Emperor game: sss difficulty I deduce everything

A small face is dirty, still can't see the real face.

But six or seven years old.

At this moment, his face was slowly numb.

Carefully holding two tile bowls.

And in the tile bowl, it is full of light yellow and white disaster relief food.

It was as if it was some kind of extraordinary and precious thing.

A sudden question was heard.

The little girl in ragged clothes subconsciously did not choose to answer.

Almost instantly, he squatted down directly and protected the tile bowl in his arms.

Not a word was said.

He just lowered his head firmly.

It is obviously an age of innocence.

There was a numb and anxious look on his face.

Don't know why.

But Zhu Yuanzhang, who was watching from the side, was twitching in his heart.

"Little girl?"

Another question.

The little girl was still squatting, tightly protecting the two clay bowls in her arms, without saying a word.

Zhu Yuanzhang was silent.

Just looking at the little girl in front of me.

I don't know why.

Almost for a moment, the eye sockets turned slightly red.

half an hour.

Two people, one big and one small.

One watched silently.

One squatted tightly on the ground.

The screen freezes accordingly.

There are no words.

I don't know how long it has been.

"Uncle, I'm not good-looking, so I can't be a daughter-in-law. Don't kidnap me, please..."

"I...I'll give you my porridge. Grandma is dying of illness. You leave a bowl for grandma."

"OK……"

The childish voice was full of tears.

The owner of the voice quietly raised his head at this moment.

Still firmly protecting the two clay bowls containing grain in his arms.

There were two wet marks on the face, and the black mud on the little man's face was washed clean.

Zhu Yuanzhang pursed his lips.

Some pantothenic acid in the eyes.

But he stared straight at the little girl, trying hard to make the expression on his face kinder.

The tone was as gentle as possible: "Uncle is not abducting you, nor is he here to steal your food."

After repeated emphasis.

The little girl finally raised her head and looked at Zhang Jiao and Zhu Yuanzhang in front of her.

After a while, I felt a little relieved.

Although he is still protecting his tile bowl tightly.

But the tone finally lost the sorrow just now: "The place where the porridge is served is right in front."

The little girl turned her head to the disaster relief point where there was already a long queue ahead, and said timidly.

Hearing the little girl's words, Zhu Yuanzhang's tense expression finally eased down.

Although Zhang Jiao didn't say a word.

But there was also a little smile on his face.

And after some chatting.

The little girl's wariness towards Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhang Jiao also decreased a little.

Carefully stood up from the ground.

But subconsciously, he was still protecting the two bowls.

But this time.

But it was enough for Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhang Jiao to see clearly what was in the little girl's two clay bowls.

however.

When you see exactly what the relief food is in the hands of each victim.

The slight smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face disappeared in an instant.

"This is? Bran and fodder!?"

When saying this sentence.

Zhu Yuanzhang lowered his head, almost popping out every single word from his mouth.

The tone is low.

There were bursts of resentment all over his body.

I can only see it in the little girl's tile bowl.

That yellow and white thing.

Where is the grain that Zhu Yuanzhang imagined?

It's just a pile of bran, forage, and the so-called "multigrain porridge" mixed with some sparse japonica rice.

even.

Zhu Yuanzhang could still see some clearly visible stones from the miscellaneous grain porridge.

"These damned corrupt officials! They...they!!!"

The fists were already clenched, and at this moment Zhu Yuanzhang even had bursts of killing intent: "They actually gave this to the disaster victims!"

"How dare they, how dare they!?"

At this moment.

The expression on Zhu Yuanzhang's face was extremely gloomy.

A trace of killing intent flashed faintly all over his body.

It is clear.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who originally had a glimmer of expectation for the court.

After seeing the scene in front of him.

It's a complete disappointment.

The glimmer of expectation for the imperial court has already disappeared.

Take a deep breath.

Zhu Yuanzhang once again glanced at the disaster relief in front of him angrily: "Men, let's go back."

At this moment.

Zhu Yuanzhang's tone became calmer.

Supporting Zhang Jiao, he was about to go back.

Although there is no slightest wave at this moment.

however.

I have been with Zhu Yuanzhang for so long.

Zhang Jiao knows.

On the contrary, this is a manifestation of Zhu Yuanzhang's anger to the extreme.

And at this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang, who is the head teacher of Taiping Taoism, will do what after returning home.

Zhang Jiao was almost certain.

however.

It is different from Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhang Jiao's gaze was always fixed on the group of disaster victims at the scene.

There was no trace of anger on the whole person.

The eyes are faint.

Slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And at the same time.

That was the little girl who had been watching Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhang Jiao cautiously.