After becoming the protagonist of abuse

The snow outside the house was getting bigger and bigger, almost covering the calves. Luo Xi's side was busy with people clearing the snow, so he simply asked the servants to rest and wait for the snow to stop before going.

Yang Yan hugged his shoulders, "Not long ago they said that auspicious snow heralds a good year."

Such a heavy snow, let's see how they can boast.

This was the first time that Luo Xi used his identity as the heir of the Luo family to express his position. It listed relevant data in detail, including the estimated number of households with damaged roofs and the estimated number of people affected by the disaster. The memorial was quickly sent to the palace.

The emperor looked at the urgent memorial that was stamped, and glanced at the contents, his eyes dim.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the servant next to him, "Why didn't Qin Tianjian report to me?"

The snow in the palace was cleaned every day, even if the snow kept falling, the emperor didn't know how thick the snow had accumulated outside. situation, but how could it be his fault?

He has raised so many ministers, and the data he has collected is even more detailed than that of every son of aristocratic family, even the information is not as complete as him.

Anyway, it's Kyoto, if the people don't even have a place to live, it's not like the emperor's rule is not enough for Haiyan and Heqing.

The servant lowered his head in fear, "Last time, Master Zhengqin, the supervisor of the Qintian Supervisor, said that he had something important to report to His Majesty..."

The servant did not dare to say the rest.The emperor was in a bad mood that day and asked Mr. Qin to go down. Mr. Qin begged repeatedly, but the emperor threw him into the prison for self-reflection.

This introspection lasted for ten days, if it wasn't for Luo Xi's letter, the emperor would have forgotten Lord Qin in Tianlao.

The emperor had a gloomy face, "Let Qin He get out, and work with the Ministry of Household Industry to deal with the snow disaster in Kyoto."

The servant quickly responded, and the emperor suddenly said, "Go and ask Luo Chang to come over."

Luo Chang happened to be on duty today, and he hurried back after receiving a message from the servant.

The emperor first cared for Luo Chang very kindly, and then asked about the situation of the Luo family, and said, "I heard from Luo Shangshu that you want your cousin to take over the affairs of the family."

Luo Chang said sincerely, "Although my cousin is young, but he is decent and reasonable, and he also understands the situation of the aristocratic family in Kyoto. He is indeed the best candidate."

The emperor sighed, "No distinction between senior and young is the source of chaos in the family."

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he had kept the eldest prince in the palace to study.

Luo Chang still remembered it, but he just smiled, "Establishing a virtuous and legitimate son, the minister lived in the frontier for a long time, and in the past he was not able to be filial to his parents. All thanks to his cousin, who is also the eldest son of the second wife, so there is nothing wrong with his status."

"Then what do you think of this memorial?" The emperor made a show, and the servant quickly handed the memorial to Luo Chang.

Luo Chang picked it up carefully, flipped through a few pages, and said, "What my brother said is true, now the rain and snow are getting heavier, I hope His Majesty will make preparations early."

The emperor's face became a little colder, he said a few words to Luo Chang, and told him to go down.

After leaving the palace, Luo Chang turned his head and frowned slightly.

Luo Chang thought to himself, I don't know if it's his illusion, it seems that the emperor is a little bit malicious towards Azhi, and also somewhat dissatisfied with him, probably because Azhi's reputation is really good.

Luo Xi's note is still very useful, at least it has enough weight, the court is finally willing to pay attention to this matter, and those who were afraid to speak up have the courage to report the disaster situation little by little.

The emperor's face is not very good-looking, natural disasters and man-made disasters, it is not the emperor's face that hit him, otherwise how could God send down punishment.

Luo Xi is still thinking about it, "The winter clothes have been released, and the wages have been paid. Maybe they can survive."

Yang Yan yawned, a little dissatisfied, "The emperor finally made an order."

It's still porridge.

"Let's go and have a look," Luo Xi tugged at the corner of his clothes, and Yang Yan sat beside him, just pressing down on his clothes.

"Let's go." Yang Yan regained his spirit.

Frankly speaking, Luo Xi has always felt that it is a bit stupid to wait in line for a bowl of porridge in winter. People are shivering in the ice and snow, and the porridge will probably be cold when the wind blows.

