Story of Yanxi Palace

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When Naran Chunxue came, Zhilan was applying balm to Hui Hui's fingers.

　　 "The lady of the concubine is really skin-colored and slippery like fat." Nalan Chunxue took the opportunity to flatter, "I really envy my concubine."

"If raised with cow's milk throughout the day and moistened with balm every day, it would be the same as this palace." Hui Guihui leaned on the couch, lazyly responded, and suddenly looked cold, "said nonsense, It took so much attention in this palace to get rid of the queen’s eyes. Who would have come out of a concubine, rescued the empress by the feast of the Chongyang Palace, and became a red man in the palace, this palace is easy to pick up She was the first to get the fruits of her! Tomorrow she is going to help the victims in Di'anmen. What should you do?"

　　Nalan Chunxue lowered her head for a moment and raised her head with a smile: "The girl is assured, the concubine will not let her have such a happy life."

　　 Although the disaster relief was presided over by Xian Fei, it was not something she could do alone. Many people were used up and down. In the library of Xin Zhe, Mother Liu glanced at the crowd: "Tomorrow, the An'anmen porridge disaster relief, you have to go to help, Xian Fei's lady grace, all the servants of the survivors who went to Di'anmen, each rewarded one or two, and took a rest day day."

　　 The crowd suddenly rejoiced.

　　 "Cough..." Wei Yingluo coughed a few times. This news was meaningless to her. She could hardly stand now and could only rely on Yuan Chunwang.

　　Mammy Liu gave her a disgusted glance: "Mrs. Xian Fei said, all people who are sick in the Sixth Palace will be treated for medical treatment, and leave for one day. If you are lucky, you will stay tomorrow."

　　After Grandma Liu left, Yuan Chunwang said with a smile: "Xian Fei is really powerful, quiet and convincing, your queen master, but you are far away."

　　 Wei Yingluo Liu Liu raised her eyebrows, though she didn't say anything, but she was obviously unhappy.

　　 "Okay, if you have time to worry about others, you might as well worry about yourself first." Yuan Chunwang suddenly hugged her and put a forehead on her forehead. "The burn hasn't retreated yet, go back and rest."

　　 There was someone beside him, Wei Yingluo was ashamed and angry: "You put me down first!"

　　Yuan Chunwang was unmoved: "Why not, I'm your brother! Don't move!"

"When did the two of them have such a good relationship?" A maiden looked behind him, her elbow hit the splendid next to her, and she said with a bad intention, "Wouldn't it...have become a "diet"?" ?"

　　 looked at the splendid people from afar, and their eyes gradually became resentful.

　　 The days passed quickly, especially in the place of Xin Zheku. He got up, worked, and slept. One day passed quickly. The next day, a group of servants went to Di'anmen to prepare to fight Xian Fei.

　　 Yuan Chunwang was in it.

Wei Yingluo was absent, and he fell silent again. After helping to build the cauldron, he and other servants distributed the congee and buns to the refugees. At first, it was orderly, but as more and more refugees, the scene More and more chaos, not only some people line up, and some people **** food from others, so fighting is inevitable.

　　Concubine Xian stood in the porridge shed and looked at the scene outside, frowning slightly: "General Wu, why is it so messy!"

　　Wu Shulai wipes cold sweat: "Xian Fei empress, I don't know where they came from so many refugees, the whole scene is messed up! You see, did you stop first?"

　　A refugee smashed the congee heavily on the ground and screamed: "Isn't it a porridge in the palace, Shi Ensan porridge? What kind of congee, clearly water, can see the people! Look! There is this bun!"

　　 He quickly rushed over, grabbed a bun from the hand of the maiden, and broke it apart: "It's brown rice, there is sand in it, and all the human teeth collapsed!"

　　Wu Shulai was exasperated: "Nonsense, where does our bun have sand!"

　　 But where do refugees believe in him, or, rather than the big man in front of him who has clean nails, he believes in the inferior people who are also dirty around him.

The refugee who had troubled before raised his bun and yelled again: "We ran to the feet of the emperor for thousands of miles, thinking that there would be food and drink. As a result, the officers and soldiers drove around, and the rich were penniless, ragged, and their stomachs were hollow. Be able to sell children and begs! Begging everywhere! What kind of grace and food in the palace is a lie, they deceive people, deceive people!"

　　The refugees were half-confident, and a voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, choking with a voice: "What team do you still queue up, grab it quickly, and no more congee buns!"

