But a certain handsome guy put one hand on the back of his head, with a wicked and charming smile on his lips, and said in a nonchalant manner: "But, I am the emperor~"

Yes, her man is the emperor and the god of this country, so imprisoning her is nothing.

Woohoo~ The ultimate tragedy is that while she was kept in captivity in this small world, there was no one to talk to her, and no one to brainwash her.

But there was only one thing that she felt very gratified about, and that was that for so many nights since she returned to the palace, her family had hugged her to sleep.

Naturally, when she thought this way, she was not lustful and wanted to do something every night. Naturally, she also wanted to do something, and she did do something.

But - these are not the point. The point is that his Yaoyao did not go to Concubine Zhen and Concubine Meng, which proves that her beauty trap is still very effective.

"Ah qie~" Murong Qianqian sneezed again and began to think about what kind of surprise she would give Xuanyuan Yao tonight.

In recent days, because she often stayed alone in the dormitory, she always quietly dug out those story books with or without pictures to gain some experience.

It's just a pity that before she can use those experiences, she has already been eaten up by Xuanyuan Yao, and then she curls up in his arms and falls asleep.

She thought that there must be something new tonight. As a woman of the new era, she could not be led by Yao Yao every time. She had to stand up and be the master.

Therefore, after having dinner at night, Murong Qianqian started to rummage around and rummaged through all the clothes in several cupboards.

"No, no~" She looked at them one by one, but none of them met her requirements.

Xiang Mo looked stunned and stood aside and Nuonuo said: "Madam, although you have used a lot more silk handkerchiefs to blow your nose recently, there is no need to cut these clothes out and use them as silk handkerchiefs~"

"That's right~" Dabao echoed from the side: "Your Majesty, my servants and others have cut their pants into handkerchiefs to express their sincerity to you. Your Majesty, you don't have to..."

The heater in my hand slipped, and there was a "clang~" sound, and it hit my foot.

"Ouch~" Murong Qianqian grimaced in pain, hugging her feet and scurrying around, "Dabao, what did you just say? You said this silk handkerchief is..."

Then, he subconsciously looked at the basket of silk handkerchiefs next to him, and squeaked twice without tears, "Are they cut from your pants?"

Dabao Nuonuo stepped forward, supported Murong Qianqian, and said with a smile: "My queen, don't be excited. The slaves just did something within their capabilities. You don't have to be so moved~"

move?

I’m so touched by your yarn ball!

Murong Qianqian almost spit out a mouthful of blood. She wished she could trample Dabao on the ground and turn her into a persimmon cake. Damn it, grandma, she actually asked her to blow her nose with her underpants. This world without toilet paper can't afford to hurt her.

But the next second, her thunderous words slowly rang in her ears, and Dabao laughed, "My dear, these pants are worn out by the slaves, so they are not a waste."

Damn, this death-defying rhythm!

Her legs went weak, and Murong Qianqian fainted on the spot.

…

Yixiang Palace.

Although it was already dark, the hall was brightly lit, and the flickering candlelight cast a few long slanting shadows.

Above the incense burner in the corner, waves of lingering fragrance floated up, and a touch of ambergris filled the air, which smelled very good.

There was a square table of sandalwood placed in the hall, with piles of foldables piled up on it. Most of the contents were about the losses caused by this year's heavy snowfall in various places.

Xuanyuan Yao opened a booklet, glanced quickly, and then frowned and said: "It has snowed heavily for three days in a row in Fengxian City, causing the main aisles to be blocked and many houses to be damaged."

Then he opened another excerpt, "Snow accumulated in Lingfeng City, and the heavy snow caused landslides. Hundreds of people have been buried in the mountains, and thousands more are missing."

Rubbing his brows, Xuanyuan Yao threw the book on the table, then raised his head and looked at the three people standing respectfully in front of him, "Now that the snowstorm is raging, you three Qing family members, what do you think?"

The three ministers he mentioned were the "American General" Ye Chen, the Prime Minister Murong Lan, and the Queen Mother Xia's brother and Concubine Zhen's father, Xia Houfu.

After hearing this, Ye Chen cupped his hands and said, "To report back to the Emperor, I am just a warrior, and I can handle leading troops in battles. However, I am afraid that I can't help with this snow disaster."

The profound meaning in these words naturally directly directed the question to Murong Lan and Xia Houfu. After hearing this, Xuanyuan Yao frowned and then turned his eyes to the two of them.

Seeing this, Murong Lan immediately took a step forward and bowed: "Your Majesty, I thought that the New Year is about to come, and there is no sign of the heavy snow stopping. I thought that everything is for the people, and we must first solve their food and housing problems.

The first thing is what works.”

"I think it is inappropriate," Xia Houfu also stepped forward and interrupted: "I think that Prime Minister Murong's opinion only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. At present, we still have to find ways to open roads and rebuild houses."

"What Mr. Xia said is true, but opening roads and building houses is a long-term strategy and cannot be completed in a short time, so~

Your Majesty, we should still solve the fundamental problems of the people at present. Only by ensuring the survival of the common people in the world is the most complete strategy for the rise and fall of the country."

"Prime Minister Murong's words are very touching, but Xia dared to ask how to transport food and materials now that the traffic arteries are blocked. Isn't this just talk on paper?

I still feel that rebuilding the houses can be slowed down a bit, but the idea of ​​digging up traffic thoroughfares is the key."

For a moment, Murong Lan and Xia Houfu were arguing with their faces flushed, while Ye Chen folded his arms in front of his chest and remained indifferent as he watched the fire from the other side.

After a while, Xuanyuan Yao's tea cup was placed heavily on the desk. There was a crisp sound, and he said in a cold voice: "The two Qings have their own opinions, which gives me a headache."

Murong Lan and Xia Houfu hurriedly raised their hands and said in unison: "I don't dare."

His slender fingers tapped the table gently, Xuanyuan Yao raised his head and his voice softened a little, "You two Qings don't have to be so nervous. I think what you said makes sense."

Murong Lan: "Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty."

Xiahou Fu: "Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty."

Xuanyuan Yao took a sip of tea and pondered: "I think this snow disaster is a rare occurrence in a century, and the two Qing families need to work together.

Prime Minister Murong, I am now opening a warehouse for disaster relief. You will escort five million tons of grain, 20,000 cotton-padded jackets, and quilts to Fengxian City, Lingfeng City and other places today. You must solve the people's food and clothing problems and ensure a warm winter."
Chapter completed!