Gao Linhua stayed by Cai's side, a little uneasy, and her little hands were flustered and didn't know where to put them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Today is my uncle's birthday, but until now, my uncle has not returned home.

As for what happened to cause the wrath of the saints, it has already been reported.

I don't know which limerick poem was stabbed into the ear of the saint, and coupled with the food that has been sent in for several days, the disaster has begun to appear, and no one knows if things will develop according to the description of that little poem.

Therefore, many people are panicking, just like Wei Guogong called Jiang Tian to Shaanxi for the first time.

Even if it is holy, it is not exempt from the vulgar. In the end, he is the lord of the world, caring for the people in the world, if it is really as the poem says, then it is still there?

Not only Gao Linhua was anxious, but Cai was also anxious, the teacup on the table, picked up and put down, put down and picked up......

"I don't know how many people will be implicated!" Cai sighed, hoping that Fan Lin would return home safely.

Gao Linhua grabbed Cai's hand, "Uncle, you are calm, you haven't slept all night, don't toss your body." ”

She was also anxious herself, but she didn't dare to show too much in front of Cai, for fear of causing Cai's to panic even more.

It wasn't until the middle of the moon that Fan Lin returned home tired, Gao Linhua looked over and saw that Fan Lin's eyes were blue, his eyes were sunken, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he was very distressed.

The Holy One was furious, and knew how to toss these innocent courtiers.

Cai's hurriedly asked someone to bring hot porridge, "Master, you drink some porridge to cushion your stomach first." ”

After Fan Lin had eaten and drunk enough, Gao Linhua stepped forward, "Uncle, the saint knows that poem, do you have any words about how to deal with the affairs of Shaanxi?" My father, he's okay? ”

Fan Lin looked at Sister Hua'er's small body, if it wasn't for her sister who went early, how could Sister Hua care about these problems at such a young age?

cares so much about Gao Jingsheng, I'm afraid it's not just because of the deep love between father and daughter, right? is also afraid that something will happen to Gao Jingsheng, she is helpless, right? The loss of a mother is pitiful enough, if you lose your father again......

Fan Lin didn't dare to think about it......

His big hand gently rubbed Gao Linhua's hair, and his tone was indescribably soft,

"Silly boy, don't worry, your father knows how to take care of himself, even if he is for you, you won't let anything happen to you."

Gao Linhua nodded, and then looked at Fan Lin without blinking, waiting for him to say something else.

Fan Lin didn't plan to talk to Gao Linhua, but looking at her expectant eyes, he still opened his mouth,

"A few years ago, the wind and rain were smooth, and the household department had a lot of grain in stock, and the saint knew the severity, so he had asked the household department to step up its operation, and immediately sent out the food needed in various places, but I don't know if it will be in time."

I just don't know if it's too late!

If only natural disasters are fine, it is a big deal to open warehouses and release grain to help the people, but what about man-made disasters?

If there is a rebellion in Shaanxi, I don't know how many people will shed blood and die.

"That poem has been circulated in Beijing for many days, isn't there a condemnation from the saint?"

Gao Linhua lowered her head, her voice was very small, not like she was asking Fan Lin, but more like she was talking to herself.

Fan Lin's eyes narrowed, and then released again, "This time Duke Wei Guo was pulled in, but the old lady of Duke Wei Guo personally entered the palace.

The emperor raised it high and fell gently, only punishing the Duke of Wei Guo for one year. ”

Gao Linhua's eyes flickered, a year? Wei Guogong's one-year salary, is it enough for the Wei Guo Mansion to send out a festival to reward money?

The old lady of Weiguo is really good, and when she enters the palace, she turns big things into small things and small things.

"Still, several died!" Fan Lin's eyes suddenly fell silent.

Gao Linhua paused, "There will always be dead people!" ”