Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 83 You call this "abandoning the son-in-law"? !

The tall horse took a few steps in the courtyard as if strolling in the garden, and its hooves tapped on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, and went towards the officials of the Zongzheng Temple.

Every time it came closer, the people from the Zongzheng Temple took a step back in panic.

Zhao Qi'an held the reins with one hand, his body swaying back and forth with the horse's back. He glanced back at the entourage he brought with him, and then looked at his future colleagues standing opposite him with a puzzled look:
"My lords, why don't you sit in the hall and come to this courtyard to welcome me, Zhao Qi'an?"

No one answered. The whole yard was silent, and no one responded.

Even though some officials in the Zongzheng Temple were angry, they held their anger in their stomachs when they saw the strong and muscular guards behind Zhao Qian'an.

At this moment, a man walked out from behind Zhao Qian'an and came in front of the horse.

This man was short, with crooked features, narrow eyes, and a greasy beard. He scanned the faces of the officials in the Zongzheng Temple with his hyena-like eyes, put on a fake smile, and said, "My lords, don't panic. These are my master's servants. We are here to bring some gifts to you on behalf of my master."

He waved his hand behind him, and the servants behind him stepped forward quickly, two of them carrying a box, and soon placed the boxes in front of the officials of the Zongzheng Temple.

"This is the donation my master made to Zongzheng Temple. It's just a small gift, not a token of respect."

After Gou Xiangxi finished speaking, he kicked over a box at his feet.

As the box tilted, the contents inside rushed out and poured all over the floor.

When the officials of the Zongzheng Temple saw what was poured out of the box, their eyes widened and even their breathing stopped.

The 80-year-old Duke, who had been trembling and in need of support, seemed to have a last burst of energy at this moment. He stood up with full energy and stared with eyes wide open.

silver!

White money!

I have never seen so much silver!
Gou Xiangxi walked slowly behind the other boxes and opened them one by one.

Those boxes of silver were displayed in front of everyone.

All the officials of the Zongzheng Temple were stunned. They seemed to be possessed and stared at the boxes of silver on the ground. They felt that the silver was so dazzling.

The Duke of England rubbed his eyes, stared at the silver for a while, rubbed his eyes again, and stared at it for a while...

it is true!
This silver is all real!

Gou Xiangxi looked at the miserable appearance of these people, with a smile on his face that was even more sarcastic.

He bent down, picked up a few silver ingots, and said slowly: "My master has just arrived, and you may not know my master's name. Then let you know it today..."

The silver ingot in his hand slipped from his gradually loosened hands and fell onto the silver mountain on the ground, making a pleasant sound.

"My master's 'Zhao' is the 'Zhao' of the Zhao family in the East China Sea!"

Only then did he look up at the people in front of him, smiled slightly, and said with a cupped hand: "Everyone, do you recognize my master now?"

For a moment, the officials of the Zongzheng Temple began to breathe heavily.

mad!
So crazy!
But the silver mountains all over the ground gave this arrogance confidence, and the four words "Donghai Zhao Family" made it impossible to refute it.
This mountain of silver on the ground weighed on everyone's eyes and on everyone's hearts, making it hard for everyone to breathe. They had to breathe hard to get some relief.

Before everyone could come to their senses, an old figure suddenly walked towards Zhao Qi'an in quick steps.

"Yes, I recognize you. I have heard of Zhao Sicheng's name a long time ago. Seeing him in person is worse than hearing about him. He is truly a talented person..."

The look in the Duke of England's eyes when he looked at Zhao Qi'an was extremely fiery.

Although before today, he didn't know much about Zhao Sicheng, and even had some misunderstandings about Zhao Qian'an due to rumors in the capital.

But now it seems... they are all rumors!

It's all bullshit!

Those who spread the rumor of "deposing the prince consort" in the capital should all be killed. Even an old fox like him was almost misled by it.

Under his earnest and enthusiastic gaze, Zhao Qi'an dismounted from his horse and saluted, saying, "Duke."

"Why call me Duke? If we talk about seniority, you should call me 'great uncle'. We are all family."

Ji Liyuan completely forgot what he had said before and tried to establish a relationship with Zhao Qi'an.

Zhao Qi'an shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate to address someone like that in the officialdom."

"Yes Yes."

Ji Liyuan responded angrily, and his eyes could not help but fall on the silver mountain on the side, and asked tentatively: "Zhao Sicheng, this silver, what is it..."

