Li Qinghuan

Chapter 47

After a while, he turned his head and whispered to the officials who followed him: "Send someone to investigate quickly. If there is such a thing, this king will never let it go lightly."

Although the money allocated by the imperial court is not enough for those corrupt officials, but in the eyes of the victims, it is their life-saving money.Now that someone has brought it up, let's check it out. Anyway, he is a majestic prince, so he is still afraid of those local snakes.

The man nodded: "Of order!"

Song Li came back to his senses: "You go, this matter must be done quickly."

The man took the order and left quickly. Song Li looked at the officials who had just fought with the victims: "Why are you guys standing here? Get out!"

The leader lowered his head resentfully, and said in a low voice: "My lord, three months is too much, can you have less?"

Song Li laughed angrily: "You fought with the victims and asked me to punish you less? Why are you so embarrassed? You have thicker skin than me."

The man said confidently: "My lord! They did it first! It's not fair"

Song Li smiled slightly, feeling that this person was quite angry with him, so he asked, "What's your name?"

The man said: "My lord, the villain's name is Zheng Chong."

Song Li: "Zheng Chong? This name suits your temper perfectly. After sweeping the stables for three months, you can work as an errand for the king after sweeping."

Zheng Chongfu descended from the sky, but he was a deadhead: "I don't, I want to be with my brothers."

Song Li sighed: "You all come to work with this king together."

Zheng Chong then smiled happily: "Thank you, my lord!"

Song Li waved his hand, and said to Da Mao and others standing beside him: "Don't worry, everyone, this king will give you an explanation. If this matter is true, this king will definitely punish you severely!"

Da Mao wiped the nosebleed from his face: "We believe in the prince."

Song Li was in a bad mood, so he stretched out his hand and patted Da Mao's shoulder: "That's it, the king still has something to do, so let's go first."

Damao: "My lord, go slowly."

Song Li nodded and quickly turned around and left, he was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would pass out here, which would be embarrassing.

Song Li walked on the verge of falling, and the people around him couldn't see. Looking at the pale young prince, he didn't know how to stretch out his hand to help him, and said excitedly: "My lord, where are we going next?"

Song Li said weakly: "Go back to the house."

The man probably didn't hear clearly, so he leaned closer and said, "What?"

Song Li said again: "Go back to the house." The voice was inaudible.

Only now did the man notice that Song Li's face was pale, with a thin layer of sweat oozing from his forehead, he thought: "This little prince is too weak, can't he just stand for a while and walk two steps?"

He sighed secretly and took a step forward to support Song Li's back. He touched the wet piece unexpectedly, and the man withdrew his hand, seeing bright red blood—the wound on Song Li's back opened again at some point .But because he was dressed in black, no one could see it.

The man didn't dare to delay, he quickly called a carriage and sent him back to the Tongpan mansion.

Song Li supported the forearm of the man beside him, and bent his waist to relieve the pain on his back. He was a little disappointed that he didn't see Ji Qing when he entered the mansion.

The servants in the mansion quickly cleaned up a side room for him, and Song Li lay on the soft couch, allowing the doctor to change his medicine.

The wound was severely torn, and it had been about half an hour since the medicine had been changed, and the pain made Song Li sweat profusely, almost losing his strength.Seeing that he was sleepy, the servants retreated one after another, Song Li changed into a comfortable position, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Xu had lost too much blood, Song Li had a rare dream.

In the dream, he was still a child. Song Li remembered that when he was young, he liked to wear white clothes very much. There was no one else, because in the books he read at that time, the heroes who fought for righteousness in the world were all dressed in white.

White clothes shake fans to practice morality, and wine and swords to explore romance.Song Li has longed for it since he was a child, so he likes to wear white clothes every time he goes out with Liu Zijian and Li Zhuxuan to "fight for justice".

But one day, his spotless white clothes were stained by a bloody hand.

It had rained that day, and the haze had just dissipated. The light of the sky passed through the thick clouds and fell on the street, and it also fell on the majestic little prince and the embarrassed young man in front of him.

At that time, Song Li was standing there waiting for Liu Zijian and others who were going to buy candied haws on the street. They were staring into the distance in a daze. A tiny force from the hem of his clothes pulled his attention back. He lowered his head and saw a bloodstained man. The young man was pale, his clothes were ragged, but his eyes were clear and bright, and he looked straight at Song Li without any timidity.The young Song Li was fascinated by looking at these eyes, and the more he looked at them, the more frightened he became.

The next moment, Song Li woke up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Qing sitting beside the bed and pulling the quilt for him.

Ji Qing didn't expect Song Li to wake up suddenly. His hands hanging in the middle of the road froze for a moment before retracting. After a while, he looked normal and said, "Wake up, does the wound still hurt?"

Song Li just woke up from the dream, didn't react for a while, and stared at him blankly.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ji Qing continued: "It's still late at night, Your Highness, please go to sleep, I lighted some soothing incense for you."

Song Li still didn't recover, and still stared at him blankly.

When Ji Qing saw this, he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression became depressed: "Since His Highness doesn't want to talk to the minister, the minister will leave."

After saying that, he got up and left, and closed the open window intimately, and then closed the door, gently and decisively.

