In the solemn Qianqing Palace in the early morning, all the officials were standing neatly on their thrones according to their official ranks. As Eunuch Jiang said: "Your Majesty, here you come!" all the officials knelt down in unison: "Long live my emperor, long live me!" ,Long live!”

"Ping Sheng!" Gong Zetian looked at the courtiers standing below and found that the Imperial Tutor Wen Shijie had taken leave again. Jiang Fuqing came closer and whispered: "Master Wen has been hit by the heat. There have been floods in various places recently. I'm worried about things again, which aroused my old illness." Gong Zetian nodded slightly when he heard the words.

"If you have the foundation to start a memorial, if you don't have the foundation, you will retreat from the court."

Zhang Xiuqi, the right deputy censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, stood up and said: "I have this report. I think there is something wrong with the disaster relief. Throughout the ages, such matters have always been mixed with benefits, officials, and officials to protect each other. What is being poured out is the imperial court's money." Assets are exploited by the people..."

"Sir Zhang, the old minister is rotten, but he also thinks that now is the critical moment for disaster relief. Are we being unfair to our colleagues who are working diligently on the front line of disaster relief by talking loudly in the court? I don't know what the intention is?" Qian Weizhong, the deputy chief censor on the left, choked before Zhang Xiuqi could finish his words.

"Lord Qian asked what the intention was. I, Zhang Xiuqi, am worthy of heaven and earth in front of the saints and officials. I only have a sincere heart for the country and the people. On the contrary, I want to ask why Lord Qian is so impatient. Nai, why?"

"You..." Before Qian Weizhong could speak, he heard a clear and long voice: "Report...the emperor's success in the frontline disaster relief work."

"Okay! Report."

"Your Majesty's Holy Mirror, Prince Shaobao Wen Xiurong respectfully presents it. On the second day of the eighth month of the Gengzi Year, the relief work for floods in various places has been concluded: the total cost of the imperial silver is 50,000, 57,000, 6, 130, and 20, leaving the remaining 23,000, 30,000. One hundred and seven hundred and more. Among them, the remaining amount is 8,007 to subsidize the families of the dead and wounded officials and soldiers, and the rest is used to resettle the people. The smooth completion of the disaster relief work depends entirely on the Holy Might of our Emperor, and the concerted efforts of the officials from top to bottom, and everyone has a public heart. I know very little about the imperial court, and I am young, frivolous, and will inevitably be impatient and reckless when encountering problems. Thanks to the generous advice from my colleagues, I am able to live up to my emperor's instructions. Attached is a detailed investigation form after Wanmin was resettled for future reference. Peace be upon you, Holy Gong.”

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

"Your Majesty, Holy Ming, God bless our Qi Dynasty," the right prime minister Mu Qingjie hurriedly knelt down and said, and all the ministers knelt down and shouted: "My Emperor, Holy Ming."

"My dear friends, please stay safe." I am very relieved to have received the good news of the disaster relief work from the front. I don't have much for breakfast. Would you like to have a bowl of rice porridge with me? "

"Thank you, Your Majesty for your grace!"

"Okay, Jiang Fuqing, serve the rice porridge!"

"As ordered, rice porridge is served."

Suddenly, in the solemn Qianqing Palace Hall, the fragrance of rice porridge spread out. After a bowl of warm rice porridge, the originally tense atmosphere in the palace was relieved a lot. The emperor slowly said: "Zhang Xiuqi!"

"I'm here."

"Do you have anything else to say about disaster relief now?"

"Your Majesty, we don't have any at the moment. I would like to ask for permission to check the resettlement survey form."

"Haha, you are really serious, but in this world, people are most afraid of being serious. I'm right! Go and read it after you retire from the court." After saying that, he looked at Jiang Fuqing. "There is a foundation for starting a memorial, but there is no foundation for retreating from the court!" "After a while.

"Get up and retreat from the court."

"I respectfully send you off to Your Majesty. Long live my emperor, long live, long live," the ministers knelt down in unison and said.

"Your Majesty, are you going back to Yangxin Hall or...?"

"Go to Kunning Palace and have a seat. I haven't visited the queen in a long time."

"Yes, show off to Kunning Palace!"
Chapter completed!