We set off today, that is to say, we should leave now.
It seems that the emperor doesn't want to see her very much.
"Prince" The Marquis of Xi Chu stopped Suqian who was about to leave.
Suqian turned around and said, "Grandpa" "Ahem, you pack up and go to fight the drought with Mr.
Ke.
Don't worry, I will ask Mo Jiu to come with me.
He will take care of anything.
Don't be afraid."
Su Qian Your Highness is not afraid.
No, by the way, I haven’t left yet.
You’re even ready to take the blame.
Do you think she’s completely useless or something?
This is really my grandfather.
It's just, earthquake and drought, the emperor doesn't plan to provide supplies, so how to deal with it?
Do you want her to die or do you want her to die?
Suqian grinned, did the emperor kiss me?
Is it really okay to deceive his son like this?
No wonder Gu Rongzhi wanted to rebel.
Tsk, this poor child has a father who doesn't care for his mother, and he was assassinated in the sky.
His life is not an ordinary one.
The Marquis of Xichu had great appeal.
He gathered several large carts of supplies and left first, and the rest of the supplies would arrive later.
Conan Ning was sitting in the carriage on the verge of crying.
He raised his eyes to look at the lazy Crown Prince opposite him, and then looked at the indifferent Xi Chu Mojiu.
He couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his forehead.
Ah, my head hurts so much and my heart feels so tired.
Can I start over?
Xichu Mojiu looked at Suqian who was leaning in the carriage reading a book, pursed his lips, and looked a little impatient.
What on earth did this idiot do?
Why did the emperor let him go to quake the drought and not give him anything?
Did he let him die?
"Look again and I'll dig out your eyes."
Suqian raised her eyelids and stared at Xichu Mojiu, who had a cold expression and was as calm and majestic as a bamboo dotted with ink.
Xi Chu Mo Jiujun's face darkened: "Gu Rongzhi" "Why do you want to do something wrong?"
Su Qian threw the book into his face, pinched his waist and hit him directly, "Did I ask you to come here?
Are you showing off your face to someone?
Don't you want to go back to the Hou Mansion and pretend that I care about you?"
" "you" Xichu Mojiu pointed at Su Qian's nose with shaking hands: "Don't you know what is good and what is bad?"
"I'm happy, I'm happy, you can control it."
Su Qian glared, stretched out her legs suddenly, and kicked Xi Chu Mojiu out of the carriage, "Get out of here, I'm annoyed when I see you."
This bastard gave Gu Rongzhi a lesson whenever he saw him, and made a face like a dean.
She was not willing to listen to his nonsense.
With a pop, the heavy object fell to the ground, accompanied by a painful groan.
The trembling Mr.
Ke Hey, why has His Highness the Crown Prince’s cruelty index increased again?
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Conan Ning carefully lifted the car curtain and watched the embarrassed Master Xichu get on a horse before pressing his frightened little heart.
Can he also switch to a horse?
He was afraid of being in the same carriage with His Highness the Prince After half a month's journey, we drove slowly and hurriedly all the way, and finally arrived in the drought-stricken area in the northwest.
The drought is indeed serious.
The fields are cracked, the rivers and lakes have dried up, and the originally green mountains have now become bare barren mountains and wilderness, which looks very heart-wrenching.
The people in the drought-stricken area of the northwest moved to their homes in twos and threes.
They were all sallow and thin, with dazed and dull expressions, and they all looked like they were struggling to the death.
The faces of the group of people who saw this changed.
The drought was much more serious than imagined.
The group rested in a town not far from the drought.
Conan Ning went out to inspect and discuss solutions with local officials.
Xi Chu Mojiu also followed.
When the two wanted to ask Su Qian for her opinion, they turned around and found that the person was gone.
Xichu Mojiu Conan Ning This is really an ancestor Angrily, Conan Ning sent someone to look for her.
Grandma, if there was something wrong with the prince, he would just hang himself from the beam.
When I returned home from the province, I was torn into pieces by those people, and my body was divided into five pieces.
Ah, my heart is so tired.
Conan Ning was restless in the county magistrate's office.
How long has it been?
Why has there been no news from His Highness?
What on earth has His Highness been doing?
The county magistrate of Yue County in Handcheng is forty years old, chubby, fair and tender, like a Maitreya Buddha.
While wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he responded to various questions raised by the two ancestors who had come down from Kyoto.
In the end, he realized that Mr.
Ke was restless, and then he cautiously asked, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Conan Ning glared, "Please arrange the refugees properly.
The materials for Beijing have been distributed.
You need to open the warehouse to stock up on food first.
Go and do it quickly."
"Sir, sir," the county magistrate was about to cry, "It's not that the officials are unwilling to open a warehouse to store grain, but that there is no food to store.
What's the use of opening a warehouse to store grain now?
The county is almost becoming a dead city.
The people All are gone, and the remaining ones are all the old, weak, sick and disabled.
Almost all the shops on the street have been closed.
There is nowhere to buy medicinal materials.
The subordinates are also very desperate."
Conan Ning said with a stern face, "Notify the nearby towns where refugees have emerged to properly arrange the refugees, try to gather the refugees, and then report back.
I will arrange the whereabouts of the refugees, as well as the distribution of food, and tell them that if they dare to oppress and expel the refugees, Anyone who is found guilty of serious crimes will be shot to death on the spot.
This is the imperial decree."
The county magistrate's face changed, he bowed his head and bowed out, and quickly gave orders.
Xichu Mo was silent for a long time, "This is not a long-term solution.
If the root cause of the drought is not solved and the refugees are displaced, riots will eventually occur.
Moreover, the weather is hot and the climate is dry, and there is a fear that a plague will occur."
Conan Ning wiped his face and said, "What on earth did the Holy One think of letting His Highness come down, but he didn't even provide supplies?
This is simply..."
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"It's a test and a temptation."
Xichu Mojiu said indifferently, "The emperor probably wants to know how far he can do it."
The Holy Emperor will not really care about the refugees.
He definitely has a backup plan.
Now he is doing nothing just to see how capable Gu Rongzhi is, how far he can go, and whether he is qualified to be the crown prince.
Xi Chu's authority was too great, so the Holy Emperor probably didn't like Gu Rongzhi as the crown prince.
It was not a good thing for his wife to be too powerful.
As for what the Holy Emperor thought, they really didn't know.
The Holy Emperor doted on his aunt very much and allowed her to give birth to two sons.
However, the Holy Emperor also doted on other women in the harem, such as Concubine Yun, Concubine Xiang, Concubine Xue, Liang Meiren, etc.
Among the surviving children in the harem, as well as several other His Highnesses, they had no way of knowing which one the Holy One was interested in.
The Holy Spirit's thoughts were too deep for them to see through.
What's more, the Holy One is only thirty-one or two years old now, which is extremely young.
"Tell me three ways, which one to choose?"
Dressed in a gangster spirit, Su Qian stepped on the bench with one foot, leaning forward, holding a double-edged halberd with ice blue scissors, and pressed it against the trembling landowner's neck.
He gritted his teeth in a sinister way, "Shake your farts, I didn't say that I would definitely kill you."
You, why are you shaking?"
The plump landowner hugged the legs of the bench and cried without tears, "Choose, choose the last one."
"So smart" Suqian put away the scissor-double-edged halberd, and with a clang, the tail of the halberd hit the ground, and the smooth floor tiles that could reflect the figure were instantly broken into a crater.
The landowner trembled again and swallowed silently, "You are truly a prince." aa2705221: