Traveling through famine years, peasant girls hold space in their hands to store food

Mrs. Mei looked at the man in front of her who once loved her very much, and he seemed particularly strange at the moment.

"Haha..." Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and hit the back of Prime Minister Mei's hand, but even this failed to bring back any trace of his sanity.

The strength in her hands gradually tightened, and she looked at Mrs. Mei's flushed face, which gradually turned black and purple. There was still no sign of begging for mercy in her eyes.

"If I want to die, I will help you. You won't be alone after you die. I will send Puer down to be with you, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Mei's bloodshot eyes widened a bit in an instant, but Prime Minister Mei, who was sensible and sensible, didn't notice this.

Mrs. Mei struggled and slapped Prime Minister Mei's arm, "Emperor...Emperor..." Before she could say the words, she lost her breath, and the beating hands fell away little by little.

Prime Minister Mei relaxed a little when he heard her uttering two words of emperor intermittently.

Mrs. Mei, who was shaking and no longer struggling, shouted angrily, "What? Please explain it to me clearly?"

Seeing the person softening and no longer struggling, he stretched out his hand in panic to test her breathing.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? Get up and tell me clearly who allowed you to die?" Prime Minister Mei shook her body like crazy.

If anyone saw it at this time, they would definitely understand that Prime Minister Mei was not a normal person at all.

He threw Mrs. Mei's body onto the bed, collapsed on the ground and beat the ground as if to vent his anger.

"Emperor...what is the emperor? Is it related to the emperor?" Prime Minister Mei felt that he had guessed correctly, with manic anger in his eyes.

"Hahaha... The dog emperor of Dayuan will never let you go."

......

Tomorrow is the day when my brother gets married.

The whole house was ready to arrive early, and the whole house was filled with joy.

The happiest ones are the grandparents. Today, many relatives and friends started to come to congratulate me.

Lu Qingqing was also woken up by Xia Yun early. He first paid greetings to his grandparents and then visited his mother's yard.

When she returned to the room, several maids knew that she was in a bad mood and kept following her to persuade her.

"Master, it hurts to see a slave like you!"

"I'm fine. You guys go down first. I want to sleep for a while."

She leaned on the beauty couch and closed her eyes. The soft sunlight outside shone through the window lattice on her jade-like face.

Looks more soft and charming.

Biyun covered her master with a thin quilt, then leaned over and stepped aside, looking at her with worried eyes.

Xia Yun hesitated to speak, but Ziyue beside him pulled the person out of the room and closed the door.

"Ziyue, why did you pull me out? Master himself..."

Xia Yun pouted and complained, and Ziyue reached out and hit her forehead.

"What an idiot. Let the master rest quietly."

Several maids lowered their heads and walked towards the penthouse, but everyone was lying on the earthen kang in front of the window, looking at the master's door, for fear of missing any movement.

"It's true what you said, King Chen. He hasn't been here in the past two days. He ran so frequently before and climbed over the wall almost day and night..."

Ziyao immediately covered Xia Yun's mouth and glanced at her, "You girl, don't talk nonsense, be careful..."

Xia Yun immediately understood and quickly covered his mouth and nodded sharply.

Biyun and Ziyue next to her stared at her with disapproval.

Biyun turned around, picked up the scissors and fabric from the sewing basket at the head of the kang, and began to make gestures.

Ziyao glanced at it, and Xia Yun leaned over and asked, "Biyun, what are you doing?"

"Little bellyband!"

"Ugh?"

Ziyue turned her head and glanced at Xia Yun, then shook her head and muttered softly. Her head was full of food at this time, and she wanted to find a maid for her master.

Xia Yun, who was confused, was still staring at the movements of Biyun's hands.

Lu Qingqing in the room stared blankly at the corner of the table next to her, thinking about the scene she saw Chu Haochen that day.

The tears suddenly fell down instantly, but I suddenly felt very wronged. He didn't show up for the past two days, and he didn't come to explain...

Forget it, he didn’t even know that he saw him that day. Maybe he was sleeping with the woman at that moment...

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became, and she touched her belly and said, "Baby, your dad is not a good person, let's not want him anymore, okay?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuah...what's going on? Why do you feel so uncomfortable?"

She pulled up the quilt to cover her head, hid in it, and started crying, her tears of grievance just couldn't be stopped.

At this time, the culprit was dressed in black clothes and standing on the city tower with his hands behind his back, overlooking the inside and outside of the capital.

The city was crowded with people coming and going, and some people obviously wearing different clothes were walking among the crowd.

He coldly ordered the men behind him, "Intensify patrols and vigilance in the capital, and don't relax for a moment."

"Prince Chen, we have added a team of patrolling officers and soldiers before. This is still necessary..."

Commander Hu glanced disapprovingly at him who was giving orders in a cold voice.

I sneered in my heart because of my status as the emperor’s nephew, huh! I’m directing him to do things here...

Chu Haochen didn't even look at him and looked at the people below the city.

He asked in a deep voice: "Commander Hu, if anything happens to the people in the capital or these envoys, can you be responsible?"

"I..." Commander Hu tightened his grip on the sword little by little and looked at him with gloomy eyes.

He did not dare to refute these words, so he could only bear to turn around and shout coldly at the imperial guards behind him, and strengthened patrols to ensure that there was no abnormality.

"Yes!"

A neat line of Forbidden Army officers responded in unison.

After Commander Hu gave the order, he turned around and left with a cold snort. Only then did Chu Haochen turn around and look at the back of the knife as it left, with a deep coldness in his eyes.

Then he looked in the direction of the Zhenguo General's Mansion. He hadn't seen that little woman for two days, and he didn't know what she was doing.

Mo Er followed his master, followed his gaze, and raised the corners of his lips.

"Master, are you thinking about the county master?"

Chu Haochen didn't reply, but glanced at him with the corners of his lips raised, and habitually reached out to touch the purple jade on his waist.

"By the way, Master, when I passed by Prime Minister Mei's Mansion, I found that a funeral was being held inside."

"Oh? Is that old guy dead..." There was a hint of sarcasm on Chu Haochen's lips.

Mo Er raised his eyebrows, put his hand to his lips and coughed lightly.

"That's not true. I heard that it was Mrs. Mei. I heard that it was because her son couldn't bear the shock. He had a heart attack and didn't have time to save him..."

Chu Haochen stared at Mo Er with sarcasm in his eyes, "Do you believe it?"

"..."