Princess Consort Is No Pushover

If he were the emperor, he would never treat the common people like this.

Seeing these victims, his eyes were also red, and he said that men do not shed tears easily because they have not yet reached the point of sadness.

Yun Ruoyue sighed uncomfortably, "The people in the disaster area are really suffering. If I were a god, I could save them."

"Yue'er, if there is a chance for me to win the world, I promise you that I will make the people live a better life!" Chu Xuanchen said firmly.

He couldn't bear the fact that the foundation created by his father was destroyed by Emperor Hongyuan.

Emperor Hongyuan has been on the throne for more than ten years, and he looks like a wise king on the surface. Secretly, he is extravagant and lustful, greedy for pleasure, only caring about internal fighting, killing loyal officials, and supporting treacherous officials.

As a result, the national strength is gradually weakened and the people's livelihood is withered.

Now this natural disaster has exposed all the shortcomings of the imperial court.

Seeing the people suffer, he was really sad, and he really wanted to take over the world and let him rule it.

"My lord, it's not good! There are a group of refugees running towards us over there, as if they are going to rob us!" At this moment, Feng'er's screams came from outside.

Chu Xuanchen quickly opened the curtain of the car, and saw twenty or thirty unkempt refugees rushing towards their carriage team.

As soon as they rushed over, they saw Feng'er holding a big white steamed bun in his hand, and they all swallowed their saliva immediately.

"Look, there are people in the carriage eating steamed buns. They have steamed buns. Let's go get some steamed buns!"

"Yes! During this catastrophe, they can afford a carriage, and they must be rich. Let's go get some steamed buns to satisfy our hunger!"

When Moli saw the refugees running over, he was afraid that they were trying to rob, so he quickly drew his sword and shouted, "Bold! Stop, don't come over!"

When the refugees saw his shining sword, they took a step back in fright.

"Moli, put away the sword!" Chu Xuanchen hurriedly opened the curtain of the car, and glanced at the refugees outside.

"But the king... but the young master, my subordinates are afraid that they will rob us of our property." Mo Li said worriedly.

"It's okay, Feng'er, take out half of the dry food we brought just now, and give them to eat." Chu Xuanchen ordered.

Feng'er hesitated for a moment, "But young master, we didn't bring much dry food, what if we give half of it to them, what if we don't have enough?"

"No, I asked people to carry food with them in secret, and we will not be short of food. Hurry up, if you give it quickly, they will really rob, and then it will be difficult!" Chu Xuanchen made a decisive decision.

During times of calamity, don't expect people to keep their etiquette and conduct themselves.

If the refugees really robbed them, was he going to kill them?

Therefore, the only way to avoid conflicts is to distribute some food to them as soon as possible.

Seeing this, Feng'er had no choice but to say to the crowd: "Everyone, don't squeeze, my son is kind-hearted, since everyone wants to eat steamed buns, please listen to me, stand in line one by one, and I will send them to you, okay?"

"Okay!" The refugees shouted excitedly when they heard this, and then began to line up.

But they didn't have the habit of queuing, so the line was crooked, like an earthworm.

Seeing this, Yun Ruoyue also walked out and said, "Feng'er, let me help you."

"I'll help too." Aunt Bing also stepped forward to help.

Xiaodie hurried to Yun Ruoyue's side and followed her closely, for fear that she would be assassinated.

Fortunately, after staring at them for a while, she found that these were all victims of disasters who were helpless, so she was relieved.