C84

At the Imperial City.

As the first month of the month approached, the snow began to fall more frequently. For the next few days, there was barely any clear weather. The roofs and bare branches of the trees were covered in a layer of white, becoming lifeless.

Mo Gu Han stood alone in the flower garden, allowing the falling snowflakes and the plum blossoms to land on his shoulders, entwining with his fluttering hair.

Half a month had passed, yet he still hadn't heard from Gu Moyan. Just what was going on with him? Mo Gu Han was worried, as well as the lack of food in the past few days, telling him to give some resources for the disaster. All of these made Mo Gu Han's head hurt.

He could only put Gu Moyan's matters aside and settle his responsibilities as an emperor. He picked up the flute again and put it to his lips. The melody of the flute stood out in the empty garden.

As if everything quieted down once more, a gust of wind blew over. The white plum plum flower mixed with the red plum plum flower floated down to the ground, covering it in bits and pieces. The fragrance of plum blossoms wafted over.

This is close to the end of the year, so why are there more and more victims? If it was a natural disaster, shouldn't the harvest time have come and been reported by the people below? How did it all come to this? Could it be man-made?

Mo Gu Han looked at the lotus pond in front of him. Although there was nothing there, a faint red color could be seen under the thin ice.

Even fish can live in the cold winter, but why not people who are a hundred times smarter than fish? In the end, it was difficult for the number of refugees to increase instead of decrease. The Zhou City could no longer tolerate so much, and could only approach the Imperial City.

Mo Gu Han thought with annoyance. The matters that the officials in the palace reported to the court in the morning were all close to the end of the year. For the sake of the people, the King would give them a place to stay and a feeling of being full. Cloud.

At that time, he was deep in thought. After hearing what the Minister had to say, he had hurriedly left the palace. At that time, he had been deep in thought, and after hearing what the Minister had to say, he had hastily left the palace.

He could only return to the study room, gather the Minister of Finance, and set the budget for the disaster.

"My Lord, this... "Three months ago, we gave two hundred thousand silver to relieve the border. Two months ago, we gave one million silver to Jinzhou City. Now …" The Minister of Finance counted slowly, afraid that he would say something which Mo Gu Han would not like.

However, this was enough for him to know that the Minister still had more to say, so he did not continue to ask, "Then how many silver taels do you have in the treasury? The rest will be donated. "

"But, what is left in the treasury is only enough for the king to eat and live in the palace."

"Where did the money go?" Mo Gu Han flew into a rage and slammed the table. He spilled some of the ink he had placed on it.

The few officials were so frightened that their bodies trembled and they quickly kneeled down. They were so scared that their voices were shaking, "This official … This subject doesn't know. "

"What does this King want you to do?" A dangerous look flashed across Mo Gu Han's eyes. Since these useless officials couldn't manage the treasury well, then it was time to change the position. He didn't believe that they wouldn't be able to pay even a little bit of silver.

A slightly younger official looked up at Mo Gu Han and instantly lowered his voice and replied in a voice that could be heard, "The silver taels that the king has given us have been truly plundered by officials. When we reach those cities, there will not be much left, which is why we are in such a shortage of funds."