Mrs. Shangshu's beauty turned pale, and she hurried over with the newspaper, "Master, have you read the newspaper? It says..."
snort.
Luo Ken frowned.
If the person in front of him hadn't been his first wife who had been with him for many years, he would have cursed him long ago.
"Madam, how many times have I warned you? Your Majesty is ordering the Jinlin Guards to strictly investigate the source of the newspaper. How can anyone in the house dare to read this thing at this time?"
"In case the news reaches His Majesty's ears, it doesn't matter if we are punished. What if it affects the prince's grand plan?"
He waved his hands angrily.
"Destroy it quickly. At the same time, order to seize all newspapers in the house and severely punish those crazy slaves who dare to send newspapers into the house..."
"Sir," Mrs. Shangshu interrupted him hastily, "this is a gift from my in-laws."
"In-laws?" Luo Ken Boran was furious, "Who are these in-laws who are so ungrateful? Tell them not to visit me again, and I will pretend that I never gave birth to this daughter."
Snapped.
Mrs. Shangshu slammed the newspaper on the table, "The newspaper said that our grandson disappeared in Baekje not long ago, and his life and death are still unknown."
If her in-laws hadn't bravely delivered the newspaper, she wouldn't have known about the news.
Luo Ken was startled by his wife's toughness.
Isn't there someone missing? He didn't care.
The Shangshu Mansion is such a small place, but a maid or servant disappears from time to time, let alone such a huge Baekje?
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Ken reacted and trembled immediately, "Who did you just say was missing?"
"Our grandson, King Qi!"
"How is that possible?" Luo Ken's expression changed drastically.
He immediately picked up the newspaper and searched up and down quickly, "Where did such ridiculous news come from?"
Mrs. Shangshu ignored the complaint and quickly turned to the front page headline to find the original text.
Luo Ken looked at it intently, his expression getting uglier and uglier.
From the end of June to the middle of July, Baekje suffered a severe typhoon that had not been seen in a century. The Japanese troops and the East China Sea barrier suffered heavy losses. Nearly 300 Yunchui soldiers, including King Qi, disappeared, and their whereabouts are unknown...
"Sir," Mrs. Shangshu asked in a stiff voice, "They say that ghosts are coming to an end during the Ghost Festival. Did Baekje really suffer a heavy rainstorm that has never happened in a century?"
thump.
Luo Ken's body softened and he sat down on the Taishi chair.
Although the news in the newspaper has not been confirmed yet, he already believed it in his heart.
At this critical moment when the empire was establishing its heir apparent, as Minister of Industry, Luo Ken had been keeping a close eye on the work of his subordinates, fearing that something would go wrong that would affect Emperor Changxing's judgment.
Therefore, he is quite clear about the situation in various places in Yunchui.
For example, half a month ago, the eastern coast from Beiguan in Tamaki County to Pinghai County in the central part of the country was hit by extremely violent storms.
The storm that lasted for half a month destroyed countless post roads, ditches, large and small residents and farmland. Many projects were forced to be completely interrupted. Officials from various places are urgently assessing the damage and reporting for help.
Since this violent storm comes from the sea, Baekje is very likely to suffer the same blow...
Mrs. Shangshu slapped her thigh directly, "Our grandson is a prince, so no matter how heavy the rain is, what does it have to do with him? Doesn't he still go to the beach to play?"
well.
Luo Ken's face darkened.
It was really possible for Chen Xiuzhu to run out in the rain.
Who asked him to keep telling his grandson Duoduo to come into contact with ordinary soldiers and lead by example?
"Master, what should we do now?"
Without Chen Xiuzhu, everything they have done before will be in vain and become a joke in the eyes of others.
Luo Ken didn't say anything immediately.
He raised the heavy newspaper in his hand with a stern expression, "Today's newspaper...have many people in Xingji City read it?"
Luo Ken emphasized the word "today".
Mrs. Shangshu understood what he meant and looked ugly.
"Didn't I just say that His Majesty is strictly checking the source of the newspaper? The wealthy people who are being watched by Jinlin Guards probably won't read it. But..."
But just in case more than their relatives or friends notify or circulate it to each other.
Why.
Luo Ken reacted and let out a long sigh.
"That's it. Now I can only pray that this is nonsense or that God will bless the prince and be safe. At the same time, Xiao Zheng and Lu Fuhai can find him as soon as possible."
It would be of no use waiting for Emperor Changxing to establish a prince before finding someone.
"Master," Madam Shangshu suddenly felt blessed, "Seeing that Brother Zhu was about to recall Xingji City but suddenly disappeared, this is too coincidental. I wonder if there is someone else playing tricks on him?"
Luo Ken took a deep look at his wife.
"Here comes, prepare the sedan chair. I want to enter the palace."
Imperial City.
Royal study room.
Du Ziming is now very self-aware and thinks twice about every word he says.
Emperor Changxing read the contents of the newspaper several times before he dared to believe his eyes.
boom!
He smashed the inkstone on the dragon case hard.
The sound was so loud that even Changlu, who had just returned from condolences outside the palace, was startled.
"Who will tell me whether what is written on this mess is true or false? Where are the imperial envoys I sent to Baekje? Where are they now?"
"Your Majesty," Changlu had no choice but to stand up.
"A few days ago, the Beihai Customs Supervisory Army reported that there were sudden heavy rains in Beihai Customs and Baekje, landslides, and the post roads were seriously damaged. Both the Starfall Army and the imperial envoys were stopped. It is estimated that they have not reached Jinlongtan yet.
"
"Absurd!" Emperor Changxing banged the newspaper, "Since neither the Starfall Legion nor my imperial envoys can enter, how did the news in this newspaper come about?"
No one said anything.
The entire imperial study room was quiet.
cough.
Changlu coughed lightly.
"Your Majesty, it's important to take care of the dragon's body. We don't have to be angry about such a piece of news that is hard to tell whether it is true or not. Otherwise, we should verify Prince Qi's situation first?"
If Chen Xiuzhu really disappears, then the capability of this newspaper will really need to be re-evaluated.
Because it seems that it can deliver messages much faster than the Eight Hundred Mile Express and Jinlin Guard.
If it is false, it can justifiably be shut down in the name of spreading rumors to confuse the public.
Emperor Changxing's heart skipped a beat.
Is it faster than the 800-mile express?
It sounds vaguely familiar. It seems that someone has mentioned such a thing before.
It's just that he has been busy with state affairs for a long time, and he can't think of it for a while.
Just as he was trying to remember, Emperor Changxing felt his head tingle.
The familiar headaches and dizziness came over me one after another.
laugh.
He couldn't help but hug his head and cry again.
"Your Majesty," Changlu was shocked, "How are you doing? Do you want me to be the imperial doctor or Master Hongguang?"
After a long while, Emperor Changxing waved his hand and said, "I'm fine."
However, his pale face made the hands and feet of Chang Lu beside him and Du Ziming in front of the Long Case feel cold.
"Du Qing..." Emperor Changxing looked at the respectful commander of the Jinlin Guard below, and for some reason suddenly remembered Zuo Fu, the commander of the Forbidden Army who had just died.
He suddenly lost interest in talking and waved his hand tiredly, "You go down first and continue tracing the source of the newspaper."
"I obey the order." Du Ziming felt relieved, agreed, turned around and left.
As soon as we left, the little eunuch hurriedly walked into the imperial study room.
"Your Majesty, the Six Ministers and the Grand Master Ren Yi are asking for an audience."
Several people outside the door looked at each other, and their eyes couldn't help but fall on each other's sleeves.