In the journey, in addition to rushing, Feng Wuhen and his party rushed towards Fujian almost as fast as possible. Even so, such a huge imperial envoy group would never be able to disturb the local area. Officials of all sizes in Fujian had been on high alert and made preparations as much as they could. They had to do so. Now, Governor Nie Siyuan has lost his official position and has already taken care of the funeral at home. When the imperial envoy comes, he is probably the first to kill him under the sword. The second prince, the biggest backer of Fujian, has died. Looking up, there is no one in Fujian who can hold on to the scene. Under pressure, the officials can only form a loose alliance, but the effect is probably only God knows. Today is the day when the imperial envoy arrives in Fujian.

"The imperial envoy, Prince Qin, has arrived!" With a long shout, the officials of Fujian all bowed down and went down: "I respectfully ask the Emperor for the Holy Lord, long live my emperor!"

"Sage, please beg me!" Feng Wuhen replied with a wry smile. To be honest, the most troublesome thing about him was this complicated etiquette. Fortunately, due to his weak and sickness when he was a child, the emperor did not send anyone to teach at all times, so he did not show his flaws in this regard. However, he has been with his father for a long time and has been in contact with these things in the past two years. It is really boring. Who knows whether these kneeling officials are cursing the Lord of Wancheng or himself.

He glanced at the pale-faced governor, and Feng Wuhen said with a stern face: "According to the emperor's imperial edict, the governor of Fujian, Nie Siyuan, has not made any achievements during his tenure, but has neglected his duties. After the disaster, the people died and were displaced. I thought that Nie was a hero after he was a hero, and he could not bear to be punished, so he intended to make his merits be punished. Unexpectedly, he did not want to appease the people, but instead stirred up civil unrest. In the end, the emperor's two sons were unfortunately killed. None of the above are forgiven crimes, and his title of count was cut off and his family property was in the officialdom. He should have been clear about the punishment of the country, and he thought that his ancestors had made contributions to the country. I could not bear to be guilty of guilt and innocent, so he gave Nie Siyuan to commit suicide. His eldest son was exiled to the pass, and the rest of the family members were not guilty. This is the imperial edict!"

Feng Wuhen, who was standing in the head, could clearly feel that Nie Siyuan breathed a sigh of relief. He had come with the awareness of dying. No matter if Feng died, he would undoubtedly bear the charges. He knew very well. If he kept biting, he might not count on himself and his family would suffer. Therefore, he had long been determined to not speak out. Now the emperor's will is to deal with him only, but he saved his family. The profound meaning was clearly visible. However, these Fujian officials might be disappointed. Their lives are not easy to save. Under the sword of the emperor, I don't know how much blood will be covered with to stop. However, all this has nothing to do with him.

"The sinner thanked the emperor for his kindness." Nie Siyuan leaned down deeply. All the officials breathed a sigh of relief. Since Nie Siyuan was so sensible, they should be able to protect themselves.

"Come on, take Nie Siyuan down first." Feng Wuhen waved his hand and ordered, "Let him meet his family again."

All the officials were stunned. If Nie Siyuan's charge was not deliberately favored by the emperor, the crime and the three tribes were possible. The death was considered a very light punishment. Now the Seventh Prince asked him to see his family again before he died. Is there any mystery? Only tears flashed in Nie Siyuan's eyes, and he showed gratitude. He bowed the ground and knocked again, and then he retreated with the two guards. Several officials with good looks looked at his back as he walked away, with a hint of undetectable pity flashing across his face.

"My dear sirs, I have not seen many victims along the way, but I know the disaster in Fujian, and it is urgent to wait. I wonder what measures have you all the parents of the people taken after the disaster?" After dealing with Nie Siyuan, Feng Wuhen's expression also became much more relaxed, but his first sentence was like a dagger, stabbing the officials' vital points.

Since Nie Siyuan was dismissed from office and was sentenced to death, the governor Guo Hanjin became the highest-ranking official present. The rest of the people could be ruled, but he could not even hide. Fortunately, he had a vague case on these problems, and if it really didn't work, he could still be blamed on Nie Siyuan, which was not completely uncoordinated.

