"Then you can go," Jun Shuzhu said suddenly, "After I go back, Lone will make another holy decree to dissolve the marriage contract between the two of us." ”

[So good?] 】

Chen Qianzhi smiled: "Since you have to die, then die alone, anyway, this life is enough to fuck up!" ”

"Really, let me go?"

"Let's go!"

“……”

Ling Xi didn't expect the tyrant to say that he would let go and backhand, and let her go free without warning.

Afraid that Chen Qian would regret it, she quickly got up and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Behind her, the tyrant looked at her back, his eyes complicated and dark.

Suddenly.

Ling Xi stopped.

I don't know why, when she can completely get rid of tyrants, live freely, live her own life freely in the book, and have her own paper soul, she suddenly regrets it a little.

It's good to eat and wait for death to live a rotten life, but now it doesn't seem to be to the point of exhaustion.

"Why don't you leave?" Chen Qianzhi lowered his head and fiddled with the clothes belt: "Don't worry, you can do what you say, and if you say that you will dissolve the marriage contract, you will dissolve the marriage contract." ”

"The Queen Mother said that she wanted to give you and me a marriage, and the marriage contract was dissolved, what should she do?"

"Lone is going to die, and she still cares about her as an old woman, what can she do." Chen Qian lost his previous spirit, and the whole person was full of indescribable depression.

"But we don't have to die, it's not the last moment yet," Ling Xi ran back again, half-kneeling on his knees: "I."

We can join forces and fight a turnaround battle. ”

originally thought that the tyrant would be enthusiastic when he heard this, and he would live for himself like her.

But he just sat there fixedly, his eyes were extremely complicated, and he seemed to have a thousand words but didn't know where to start.

After a long time, he was dumbfounded: "Then have you ever thought that maybe even if we join forces, we can't escape the final ending?" ”

"How do you know you can't escape?" Ling Xi slapped him on the leg, "You haven't worked hard, how do you know you can't escape?" ”

"Because the ending of some stories may really be predestined, and it can't be changed......" the tyrant sighed: "Just like the butterfly effect, when we change a thing, the aftermath effect may be greater, and it needs more power to remedy it until it is irremediable......"

Ling Xi was taken aback: "You actually know about the butterfly effect?" ”

[The author's setting is really a bull fork! ] 】

Thinking that the tyrant could hear his own heart, he immediately shook his head and erased that careful thought.

"Even if there is no cure in the end, we have to struggle, are we really waiting to die?" Ling Xi made a decisive gesture: "You are a tyrant...... King, I know a certain future, and if we join forces, what else can't be solved!? ”

"Joining forces? How are you going to join forces? ”

"You solve the big problems, I solve the small problems!"

“……”

——

Ling Xi thought very simply.

Since the root of the matter is a mob rebellion, then suppress the rebellion first.

And she found their killer through the clues given in the original text.

Find that person, kill it, and solve the aftermath.

Ling Xi changed into a clean dress and followed Grandpa An to the library.

The library is in a corner of the tyrant's side hall, which is different from the solemnity and solemnity of the imperial study, and it looks random and messy here.

"This is His Majesty's private place, except for me, no one in the palace is allowed to come in, so it has not been carefully cleaned, it is a little messy, eh, the girl pay attention to her feet, don't trip."

Grandpa An said as he picked up the half-poured reel and put the rolled out reel back.

"These are all graffiti from His Majesty's childhood, and I have been asked to burn them, but the old slave is reluctant, so he keeps putting them away."

"Your Majesty, why do you want to burn it?"

[If this is out, as soon as it is turned over among the people, it will be the real money of white flowers! ] 】

Thinking that Grandpa An could also hear his heart, he was suddenly a little embarrassed.

But Grandpa An didn't seem to hear anything, and went to clean up the other messy books without changing his face.

"Old fox, no wonder you have been by the tyrant's side for so long, Tarzan collapsed in front of him and remained unchanged." Ling Xi really admired Father-in-law An's change of place.

She casually opened a painting.

[This is the tyrant's ...... Draw? 】

The picture is gloomy.

The sky was full of dark clouds, and the black pressure was crushed on the endless sea, and the black waves swelled and exploded, surging monstrous waves.

Between the lightning and thunder, a flat boat floated lonely and broken on the waves, and a thin figure standing at the bow of the boat could be faintly seen.

The figure carried the lamp, which was in favor of the bow of the ship, and faced the waves that were almost sky-high.

"Your Majesty...... This painting is really dark. ”

She has opened several fragments in a row, and her painting style is without exception a haze-filled, secretive and depressing style.

[These are the words of the tyrant when he was a child, so isn't his childhood very dark?!] 】

[Otherwise, I wouldn't have drawn such a style.] 】

[It seems that the reason why a tyrant became a tyrant is not because he hates it by nature, but because of the acquired environment. 】

When he raised his head, he saw Tatsu Qianzhi standing at the inner door looking at her, and he didn't know if he heard her heart.

"Lonely, here's something for you."

It is the official report of public opinion on the disaster on the other side of the Shiliang River.

"The magistrate came up and said that the disaster situation had stabilized and was appeasing the people, although the food was a little insufficient, but if he could make a supply of gruel, he could barely give up the porridge until next month."

Ling Xi nodded: "Good thing!" ”

Chen Qianzhi glanced at her meaningfully: "But Lone's eyeliner reported that there were thousands of miles of starvation, floating corpses everywhere, and the government had a certain amount of official food, but not much, and there was no such thing as appeasing the porridge." ”

Ling Xi recalled the original text.

In the original text, what the eyeliner says is true.

"As far as I know, the relief grain allocated by the imperial court was cut off by the envoy of the left, and he sold half of it, and distributed it to some officials at the same time, in collusion, and later instigated a riot against refugees, which caused the palace rebellion on August 12."

"August Twelve?" Chen Qianzhi's expression moved slightly.

"Yes, August 12, the date of our death!"

"Today is the ...... of July 17"

"Twenty-five days, as long as we solve this matter within twenty-five days, we will be able to turn the tide," Ling Xi made an inviting gesture: "So, Your Majesty, please." ”

"What please?"

"Reopen the warehouse and release the grain!"

“……”

"The rebellion of the homeless people is just to grab a bite to eat, if everyone has something to eat, everyone can live and work in peace and contentment, who has the heart to take risks!?"

Heroes emerge from troubled times.

That's when a hero can't survive in troubled times, and is forced to become a hero.

The tyrant's expression was very strange: "What about the truth, Lonely, understand!" ”

“…… And then what? ”

"No food!"

“……”

The tyrant calmly explained: "The treasury is empty, not only is there no food, but there is no extra money to buy food, and the only bit of food has been squandered by the Prime Minister of the Left, so there is no food now." ”

Ling Xi's whole person was not good: "Without food, how can we win back this game?" ”

At present, the most direct and effective way is to use grain to suppress the chaos.

Now that there is no food, how can it be pressed?

Do you press it with your face!?