After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

On New Year's Eve, the capital is still bustling with activity.

There is no curfew from the New Year's Eve to the Lantern Festival, and it is lively every night.

Not only were the shops open, but even the small vendors were shouting loudly.

There are all kinds of food, and the shouting makes people feel itchy. They want to run up and buy something to try.

If it tastes good, just squint your eyes; if it doesn't taste good, give it to the servants.

The dazzling array of jewelry was so overwhelming that the maids were asked to ask if they were too cheap and they would not buy it.

Young men in fine clothes competed with each other with various folding fans in their hands, looking at the crowded crowd with smiles on their faces, their faces full of joy.

The girls in brightly colored skirts held incense fans and half-covered their faces, smiling and whispering to those next to them. They were all bright and charming.

I met the young masters accidentally, smiled slightly, turned my eyes and lowered my head, every frown and smile was ladylike and heartwarming.

The young master looked at him with a smile. After waking up, he opened the folding fan to show his handsomeness and his family background.

The brightly lit illuminated road guides the romantic love path for young gentlemen and girls.

Everything is so warm and beautiful, heartwarming, and just right.

"It's the New Year's Eve in the coldest month of winter. It's snowing heavily, but I didn't expect that this year will be as hot as midsummer. Alas."

"That's great. I don't like going out in the cold winter to shave my face."

"Brothers, please don't speak loudly. Today...hey, this day and night are reversed. We are extremely helpless."

The young masters looked at each other and said nothing.

There are secret rumors in the capital that if the day and night are reversed and the sun is so strong that it can kill people, then God is condemning the Holy Spirit and is not worthy of being the king of a country.

But who dares to talk nonsense on the street, risk being arrested by the Jinwu Guards.

The young masters were all children of high-ranking officials, so they knew this and stopped talking in time.

Although he stopped talking, these words also fell into the ears of a young man in brocade. He narrowed his eyes slightly, hummed softly, and said to the boy beside him: "Are you all ready?"

"Sir, everything is ready." The boy responded.

The young master nodded slightly and left with the boy. He walked hurriedly from the bustling East Market to the West Market where there were dirty roads, piles of low sheds and ragged clothes.

The people here have numb expressions and desperate eyes. They are lying, leaning or sitting, as if they are waiting for death.

In the past, when I saw someone coming, I would stop them and ask for food. But now, I won’t give them food even if they have it. The result is the same whether I reach out or not, so I won’t reach out.

The child's hoarse and feeble cry came from the shed, accompanied by the woman's cry: "Son, it's my mother's fault. There is no food at home. I really have no milk at all..."

After hearing this, the young master frowned and looked away, just in time to see a five or six-year-old boy lying on the ground licking the pavement.

There were some water stains on the road. I was very thirsty and there was no water. But when I saw the water stains, I wanted to step forward to quench my thirst.

The young master couldn't bear to see it, and gave the boy a look. The young boy understood what his young master meant, took out a water bag from his arms, and gave the child a sip of water.

The child kept holding the water bag and asked with red eyes, "Can I give my mother a sip?"

The boy hurriedly grabbed the water bag back and lowered his voice: "If I give this water bag to you, you will be snatched away and beaten to death, and your mother will not survive."

The child understood this, and although he was reluctant to let go, he obediently let go of the water bag.

Now everyone has no food and water. If someone sees you have water in your hand, it will be snatched away by others. If you are almost lucky, you will be killed.

The child has encountered it, and the young man has also encountered it, but his father is Mr. Du, and the sixth son is the most Bodhisattva-hearted, and he cannot bear to see such poverty, so he always takes him to donate this and that to the people of the West City.

In the past, I donated directly to Xishi, which was a big help.

But now, day and night are reversed, food is not produced, water sources are drying up, and even if you have money, you can't buy food. The sixth son of his family can't donate even if he wants to.

Having just come from Dongshi, the sixth son of his family looked at the revelers over there and wanted to help everyone, but he also knew that he could not cause trouble to the master at this time.

The master is ill, and the sixth young master cannot use his kindness to pull the master to do good deeds with him.

Hey, it looks uncomfortable, what a thief.

The boy sighed secretly, looking at the dirt-covered road, the crowded, drafty little thatched hut, he felt pity.

Passing through this poor man's shack, he saw a low house with a coughing adult lying among the broken walls, and a sluggish child sitting next to him.

Going back, the house looks quite cozy, barely able to shelter from the wind and rain, but when everyone walks out, they all have yellow, hungry, and sunken faces.

A big man with a small body and a numb expression. Even if he saw Mr. Du Liu coming, he just raised his eyes and said nothing.

Because they all said that Mr. Du Liu had no food now and could not save them.

They had money to buy food, and they couldn't leave the city. Poor people like them had no choice but to wait for death.

"My son." A blind old woman rushed out with a cane, followed by a thin woman and a naked child with a bulging belly.

The woman pulled the old woman and said with tears in her eyes: "Mom, don't go, it's gone, it's gone."

"We still have to collect the corpse." The old woman walked forward and howled loudly, "Even if there is only a piece of skin left, I still have to collect his body, my son."

The woman pulled her, hugged her legs, sat on the ground and refused to let her go. She let the old woman beat her and refused to let go, with tears streaming down her cheeks and sobbing.

The people around him just glanced at it for the first time, and then turned their heads away, as if it was none of their business.

Mr. Du Liu had encountered this kind of thing several times. It was just that there was no food at home, and the men in the family secretly went to find food.

Either they were beaten to death, or they were left with only a piece of skin left in the sun.

No one will collect the bodies of people who die in the sun, because no one dares to go under the sun.

After dark, luckily the skin is still there.

If you're unlucky, the skin might end up in someone's stomach.

Young Master Du Liu thought about the love scene he saw that time, and instantly felt nauseous, and his feet rushed forward again.

About ten days after the sun's rays changed, word spread in the capital that this was God's punishment for God's inaction.

The words finally reached the ears of the Holy Emperor, who could not help but behead the two ministers who had brought the message and ransack their homes.

Then it came out that God was not punishing the Holy One, but telling the Holy One that the newly appointed Nineteenth Prince Chu Xuan was not worthy of being the Crown Prince.

The Holy Sage sneered and killed the minister who sent the message before ransacking his house. The reason was that he wanted to go against God.

Some old ministers hit the pillars to criticize the prince for deposing him.

In the past, the emperor regarded the establishment and deposing of the prince as a game, but if he didn't do it, he would have to go against the ministers.

One month after the sun's power, ten ministers crashed and died in the main hall, and their remonstrances to depose the prince were unsuccessful.

The Holy Master was sitting on the golden throne, half-stepping on the dragon chair, holding up his arms, looking at the ministers below with a smile: "Is there anyone who is hitting the pillars? If not, then retreat from the court. If there are some, I will be exhausted if they hit the pillars."

The ministers all bowed their heads and remained silent, and then the Holy Emperor resigned from the court. After rewarding the prince, he also said that the prince was his lucky star.

Prince: "..."

But the prince was very happy: "I want to eat the meat that my father rewarded me with. I can't say that I don't have it anymore. I just go and buy it if I don't have it."

A table was prepared that the prince liked, but the prince didn't eat a few bites before running to the queen's place for dinner.