As soon as the third-rank censor Hong Huachou walked out of the ranks, all the ministers couldn''t help but roll their eyes silently.


    The old man was not tall, had a dark and old-fashioned face, and a handful of goats were neatly trimmed.


    As long as he makes a report, there will be no good thing, and there will be an unlucky person who will be violently impeached.


    The emperor''s head was thunderous, and as expected, the old man opened his mouth and started to squirt, "Your Majesty! The old minister wants to impeach Tong''anbo''s son to teach his son Buyan''s son to commit crimes, trying to burn the streets of Yongtai, which almost caused a disaster!"


    The emperor tried to be as gentle as possible, "But just heard what Jingzhao Yin said, Tong''anbo''s son had died a few days ago at the intersection of Xishijie."


    "Although Mr. Chen was asked for his life by the King of Hell, the mistakes he had made before cannot be easily exposed. As the saying goes, the son is debt to his father to repay! This matter should be borne by Tong Anbo. If Tong Anbo is dissatisfied, the old minister can argue with him in court."


    The ministers looked at this old guy silently.


    Lord Hong has always been upright and just scolded him if he catches trivial matters!


    Last time, an official accidentally bumped into a small vendor stall while parading, and he was impeached by him, causing the adult to be fined by the emperor for half a year and reflect on himself for three days...


    The salary fine is a trivial matter, mainly because he lost face in front of his colleagues, and he was so angry that he had been ill for half a month.


    Now that the Tong''an Bo Mansion is being grabbed by Lord Hong, it''s a big mess.


    Although Tong''an Bo has a title, he has no fourth-rank or above, and he cannot attend the small court meeting, so the emperor had to send someone to call him.


    Taking advantage of this time, the emperor asked the Ministry of Revenue to talk about various arrangements for this autumn and winter.


    Ge Tu, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, stepped forward and took a dead face and talked about the projects of the Ministry of Revenue in the second half of the year.


    As he was talking, the topic changed and he inexplicably involved the issue of disaster relief for the refugees in Weizhou Prefecture.


    The words said how much silver is spent on disaster relief. Prince Mu took nearly 10,000 taels from the Ministry of Revenue. Putting aside the food, there are more than 10,000 silver coins alone.


    At this time, Liu Deng, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, also looked false and presented a list to show that the Ministry of Revenue had allocated 3,000 taels of stone, rice and grain according to the wishes. Later, the prince urged and withdrawn as much money from the Ministry of Revenue.


    Liu Deng, Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, also said, "I don''t know how this money is spent, how it is spent, and whether it is used on the victims of Weizhou Prefecture."


    All the ministers felt that today was extremely difficult.


    It would be fine if the imperial envoy Hong Huachao targeted people everywhere, but what was wrong with the Ministry of Revenue? He suddenly jumped out to target the prince of the Xuanping Hou Mansion.


    The emperor''s six sons, except for the three of them who were stubborn and said they were sick, were all there, one, two, four, five, and six, standing in the left row.


    Prince Pingkang and Prince Xuanping Hou stood behind the princes.


    Seeing that the Ministry of Revenue opened fire on Prince Xuanping, they looked at him one after another.


    Prince Pingkang even blinked at him happily.


    The prince raised his head expressionlessly. Before he could speak, Zhao Ban, the mighty general standing in the third place in the military general, couldn''t help but choke, "The prince has been dragging his sick body in Weizhou Prefecture for several days. After that, his Ministry of Revenue said sarcastically, "I don''t know where the money is used?"


    "Then why didn''t your Ministry of Revenue take the initiative to take over the disaster relief? When His Majesty asked, why didn''t you let go of a single one!"


    "General Zhao, you lost your manners in front of the palace!" Liu Deng, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was extremely angry, "How could you be so rude!"


    "Whatever I, Old Zhao, said, Your Majesty knows the best! I have been this kind of temper for forty years. Unlike you stinky scholars, who are all quaint and have set up pitfalls for colleagues everywhere! When the court has something to do or goes to the battlefield, I will be a turtle that is shrunk and nothing is left!"


    "you!"


    "Okay." Seeing that the ministers were about to quarrel again, the emperor quickly shouted and said silently, and glanced at Mu Zhao, "What do you have to say about Huaizhi?" Mu Zhao nodded and stepped forward to leave, "I have a book of accounts as evidence, accompanied by a signature of ten thousand people. Please check your Majesty."


    Everyone looked at the Minister of Revenue again silently.


    What did you say you were messing with him?


    Just his IQ, you, Liu Deng, are not his opponents, right?


    It also implies that others are greedy for disaster relief money by giving up their own pockets, so why are they so shameless?


    The **** Fu Dexiao quickly went down the imperial stairs, and his eyelids twitched to see the prince take out four books of account books from his arms, and he still hid two in his sleeves.


    Prince Pingkang almost fainted from laughing.


    Mu Huaizhi is really a man with white skin and black sesame stuffing.


    I really don’t know if he was sure that someone would attack him today, or that he would attend the small court meeting several times in a row, carrying these accounts every time, just waiting for someone to attack him...


    The emperor looked through the account book with a serious expression.


    The account book is clearly written at a glance, and you can see how much stone grain has been withdrawn from the Ministry of Revenue three times in succession.


    How much food is distributed to the victims and how much money is given to them to treat the disease and purchase medicine to the victims. They are all marked by handprints. Each thumb handprint is different in size and depth, so it is impossible to fake it at first glance.


    The emperor threw the account book on the face of the Minister of Revenue.


    "Look at it yourself."


    "Do you think the prince doesn''t do practical things in Weizhou Prefecture? As a result, the prince himself paid more than 5,000 taels of money!"


    All detailed records, total income and expenditure are clearly visible. As long as you are not a fool, you can understand such a well-organized account book!


    Mu Huaizhi glanced lightly at Liu Deng and Ge Tu, whose face turned pale, and saluted, "Your Majesty, this time, the disaster relief matter can be solved quickly and successfully, thanks to the help of Miss Linlang, a daughter of the Su family."


    "She not only personally managed the people in the city, but also cleared the shipping and transportation of Jiangnan Road. In addition to diversion of grain from south to north, she could also help to handle the account book clearly."


    The emperor praised it very much and asked the Ministry of Revenue to do a good job of making a good calculation and return all the money that the prince had subsidized to others.


    The Minister of Revenue made a mistake and returned to his own line in shame, lowered his head and said nothing more.


    The upright Lord Hong tilted his neck and glared at the Minister of Revenue coldly, "Mr. Liu, don''t think that everyone is as greedy as you. Don''t mess around with others before you figure it out in the future! Prince Mu is so noble, so how can you allow you to make false accusations at will."


    Everyone was almost amused by him.


    My heart says that if you talk about slandering people, you, Lord Hong, have snorted more than anyone else! If you call second in the court, no one dares to be first.


    The emperor allocated a lot of rewards to the Xuanping Hou Mansion to show rewards, which was considered to have solved this small storm.


    An **** came to report that the squad, and Tong Anbo was already waiting outside the hall.


    The emperor turned cold and asked Tong Anbo to come in and ask questions.


    As soon as Lord Hong saw Tong''an Bo, he immediately started to squirt without saying a word.


    From the burning of a street, he sprayed it until Mrs. Tong Anbo falsely accused the miserable, causing the miserable to ask for help, so he could only ask grandpa to sue someone and ask someone to write a letter of paper.


    After spraying Tong''an Bo''s Mansion, he criticized Jingzhao Mansion for inaction, and turned a blind eye to the miserable.


    Finally, he named the victim, and was Miss Linlang, who was praised by His Majesty just now. (End of this chapter)