Besides, Song Nian'an, stay in the room and think about it, his mind is a mess, so he simply doesn't think about it anymore, let's go back to the previous Song Nian'an, don't have any illusions about Yeshen. So she lay down on the bed and prepared to take a nap.

But the sky didn't follow people's wishes, not long after she lay down, Bizhu hurried outside the door and shouted: "Master, something big has happened, open the door quickly." ”

Song Nianan reluctantly got up from the bed, slowly opened the door, and then didn't pay attention to Bizhu, and walked to the chair and sat down.

"Tell me, something big happened to make you so flustered, didn't I tell you not to disturb me?" Song Nianan said in a bad tone.

Bizhu knew her master's temper, and if it wasn't for the last resort, she wouldn't come to disturb Song Nian'an, after all, who would hit the muzzle of the gun herself.

"Master, this is really a big deal, and the slave will come to disturb you." Bizhu replied, "Last time, the person you sent to spy on the Seven Princes came to report that the Seven Princes had taken action. ”

It turned out that this was the case, since Song Nianan and Ye Shen expressed their feelings to each other, she cared more and more about Ye Shen, so when she found that something was wrong with the Seventh Prince, she sent someone to monitor the Seventh Prince.

"Say, what did you find, what happened to the Seventh Prince?" Song Nianan asked Bizhu.

"Master, the people we sent to inquire about the Seventh Prince and Prime Minister Li Cheng have hooked up, and they are discussing how to attack His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Bizhu said.

When Song Nianan heard Bizhu say this, he knew that the Seventh Prince couldn't bear it anymore, and finally wanted to attack Ye Shen, that Prime Minister Li Cheng was not a good thing, Ye Shen was his son-in-law, and he actually didn't care about the happiness of his daughter Li Changfu, and colluded with others to deal with Ye Shen.

"Have you heard their specific plans, how are they going to deal with His Royal Highness the Prince?" Song Nianan asked Bizhu again.

"Back to the master, they are extremely careful, the people we sent to inquire a little bit, it seems that the emperor's body is not as good as before, the Seventh Prince and Prime Minister Li Cheng have joined forces to win people's hearts, and now there are many people on His Royal Highness the Prince's side who have defected to join the camp of the Seventh Prince, I heard them say that if they find an opportunity, they will come to assassinate His Royal Highness the Prince, as long as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince dies, the Seventh Prince is the only heir of Dongchen Kingdom." Bizhu told Song Nian'an about the plan of the Seven Princes in detail.

When Song Nianan heard Bizhu's words, he felt that they were too vicious, and he actually wanted to kill Ye Shen, and heard Bizhu say that the emperor was seriously ill, so he asked Bizhu again.

"What is the current situation in the court, how many people know that the emperor is seriously ill, and what do I do about those officials?" Song Nianan asked.

"Almost all the ministers know that the emperor is seriously ill, after all, this matter can't be hidden, many people privately learned that the Seventh Prince and Prime Minister Li Cheng joined forces, and they were coerced and lured by them to join their camp." Bizhu said.

"At present, there are very few people who support His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and I heard that the emperor's situation is not very good, I think our chances of winning are very small." Bizhu said.

"Master, go and take a look, this matter must not be delayed." Bizhu urged Song Nian'an to arrive.

Of course, Song Nianan knew that their current situation was very bad, since the Seventh Prince was going to kill Ye Shen, then she had to take more precautions and increase the defense of the Prince's Mansion from today.

"You tell them to continue to monitor, report anything immediately, don't startle the snake, and I'll go to see when I'm busy." Song Nianan instructed Bizhu to say.

Bizhu wanted to say something more, but when she saw Song Nian'an's impatient appearance, she stopped, so she took the order and went out, leaving Song Nianan alone in the house, and at this time the surroundings were so quiet that she could hear even a needle falling on the ground.

After Bizhu left, Song Nian'an carefully analyzed their situation, the most important thing now is to protect Ye Shen, as long as he is alive, the plan of the Seven Princes cannot be realized.

Now they can only save themselves, listening to the news from Bizhu, the emperor's situation is not very good, and it seems that they can't give them any help.

As soon as she thought of Ye Shen, she was angry, she thought so much about him, but he didn't appreciate it, and he was embarrassed with Prime Minister Li Cheng, and it was because he was sold by others and paid for him. Today, Chu Huaige's stomach bleed and it was obviously Li Cheng's involvement, but Ye Shen didn't pursue it, and he didn't let himself be nosy.

Although Song Nianan was very angry, he couldn't ignore Ye Shen's safety, and he had to plan well for the future. Immediately called people in and ordered them to step up patrols in the house.

"By the way, Niangniang, the slave maid also inquired that there was a flood in the south, and there have been many refugees in the capital in the past few days." Bizhu then replied.

Song Nian'an was a little shocked when he heard the news, and then sighed again, sad for those refugees. In this world, there are two things that cannot be resisted, that is, natural disasters and man-made disasters. These people have left their hometowns and their future is unknown, isn't it like the situation she was in back then?

Thinking of this, she felt nostalgic, her nose was sore, and her eyes were full of tears.

