Lu Qingjin couldn't help but shudder, he had always been very easy-going with her, and he had never lost his temper with her, so she rarely thought about his identity as an emperor, and she never paid much attention to those troublesome etiquette.

At this moment, she clearly realized that he was the king of a country, a noble emperor, and his anger was very likely to cause the entire family to perish.

"Qin Zhao ......" she carefully called his name, and his gloomy face was really a little terrifying.

"Scaring you?" He looked down at her, the anger in his eyes fading away.

"I'm fine." She smiled and shook her head.

"The floods in the Jiangnan area are now serious, and the amount of disaster relief money allocated by the imperial court is not counted, but the situation is still not optimistic." Qin Zhao said in a deep voice.

Lu Qingjin pursed her lips, she often heard him say that the situation is very bad now, but she has never seen it with her own eyes after all, and she has only seen the tip of the iceberg by chance.

But the tip of the iceberg was enough for her to tremble, she thought about it and said, "Now that you are in Jiangnan, no matter what difficulties you have, you can easily solve them." ”

"Qingjin, it's good that you are with me on this trip." He held her hand tightly, "It's just that I didn't expect that there would be people holding a banquet now." ”

He thought about it, and if he was able to hand the invitation to Lu Qingjin, he must have been rich or expensive for the family that hosted the Peony Flower King.

In this special situation, not only did he not help the imperial court tide over the difficulties, but he even dared to hold a banquet ostentatiously!

Ironically, local officials also turned a blind eye to this and did not come out to stop it.

How many displaced people should be chilled by their behavior of only caring for their own pleasures......

"Don't be angry, I won't go to this banquet, and I'll let Binglan throw away the mask later." Lu Qingjin hurriedly reassured.

"Don't throw it away, I'll go with you when the time comes, I'm going to see what this peony flower king has." Qin Zhao narrowed his eyes dangerously.

So the matter of attending the peony flower king together was decided.

In the days that followed, Lu Qingjin was idle again, and she didn't need to prepare anything to attend a banquet, so she had nothing to do.

"Madam, Miss Liang is here." Jingshu whispered in her ear.

Lu Qingjin put down the book in his hand, raised his eyes to look out of the door, and saw a slender shadow shining on the ground under the sun, "Let her in." ”

Liang Siyuan also deliberately tidied up her clothes before entering the door, this is a subconscious behavior, from the first time she saw the lady inside, the inferiority complex from the bottom up still makes her unforgettable.

The lady had a natural nobility all over her body, which was something that a woman like them had cultivated in a small place.

So much so that every time she saw the lady, she wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide herself.

Liang Siyuan blessed her body slightly, and said softly, "Madam, today the mansion is preparing to give righteous porridge at the door, are you interested in going?" ”

"Shi Yi porridge? Well, I'll go with you. Lu Qingjin agreed without hesitation.

The recent days have been a bit boring, and she is looking for something to pass the time, and it just so happens that the Liang family is preparing Shi Yi porridge, which is more enjoyable to do such meaningful things.

After Lu Qingjin changed into a simple outfit, he followed Liang Siyuan to the gate of the mansion.

I saw that the table for Shi Yi's porridge had been set up outside, and a whole pot of steaming porridge was placed aside.

"There are so many people...... Binglan couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

The refugees lined up from the gate of the house to the end of the street, and there was no end in sight.

Lu Qingjin first went to look at the pot of porridge, it was very thin, almost all of it was soup, not like what she had heard Qin Zhao say before.

She remembered that Qin Zhao had told her that the porridge was generally very thick, and a chopstick could stand without falling down.

Alas, how much grain can be put into this pot of porridge?

Drinking a bowl of porridge is about the same as drinking a bowl of water.

She looks at the inside of this Liang Mansion is also quite magnificent, shouldn't it be so shabby......

However, it is already rare that people are willing to set up righteous porridge, and other families have not done anything, and Lu Qingjin is not good at saying anything.

"Madame, do you want to make soup together?" Liang Siyuan asked.

Lu Qingjin thought, since he came out, he must have helped, "I'll help you together." ”

"Then I'll serve the porridge and you can hand it out?"

Lu Qingjin nodded and said hello.

After the pot of porridge was delivered, Liang Siyuan said that he was tired and wanted to rest for a while, and Lu Qingjin also wanted to rest, so the two stood aside and watched.

"Madame's first time giving righteous porridge, right?" Liang Siyuan asked with a smile.

"yes, you shouldn't, I see you're pretty skilled." Lu Qingjin nodded.

"There is a lot of rain in the Jiangnan area, and there are floods all year round, but the severity is different, and the people who flee every year have it, so the Liang Mansion will give righteous porridge every year." Liang Siyuan explained.

"I see...... Lu Qingjin felt a little heavy after listening to it.

Every year...... But it seems that only this year the capital knows about the flooding in the Jiangnan area, it seems that it is really the emperor who is far away, Qin Zhao is in the palace, and many things are kept in the dark.

The most excessive is the local officials, who did not report it in time.

Lu Qingjin was thinking about it, when his eyes were suddenly attracted by a lump of crimson soil on the side of the road.

She approached slowly, crouched down, and reached out to pinch a small piece of red clay in her hand.

It's sticky and soft, it feels like it's just been soaked in water, and the area hasn't been flooded, so it stands to reason that this kind of red soil shouldn't appear.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?" Liang Siyuan followed curiously.

Lu Qingjin stood up and stretched out his hand to show her, "Look at this soil, it's so strange, it shouldn't be here." ”

Liang Siyuan observed carefully and said, "Maybe it was left by the refugee's carriage, right?" I heard my father say that many refugees have fled here recently, and I once looked at them from afar, and those people were vain, their eyes were irrelevant, their faces were pale, and they felt that their lives were short, alas, they were all eager to be saved. ”

"Now this world is ......" Lu Qingjin muttered distractedly, the situation is so bad, how hard should Qin Zhao be?

She turned to look at the group of refugees waiting for the porridge, and suddenly saw a woman with a red pimple on her face.

The woman met her gaze and lowered her head in a panic.

An ominous premonition rose in Lu Qingjin's heart, she raised her feet in the direction of the woman, but was pulled by Liang Siyuan, "Madam, what are you doing?" Those are refugees, and if you go like this, I'm afraid they will hurt you. ”

Lu Qingjin came back to her senses in a trance, and she reluctantly hooked the corners of her mouth, "Okay, I know." ”

She looked at the woman again, and saw that the woman was still buried in her head, as if she was very inferior and her face had been ruined.

Lu Qingjin was worried, she suspected that this flood was not a simple flood, and that there might have been refugees infected with the terrible plague.