Quick-wearing female supporting cast: System, you have lost your integrity!

Chapter 390

Under the imperial decree, the sixth princess, Jin Fengyue, was granted the title of imperial envoy, and went to Suizhou for disaster relief.

Full of uproar.

Prime Minister Murong Zhongyan was the first to stand up and ask questions: "The sixth princess is far away from the government, so I'm afraid she doesn't know much about disaster relief. You must know that the disaster in Suizhou is extraordinary. If there is a mistake, it will have a wide impact and it will not be able to end."

Jin Fengyue looked at Murong Zhongyan neither humble nor overbearing, her beautiful long eyebrows raised lightly, making the latter tremble for no reason.

"The prime minister is worrying too much."

Eat radishes and worry less, Jin Fengyue's unfinished words clearly mean this!
Even mothers don't please her, so how much can Murong Han make her fall in love with?

Jin Fengyue couldn't help but dislike the original owner's preference.

Fortunately, Ren Murong Zhongyan was unwilling, Jin Fengyue's imperial envoy was a certainty.

The time was set to set off in three days. Jin Fengyue first visited Liu Xi's place, trying to calm down Liu Xi, and then devoted the rest of the day to getting along with Si Yao.

It's so rare, Karl has always been a god-like existence in her eyes, as if nothing can trouble him.At this moment, the combination of Si Yao's fragility and Karl's majesty is a very novel experience.

Si Yao was originally a skin trauma. After Jin Fengyue threw medicine at all costs, the wound showed signs of scabbing the next day.

Jin Fengyue didn't tell him that she was going to Suizhou, but only told him that she was going on a long trip so that he could recuperate from his injuries, and told the palace servants to take good care of Si Yao.

Seeing that three days were about to pass, before parting, Jin Fengyue couldn't bear the throbbing in her heart, pressed a kiss on Si Yao's ruddy lips, and left in a hurry.

The receding figure didn't notice the movement of the man's fingertips stroking his lips, and the mole of tears under his deep eyes was shining brightly.

Along the way, eating and sleeping in the open, the guards and ministers who were sent to accompany her were all surprised by Jin Fengyue's sudden seriousness.

No complaints, no complaints, no loss of imperial majesty, but no imperial airs, which invisibly increased the cohesion of a group of people.

In the middle of the night, Jin Fengyue was stationed in the back house of the prefect of Suizhou, the flickering candlelight reflected that tired face.

Rubbing the throbbing forehead, Jin Fengyue frowned and browsed through the information submitted by the people below after unannounced visits, her bloodshot eyes were filled with dark tides due to sleeplessness.

really!

Natural disasters are inevitable, but as far as she knows, Suizhou suffers from a lot of droughts, and the relief funds and food allocated by the imperial court clearly match the people of Suizhou, yet so many people still starve to death!
It's no wonder that the people were desperate and revolted.

Long before Jin Fengyue came, Fang Zhizhou, the prefect of Suizhou, was detained by her, so no more serious consequences were caused.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his lips, the mess was really huge...

Suddenly there was a rustling sound from the window lattice!

The sound is so small that it is almost negligible.

Jin Fengyue quietly twisted up the letter paper, watching the flames of the candle licking and kissing the pure white paper, watching the pieces of writing turn into ashes.

A faint musk scent came in, and the silence of the room became unusual due to the scent. Jin Fengyue curled her lips into a smile, and fell on the desk in a cooperative manner.

After a long time, until it was confirmed that there was no movement in the house, the closed door creaked open.

The visitor was not weak, and his footsteps landed lightly on the ground. The lying head in front of the table didn't know the crisis was coming, and fell into a deep sleep.

The long sword was held high, the tip of the sword was about to fall with a flash of cold light, Jin Fengyue felt the cool wind blowing from the back of her head——

Just about to stand up tense, the tip of the sword deflected with a "bass", accompanied by a painful muffled groan!

(End of this chapter)