When Song Li came to his senses, the person had already left without a trace.It's not that Song Li doesn't want to talk to him, it's just that he just woke up from a dream. He couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a moment, and before he could react, everyone left now, leaving him alone in his place, deeply annoyed.

Song Li carefully recalled the scene in the dream again, those eyes were too much like Ji Qing, he must ask Ji Qing tomorrow, and then explain to Ji Qing what happened before.

Song Li thought so, and lay down again to sleep well.

It's a pity that he didn't meet Ji Qing the next day, so he asked the housekeeper in Tongpan's mansion, and said that Ji Qing had gone to inspect various places in Yongzhou.

Since it was an inspection, it was for official business. Song Li sighed and asked, "When did your lord leave? I saw him last night."

The steward said respectfully: "My lord, it was just after I came out of your room last night."

Song Li always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come up with a reason, so he just gave up and took a carriage to the state office.

For the next month or so, Song Li never saw Ji Qing again.Fortunately, he was too busy to think about what was wrong.

In mid-June, the refugees had basically settled down. The refugees from all over the country began to rebuild their houses, and the refugees who wandered around were finally able to take root again.The magistrates in various parts of Yongzhou were cleaned up by Zhou Hongxu, and many corrupt officials were cleared out.

With Song Li in charge, those who should be ransacked, those who should be executed, and those who should be beheaded, the methods are tough and unambiguous, and the government is full of turmoil for a while, not only the local officials, but even many important officials in Beijing have restrained a lot.

The whole Wei Dynasty knew that His Royal Highness Yu Wang was upright and selfless, and the whole Yongzhou applauded, which also allowed Song Li to successfully get rid of the title of dandy.

Although his reputation has improved, Song Li himself doesn't feel much. He has been exhausted for more than a month. More than 60 official residences in Yongzhou have been confiscated. Surprised, after the money was handed over to the Ministry of Households to clean up the treasury, the shriveled treasury instantly became fuller. Song Duan tasted the sweetness of copying the house, and sent the group of scholars and hard-boiled scholars from the Hanlin Academy. The household department investigated the Beijing officials together.

When the water is clear, there will be no fish. Of course Song Duan understands this truth, so he will not be too strict in the investigation.But Song Duan's investigation directly pushed Song Li to the forefront, and Song Li had offended at least half of the court ministers.

It didn't matter to Song Li, anyway, he was the emperor's younger brother, and no one would dare to touch him even if he was offended.

Running here and there, working without touching the ground for more than a month, Song Li was exhausted to the extreme, Zhou Hongxu returned to Yuncheng, and the Yongzhou Prefecture Yamen had a backbone, Song Li was relieved, and returned to the Tongju Mansion to make up for it. feel.

Returning to the guest room where he usually sleeps, Song Li kicked off his boots and fell on the bed, intending to sleep on him until the sky was dark, but he tossed and turned for more than half an hour without falling asleep.After finishing those messy business affairs, Ji Qing is the only thing left in his mind when he is free.

Song Li felt dazed, shook his head vigorously, turned over and sat up, got up and walked out the door.

He walked through the long corridor, got into Ji Qing's room, and lay down on Ji Qing's bed.Ji Qing hasn't been back to Yuncheng for more than a month. Before, he only knew that he went to inspect, but now he doesn't know where he is.I don't know if his injury is healed, I don't know when he will come back, I don't know if he... misses him.

Song Li smelled the unique smell of Ji Qing on the bedding, thought a lot in a daze, and finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

The next day, Song Li was called up by someone sent by Zhou Hongxu before the sky was bright. Song Li, who didn't know what happened, didn't dare to delay, packed up in a hurry and rushed to the Yamen. Except for Ji Qing, the whole The officials of the Yongzhou prefectural government all sat in the meeting hall.

Seeing Song Li coming, Zhou Hongxu hastily stepped forward and said, "This minister deserves death for disturbing the prince's rest, but the matter is urgent, minister..."

Song Li was still a little sleepy, and felt a headache when he heard these polite words, so he quickly waved his hands and said, "Stop it, just tell me what happened."

Zhou Hongxu patted his head embarrassingly, and replied: "My lord, there are epidemics in several shelters in Yongzhou."

As soon as Song Li heard the word "epidemic", Song Li's drowsiness disappeared instantly. He frowned and said, "When did it happen? It was fine yesterday. Why did it happen so suddenly? Did someone spread the news falsely?"

Zhou Hongxu's hearing and memory are getting old, and Song Li's voice is very low. He only heard the last question, and quickly answered: "I tell the prince, there is absolutely no way it is fake, it is the news from Mr. Ji."

When Song Li heard this, he stood up: "Heming? When did it happen? Where did it come from? What about others? Is he all right?"

Zhou Hongxu was overwhelmed by his series of questions, he was a little dazed, but he answered with great vigor: "My lord, Mr. Ji's urgent letter arrived late last night, and it was sent from Yongchuan. .”

Song Li anxiously said: "I'm asking you about others? Is there something wrong?"

Zhou Hongxu was sweating profusely: "Lord Ji, he's fine. He blocked Yongchuan and sent a doctor. He's on his way back. He should be here in a while."

Song Li murmured: "It's okay, it's fine."

Song Li regained his composure after hearing that Ji Qing was fine, and regained his former composure: "Besides Yongchuan, where else is the epidemic?"