Zhao Qi'an frowned and said, "Your Majesty asked me to work in the Zongzheng Temple. Isn't it because he felt that the royal family's children were living in hardship and wanted me to improve their lives?"

He looked at Gou Xiangxi who was standing beside him, and Gou Xiangxi immediately understood and said, "It seems that I have presumptuously guessed the emperor's intention. What about the silver from the boss..."

Seeing that Gou Xiangxi was about to order his servants to move the silver away, Ji Liyuan grabbed Zhao Qian'an's hand again and said with a firm look in his eyes: "You are not wrong! This is what your majesty meant!" He was so excited that his hands were shaking.

I thought a plague god had arrived, but now it seems that this is not a plague god at all.

This is clearly a gift from the God of Wealth!
Gou Xiangxi let out a sigh at this moment, and with an embarrassed look on his face, he moved closer to Zhao Qian'an and whispered in his ear, "Sir, even if we want to donate to the court, we still need to submit an official document to the Ministry of Revenue. We really didn't follow the procedures..."

"unnecessary!"

Ji Liyuan suddenly became full of energy and shouted loudly.

What a joke, the money of Zongzheng Temple and the Ministry of Revenue are not from the same system at all. One comes from the imperial treasury and the other comes from tax revenue from the national treasury. How can they be the same?

Zhao Qi'an's money went into the Ministry of Revenue. Can he get it back?!

Ji Liyuan seemed to be afraid of alarming Zhao Qi'an, and said with a smile: "I will write to His Majesty later, Zhao Sicheng does not need to worry."

Zhao Qi'an nodded and said, "With what the Duke said, I feel relieved. But I have a request..."

Ji Liyuan readily agreed: "Just say whatever you want, Zhao Sicheng. I will definitely agree to it."

Zhao Qi'an glanced at Gou Xiangxi, who immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty asked my master to improve the lives of the royal children, so I have no choice but to do so. But since this money belongs to the Zhao family, how to spend it and who to spend it on should naturally be allocated by my master."

Ji Liyuan readily agreed: "Of course, of course."

Gou Xiangxi said, "In that case, please take my master to your 'Book Library' to see how the money allocated from the royal treasury to the Zongzheng Temple was allocated in previous years, so that my master can have a reference."

"This……"

When Ji Liyuan heard that he wanted to check the library, he hesitated and frowned.

Zhao Qi'an glanced at the boxes of silver on the ground and said, "This is only the first batch of donations."

Ji Liyuan's eyes widened immediately, and he asked in surprise: "Is there more to come?"

Zhao Qi'an nodded: "Of course."

Ji Liyuan was dumbfounded and was in a trance for a while.

He made up his mind, and immediately threw away his original concerns. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I agree."

Gou Xiangxi looked at Ji Liyuan's money-obsessed appearance and sneered in his heart.

Do you really think it's so easy to get this money?
It won’t be long before I have to pay back my capital with interest.

The benefactor cares about the overall situation and not the petty gains in front of him.

But what is he doing going west?
He was the one who proposed the "donation" idea today. If he were to lose the money of his benefactor, he would slap himself twice.

In the eyes of others, this Zongzheng Temple is a tasteless chicken rib, or even a hot potato.

But he, a "hyena official", can still squeeze out some money.

This "deal" won't lose money.

Just when the matter was settled, Ji Liyuan was about to invite Zhao Qi'an into the ministry.

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly:

"Why!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man walking angrily towards the gate.

Ji Hengyi had recovered from his shock and came over angrily with his sleeves rolled up: "Mr. Zhao, you offended the nine temples. Do you know what crime this is? The Ministry of Justice is right next door. Do you think I dare not send people to arrest you?"

"You still want to interfere in the power of Zongzheng Temple? Dream on!"

"I am here today to tell you the rules of this Zongzheng Temple..."

Just as he came to Zhao Qi'an and was about to teach this ignorant boy a lesson.

A slap hit him hard on the face.

"Snapped!"

The force was so great that he saw stars and fell to the ground.

Zhao Qi'an glanced at Ji Liyuan with a half-smile and asked, "Duke, is there any rule in the Zongzheng Temple that I don't know? I hope you can enlighten me."

Ji Liyuan rubbed his painful hand calmly, and said calmly: "What are you talking about, Temple Secretary? We are very easy-going here, there are no rules."

(End of this chapter)