Yue Qingling was in charge of this matter, but asked someone to build a grass shed and serve porridge inside.

The porridge was thick enough to hold chopsticks upright, Yue Qingling casually sprinkled a handful of ashes on it, and the gangsters who were planning to eat a bowl of porridge instantly dispersed a lot.

The common people don't mind. There is only so much rice in the house. It is good to have a bowl of porridge. What is a little dust?

The man next to Yue Qingling was Lu Xia. He was helping everyone with gruel. Seeing so many people wearing torn clothes with numb faces, he felt a little choked up.

Whether it's acting or being serious, the people around are a little moved, especially after knowing that Lu Xia is the eldest prince, few people still remember Luo Xi's busy days ago.

Luo Xi and Yang Yan watched for a long time.

Yue Qingling and Lu Xia finally found them and rushed over to say hello.

"Fortunately, Ah Zhi distributed the winter clothes long ago, and also prepared a group of people to repair the house," Yue Qingling said with great emotion.

Lu Xia looked at Yang Yan enthusiastically. Yang Yan and Luo Xi had been together all the time. This was something that everyone in the capital knew.

Luo Xi frowned slightly, and still helped the two introduce each other, but didn't say a word of extra words.

Yang Yan smiled playfully, "Does the eldest prince know that I only quarreled with the Marquis of Guannei once?"

Lu Xia was serious about being a corporal, "The relationship between father and son is the nature of human relations. I think Young Master Yang and Guan Neihou will reconcile sooner or later."

Yang Yan looked at him in surprise, "Is that what the First Prince told His Majesty?"

Lu Xia's face froze.

"It's getting late, let's go back first." Luo Xi looked at Yue Qingling apologetically.

Yue Qingling nodded helplessly, "Go slowly, we are still busy here, so we won't see you off."

When the two walked away, Yue Qingling sighed, "Yang Yan is not very talkative, and the military power of the Yang family is controlled by the Marquis of Guannei alone, so he won't bet casually, even if Yang Yan expresses his opinion, it's useless."

Lu Xia was a little sad, "I'm impatient."

Cheng Chunbo watched Luo Xi and Yue Qingling talk from a distance, and then watched him and Yang Yan leave hand in hand.

He who was going to visit Yue Qingling suddenly didn't want to go there. He was worried that someone would embarrass him, but now he thinks that Yue Qingling is probably crazy.

Luo Xi was originally responsible for disaster relief, but now Yue Qingling directly picked peaches for the eldest prince Lu Xia, thinking about pulling Luo Xi onto his boat so that the boat would not capsize.

Cheng Chunbo sighed, "Go back directly."

The bookboy next to him comforted Cheng Chunbo a few words, "My lord, it seems that they have found out what happened three years ago."

"Let's go." Cheng Chunbo suddenly recovered.

Three years ago, the emperor also sent someone to attack Luo Xi's horse farm, so he wanted to see who this person was.

Except for a few passers-by in a hurry, there were not many people on the street, and many shops were closed.

Luo Xi and Yang Yan held hands and walked slowly down the street.

Yang Yan looked seriously at the end of the street, "I suddenly remembered when you returned to Kyoto."

At that time, they were all cautious, lest they take a wrong step.

Luo Xi listened carefully to him.

Yang Yan was suddenly moved, "I want to plant sweet-scented osmanthus trees all over the capital in the future."

"I don't have that much thought," Luo Xi buttoned up the cloak for him, "I just hope that when we are old, I can still joke that Mr. Yang's demeanor has not diminished, and he is still the same as before."

Yang Yan glanced at Luo Xi, "When the time comes, you and I will be bad old men, and you still boast?"

Luo Xi smiled, but didn't reply.

The most amazing appearance of this person is all in his memory.

It was dusk when Yang Yan and Luo Xi dawdled back to Luo's house.

Luo Xi first asked someone to bring medicine to Yang Yan, but Yang Yan had no choice but to drink it anyway.

Luo Xi made people serve dim sum and sweet dates again, the corner of Yang Yan's mouth twitched, "Are you coaxing the child?"