　　 As soon as the words fell, a refugee came out of the crowd, rushing to the forefront of the team in three steps, grabbing the steamer from the screaming maid, and dumping all the buns into the air.

　　 buns came down from the sky, countless hands raised up, a moment, grabbed the buns for a finishing touch, many people simply did not receive the buns porridge, screaming, crying, and even some people fight for a bun, fighting blood, blood flowing.

　　 The women hugged the child and stood sideways in horror. The old man was pushed to the ground and howled.

　　The court eunuchs shy back in panic, but Yuan Chunwang remained motionless, standing expressionlessly on the spot, gazing continuously in the crowd.

During the turmoil, several refugees rushed towards the congee shed where Xian Fei was located, and were stopped by several guards: "What are you doing, go out!"

　　 "Oops!" Another refugee who took the lead, he suddenly covered his chest and took a step back, then yelled, "The guards hit people, they are not good people, rob them!"

　　 The crowd had already lost their minds. With him taking the lead, many people gathered blindly and robbed the armies and weapons of the guards.

　　 Wu Shulai was in a hurry: "Quick! Quickly call someone to protect the lady!"

　　 "It's her!" The refugee who caused all of this suddenly pointed to Princess Xian and yelled, "The food is not enough, what kind of fake charity, she is a big liar, grab her!"

All of a sudden, the refugees ran to Princess Fei.

　　Wu Shulai was shocked: "Madam! Niang, what should I do! Let's go back to the palace, go back to the palace!"

　　Concubine squinted her eyes and looked at the refugees who rushed over with a cold look.

The **** rushed to protect the imperial concubine, and pulled out the blades together, forbidding the refugees to come close, but the blades were sharper, and there were only a dozen, compared to hundreds of thousands of refugees outside, a lot of money was paid, as the refugees gathered together More, the sweat for protecting the forehead of the army is also increasing.

　　 Seeing that a big disaster was about to happen, a young **** suddenly rushed out of the porridge shed, and Keng pulled out a guard with a sword around his waist.

　　Xue Liang's body reflected his handsome profile—Yuan Chunwang.

　　Yuan Chunwang carried the long sword and rushed into the refugees without any hesitation. He didn't even move his eyebrows. He raised his sword and fell, and the head of a refugee was cut off.

　　Blood rose up into the sky, the head rolled in the crowd, and every time it came, it brought a horrified cry.

　　 "It's killing! It's killing!"

　　 "Help!"

　　 "I don't want buns anymore, let me go!"

Yuan Chunwang raised his hand and wiped the blood that splashed on his cheeks, and then said loudly: "He is not a refugee at all! The refugees fled from Zhili, Tianjin and other places all the way. The feet are all sandals, all of them are worn out, he Although they are wearing refugee clothes, they have intact cloth shoes on their feet. They are clearly mixed in with refugees, and there are no intentional gangsters!"

　　In the porridge shed, Xian Fei, who was annoyed by his good opinions, was surprised.

　　 "You bullshit!" A refugee pointed at him and shouted, "You are a gang at all, killing us will also injustice us, kill him! Kill him!"

　　The refugees were excited for a while, and they all flooded to Yuan Chunwang.

Yuan Chunwang laughed, with a **** smile on his cheeks, which was particularly fascinating and scary, like a flower-demon snake spirit feeding on human beings, and he faced hundreds of times his refugees. Shaking off the fresh human blood above, sneeringly said: "If anyone takes the lead in trouble, he will end with him!"

　　 suddenly stopped his feet.

　　 Some people take the lead to have a wave of refugees, but in the face of the **** sword in his hands, no one wants to be the leader.

　　Including the refugee who was the first to suffer, now only dares to hide in the crowd, his eyes flashing at him.

　　 As a result, I just missed the best opportunity.

　　Boom—The tidy footsteps from far to near, the brigade guards rushed in, separated the refugees with swords, and protected the imperial concubine tightly.

　　The leader said with concern: "Xian Fei, are you okay?"

　　 "I'm okay." Xian Fei said, and then turned to Yuan Chunwang, with a trace of exquisiteness, "Do you see anything?"

　　Yuan Chunwang put away his sword and paid her a respectful salute: "Hui Niangniang, there are a total of eight refugees in the story, except for the one who has been killed, there are seven..."

　　 finished, he turned his head to look at the crowd, pointing his fingers from left to right, precisely pointing out seven of them.

