The Great Tang: World Martial God

The carriage traveled all the way and went straight to the residence where Tang Hao was received.

Along the way, Tang Hao remained silent, opened the curtains, and sat quietly in the carriage, hanging his head thinking.

As early as when he was about to come to Qingzhou, Tang Hao had already read the dossier of the governor's history of Qingzhou.

Zhao Limin, a Taoist in Longyou, was a forty-four-year-old worshipped official Qingzhou provincial governor. He has been an official for more than 20 years. He is honest and upright.

But recalling what he saw and heard along the way, Tang Hao doubted the reliability of this dossier.

Hungry people are everywhere, and disasters are rampant. As the lord of a state, he is indifferent and has not seen any disaster relief measures taken by the government.

Even when the imperial court ordered the official to visit him, he didn't see him. Can such an official be honest?

With a touch of doubt, Tang Hao raised his head slightly.

In the eyes, Qingzhou governor Zhao Limin leaned over the window of the small carriage and stared at the courtyards and households on the street.

Hungry beggars hiding under the eaves waiting for death, elderly old men who hobbled with clear water, young adults carrying rice bags and touching empty money bags, and poor children begging for white-faced children behind the adults...

The miserable lives of the people were reflected in the sunken eye sockets, and Zhao Limin's muddy eyes were filled with tears.

Old tears slid across his sad cheeks, filled wrinkles, and dripped on the back of trembling hands.

There was a whisper of grief among the slightly moving lips.

"Inflict evil!"

"Old age...the old age deserves it."

Zhao Limin crouched and looked away from the car window. His face was distressed and his expression was extremely sad.

"Qingzhou, Qingzhou people, goodbye to you!"

A sneer flashed in Tang Hao's eyes looking at the old man whose hair and beard had been dyed white by the years.

"how?"

"Repent now, is it too late?"

Listening to the questioning in his ear, the old man slowly turned his head, and under the messy hair, the pale face was mixed with tears and nose.

At the moment Tang Hao met Tang Hao's eyes, the old man slowly shook his head, his eyes were hollow and he didn't speak.

It seems to be thinking, and it seems to be hesitating.

The great Confucian family was powerful, and it was heard that there was a palace official backing behind him.

Although when he received the imperial decree, the old man already understood that the imperial order officer sent to Qingzhou was the Dingbeihou named Chang'an.

For a moment, the old man was secretly happy, but in a blink of an eye, the joy dissipated.

I heard that there was a big hand behind Qingzhou, and the old man couldn't help it for a while, whether Tang Hao in front of him could contend with the high officials who controlled Qingzhou behind him.

What's more, his wives, concubines and young children are all under the surveillance of the guards, and every word is wrong, and the life of the whole family is worrisome.

The old man slowly closed his eyes, still tearing down from the old tears, a feeling of helplessness welled up in his heart.

Slowly shaking his head, the old man whimpered.

"Master Hou, you... don't be embarrassed to be in office."

"Some things, the less you know, it will be good for you and me."

The intermittent voice was mixed with helplessness, pain, and sadness, and it was particularly sad to hear.

Seeing the change in the old man's attitude, he felt relieved, Tang Hao's heart moved, knowing that this was the time when the old man's heart was shaken.

Tang Hao raised his eyebrows, his attitude turned tough, a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

"I'm not bargaining with you. As the head of the state and counties, dereliction of duty and false reports, concealing the situation of the disaster, imprisonment is inevitable."

"Tang was ordered to act, beheaded first and played later, with royal privilege."

"If you insist on knowing not to report, then Lord Zhao, the officer can only kill and kill Liwei."

Cut first and play later!

The four words hit the forehead like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

The old man grabbed Tang Hao's arm, slowly slid down, and sat on the ground paralyzed, begging.

"Master Hou is forgiving his life, the next official knows it's wrong."

"I beg your lord to read it for the sake of the old age and spare the official life."

"The old wives and children are still in crisis... old... bitter."

Where Tang Hao was sitting sternly, he forcibly pulled the old man up and said.

"If you recruit truthfully, this officer will surely be able to keep them comprehensive."

Hearing this, a bright light flashed in the old man's muddy eyes, very faint, but unusually obvious.

On the bitter face, hesitation and determination were competing with each other, and the old man's body slowly moved along with his inner struggle.

There was a moment of silence, the old man sat down slowly, his clenched hands spread out, and he sighed.

"Ashamed to say."

"The old man was originally the governor of Qingzhou, and he was in charge of a state. But since the great Confucian family entered Chang'an, the guards in the mansion have changed frequently, and they have not listened to the old man's orders. The position of the old man of the state is quickly emptied."

"The snail residence government office, the people of Qingzhou are suffering, and the old people don't know it. The memorial secretly handed up, there is no news."

"The great Confucian family has a large number of visitors, the roots involve the surrounding states and counties, and the momentum is huge. Qingzhou seems to be controlled by my old bone, but in fact it has long been controlled by the guards of the embarrassed family and the government!"

With a few words, Tang Hao suddenly understood.

No wonder Qingzhou didn't greet him after receiving the imperial decree from the court commander.

No wonder this old man didn't dare to tell the truth when he was in the government office.

It seems that this little Qingzhou is already Longtan Tiger's Den, unfathomable.

The big hand fell on Zhao Limin's shoulder, and Tang Hao had a sincere tone and firm eyes.

"Don't worry, this time."

"I, Tang Hao, will definitely return the people of Qingzhou to live and work in peace and contentment."