"Mr. Yun, what do you think of Zhaoming's move?"

In the Fourth Prince's Mansion, Feng Yu was cooking wine with a slender young man in front of the corridor, enjoying the red plums in the courtyard, and watching the snow at night.

It seems like an ordinary question, but it is what he is most concerned about now.

The young man called Mr. Yun clearly saw what he was thinking, and after only thinking for a moment, he said two words:

"It's hard to kill."

Feng Yu smiled at that time when he heard this, and his pair of hawk eyes stared at Mr. Yun tightly, as if he was saying that this was a big deal and you still need to tell me?

"Both uncles said that there are helpers behind her, and most of them were masters sent by her father. The father's move was intended to support Zhaoming and balance me and the prince. If we want to kill her like the original plan, we may have to find new opportunities."

Mr. Yun was not surprised at all when he heard this, but instead smiled:

"What's the hurry? The fisherman is profitable when fighting against the snipe and clam. Don't you know that the prince will not be able to sit still first? Will the bandits who have been raised by the mighty general's mansion take the lead? Isn't this situation the most beneficial to us?"

If someone else said these words, Feng Yu might have believed them.

But the person in front of him is helping him control the prince step by step, and he can turn the tide at every critical moment and turn him into danger.

He knew from the other person's expression that what the other person thought was not as simple as the other person said.

And when he stared at him like this, the smile on Mr. Yun's face became even stronger.

I don’t know how long it took, the snow on the night was getting smaller and the red plums fell. Feng Yu finally heard the young man murmuring:

"Since you don't believe in the princelings' methods, you can do a two-pronged approach and start from other places."

“Where?”

"You don't have to kill Zhaoming, destroy her? Monitor her? Control her? No matter what, you can minimize her control over you. If the prince's affairs fail, you will be the oriole hidden in the dark."

Feng Yu was really interested and said quickly:

"How to do Yudang?"

“To what he likes.”

Mr. Yun knocked on the table and approached Feng Yu slightly and said:

"You can give it to her whatever Feng Xi likes. Don't give it to her openly, you need to come in secret. Think about it carefully, why has Feng Xi been rejected in the past two years? The one who is above wants to use her to control you, but is her relationship with that person really strong?"

Not firm at all.

Feng Yu suddenly realized.

Yes.

Compared to the swords and weapons mentioned by others, this plan to attack the mind is not bad.

Seeing Feng Yu, who had a clever plan, leave quickly, Mr. Yun finally drank the hot wine in the glass, with his phoenix smiling and his eyes shining.

Fool.

They are all fools.

Everyone stared at Feng Xi's uselessness, and looked at Li Ge Lao's pedantic scholars.

Little did he know that among the group of waste, the prince-consor Qi Xiao, who was named the waste by his father, was the golden phoenix that could only soar into the sky.

This good bird chooses trees to live in. Such a person should be separated from Feng Xi for his own use!

"No, there are too many refugees this time. If we continue to provide this, the food we bring will definitely not be enough! With the current situation in Beijing, we may be waiting for the second batch of food to be the year of the monkey and horse month."

The next morning, Mr. Li and others gathered in the lobby of the government office again. Feng Xi, as a princess, was urged by them to ask for help, and just kowtowed her.

It’s not that she was afraid that they would kowtow their heads, but mainly because they were quarrels. And if these people were sick, wouldn’t she have to take over this waste?

impossible!

This kind of thing must not happen!

"It's not just the year of the monkey and the month of horses? With the face of the Minister of Revenue Chu Xiong, I'm afraid I'll have to cry in front of the emperor for half a day and be poor again."

Liu Wanshi shook his head. Chu Xiong was the younger brother of Chu Yu, the Minister of Personnel, and the second uncle of the fourth prince. Everyone said that the two ministers of the Chu family were talking about him.

The last batch of grain emperors and princesses could still secretly travel to Chen Cang, but now people from the two major factions clearly know the method, and it would be impossible not to stumbling them.

To put it bluntly, when did the imperial court provide disaster relief and allow refugees to fill them?

The supplies brought by the honest officials are not enough, let alone after exploiting them layer by layer?

Therefore, disaster relief is mostly about dying, but more people die than fewer people die.

However, they are now being stared at by both forces, and the problems that could have been exposed lightly will become their huge mistakes.

But the two sides are in the court with abundant roots and leaves, and they just need to do food and food...

Seeing that Li Ge Lao and others had a look of a clever wife who was unable to cook without rice, Feng Xi smiled:

"Do you really think you are living Bodhisattvas? It's good if you can't starve to death in the end of the world. You still want to eat enough? I'm not as good as you think in my dreams."

The officials stared at Feng Xi in a daze, and never expected that this princess who did not know the sufferings of the world could be so transparent.

"The princess is so serious, so we naturally know that it is impossible to let them eat enough. But even if we provide them with clear soup and water every day, the food in our hands is not enough."

The Ministry of Revenue officials who were responsible for the cooking of porridge had already counted the quantity clearly.

There are tens of thousands of people, and this gap cannot be carried by the current treasury.

After all, the entire Jokhang requires more than one place in the north.

Furthermore, he has not yet mentioned the loss of medicinal materials and other things, as well as the subsequent cleaning of the bodies of frozen dead people.

"Oh, that's how?"

Feng Xi tilted her head:

"Since this matter is so brain-intensive, it must not be solved by this waste. Don't worry, the prince consort will take action."

Seeing Feng Xi retreating bravely, she was afraid that she would be dependent on her if she was slow to speak. The young man with a mysterious robe and a graceful appearance couldn't help but smile:

"Does the princess trust me so much?"

Seeing that Feng Xi was about to respond to her again, Qi Xiao, who had already figured out the situation, changed the topic:

"As the princess said, I personally counted the supplies brought out of Beijing this time. I naturally know whether they are enough."

"oh?"

Everyone immediately became interested. Before they could ask, the murtian, who was waiting outside, ordered people to take a huge map of the northern region and unfold it directly in front of them.

Looking at the markings of the certain hill, village, and officials in the four states above, the serious officials led by Li Ge Lao were shocked.

The prince consort is planning...

Before they could spit out the words in their hearts, they saw that their princess was not psychologically burdened and said:

"Look, I'm just saying that the prince consort has a way. It's good to eat black and black. The bandits can rob us, why can't we rob them?"

Mr. Li and others agreed that it is not impossible...

Then they saw their princess turn to look at Qi Xiao, and his eyes were bright and suggested:

"I want to say that these bandits cannot afford food, they can still give birth! How a pity will it be if there are so many strong men on the mountain? Let's take them apart and send them to sell them all over the world! They must be willing to sacrifice their lives for the country."

Qi Xiao: "?"

Officials: "?"

Good guy.
Chapter completed!