"These eight people have been pushing the refugees, provoking separation, especially the one who is fleeing to the southeast corner." Yuan Chunwang said, "He not only took the lead, but also urged the refugees to attack the mothers, and they were willing to speculate. It's also necessary for the lady to order someone to be arrested and ask carefully."

　　Han Fei snorted: "What are you waiting for, catch them up!"

　　The guards swarmed up and locked the seven refugees who were in trouble. After a while, they were all blocked and imprisoned. Those waiting for them must be torture after another.

　　 The rioters were dragged away, and the remaining refugees changed back to sheep. Under the guard of the guards, they re-lined up and obediently received food from the palace eunuch.

　　 Looking at the crowd who could not see the end, Xian Fei sighed: "I didn't expect that there are so many refugees. The food I prepared is probably not enough."

　　 "That's because not only refugees are below." Yuan Chunwang said suddenly.

　　 Fei Xian was surprised for a moment, frowning and said: "You mean... Someone took the lead?"

　　 "The refugees came all the way, and the dusty servants were all yellow-skinned and weak in limbs, but you can look at them." Yuan Chunwang ordered a few people at random, "how could it be a refugee."

　　 Fei Xian looked at those people carefully, and found that it was true. Although he was wearing worn clothes, he was either raw or energetic, and he didn’t look like a refugee.

　　 "Who do you think these people are?" Xian Fei asked.

　　 Yuan Chunwang: "Beggars, lazy people in the capital, or people hired with money. As for the purpose of hiring them, you all see..."

　　True refugees can't get relief. Naturally, they complained and weren't sure-there will be a lot of chaos.

　　Hen Fei's face sank, suddenly announced loudly: "The porridge shed is far from enough to cope with the number of refugees. Except for children under ten years old and over 60 years old, everyone must participate in the construction of porridge shed!

　　The refugees heard the news and began to commotion again.

　　 "Why?"

　　 "Yes, why let us work!"

　　 "It's said that it's free porridge, but lie to us to work!"

　　 "That's too much! It's just a lie, we don't do it!"

　　 "Yes, don't do the work, firmly don't do it!"

　　 "We want to eat! Hurry up the buns!"

"Zhili, Tianjin and other places suffered from floods, and countless refugees flooded into the capital. The Forbidden City and the rich households are applying porridge and grains. It is in the spirit of kindness, but such kindness should be provided to those in need!" Xian Fei glanced at everyone , His eyes are cold, "Every bowl of porridge and every bun here is saved by someone else from your own bowl. It is a gift to you, and it is not a matter of not giving! You are not qualified to question, nor to ask for help! In exchange for your labor, you really belong to you, and no one can take it away! Now, childish and elderly people, sick and weak people distribute food for free, and everyone else works."

As soon as her words fell, Yuan Chunwang stood up: "Today, eight porridge sheds are to be built outside Di'anmen, and refugee camps are also being built outside the city. Those who are willing to work, come over to register, give food according to their hair, and eat enough food. , You have the strength to exchange the rations for the next day with labor. If you want nothing for nothing, you don’t have a grain of rice!"

　　Everyone looked at each other, and finally divided into two groups, one group to register and make a book, and the other group scattered.

　　The big disaster disappeared, and Xian Fei's satisfied eyes fell on Yuan Chunwang: "Which palace are you from?"

　　 Yuan Chunwang knelt down and said, "Return to the concubine, and the servants come from the library of Xin."

　　 An **** was dissatisfied with his limelight and interjected: "Xian Fei Niang, he is just a net army brushing the bucket!"

　　 Everyone laughed, but Yuan Chunwang said nothing, knelt calmly, his eyes calm.

　　Concubine Xian looked at him and smiled slightly: "The hero does not ask the source, Xin Zheku is missing a manager now, you can make it up!"

　　 Everyone was surprised and whispered.

　　 Yuan Chunwang lowered his head to cover his ambitions: "Xie Xian Fei's Lady Grace!"

As soon as he gained momentum, the chickens and dogs ascended into the sky. When they left the palace, everyone was far away from Yuan Chunwang. When they returned to the palace, everyone gathered close to him. The **** who previously interjected, even palmed his mouth repeatedly, pleasing: "There have been many offenses before. And I hope that Grandpa Yuan will not blame."

　　After dealing with this group of snobs, Yuan Chunwang walked hurriedly to Xin Zheku.

　　 He can't wait to share this good news with Wei Yingluo.

　　 "...Huh?" Looking at the empty warehouse, Yuan Chunwang frowned, "What about Yingluo?"