"At that time, Duke Jin of Han died, and the court had not yet captured it, but I knew that it was the commander of the demon monk Guanghong in Huaixi; and this time, it was the work of Li Shigu in Ziqing." The emperor was furious, "Kill my two ministers and ministers, and I have irreconcilable with the rebellious town!"

Du Huangshang then said, "If the criminals are not punished, the court rules and laws of the Celestial Kingdom will survive? Please ask Your Majesty to pronounce the verdict of Duzhi into the hall, ask the money and the valley to count, and then continue to urge the six armies to attack the traitors."

"I will never give up the battle, I will never discuss peace, I will never tolerate it!" The emperor waved his sleeves and shouted three times in a row.

Soon, Pei Yanling, a judge, ran in a small step and entered the hall.

When he knew that Zhao Jing's head was different, he understood everything, but he couldn't understand anything. When he saw the emperor standing opposite him, he cried bitterly, and bowed down and shouted, "Please punish the murderer who killed Zhao Zhonglang."

"I naturally know this, so I asked you, what is the current situation of the treasury?"

Pei Yanling poured beans in a bamboo tube, and he gave the emperor a secret. Only then did the emperor understand how important it is to defeat Xifan and restore Helong:

The income from the trade with Nanzhao belonged to Wei Gao, the governor of Jiannan, but the trade with Xifan was carried out by the Duzhi Department, which made a profit of 300,000 yuan for a year;

The trade between the Hu merchants and Central Turkish people in Beiting, Anxi was restored due to the restoration of the Hexi Corridor, and the Uighurs' trade on the Jingyuan Water Road, benefited 500,000 yuan for a year;

After rectifying the Yanli in Hedong, Shuofang, Sanchuan, Helong and the Gorge, the imperial branch office could obtain another 880,000 guan a year;

In addition, the two taxes in Jiannan, Xingyuan, Fengxiang, Shannan East Road and Jingnan also have three million guan.

Of course, this does not include taxes on the eight roads of Jianghuai and taxes on salt, tea and wine, totaling 80 million yuan, and they are all staying in Jingkou!

After a year of hard work, the emperor's inner treasury now has an income of one or two million yuan.

Even though the small country in Anxi Beiting did not pay taxes to the court, Kucha, which produced good iron, contributed 3,000 armored soldiers to the Tang camp, 800 armored soldiers, and 2,000 iron swords, and the contributions of the countries such as Khotan and Shule were made;

As for Tuyuhun, Dangxiang and Shatuo, which were placed in several prefectures in the Hexi Corridor, they presented 6,000 excellent war horses to the Tang in one year, and the horse houses in the northwest raised national horses, with an increase of no less than ten thousand each year. Now the Emperor's Church has ordered that the Uighurs will no longer accept the mandatory horse market. If the Uighurs want to sell horses, they will directly drive them to the border town for transactions without driving them to the capital. This will be equivalent to completely abolishing the previous unequal trade treaties.

"In other words, the court is fully capable of completely suppressing Huaixi and Ziqing?" the emperor asked Pei Yanling.

Pei Yanling nodded constantly.

"Strange, Huaixi, Ziqing thieves can launch a war with despicable assassination, but they cannot end it. The power to end can only be in my hands." The emperor's attitude this time was extremely firm, "If you fight, you will continue for a year, two, three years, until there is a result."

At this moment, Lu Zhi reminded: Although the national treasury still has a surplus, it is best not to use troops to Huaixi and Ziqing at the same time. According to my ministers, use King Chengde Wu Jun and Zhang Jianfeng of Xuzhou to restrain Li Shigu. The main military strength is to give priority to pacifying Wu Shaocheng.

"Yes." The emperor agreed to this, and then he stopped talking and slowly walked up. After a long sigh, he said to Du Huangshang and Lu Zhi: "Du Qing wants to take charge of the national economy, and Lu Jiu is in charge of the election and tribute. Originally, Jia Pushe could go to Dongdu for the death of Zhao Jing, who was killed by his son, but..."

