She looked at his expression carefully: "It's not what I thought, right?"
He raised his eyelids and glanced at her: "What are you thinking?"
Emperor Ming Yan had no expression at all, but having no expression was also an answer!
Yan Shiyue was about to collapse. No wonder she thought today's battle was so easy! Yan Xiaoxu could handle a dispute of this level in minutes, so there was no need to call her!
She didn't even eat the buns, so she went over and pulled his sleeve: "Aye, you can't do this! Don't you love me anymore? I am your favorite little daughter! Shouldn't you be like a mountain for me?
Is it shelter from wind and rain?”
She rolled up her sleeves and showed him her wrist: "I am so thin, weak, pitiful and helpless! You can't put such a heavy burden on my shoulders!"
Emperor Ming Yan almost laughed out loud: "My weak, pitiful and helpless daughter, I just had a verbal battle with the scholars in the court, but she is so majestic!"
"No, that's not me!" She refused to accept the reality: "My heart is still lying in bed waiting to die!"
"Really?" Emperor Ming Yan said with a smile: "Then from now on you will continue to wait for death, just giving empty airs is enough. Don't you mean that you like Aye the most? You won't refuse even if you come up with empty airs, right?"
Yan Shiyue: "..."
She simply acted coyly and refused to get up while hanging on his arm, looking at her father helplessly.
Of course Emperor Ming Yan knew what she worried about the most, but he pretended to be impartial and non-negotiable, otherwise he would agree so easily, and this little girl wouldn't know how to bargain.
The father and daughter were having fun in half-truths, and someone from outside reported in: "Your Majesty, many victims of the disaster have arrived outside the city."
Both of their expressions instantly became serious.
The weak, pitiful and helpless little princess immediately stood up and said: "I'm almost ready. I'll call people out of the city right away."
Emperor Ming Yan wanted to say something, but didn't say anything and nodded.
She left in a hurry.
As soon as she heard the news about the disaster in Bianzhou, she knew that there must be many victims and they would flock to the capital. After all, for them, only the emperor's feet were the safest.
But these people were not allowed to enter the city. Even if they gave food and clothing, they would be outside the city.
It was already October, and it was already approaching the cold winter. She had already asked people to clear out some of the houses outside the main garden of Fuyuan, and then picked out a lot of piece-rate work in Yuefang, both important and light.
Let them spend this winter safely first.
Everyone had already made arrangements and sent them out.
When it comes time to flee, what else is there to choose from? When they see someone looking for workers, and they say they will provide food and accommodation, they naturally flock to them.
Yan Shiyue stood on the tower of Yanxing Gate and saw this situation with her own eyes. She felt really...uncomfortable.
Someone came over and talked to her: "Your Highness, is it inappropriate for you to do this?"
Yan Shiyue took a look and saw that he was an officer of the Longwu Army whom he did not recognize, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The man said: "It is essential to be on guard against others. Have you ever heard of stealing people's hearts when hungry and cold? These people escaped all the way. Those who survived, even if they were originally good people, were probably forced to become evil people. Maybe we will take them all in.
Something will happen."
Yan Shiyue thought for a while: "What you said makes sense."
She turned to look at him and saw that his eyes were intense. It was obvious that he was a daring soldier and ruffian, and she asked, "What's your surname?"
The man's eyes lit up when she saw him, and he saluted, "Wei Chen, Colonel Longwu Han Liang, has met His Highness."
Yan Shiyue nodded: "Colonel Han, what do you think should be done?"
Han Liang said directly: "Let it go first, and slowly select people who can use it."
Yan Shiyue was a little helpless, shook her head and said nothing.
What he said was that it was easy to use and worry-free. Obviously in his mind, she was here to find a cheap job.
There was the sound of footsteps. Han Liang looked back, quickly moved away from her, and saluted: "Your Majesty."
Yan Shiyue also called daddy. Yan Chengyuan looked down and asked, "How many people can you accommodate there?"
Yan Shiyue said: "There are only three to four hundred people at most."
Yan Chengyuan pondered for a moment: "Have everything been arranged? Are there enough manpower?"
"Everything has been arranged," Yan Shiyue said: "There are people coming and going to support me. Ajing gave me twenty soldiers, as well as people from Jiahe, so everything should be fine."
Yan Chengyuan said: "It is inevitable that there will be people with evil intentions."
She said: "For those who have done something as a last resort, don't care about it for now. You can't control it. Give people a place and food to eat. If someone is dishonest again, just slowly screen them out."
She paused for a moment: "But when will the imperial court's porridge service start? Where are the other people? And other people's Zhuangzi, can they free up some space?"
Yan Chengyuan glanced at her, and she raised her head, eyes clear to the end.
Yan Chengyuan was silent, put his big palm on her head, and didn't answer for a long time.
Although Yan Shiyue always thought she was quite smart, she didn't understand what he meant and looked at him blankly.
Yan Chengyuan didn't say anything more, only said: "Go back, don't leave the inner city recently."
Yan Shiyue nodded and went back.
The next day, she rarely slept in. When she woke up, she asked if anyone had started giving porridge.
After careful questioning, I found out that the imperial court's porridge shed was located fifty miles away from the city. Official roads did not allow refugees to come here. However, they were still ordinary people after all and could not be suppressed violently. There would always be people coming this way.
Ding Xiaoyan ran back and forth, passing news from time to time.
The Yue Gongfang side was quickly filled with people, and the refugees continued to crowd in. They could not enter the city gate, but they also crowded under the city gate and refused to leave.
At this time, the people in various Yahangs became active and went out of the city gate to pick and choose. Two or three hundred dollars could buy a little girl. People were born and died every day under the city gate. It was miserable. And her Zhuangzi frontman also
Refugees gather every day, crying and begging to get in.
But no one outside the city started giving porridge.
Huo Qijing came over the next day. They all knew her temper and usually didn't hide anything from her.
At that time, there were nearly 400 people, old and young, in her village. In the past two days, there were people who made trouble, had unclean hands and feet, or were inappropriate in other ways. All of them were kicked out.
Originally, one was to maintain stability, and the other was to make room for people who were more in need of help. However, most of those who were kicked out were not good people, and they immediately started making trouble. I heard that there was a riot in front of the door in the afternoon.
, and others were injured.
The injured man was also a lawless man. He was shouting and cursing under the city gate, saying that Madam Fu was just trying to gain fame and reputation, and that she had a bad heart and a dog's heart. He still wanted to boil their bones to squeeze oil and grind them to death.
And those who gathered in front of the door gradually lost control of their emotions.
Huo Qijing discussed with her whether he should send more soldiers there or give porridge in front of the door.
The more Yan Shiyue listened, the more he couldn't sit still, and said: "I'll go over and take a look!" (To be continued)