Your Majesty, You Can't

He Lanzhi asked Su Nuo to take the little emperor to the wing to rest instead, while he hurried to the front yard and took all the work of the subordinate official onto himself.

The courtier saw how his superior He Lanzhi was busy going in and out, and couldn't help but be concerned: "My lord, the matter of appeasing the victims can be ordered to come. I see that you have been working hard receiving guests these days. Why don't you take a break first?"

"It's okay," He Lanzhi waved his hand, "There will be a large number of refugees at the foot of the imperial city. If I don't help myself, this prime minister will be in vain."

As soon as He Lanzhi finished speaking, he immediately ordered the servants in the mansion to find as many tableware as possible for the refugees, and then asked the chefs in the mansion to cook vegetables and porridge, and they must ask for enough.

After everything was ready, He Lanzhi called for people to open the vermilion gates of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The moment the door was opened, refugees crowded in at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion frantically poured in from all directions like a flood.

He Lanzhi looked at the ragged refugees scrambling for the prepared dishes and porridge. Some of them were so skinny that their ribs were exposed in their ragged clothes.

"Eat quickly, eat quickly!" A father in the corner urged his bony son to drink porridge quickly with red eyes, "Your sister is starving to death, son, you must eat enough."

The child gulped down the porridge, and had no time to answer, so he could only nod in response to his father.

"Good boy..." The father trembled his lips and reached out to rub his son's messy hair.

On the outstretched arm of the father, a piece of flesh and blood had been dug out alive, the scars on it had scabbed over, and the white bones were exposed to the air, making He Lanzhiguang feel pain in the flesh just looking at it.

"Daddy, you eat too." The child wiped his mouth carelessly with his hand, "Daddy dug out some meat for me to eat. Daddy is the one who should be full."

"Daddy is not hungry... Daddy is not hungry." The father kept repeating, clutching his convulsive and aching stomach, "Daddy is not hungry, you eat, you eat."

"Woooooo-"

While a large number of refugees buried their heads in eating, the crowd let out whimpers with different ups and downs.He Lanzhi heard the sound and saw that it was the cries of the people who had been hungry for a long time after tasting the food.They stuffed as much food into their mouths as they could, wiping the tears from their faces with sobs.

Crystal tears ran across those dusty faces, condensed into black tears, and slowly dripped down on the valuable floor of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Looking at the refugees in front of him, He Lanzhi was so sad that even his eyes turned red.

He stepped forward to appease the wolf-hungry refugees, "Eat slowly, eat slowly. Enough, just enough."

Everyone swallowed without thinking about talking, but no one responded to He Lanzhi.

Even so, he still said over and over again tirelessly, "Eat slowly, eat slowly..."

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

He Lanzhi used his sleeves to cover his embarrassment that couldn't help crying.After witnessing the plight of these common people crying with hunger and thirst, he already wished he could drag the former prime minister out and flog his corpse to appease the anger in his heart.

The original prime minister's policy of excessive taxes and extortion caused countless innocent people to leave their hometowns and watch their relatives die of starvation. I don't know how many families were torn apart because of this.

He Lanzhi secretly vowed in his heart that as long as he is in power, this country will not be allowed to have such a situation again!

Prime Minister Helan, who cares about the common people, is for sure!