The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 263, Tianji Valley, Xunyang lacks food

  General Xiao saw that the usual cross-eyed group of people had turned into tortoises, and stood up with a sneer: "Your Majesty, I think it should be ignored and let it develop on its own."

   He went so far as to say plainly that when people were in trouble, you didn't care, but now that people have passed the crisis on their own, it would be shameless for you to lick your face.

   But this was obviously not what Emperor Chong'an wanted to hear, he was not a broad-minded person.

   Ever since Shangguan Han was born, he has been worried every day that he will bring the Fuguo Gongfu to force him to abdicate, so he finally got rid of his wings.

   Now he has to let him grow up with a city, how could Emperor Chong'an be at ease.

   Taifu Zhao secretly glanced at Emperor Chong'an's expression, sighed and said, "Your Majesty, Xunyang City has just gone through a war, and there must be a shortage of clothing and food in the city.

   Chen believed that since they were the people of Daxia, the court should treat them equally and could not ignore them.

   Not to mention resisting the Huns, which was a great achievement. If you have merit, you should reward the officers and men of Xunyang City for meritorious deeds. "

   This is to treat the previous events as never happened, only that the soldiers had meritorious deeds, and did not mention King Anle at all, and wanted to take the opportunity to win over the soldiers of Xunyang City.

   As long as they accepted the imperial court's reward, King Anle would not trust them and not tell them, and those people would also tend to the imperial court.

   In this way, it is equivalent to arrogating King Anle. If he really has the intention of rebelling, it depends on whether there are people under his command who are willing to follow.

   Emperor Chong'an nodded with satisfaction: "Then Zhao Aiqing thinks it's better to let someone do this?"

   Mrs. Zhao thought for a moment before saying: "I think this person's identity is not ordinary because it shows the importance of the court.

   There is another two His Royal Highnesses who grew up with King Anle, and the relationship between the two is extraordinary, so it is the most suitable. "

   When Mrs. Zhao mentioned the second prince, Shangguan Yu, most of the people in the court were surprised.

   It's true that Shangguan Yu has hardly appeared in the courtroom, so he is mentioned less often. Everyone's impression of him is that he is low-key.

   After the court dispersed, Mrs. Zhao went straight out of the palace to return to the mansion, changed into a butler's attire and rode an inconspicuous carriage from the back door, turning left and right into a mansion.

   "Dead?" In the study, the man looked up at the person kneeling below his head, and the hand holding the brush gradually tightened.

   The person below the head bowed his head and responded, "Yes."

With a    click, the brush in the man's hand snapped. He closed his eyes and suppressed the anger in his heart: "Send a letter to Tianji Valley."

"Yes."

   As soon as the man left, a servant came to report: "Master, Master Zhao is here."

  The man threw the writing brush to the wastebasket aside, squinted his eyes: "Come in."

   King Anle woke up, which made the people of Xunyang City heave a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt even more guilt for Young Master Shen who saved them.

  Why did they listen to those rumors so obsessively in the first place?

   But it doesn't matter what they think about Shen Yijia, she only knows that if she hears those words scolding Song Jingchen again, she will type it right.

   As soon as the Xiongnu army retreated, the people who had been blocked from the city gate by Liang County also returned one after another.

   Most of the houses in the city were destroyed, not to mention the villages and towns around the city. The Huns not only looted the valuable things in their homes, but even set a fire after they were scraped.

   Burn the corpses of the people who died at their hands before they came and escaped, along with their houses.

  The deceased has passed away, and the living people have to continue to live, so now the people of Xunyang City are not only running around for food rations every day, but also rebuilding their houses.

  Song Jingchen doesn't know what to do these days, and he doesn't see anyone who goes out early and returns late all day.

  Shen Yijia sat on the window sill and looked at the sun outside in a bored manner. In fact, she has been here for so long, and she still doesn't know how to see the time according to the sun.

   All she knew was that when the sun went down, it was almost dinner time.

   Although Song Jingchen was busy, he did not forget to add a meat dish to her every day. Sometimes Nanfeng Yaoji took turns to bring it back, and sometimes it was dumplings.

   In other words, Song Jingchen brought all the dumplings, but didn't bring her.

   She never admits that it is because of her daily bedtime.

  Shen Yijia glanced at Mo Yuan, who could follow her at close range because Song Jingchen was no longer there, and felt a sense of pity for each other.

   are all the poor little ones who are forgotten at home.

  The dumplings followed Song Jingchen in and out every day, and the people of Xunyang City would still be afraid of it at first.

   It can be seen that it is very well-behaved by the side of Young Master Shenzhi. Perhaps because of the trust in Song Jingchen, gradually everyone not only did not fear it, but also named it Tiger King.

   made the dumplings so angry that Shen Yijia always had the urge to eat tiger meat whenever she saw its tail up in the sky.

   That's right, now those people can trust Song Jingchen.

   As for the reason, Shen Yijia still hasn't figured it out, is it because Song Jingchen rescued their prince?

   She didn't bother to think about what she couldn't figure out, but it turned out to be what she liked.

   In her opinion, beautiful women are so good, they deserve to be respected by everyone.

   "Mo Yuan, what do you think your uncle has been busy with these days?" He said before that he would take him to Qilin Mountain, but he didn't hear him mention it for so long.

   Thinking of this Shen Yijia makes me a little angry. The two rewards that day hadn't been redeemed yet, and the beauty Xianggong was so busy that she couldn't find a chance at all.

  Mo Yuan: "Perhaps it has something to do with food."

   Food? Shen Yijia scratched her head, and she also looked at it. Most of the grain planted by the people of Xunyang City this year was taken away by the Huns.

   And with the soil and climate here, you can only grow that one crop a year. Do you have to think of a way to get through this winter?

  This is not like in Xiagou Village, where they only need to take care of a few members of the small family, but the people of a city.

   The people here are already poor, and it is always a godsend to not be hungry, not to mention that they have just experienced a war.

  Beauty Xianggong actually intervened in Xunyang's affairs, and will not let it go. Shen Yijia thinks that Mo Yuan probably guessed right.

   But there are so many people in the city, where are you going to find food for them? This beautiful lady is not really a fairy, she can be changed if she wants to.

  Shen Yijia suddenly regretted a little. When A Xun left, they should have left all the rest of the food.

"I heard that some people went into the mountains to dig some wild vegetables a few days ago, but they encountered wild beasts. A dozen people went, but only one came back. Now everyone dares not go again." Mo Yuan heard what she heard. message out.

  Shen Yijia propped up her chin with her hands. Nowadays, people in the city rely on digging some wild vegetables to survive, but there are so many people, how can they dig enough?

  When the outer periphery of the mountain is gone, you can only enter the deep mountain, but is the deep mountain so easy to enter?

   She didn't even dare to say that she could walk back and forth without any injuries, let alone those ordinary people.

   Thank you Yunxian for the reward, pen refill, I have been busy saving manuscripts for the past few days, and I haven’t responded to the comments, but I still have time to read them again.

   Thank you for the little cuties who are still chasing the text.

   Without you, I might not be able to persevere, love you

   (end of this chapter)