Get dressed quickly and get pregnant. My wife wants to be pampered.

All the granaries in Hangzhou were opened to stock grain, and the streets were suddenly crowded with refugees.

"The short-lived Prince of Zhenbei is finally willing to give us food?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, you don't want to die."

"People are starving to death. They are already dead."

The timid refugees didn't want to stand with him when they saw the bold refugee speaking so boldly, for fear that they would be implicated.

"Tsk, I don't know if the food has been withheld again this time. There were stones in the porridge last time."

The daring refugees were as free-mouthed as ever and said whatever they wanted.

"It's good to eat some. What else can we do?"

After hearing what his companion said, the courageous refugee sighed. He was so angry that he really wanted to kill all these thieves.

This time, Lou Zhan's army personally supervised the distribution of grain. The team was in order and no one dared to cause trouble.

After queuing for a long time, the two refugees finally received their porridge, which was very thick.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it. This isn't porridge, it's almost thickened into rice."

While the timid refugee was sighing, another refugee had already started eating porridge crazily and had no intention of talking at all. He was too hungry.

When the porridge was almost finished, the brave refugee wiped his mouth, frowned, and murmured.

"What does this prince of Zhenbei want to do?"

"Bah, a slap in the face and a date are not a good thing."

"I don't know. Anyway, we have porridge now. Recently, many temples and wealthy businessmen have been renovating their houses and are looking for workers. Let's find a job."

"What's the use of finding something to do? The price of food is so high, we can't afford it."

The courageous refugees were filled with anger. None of these dog officials were good people.

"Find something to do first. Anyway, we will put out food now. It seems that since the Prince of Zhenbei took advantage of the cheap labor prices and renovated his residence, the temples and wealthy businessmen followed suit, resulting in a shortage of people everywhere."

"Before, the stupid guy found a job early, and the temple provided food for him. He also saved a lot of money from his wages."

When the brave refugee heard this, he sighed and said, "Okay, we will find a job later."

In fact, he originally planned to make a fuss with the government and gather the refugees to make trouble together, because he really couldn't survive anymore.

The courageous disaster victim was originally an honest farmer, but who knew that those dog officials were not human beings. During the previous drought a few years ago, his parents and sister starved to death.

"This prince of Zhenbei is far worse than his brother."

"His brother was a great hero on the battlefield. He was humble and kind to the people. It's a pity that he died too early, otherwise he would not be the heir apparent."

"Bah, shit!"

Although the brave refugees didn't eat too much, they still had the strength to curse.

"Shh, you don't want to die."

On the carriage not far away, Lou Zhan was sitting with an upright posture. The words of the two refugees just now reached his ears.

At this moment, Lou Zhan was sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed and meditating. His long eyelashes were upturned and their roots were distinct, like a crow-green feather fan. The rosary beads in his hand turned slowly, and the knuckles were clearly defined.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go to the Western Market. It's time for execution."

Zhang Ying thought the words of these two refugees were very interesting at first. But when I heard these two refugees talking about their previous sons, I broke into a cold sweat.

This is not something that can be mentioned casually. Lou Zhan's brother is a taboo for him.

"Ah."

Lou Zhan responded indifferently. He never cared what others thought of him.

He is indeed not a good person and there is no need to care about these refugees.

The wheels were rolling and we headed all the way to the West Market, where many ordinary people gathered.

They all came to see the execution. They didn't expect that there were so many people involved in embezzling food. There were officials, big and small, and some were just servants.

After repeated embezzlement, almost half of the relief food reached the victims.

"Which of you dares to touch me? Do you know who I am?"

"My sixth aunt is the concubine of the Minister of Household Affairs. If you dare to touch me, you will be left with nothing to eat."

The person making the noise was a small supervisor at the food distribution point. He didn't understand why things suddenly became so serious when he had always done this before.

The victims of the disaster will die, they are all despicable lives, it doesn't matter if one more dies or the other dies less.

Nobody cares.

"My seventh uncle's second aunt was my uncle Guo's former wet nurse. You can't touch me either!"

"The magistrate of Hangzhou is my uncle. Please ask for instructions."

……

As the first person who yelled spoke, many people followed him, and they were all afraid of death.

It's obviously an ordinary thing, but who is so serious about it and breaks the rules?

"See Your Royal Highness."

As soon as the supervisor in charge of the execution saw Lou Zhan getting off the carriage, he immediately ran over to salute, for fear of losing etiquette.

When these clamoring people heard that Lou Zhan was coming, they thought that the savior had arrived. They all thought that Lou Zhan was on the same side as them.

"Your Highness, please save us."

"We can give a lot of gifts."

When Zhang Ying heard this, he pursed his lips speechlessly. These people were afraid that they would not die quickly enough.

Don't give gifts so openly. No one except the prince dares to accept gifts openly.

"How much can you give?"

Lou Zhan's long eyelashes were slightly lowered, his tone was extremely kind, and his eyes showed a cold laziness.

"A lot, as long as the prince protects me from death."

Lou Zhan seemed to have heard some funny joke, the ends of his narrow eyes raised slightly, and he chuckled.

"Can you give me your head?"

I saw Lou Zhan taking the executioner's knife. As he raised the knife, a human head fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, dripping with blood.

There was still a smile on the corner of the head's mouth, and the panic that should have belonged to him was transferred to other people's faces.

"Tsk, you soiled my prince's shoes."

Lou Zhan handed the knife back to the executioner, borrowed the handkerchief from Zhang Ying and wiped his hands. He smiled very softly and raised his feet in disgust.

"The time has come. If you don't chop off their heads, why don't you wait to chop off your heads?"

This sentence frightened the executioners to quickly stand up and behead the head quickly, and the wailing sounds continued one after another.

"Why don't you see Qin Sheng?"

Lou Zhan wiped his hands and looked at the officer in charge of the execution.

"His Royal Highness, there is something going on at home. He said that his wife fainted last night and is still awake. She cannot live without people."

Lou Zhan paused in wiping his hands, his long eyelashes lowered, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking at the moment.