The incident happened so suddenly that Yin Huanchao only wanted to lead people to rescue the prince, and did not have time to organize a rescue.

The prince scolded him again, and then asked Huarong: "What do you think?"

The fact that the prince asked Hua Rong to observe political affairs was enough to surprise Yin Huanchao. Now when he asked Hua Rong what he thought, Yin Huanchao just felt like he had seen a ghost.

Huarong said respectfully: "Back to Your Highness, Mr. Storyteller's story didn't say anything else. I have little knowledge and dare not do anything in front of Your Highness." Read the full content on the novel app

Yin Huanchao always pretends to be stupid in front of the prince, and Huarong will not steal the limelight.

The prince's answer to Huarong was not surprising. She was just a pretty rough maid. She probably didn't know a few Chinese characters. How could she know how to allocate manpower for disaster relief?

This time she was just lucky and hit the mark by accident.

The situation was urgent, and the prince could not take care of the beauty now, so he put the beauty aside and ordered Yin Huancao to send people to find the captain of Chenzhou, and then called together the uninjured young and strong men to save the people with all their strength, doctors and medicinal materials.

It must be prepared as soon as possible, and the news must be sent to Hanjing for help as quickly as possible.

"Your Highness is wise. Having a crown prince like Your Highness is a blessing to the people of Chenzhou, and even more so to all the people of Zhaoling!"

Yin Huanqing knelt down and praised him sincerely, with tears in his eyes. The government officials and soldiers present also knelt down and shouted in unison. The prince felt very grateful in his heart, but said seriously on his face: "If you don't hurry up and save people, it will be delayed."

I will never be lenient when it comes to disaster relief!"

Yin Huai led the people to retreat, and not long after, someone brought soft cushions and an incense burner.

Now was not the time to have fun, so the prince scolded him with a cold face. After scolding him, he still used everything.

In the evening, there was another noise outside the Yamen. I thought something had happened, but when I went out, I saw that it was He Jun who had joined the wealthy businessmen in the city to thank the government.

Seeing the prince coming out, everyone knelt down and praised the prince in unison for his caring for the people, his wisdom and wisdom, and that he would be a wise king for generations to come. After praising him, they invited the prince to have dinner with them.

There were still many things to do, but the prince refused directly, but He Jun stepped forward and said: "Your Highness has a body of thousands of dollars and still has to work hard for us and other untouchables. Your Highness doesn't need to eat, how can we eat?"

Everyone immediately agreed, and the prince could not refuse the invitation, so he had no choice but to agree.

The place to eat was set at the largest restaurant in the city. The restaurant was very solidly built and only a few tiles fell off during the earthquake without any damage.

Since the restaurant was built and the prince was born in the year of Jiazi, He Junyan categorically said that this restaurant was able to avert danger by absorbing the prince's royal aura.

He Jun had perfected the art of flirting with Yin Huanchao over the years. The prince was in a good mood when he said that, so when he entered the restaurant and saw musicians and dancers performing, he didn't get angry and only frowned slightly.

Those who disagreed said: "The people are still in dire straits and it is not appropriate to drink and have fun."

"It is precisely because of the natural disaster that people everywhere are panicked, that we need more songs and dances to appease people and encourage everyone to cheer up. Your Highness is not frightened by this natural disaster, so we will have the confidence to get through the difficulty!"

He Jun's forehead was cut by a fallen tile, and his expression was a bit ridiculous no matter what he did. However, the prince was persuaded by him and did not ask to stop singing and dancing.

The dinner began with melodious music, sumptuous delicacies were served on the table like flowing water, and the bright lights reflected the interlacing of glasses of wine. The landslides and ground cracks caused by the earthquake seemed to be just a dream, without any tragic consequences.

After three drinks, the atmosphere became lively. He Jun suddenly asked: "Your Highness, isn't this Young Master Jiang's maid Huarong? Why is she here?"

He Jun's expression was very unbelievable. The prince took a sip of wine and asked, "Do you know her?"

"Young Master Jiang San has lived in the He family for several months. Of course, the common people know Huarong Girl," He Jun nodded and said seriously, "And Huarong Girl grew up in Hanjing's romantic place, and her unique skills are not

It can’t be compared to ordinary vulgar powder.”

The prince looked back at Huarong.

After being hung all night, she looked miserable and tired. She stood quietly in the corner with her head lowered from beginning to end, like a wooden stake. If He Jun hadn't suddenly mentioned it, the prince would have almost forgotten that there was such a person beside him.

What unique skills can a rough servant girl have?

The prince was curious, He Jun raised his voice and said: "Girl, why don't you show your hand to His Highness soon?"

Hua Rong had never performed in public before. He Jun clearly resented the fact that she had found a flaw in the court to kill his wife, and finally found the opportunity to take revenge on purpose.

"Boss He really overestimates this slave. I don't know any special skills and don't dare to show my shame in front of His Highness."

Hua Rong responded calmly, and He Jun immediately looked apologetic: "Girl Hua Rong is afraid that Mr. Jiang San will lose his temper when he finds out. Men are like this. If they don't like their women to show up, it's all because of the common people's abruptness. You shouldn't talk too much."

As he spoke, He Jun slapped himself in the mouth twice and punished himself with three glasses of wine to apologize. The prince's interest in Huarong only increased instead of decreasing.

How could Jiang Yunzhuo forget about Xiao Mingyou when he was so concerned about a replacement?

The prince played with the wine glass in his hand and said quietly: "Whether it is a show of shame or not, you will know after seeing it."

This is what it means to perform with beautiful faces.

Huarong clenched her fists, hesitated for a moment and said, "I did learn the pipa for a few days when I was young, but now my wrist is injured and I can't use it. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Hua Rong said as she lifted up her sleeves to reveal the injury on her wrist.

A large area of ​​skin was worn out, and the blood had solidified and turned brown. Because the bandage had not been cleaned and bandaged, it looked very hideous and terrifying.

He Jun clicked his tongue, pretending not to bear it, but the prince was indifferent and said with a cold face: "It's just a little injured and it won't be of any use. It seems there is no need to keep this hand."

The implication is that he wants to cut off Huarong's hand.

Cold sweat crawled down her back, and Huarong had to change her words: "Since His Highness wants to hear it, I will try my best."

Huarong asked the musician for a pipa, and He Jun asked someone to place a chair on the open space in the center of the banquet.

Huarong walked over and sat down, and began to pluck the strings and tune the music.

Since entering Uncle Zhongyong's house, she has never touched the pipa again. Her fingers are all stiff. She tried playing for a while before she managed to regain some feeling. The melody played by her fingertips became smoother, but the wound on her wrist cracked again.

bleed.

The bright red blood dyed the lute crimson, and those who saw this scene became quiet unconsciously.

At this time, Jiang Yunzhuo suddenly rushed into the restaurant covered in mud, took the pipa from Huarong's hand and smashed it on the ground.

The broken strings made a buzzing sound, like a howl.
Chapter completed!