The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

General Xiao saw that the usual cross-eyed group of people had turned into tortoises, and stood up with a sneer: "Your Majesty, this minister thinks that 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 get through 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 take Fuguo Gongfu to force him to abdicate, and he has finally been eradicated.

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

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

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

What's more, resisting the Huns was a great achievement. If you have merit, you should reward the officers and men of Xunyang City for meritorious deeds. "

This is to take the previous incident as if it had never happened, only that the soldiers had meritorious deeds, and did not mention King Anle at all, but 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 those people would also tend to the imperial court.

In this way, King Anle has been emptied. If he really has the heart to rebel, 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.

Then there is the second highness 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 is true that Shangguan Yu has hardly appeared in the courtroom, and is naturally mentioned less often. The impression of him in everyone's mind is that he is low-key.

After the dynasty was over, Mrs. Zhao went straight out of the palace to return to the mansion, changed into a housekeeper's attire, and took an inconspicuous carriage from the back door, turning left and right into a house.

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

The person next to the head bowed his head and replied, "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 retired, a servant came to report: "Master, Master Zhao is here."

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

King Anle woke up, which made the people of Xunyang City relieved, and at the same time felt more guilty for the son Shenzhi 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 just 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 Xiongnu army not only looted the slightly valuable things in their homes, but even set a fire after scraping them.

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

The deceased has passed away, and the living will continue to live, so now the people of Xunyang City are rebuilding their houses in addition to running around for food rations every day.

Song Jingchen didn't know what to do these days, and he didn't see anyone who went out early and returned late all day.

Shen Yijia bored on the window sill and looked at the sun outside. In fact, after being here for so long, she still doesn't know how to read 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 didn't forget to add a meat dish to her every day. Sometimes it was Nanfeng Yaoji who took turns to bring it back, and sometimes it was the dumplings.

In other words, Song Jingchen brought all the dumplings, but not her.

She would never admit that it was because she stayed in bed every day.

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

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

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

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

The dumpling was so irritated that Shen Yijia felt the urge to eat tiger meat whenever she saw it lift its tail up to the sky.

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

As for the reason, Shen Yijia hasn't figured it out yet. Could it be 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, the beauty is so good and deserves the respect of 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, she was a little angry. The two rewards that day hadn't been fulfilled, 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 survive this winter?

This is not like the time 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 usually a blessing to be able to not be hungry, not to mention that they have just experienced a war.

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

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

Shen Yijia suddenly regretted that 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?

If there is no outside of the mountain, 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 Yunxuan for the reward and the refill. I have been busy saving the manuscript for the past few days, and I haven't responded to the comments, but I still have time to read it again.

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

Without you, I might not be able to hold on, love you