Seeing that she was so sad, Bizhu reached out and picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her.

"Don't be too sad, I heard that the emperor has ordered the resettlement of these refugees. The princes and officials also set up porridge sheds, and the wealthy merchants in the city also spontaneously donated money. Everything will be fine. Bizhu comforted her.

"And where is Your Highness?" Song Nianan frowned.

"Your Highness is now also patrolling the city to comfort the victims. Niangniang, everyone feels pitiful for such a thing, and the people in the city also contribute their efforts and do their part. ”

Hearing Bizhu say this, Song Nian'an felt a lot more relieved. As if remembering something, he walked over to the dresser and took out a small wooden box. She held it and opened it, and inside was all her jewelry.

"Yes, no one wants to see such a thing. Bizhu, you have to take this box of jewelry to the pawnshop to exchange it for money. And then donate the money to the victims. That's what I do. Song Nianan said sincerely, not caring about these things at all.

Bizhu was a little moved, and looked at the jewelry in the box: "Niangniang, these things are all given to you by His Royal Highness." It's all valuable jewelry, so you might as well keep it for yourself. The left and right treasury and the people have come out of the silver taels, not bad for yours. ”

Song Nianan remembered that when he was in modern times, he had also seen and even experienced those natural disasters. She knew the feeling of homelessness and powerlessness.

"Although it is not bad for me, this is my heart, and no one else can do it for me. You listen to me, take these things out and take them for now. She decisively fastened the lid and pushed the box in front of Bizhu.

Bizhu was moved for a while, glanced at the box on the table, and even shed tears: "If the mother has a heart, God will remember it." ”

Song Nianan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, nodded slightly, and smiled at Bizhu.

Bizhu smiled back, and her eyes rolled: "But Niangniang, what you should be more worried about at the moment is the Seventh Prince, and I don't know what he will do!" Mother, you have to be on guard. ”

"You're right." Song Nian'an fell into deep thought, not knowing what the Seventh Prince would do next, but now Ye Shen must worry about the flood in the south. At this time, she couldn't add to his trouble. It seems that this matter should be slowed down, and I will talk to him later.

These many things came to him together, and Song Nianan was troubled and sad.

Seeing her like this, Bizhu took a stack of lotus root flour sugar cakes to her: "By the way, Niangniang, this was sent from the kitchen in the morning." It is said that when people are sad, they will feel better if they eat some sweetness, so let's try it. ”

Song Nianan took a piece of pastry a little blankly and took a bite gently. The sweet and refreshing taste spread in his mouth, and Song Nian'an's expression was soothed.

"It tastes good." She smiled faintly.

"The slave knows that the mother will like it. Niangniang, in fact, the women in this harem and backhouse are quite fond of sweets. Bizhu smiled playfully.

Song Nianan looked at the sugar cake in his hand and was a little puzzled: "Why?" ”

"The slave maid once heard an old lady say that most of these women in the harem and backhouse are bitter in their hearts. So I like to eat sweet. At that time, the slave and maid were still young and did not understand the meaning of Mama's words. Now that I'm older, I understand. Bizhu explained with a smile, with some emotion in her tone.

Song Nianan nodded slightly, and said meaningfully: "That's right, from ancient times to the present, it has been like this. ”

Bizhu didn't hear clearly, and turned her head and asked, "Huh?" What did the mother say? ”

"It's nothing, I think you have a point." Song Nianan calmed down.

Bizhu glanced outside the door and turned her head to encourage her: "Niangniang, the weather is very good today, and it is not good for you to worry about your body in this room." The slave knows a place with beautiful scenery, and the mother will definitely like it. ”

"Alas, but where am I in the mood to see what scenery now?" Song Nianan held his cheeks, not interested.

Bizhu didn't give up, and eagerly held Song Nian'an's arm and coaxed her: "Niangniang, it just so happens that you are also worried about those disaster victims." In this way, the slaves and maids go to donate money as jewelry, and you can also go and see how they are. Then let's see if it's okay? ”

Song Nian'an saw that Bizhu was so persistent, and then thought that he was really depressed staying in this room.

"Okay, then change my clothes."

"Yes."

After changing clothes, Song Nianan put on a gauze hat, Bizhu held the jewelry box, and the two went out of the house together.

In the open spaces on both sides of the street, there were many victims of the disaster, all of them in ragged clothes, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and some who had fled to get sick and injured, lying on the ground and calling helplessly.

Song Nianan saw this scene through the gauze hat, and his heart was even more uncomfortable. After this natural disaster, it was indeed the people who suffered the most.

The two walked to the pawnshop, and Song Nianan didn't want to go in person, so he sat on the side and waited.

Bizhu handed the box to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper looked at the jewelry in the box, and was really surprised for a while, and repeatedly confirmed whether he dared to accept it.

"Please count these silver tickets, girl." The shopkeeper handed Bizhu a thick stack of silver tickets.

Bizhu quickly tapped and nodded: "The money is right." Thank you to the shopkeeper. ”

"What does the girl say, the little shop wishes there were customers like the girl." The shopkeeper received the good things, his heart was happy, and his face was full of smiles.