Chen Wen listened from the sidelines, his eyes becoming more and more shocked.

How careful is this to deduce the step-by-step plan of the distant country?

Chen Wen smiled bitterly, and suddenly understood where the defeat of other countries was.

In terms of thoughtfulness and scheming, they can't compare.

In terms of the wealth and strength of the country, they can't compare.

Even when it comes to the sincerity of the people, they can't compare with it.

Chen Wen's face was gray, and his gaze was out of focus.

He looked at Yin Zhige and was terrified.

Yin Zhige smiled lightly and hooked his lips, his gaze lingered, and there seemed to be no emotion in his always gentle eyes.

"Go back to a distant country."

So saying, he untied his rope and sat down in the camp in an elegant position.

Chen Wen took a deep look at Yin Zhige, he claimed to be smart and intelligent, but at this moment, he couldn't guess the emperor's thoughts.

He left in disgrace, unhindered along the way, and no one stopped him, as if he had deliberately let him go.

And Yin Zhige was still sitting there, his eyes were like torches, staring at the full moon, without the slightest smile, silent.

After a while, he said: "I have counted everyone thoroughly and know all the things in the world."

It's just that they didn't expect that Yuan Guo would be ruthless so much, and they didn't know that everything they did was ill-intentioned and premeditated. ”

He was dumbfounded, looking at the former city not far away, there was no longer the prosperous appearance of the past, and he smiled bitterly.

……

Outside the gate of the capital

One by one, ragged people swarmed in, entering the prosperous capital, their eyes like torches, with envy and greed lingering in their hearts.

The refugee riot completely disrupted the comfort of the capital.

A day later, the people up and down in the capital learned about it.

When the common people saw these refugees, they were afraid to avoid them, and they were so frightened that they did not dare to go out, and they were sincerely afraid and complained.

"When will they be able to leave, it's unreasonable that they still take our charity for granted."

"Yes, when we were their parents, we could reach out and take it without our permission."

"Well, since they came, we have been like street rats, they chatter, and the neighbors say that we are stingy and do not pity them."

……

Zhong Xiaoshu, who was in the palace, learned about this and hurriedly put down the affairs in his hand.

Thinking of the starvation of those people one by one, he sighed, seemed to be pitiful and worried, and asked people to take food and leave the palace.

After all, he entered Xichuan, that is, the people of Xichuan, so naturally he couldn't let it go.

Zhong Xiaoshu narrowed his eyebrows, and after a long time, he ordered, "Let's make porridge." ”

The next day, in the slums, several cleanly dressed figures appeared.

Five large vats contain steaming porridge, and several other buckets contain warm steamed buns with white flowers.

Although it is not as delicious as the palace food, it is also rare in the eyes of these refugees.

They received it one by one with gratitude, their eyes were all grateful, and they looked at Zhong Xiaoshu and said busily.

"Great good man, you will definitely die well!"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, this meal is written down below."

"The benefactor lives a long life and is accompanied by good luck!"

……

Listening to these blessings, Zhong Xiaoshu softened his eyes, his eyes were gentle, and his voice was gentle and gentle.

"You too, be good."

After tasting the first full meal of these days, they were all like wolves and tigers, for fear that someone would rob them.

And those who came later looked at the people who were eating in front of them, salivated, licked the corners of their mouths, and shouted: "Hurry, hurry!" ”

Zhong Xiaoshu listened to the noise behind him, was silent, looked at the few porridge and steamed buns left, and frowned.

There was helplessness and pity in his heart, which made Zhong Xiaoshu speechless.

In the end, the porridge was finished, and the people behind them lined up for a long time, but they were not late, and they all looked sad and lingered with their eyebrows lowered for a long time.

Thousands of sorrows finally turned into a faint sigh, turned away, and curled up in his own small circle.

Feeling the slightest chill of the daytime breeze, he subconsciously shrank back and hugged him.

Zhong Xiaoshu lowered his eyes, not knowing what to do.

It's the end of autumn now, and the weather is already a little cold, which is the prelude to the arrival of winter.

These refugees, if not resettled, are already living in slums.

After that harsh winter, the wind and snow were combined, and I don't know how many people had to freeze to death in the snow.

You must know that the cold winter in their Xichuan has always been very cold, and ordinary people can't stand it in the house, let alone these individuals.

Qing'er looked at her mother's sad appearance, sighed in a low voice, picked up the cloak and put it on Zhong Xiaoshu, and said softly.

"Niangniang, now that the weather is getting colder, it's better for you to wear more."

Zhong Xiaoshu waved his hand and removed the cloak.

When I looked at the slum, I saw a girl of about five or six years old, shivering with cold.

Her heart softened, and she hurriedly walked over and draped her cloak over the child, her eyes gentle.

The girl's deer-like eyes looked at Zhong Xiaoshu, feeling the warmth around her, her lips curved, and she whispered, "Thank you, big sister." ”

The immature and crisp voice sounded beside Zhong Xiaoshu, Zhong Xiaoshu bent her eyes, smiled, and touched her face gently and gently.

The skin under his hands is tender, but he is emaciated.

Zhong Xiaoshu's heart hurt a little more, seeing that most of the people present were like this, his smile gradually disappeared, and his distress was even worse.

What is it that can make a healthy person become skinny?

What is it that can make an individual so satisfied with a bowl of hot porridge and a steamed bun.

Zhong Xiaoshu didn't know, but she looked at these people, these people of Xichuan, and subconsciously felt pity in her heart.

She turned away from looking at it anymore and walked away.

What she didn't see was that after she left, a group of people with green eyes rushed up, and the cloak was torn apart in an instant.

And the child had only one piece left, and he couldn't cry.

How could she be better than the strength of the strong.

Holding the last piece, she closed her eyes and smiled.

This is the way of the world.

The five-year-old had this idea in his mind.

……

Zhong Xiaoshu stopped at an inn and sent someone to the palace to fetch food.

Lying on the bed, his eyebrows tightly knit.

Now that the refugees are rioting, no one has come forward to give alms.

These high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital have eaten for so many years, and now they don't take it out at all?

But she is not Yin Zhige, she is not His Majesty the Son of Heaven, she has no right to command the ministers.

The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics.

She knows.

She closed her eyes, her eyes full of sorrow.

But why didn't those people, the people of Xichuan, help them?

Zhong Xiaoshu's heart sank, his smile was evacuated a little, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

Nishikawa seems to have raised a pack of white-eyed wolves?

At this juncture, if you don't come forward one by one, forget it, and you are afraid to avoid it one by one.