"If you go back to Your Highness, the disaster in Fujian came suddenly, so the prefectures and counties were not prepared enough. Fujian was originally a rich place, but the heavy rain continued. Although it was midsummer, the grain in the warehouse was moldy, and even if it was relief, it would attract doubts. In desperation, Lord Nie had to use the disaster relief funds allocated by the court to buy food from other provinces. However, those unscrupulous merchants took the opportunity to raise the price of grain, so they did not buy enough food, which made the victims unable to fill their stomachs. As soon as the plague spread after the disaster, the consequences of countless casualties could not be avoided. The flood flooded the fertile fields in total, and there were countless other losses. Although we officials tried our best to plan, the power of natural disasters could not be stopped by human forces..."

"Enough!" Feng Wuhen coldly interrupted Guo Hanjin's words, "According to Lord Guo, the people's casualties this time were all natural disasters, and no man's disasters were caused. The court repeatedly declared that during the major disasters, the price of grain must not be raised. Those grain merchants ignored the imperial court's laws. If no one was behind the scenes, they might not be so brave, right? Besides, countless fertile lands are flooded. Why did I hear that the great gentry in Fujian are not only unharmed, but also have more fields under their names?"

The officials had heard that Feng Wuhen had come along with the rules. Who would have thought that he would know so clearly about these secret matters and would have been panicked. It should be noted that they are now all guilty, no better than the potential forces of the gentry in the local area. If Feng Wuhen had attacked them, he would probably have swept down a large area.

Although he could not be constrained, it was quite easy to send two reliable people to inquire about the news. Feng Wuhen's close guard Ye Fengyuan was a family member of Fujian and took on the task of spies unswervingly. Therefore, Feng Wuhen could not say that he knew the disasters in various parts of Fujian and understood them seven or eight. The second brother was really confused. If it was really what Ye Feng said, he might have been used as a gun by others, hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. Humph, the activities behind Fujian might not be even millions of taels of silver!

"Okay, I came from afar and was a little tired. I'll say that today. I hope you all think carefully. This time, the father was very angry about the incident in Fujian. I'm afraid that a little shirks will not make him feel angry." A mysterious smile appeared on Feng Wuhen's face.

In the Qinzheng Hall, Emperor Feng Huanzhao was frowning and reading a secret copy that had just been submitted. "The left Censor Bao Huasheng was ordered to seek his visit!" A sharp and thin voice suddenly came from outside the hall, breaking the unspeakable silence. Feng Huanzhao rubbed his already drowsy head hard and said in a deep voice: "Xuan him come in!"

"The empress Bao Huasheng bowed to the emperor!" Bao Huasheng was nearly forty years old, and was promoted from an ordinary junior official to a first-rank imperial censor. His reputation of being upright and unjust has been spread all over the world and is known as the "iron wall" in the court. At that time, he wrote down sixteen officials from Jiangnan from the governor to the prefect, and became famous. The people of the two rivers even set up a tablet of immortality for him, which was a rare honest official in Lingyun.

"Bao Huasheng, do you know why I summoned you alone?" There were only two people in the empty hall, and the emperor's voice seemed a little erratic.

"I am sorry for the humble minister. I don't know what is important to summon me?" Bao Huasheng was a little surprised. In the past, when the emperor always gave him a throne directly, he rarely called him. What happened today?

"Bao Huasheng, if I remember correctly, you have gone from a seventh-rank small official to a top-rank senior official. It is rare for this dynasty to be promoted for more than ten years. I still remember the iron-mindedness of your impeachment of those dirty officials in Jiangnan back then." The emperor's tone was a little sad.

"I was frightened and didn't know the world was so strong that the emperor was so careful that he saved hundreds of thousands of people in Jiangnan." After more than ten years of official career, Bao Huasheng has been deeply tempered and will never be complacent for the emperor's praise.
Chapter completed!