The incident happened too suddenly, Yin Huanchao only thought about bringing someone to save the prince, and he didn't have time to organize a rescue.

The prince reprimanded him again, and then asked Hua Rong, "What do you think?" ”

The prince let Hua Rong sit in on political affairs enough to surprise Yin Huanchao, and now he asked Hua Rong what he thought, Yin Huanchao only felt that he had seen a ghost.

Hua Rong said respectfully: "Back to Your Highness, Mr. Storyteller didn't say anything else in the story, the slave maid was shallow, and she didn't dare to get an axe in front of His Highness." ”

Yin Huanchao has to pretend to be stupid in front of the prince, and Hua Rong will not steal the limelight.

The prince's answer to Hua Rong was not surprised, she was just a rough maid with a bit of appearance, I am afraid that she could not know a few big characters, how could she know how to allocate manpower for disaster relief?

This time, it was just her luck that she hit it by mistake.

The situation is urgent, the prince can't care about disposing of Hua Rong now, he put Hua Rong aside, and ordered Yin Huanchao to send someone to find the lieutenant of Chenzhou, and then gather the young men who were not injured together to save people with all their might, the doctor and medicinal materials must be prepared as soon as possible, and the news must be sent to Hanjing for help as soon as possible.

"Your Highness is wise, to have a prince like Your Highness is a blessing for the people of Chenzhou, and it is also a blessing for all the people of Zhaoling!"

Yin also knelt down, boasting earnestly with tears in his eyes, and the officials and soldiers present also knelt down and shouted in unison, but the prince was very useful in his heart, but he said solemnly on his face: "Don't go and save people quickly, the palace will not spare the disaster relief if it is delayed!" ”

Yin also retreated to lead the people, and not long after, someone brought upholstered pillows and incense burners.

Now is not the time for pleasure, the prince scolded with a cold face, and after scolding, he still used everything.

In the evening, there was a lot of noise outside the yamen, thinking that something was wrong, but when I went out, it was He Jun who united the rich merchants in the city to thank the government.

Seeing the prince come out, everyone knelt down in an uproar, and praised the prince in unison for being sympathetic to the people, wise and wise, and he must be a wise man through the ages in the future.

There are still many things to do, the prince directly refused, but He Jun stepped forward and said: "Your Highness's golden body still has to work hard for me and other untouchables, Your Highness doesn't need to eat, how can I wait?" ”

Everyone immediately agreed, and the prince saw that it was difficult to resist, so he had to agree.

The place to eat was the largest restaurant in the city, which was very well repaired, and only a few tiles were lost in this ground movement, and there was no damage.

Because the completion of this restaurant and the birth of the prince are both in the year of Jiazi, He Jun said conclusively that this building is stained with the prince's imperial spirit, so that the danger can be saved.

He Jun has been practicing the kung fu of slapping horses in Yin Huanchao for many years, and the prince is also in a good mood when he says this, so when he entered the restaurant, he saw that there were musicians and dancing girls performing and did not get angry, but only frowned slightly and said disapprovingly: "The people are still in dire straits, and it is not appropriate to drink and have fun." ”

"It is precisely because of the catastrophe that has fallen from the sky and people everywhere are panicking, so we need more songs and dances to calm people's hearts and encourage everyone to cheer up, Your Highness is not frightened by this natural disaster, and we will have the confidence to survive the difficulties!"

He Jun's head was cut by the falling tiles, and no matter what he did, his expression was a little funny, but the prince was persuaded by him and did not ask to withdraw the song and dance.

The dinner began with melodious music, sumptuous delicacies were served on the table like flowing water, bright lights reflected in the staggered scenes, and the landslides caused by the shaking of the ground seemed to be just a dream, and did not bring any tragic consequences.

After the third round of drinking, the atmosphere became warm, and He Jun suddenly asked: "Your Highness, isn't this the maidservant Huarong of Third Young Master Jiang, why is she here?" ”

He Jun's expression was incredulous, and the prince took a sip of wine and asked, "Do you know her?" ”

"Third Young Master Jiang has lived in the He family for several months, of course the grass people know Miss Huarong," He Jun nodded and said with a serious face, "And Miss Huarong grew up in the Fengyue place in Hanjing, and her unique skills are not comparable to ordinary vulgar fans." ”

The prince looked back with a dazzled face.

After being hung all night, she looked embarrassed and tired, standing quietly in the corner with her head down from beginning to end, like a wooden stake, if it wasn't for He Jun suddenly mentioning it, the prince would have almost forgotten that there was such a person by his side.

What can a rough maid do?

The prince was curious, and He Jun raised his voice and said, "Girl, don't you want to show your hand to His Royal Highness the Prince?" ”

Hua Rong has never performed in public, and He Jun clearly resents the outer room where she found a flaw in the public court and killed him, and finally found an opportunity to deliberately retaliate.

"Boss He really overestimates the slave maid, the slave and maid don't know what to do, and they don't dare to sacrifice their ugliness in front of His Highness."

Hua Rong replied calmly, and He Jun immediately looked apologetic: "Miss Hua Rong is afraid that Third Young Master Jiang will lose his temper if he finds out, men are like this, women who don't like themselves show their heads, they all blame the grass people for being abrupt, and they shouldn't talk too much." ”

He Jun slapped himself twice in the mouth as he spoke, and punished himself three cups to make amends, but the prince's interest in Huarong increased instead of decreasing.

A substitute is so closely watched, how could Jiang Yunyu forget Xiao Mingyou?

The prince played with the wine glass in his hand, and said quietly: "Whether it is ugly or not, I will only know after seeing it." ”.

This is what it means to perform with flowers.

Hua Rong clenched her fists, hesitated for a moment and said, "The slave did learn the pipa for a few days when she was young, but she couldn't use it when she hurt her wrist at this moment, please forgive your highness." ”

Hua Rong said and lifted her sleeves to reveal the wound on her wrist.

Large areas of skin were worn out, and the blood had coagulated and turned brown, and it looked very hideous and terrifying because it had not been cleaned and bandaged.

He Jun sighed and pretended to be unbearable, but the prince was indifferent, and said with a cold face: "It's useless just to be injured, and it seems that there is no need to keep this hand." ”

The implication is to cut off Hua Rong's hand.

Cold sweat climbed on her back, and Hua Rong had no choice but to change her words: "Since Your Highness wants to hear it, the slave and maid try hard." ”

Hua Rong asked the musician for the pipa, and He Jun asked a chair to be placed in the open space in the center of the banquet.

Hua Rong walked over and sat down, and began to pluck the strings.

Since entering the Zhongyong Uncle's Mansion, she has never touched the pipa again, her fingers are stiff, and she tried to play for a while before she could barely regain a little feeling, the melody played by her fingertips became smooth, but the wound on her wrist broke and bled again.

The red blood was crookedly dyed red on the lute, and the people who saw this scene unconsciously quieted down.

At this time, Jiang Yunhua suddenly rushed into the restaurant with a muddy body, snatched the pipa from Hua Rong's hand and smashed it on the ground.

The broken string hummed like a wail.

Jiang Yunxiao's eyes were red, and he glared at Hua Rong viciously: "Who let you play the pipa here?!" ”