to the emperor if the people from the Pingnan Palace did not report today."

"Bring it up." The little emperor said to the eunuch, tilting his head.

The eunuch trotted down, took the memorial from Rong Zhen with both hands, and presented it to the emperor.

The emperor read it, and his expression was complicated, "It's so serious!"

"Your Majesty," said the Empress Dowager behind the bead curtain.

The emperor immediately lowered his head and handed the memorial to the eunuch, who then forwarded it to the queen mother.

This set of procedures is necessary every day, and the Empress Dowager did not know how many disaster victims died while reading the memorial.

Rong Zhen lowered his head and waited, raising his eyes to see the reactions of the crowd, which was also his usual hobby.

Some of the others stared blankly at the above reaction, and some lowered their heads with inexplicable guilt. Only Yang Xian waited with his head held high and filled with righteous indignation.

Seeing that the queen mother handed the memorial back to the eunuch, the emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Yang Xian encouragingly.

"Your Majesty, this matter is of great importance, please make a decision as soon as possible."

"What does the prime minister think?" The little emperor was smart and threw the question back.

Yang Xian had already been waiting to answer, "I believe that the emperor should issue an order as soon as possible, ordering the three southwestern provinces to open warehouses to release grain as soon as possible to save the lives of the people. At the same time, the Ministry of Households should allocate funds as soon as possible to follow up the disaster relief process."

"The prime minister said very well, then..."

"Wait a minute," the queen mother interrupted him, "Mr. Rong, what do you think?"

Rong Zhen said calmly, "I think this matter is not that simple. The three southwestern provinces are under the jurisdiction of the Pingnan Palace and are not directly under the jurisdiction of the court. What's more, the Pingnan Prince has already done his best to relieve the disaster. I don't think the court needs it at all. I have issued an order to urge him, and I will allocate the disaster relief funds from the household department as soon as possible, so that the people must not suffer."

"Do you know that the disaster victims have already gone to the capital to sue!" Yang Xian scolded, "If they opened the granary, what would happen to them?"

Rong Zhen pursed his lips, "It turns out that the Prime Minister received the petition from the victims." He tilted his head and looked at Yang Xian. "This victim is also very powerful. He can walk from the southwest to the capital even if he is hungry."

"That's the capital he was sent here with the money raised by the whole village!"

"Even so, how many days will it take for us to deliver the food to the victims if we are far away in the capital and supervise the process layer by layer?"

Yang Xian froze for a moment, "As long as the emperor makes a decree..."

"Yes, the emperor can make an order, but the prime minister doesn't seem to understand the current situation at all. Seeing that there is no one from the Pingnan Palace in today's hall, I will say it directly. Over the years, Pingnan's ambition It's getting bigger and bigger, we all know that this famine has seriously affected his three provinces and weakened his strength, why can't we..."

"Are you saying that we just stand by and watch Limin suffer?" Yang Xian shook his body and looked at Rong Zhen in disbelief. This is the good student he taught.

Rong Zhen smiled, "It's cruel to say that, Prime Minister, but it's not wrong."