"Your Majesty, for the sake of this, the only way to use Gao Guest." Du Huangshang suggested.

"Since Gao Yue was the guest of the prince, I wanted him to be in a leisurely position. If Baima Xuan was the Minister of the Central Secretariat again, wouldn't he regard Shuheng as a child's play?" The emperor's words were full of displeasure.

"That minister Huang Shang is willing to replace him..."

"Oh, this matter is very important. Let me think about it carefully. Please retreat." Du Huangshang, who recommended himself, was ruthlessly interrupted by the emperor.

As a result, in the Daming Palace that night, the Crown Prince Li Song left Shaoyang Courtyard and asked Your Excellency to meet the emperor.

Then Li Song submitted a memorial and sincerely asked the emperor to issue an edict to let Gao Yue make a comeback, become the Minister of the Secretariat, and fight against the rebellious town for the court.

The father and son repeatedly argued for a long time, and finally the prince moved him to understand his reason with his feelings, which made the emperor accept the suggestion initially.

So the entire Daming Palace and the capital caused another sensation the next day. Everyone knew that it was the prince who recommended Gao Jigong to be the prime minister for the second time. "If Jigong really became a country, then the court and Huaixi, Ziqing would really have to be eliminated before death."

In the prison of the Imperial City Censorate, Yuan Jing was hung with her hands, and her legs were straightened and tied to the prison gate. Several children of the City Censorate censor shouted and waved the hammers in turn and smashed Yuan Jing's legs to break their leg bones. However, Yuan Jing was extremely powerful. Not only did the hammers hit his legs, but he also had the strength to continue cursing: "There are all groups of weak rats, and they can't even torture them. What kind of is the name of the City Censor?"

Suddenly, a man with a fleshy face flashed from the corner of the corridor, and he narrowed his eyes and walked in from the prison door. The children of the City Guardian were all terrified, "Are you Yuanjing from Foguang Temple in Songshan? I am General Jinwu, the left and right street envoy of the City Guardian, and I am the Fenyang Palace. My name is Guo Zhuan."

When I heard this name, even Yuanjing would not be indifferent.

"You'll just ask, you won't recognize all your accomplices." Guo Zhuan clapped his hands, his tone was calm, but it also showed endless sinisterness. "It's better to go to Goujiling in the East City, or the West City, and chop it vigorously, to shoot it with a strong sword. It's much better to die silently in this dungeon full of bed bugs and mice."

"What to recruit?"

"You were instructed by Li Shigu, the governor of Ziqing, to assassinate Zhao Jing and seize the Eastern Capital. As long as you admit it, Jingzhao Yin and Henan Yin's mansions will be convenient for you to get a job. I will give you food and drinks in the future. Keep it so that you can go to the East City or the West City with great pleasure."

"How can I ask..."

Before Yuanjing's words were over, Guo Zhuan raised the hammer with both hands and smashed it down like lightning. With a crisp sound, Yuan Jing's head was raised high, sweat splashed out, and howled extremely tragic: his thigh bone was instantly interrupted by Guo Zhuan...

Then Guo Zhuan gritted his teeth and hit Yuanjing's abdomen and waist with several more hammers. The old monk's ribs were also broken, and he vomited blood and wailed.

With a dull sound, Guo Zhuan spat and threw the hammer to the ground.

Then he turned his fingers and Yuanjing was pressed to the ground by several wolves and tigers of the city patrol prison. Half of his body was almost intact, and his hands were handcuffed to the wall by iron chains.

"Shangtu Bag." Guo Zhuan said.

Soon, a bag of cloth bags filled with wet soil pressed on Yuanjing's body. His broken legs trembled rapidly, and he wailed again in pain, shouting, "Hurry up, kill me!"

Guo Zhuan smiled. He knew that when a prisoner shouted this, it means he could no longer suffer.
Chapter completed!