Luo Xi took a sweet date and fed it, Yang Yan and Luo Xi looked at each other for a few seconds, Luo Xi insisted, Yang Yan finally retreated and ate the sweet date.

"It's too sweet." Yang Yan gritted his teeth.

It's all sweet in my heart.

Even though he was at Luo's house, Yang Yan was not idle. News about Yang Binghua from the Yang family came one after another.

Yang Binghua searched and checked, and finally found the Shi family, and began to put pressure on the Shi family, forcing them to tell the Shi family's ancestral grave.

It was rare for Mr. Shi to be hard-nosed. No matter how out of touch he was, he couldn't allow Yang Binghua to dig up the Shi family's ancestral grave, and he couldn't even move the grave. Isn't this slapping the Shi family in the face?

Yang Yan was very happy to watch the play. In his words, it was two dogs biting dogs, and a fight.

Yang Binghua stared at the members of the Shi family every day in the court hall, impeached every day, and the charges were not serious. Mr. Shi's face was distorted for a long time, and he wanted someone to come to Yang Yan, but he couldn't find him, so he could only continue to fight with Yang Binghua. .

In the Yang family, Aunt Yu dropped another set of porcelain, "How can the master do this!"

The maid next to him carefully persuaded her.

Aunt Yu's anger remained undiminished. When Madam Shi was alive, they were not allowed to appear in front of Madam Shi. They were not even eligible to meet the mistress, and even their children were not eligible to enter the genealogy.

Now that Mrs. Shi is finally dead, Aunt Yu has been running the business for several years, and finally wins over Yang Binghua, and has a chance to right him.As a result, if Mrs. Shi's son said anything, she had to bow her head. Yang Binghua went to Shi's house every day, or stayed in the study, and never mentioned the wedding again.

She figured it out, even though Yang Binghua couldn't get used to Yang Yan now, but Yang Binghua didn't care how Yang Yan ignored his elders and didn't make friends with his younger siblings.

The housekeeper smiled honestly, as if he didn't see the resentment in Aunt Yu's eyes at all, "Young Master said, if Auntie wants to use these porcelains to spread fire, the warehouse will not replenish them."

Aunt Yu shuddered.

The housekeeper looked simple and honest, but in fact it was left by Mrs. Shi. According to him, the Yang family only had one son, and the concubines behind him were not counted as people.

Aunt Yu helped her hair bun, and finally remembered the business, "Now I should also take care of the affairs of the mansion, and this is..."

The butler smiled, but his words were not very friendly, "Young Master said, all housework will be taken care of by Nanny Yun. If Auntie is not convinced, you might as well go to the master."

No matter how noisy the Yang family was, the decree of granting the imperial order finally came down, Aunt Yu breathed a sigh of relief, she can now call herself Madam in an open and honest manner.

But when she learned that Yang Binghua didn't even prepare a banquet, and only planned to have a casual meal with the family, she gave up announcing the news, and her face twisted again.

The post from the Yang family was sent to Luo Xi again, because Mrs. Yu has now become the imperial edict, and she can also be regarded as Yang Yan's stepmother, so Yang Yan can't show up anyway.

Yang Yan threw away the post directly, and said coldly to the visitor, "Let's just say that I'm sick, I can't get up in bed, and I'm recuperating at Luo Xi's."

The visitor agreed, and told Yang Binghua when he went back, but Yang Binghua waved his hand and didn't care.

On the other hand, Mrs. Yu, it is rare to dress up meticulously, waiting to see Yang Yan, the son-in-law, kowtow to herself, but the righteous master is not even willing to come back, and does not give her face at all.

Luo Xi looked at Yang Yan, frowned slightly, "Don't curse yourself."

Yang Yan lay down on the bed, "I'm right, I'm really sick, and I'm about to die."

"What's wrong?" Luo Xi raised her eyebrows, "I do know some tricks of Qi Huang, why don't I write a prescription for Mr. Yang, and see how much Coptis chinensis needs to be added in it."

Yang Yan looked at Luo Xi, "This disease is called lovesickness, and only Mr. Luo can cure it."