Eastern Palace, in Chongjiao Hall.

Since learning about the shortage of food in Chang'an City, Li Hong has been dying of food and can't sleep well, and his body seems to be a little worse.

Cai Jixiang was by his side all day long and was so distressed that he looked so sick.

Jixiang prays to the sky every night. If the gods of heaven and earth have spirits, Pei Fanxian’s magic medicine can produce miraculous effects and allow His Royal Highness to completely recover. Even if he wants to take his life away, he will do whatever he wants!

Li Hong coughed a few times, his body trembled violently. A small eunuch outside the hall walked in quickly, holding a scroll in his hand.

"Your Highness, Baekje reported."

"Baoje?"

"What happened again?" Li Hong supported himself, his eyes full of anxiety. Although the things he had to do were piled up, he never expected to receive a report from Baekje.

Since Xue Rengui stepped down from Baekje, the Baekje defenders stationed in the local area and operated well, and rarely received reports.

Could it be that there is another war?

Or are Baekje and Silla attacking each other?

With countless speculations, Li Hong unfolded the yellow scroll.

My minister Guo Wuxue said:

Last year this winter, the Baekje defenders were short of food and rust with swords and guns. I led more than a hundred people to Japan to raise military supplies, and I will return it soon...

In the spring of the second year of Xianheng, March.

Li Hong was shocked!

The Baekje defenders actually started to lack food!

His heart was thumping, and he kept thumping, covering his chest, incredible.

March in spring, it is now May in summer!

This memorial for requesting instructions has been sent to the capital now!

Baekje is far away from the capital, and all local matters are decided by the Baekje defenders themselves. Guo Wuxu submitted this memorial, just to inform him, and the delegation should be in the territory of Japan now.

"Go and check, are there any new memorials about the situation in Baekje?"

"Go quickly!" He said to Cai Jixiang anxiously.

Jixiang acted immediately, and after about a cup of tea, he turned back. When he saw Li Hong, he shook his head regretfully: "Your Highness, there is nothing new, this letter is already the latest."

"Zhide, do Jingxuan and the others know about this?"

"The old slave asked, and they don't know what the situation is now."

"This memorial seems to have come much slower than expected. If it were a normal journey, Guo Wuxu and his group would have arrived in Japan long ago."

"For some reason, there has been no reply. Maybe something happened in Japan?" Cai Jixiang made a reasonable guess, and Li Hong became even more anxious.

What can happen?

Obviously, the hundreds of people led by Guo Wuxue went to Japan to ask for money. Baekje and Silla are enemies, and fighting is Kissai.

Silla often supplies the Tang army's food, grass and military supplies that guard Baekje, which is what they should do.

The existence of the Tang army maintained the stability of Silla to a certain extent. If the Tang army evacuated, Baekje would definitely go to war with Silla quickly.

"You said, can they get military supplies when they go to Japan?" Li Hong's face was full of confusion, his words were full of doubt.

Although Cai Jixiang could pass on a simple message, he could not argue about major affairs in the government. Not long after, Dai Zhide and Li Jingxuan were taken into the hall.

When the two heard the question, they were speechless. In the end, Dai Zhide, who was even more mature, took the initiative to come out to take the blame.

"I think there is probably no problem with me."

"I have been in Baekje for many years and have a good understanding of the local and surrounding situations. This mission must have been carefully considered and quite sure."

"However, the old minister also has a concern that the Japanese wolfish people are always stingy. It is really hard to say how many military supplies they can raise."

"If it is less than half as expected, should we also prepare early and support the Baekje defenders?"

Li Hong nodded. This was a mature and steadfast method. The Baekje defenders fought for many years and were in a foreign country and were alone overseas. The court must give them sufficient support.

Whether it is food and grass or money, it is necessary. However, money is easy to raise, but the difficulty is food and grass.

To be precise, it is food.

Just a few days ago, he discussed with Dai Zhide that he should think of a way to effectively increase the grain reserves.

The food shortage problem of Chang'an City has not been solved yet, so how can we allocate grain to the front line?

"Dai Qing, can I allocate grain from the Sinong Temple?"

Dai Zhide responded respectfully: "The old minister has checked it. Now the major granaries around the capital have relatively large reserves, which belong to the Taiyuan warehouse. Drawing them from there should be a solution to the urgent need."

"There is only this warehouse? Is there anything else?" Li Hong asked anxiously, but from Dai Zhide's solemn expression, he also felt that there was probably no hope.

"At present, there is nothing."

"Hey, what should I do!"

Li Hongchou was so sad, so was Dai Zhide. The whole hall was filled with a hesitation. The food was not the weeds on the roadside, and the soil on the ground. You could get as much as you want and you could get it immediately.

"Your Highness, the food price in the capital is quite high now, and the livelihoods of the people in the capital have to be taken into account." Li Jingxuan realized that Li Hong was probably more inclined to transfer food to the Baekje defenders, so he thought it was necessary to remind him.

Don’t forget that just under your nose, there are countless hungry people who can’t eat enough.

"Yes, this is really a difficult problem."

"According to the current situation, the people of the capital and the Baekje defenders seem to be unable to take into account both." Li Hong pondered.

"In this way, Dai Qing and the ministers of the Political Affairs Hall drafted a decree, quickly passed a letter, and asked about the situation of the mission."

"Whether it is the situation of the Baekje defenders or the safety of the regiment, you must report it clearly. Do you understand?"

"The old minister received the order."

The two old ministers withdrew one after another, but Li Hong's worries were not relieved at all.

Now, he can only count on the delivery of letters from Baekje. After all, the shortage of food in Chang'an City will not change in the short term.

If Guo Wuxue can work cleverly and make a big move from Japan, the contradiction can be temporarily alleviated...

Li Hong also had a worse guess, but he didn't say it out loud. Hundreds of people from the mission will definitely take a large ship to Japan. Japan is surrounded by the sea, with high winds and high waves. There has been no news for such a long time. Could it be that something happened to the mission halfway?

The ship sank?

Members of the mission were buried at the bottom of the sea?

Countless horror thoughts arose in his mind and could not be removed. In an instant, Li Hong had a headache and his heart began to hurt again.

Ming Chongyan, a quack doctor, is indeed unreliable!

There were three days left before Li Hong could receive Pei Fanxian’s magic medicine. He regretted it. He should have set the deadline a little shorter. At the beginning, he should have sent it to the palace immediately after 10% of the magic medicine...
Chapter completed!