In the 33rd year of Qingli, natural and man-made disasters continued to befall the entire British Dynasty, causing it to fall into a panic.

And the newly appointed little emperor implements cool officials, but anyone who does not like it will be killed! Kill! Kill!

Let the eldest princess Zi Yanran control the government, and no one in the entire court dared to resist.

In the same year, the eldest princess Zi Yanran intended to marry the national teacher Bai Xiao as a concubine, and the wedding date was set for the beginning of spring in April of the following year.

Because the eldest prince mainly held the world's most extravagant wedding, he continued to impose taxes, making the people miserable.

But because of natural and man-made disasters, these white surnames can't take out any money, and there are frozen bones on the road, and hungry mayflies are everywhere.

But in the imperial city, there was still no reaction, and the singing and dancing were leveled.

In the same year, the Northwest Chengwang Mansion opened a warehouse for disaster relief and accepted the majority of refugees, but all refugees who arrived in the northwest would have a bite to eat and a place to live.

As a result, a large number of refugees flocked from the Jiangnan area to the northwest.

"We'd rather freeze to death than starve!"

"Besides, I heard that Prince Cheng is the former third prince, he is benevolent and loves the people, and he would rather have one less ration than let the people in his jurisdiction be fed and clothed!"

"That's it! With King Cheng, we have a chance to survive this natural disaster! ”

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Such remarks grew more and more, like a snowball, and grew bigger and bigger, until the news was heard in the Imperial City.

With a stroke of her pen, Zi Yanran issued twelve holy decrees in succession, urging Zi Fei to return to the court, and sent a new ambassador to the northwest to take over the northwest.

"Aunt Huang, none of the holy decrees you sent out really reached the northwest, even the new ambassador to the northwest died on the road, and the third emperor uncle has never received the holy decree." Zi Dongyi dragged his chin and looked at the jeweled woman next to him, with an evil smile on his face.

Eight years is enough time for the little boy to grow up, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, with endless ridicule.

Zi Caiyan has also changed too much, wearing a red palace costume and an unusually glamorous makeup.

"This is not something Your Majesty should worry about, as long as Your Majesty sits on that chair safely, the palace will let Concubine Hui be safe." Zi Caiyan glanced at Zi Dongyi with disdain, as if she was looking at something dirty.

She couldn't figure out how Zi Dongyi's teenage child could like a half-old, although Concubine Hui said that she was very prosperous when she was young, but she was about to be 50 years old, and she was protected by Zi Dongyi like an eyeball.

Thinking of this, Zi Caiyan reached out and pinched the delicate flowers in her hand, and the juice splashed on her freshly dyed nails.

The palace maid next to her was startled, and hurriedly knelt down, carefully took out Sijuan to wipe Zi Caiyan's fingers, and didn't even dare to come out.

But the more the flower juice was rubbed, the more the palace maid became more and more anxious, and accidentally tore the flower bowl between Zi Caiyan's fingers.

"!" Zi Caiyan violently withdrew her hand and kicked the palace maid to the ground: "Get out!" ”

Before the palace maid could plead, she was dragged out by the two little eunuchs next to her with her mouth covered.

As for where it will be dragged to, no one knows, after all, the most important thing in this palace is corpses.

Zi Dongyi looked at Zi Caiyan with a gloomy face, and hooked the corners of her mouth: "Then I am waiting here for the grand wedding of the imperial aunt, and I guarantee that the imperial aunt will definitely be unforgettable." ”