Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

"Stop farting..." Lei Wei interrupted Qi Lu unceremoniously, "Can't the prince and princess see things that you pig brain can understand?"

"You're a pig's brain, your whole family is a pig's brain..."

Seeing that the two were hooking up again, Jiang Xian shook his head in shock and smiled at Qian Zuisheng.

Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng sat down, and Shangguan Tao laughed with him: "My lord and concubine, the rudimentary state of Shouye City makes everyone laugh."

"Your Majesty Shangguan, you are welcome. Speaking of which, you are still the matchmaker between the king and the princess!" Jiang Xian patted the back of Qian Zuisheng's hand in shock and smirked.

Qian Zuisheng disagreed.

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it." Shangguan Tao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his expression immediately relaxed a lot.

"What did you do?" Jiang Xianjing followed the movement of drinking tea and pointed to Shangguan Tao's face.

Shangguan Tao grinned in embarrassment: "My lord, this year's drought is too severe, and the anxiety in Xiaguan's heart makes him unable to sleep at night, so naturally it will be relieved."

"How is the disaster?" Jiang Xian put down the teacup in shock.

Shangguan Tao fell to his knees with a "plop": "My lord, save me to guard the [-] people in Ye City!"

Jiang Xian sat up from the chair suddenly: "Why are there only [-] people?"

Jiang Xianjing remembered very clearly that when he passed by Shouye City, Shangguan Tao introduced to him that there were nearly [-] people in Shouye City.

It is the most populous city in Jiangling Kingdom, how come in a blink of an eye?

Shangguan Tao knocked his head loudly: "Fleeing famine, fleeing famine, starving to death..."

There are only two simple vegetarian dishes for dinner.

Qi Lu took a rare look and didn't say a word during the banquet.

Jiang Xianjing was so worried that he ate very little.

Half of the population of the adjacent Night Watch City starved to death, and Huaigu City, which was the worst hit, would starve to death everywhere?

Jiang Xianjing was lying on the bed with his clothes on, Qian Zuisheng unbuttoned his coat for him, Jiang Xianjing spread his hands: "Zuisheng..."

"Ok?"

"Shangguan Tao said that he didn't see the disaster relief funds allocated by the imperial court. Do you believe it?"

Qian Zuisheng shook his head: "It's hard to say, but one thing is certain, Lord Shangguan is not telling the truth."

"Okay, can you see that?"

Jiang Xian pulled the quilt in shock and the two lay down, Qianzui said: "It smells so good..."

Jiang Xian rubbed Qian Zuisheng's soft hair in amazement and affection: "I know you like to be clean, but there is a lack of water here, so you just make do with it. When you find the water source, I will bathe with you every day."

"Um……"

Qian Zui's voice was unusually gentle, and she rubbed her cheek against Jiang Xianjing's chest.

Jiang Xian's chest vibrated in shock.

Suddenly, there was a series of loud cooing sounds in the air.

They hurried on their way, half a month had passed since they left the last station, and the only food on the way was water and dry food.

I haven't seen any meat for more than ten days, and the sound of thousand drunks has no meat, so naturally I haven't eaten enough.

Jiang Xian held up Qian Zuisheng's cheeks in shock: "I've made you feel wronged, I'll ask Wei Su to find some snacks for you."

Qian Zuisheng grabbed Jiang Xianjing's hand: "Don't go, I'm not hungry, it's just... the smell of broth makes me feel hungry..."

Before Qian Zuisheng finished speaking, the two of them froze together.

Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng didn't alarm anyone, and quickly found the kitchen following the aroma of the broth.

The room is filled with heat, and the white and fragrant soup is rolling up and down.

A fat boy about 6 years old was drinking heartily from a soup bowl.

Jiang Xian's hand knocking on the door was grabbed by Qian Zuisheng.

Jiang Xian looked back in shock.

Shangguan Tao stood alone in the corner, his hands slumped on his sides, like a dry tombstone.

Jiang Xianjing walked back with Qian Zuisheng on his back.

Who would have thought that Prince Du of the Qianyu Kingdom would not even have the ability to find broth for his wife.

How could Qian Zuisheng not know what Jiang Xianjing was thinking.

He brushed Jiang Xianjing's forehead with his fingertips: "This place lacks water, and the meat is not very clean. My body will collapse when the wind blows. If I eat it, it will make you worry again. When the refugees are settled, You are treating me to something delicious."

Jiang Xian bowed his head and kissed the back of Qian Zuisheng's hand, feeling a sudden burst of sadness in his heart.

"This Shangguan Tao is really hateful." Jiang Xian was shocked and indignant.

Qian Zuisheng comforted softly: "Poor parents all over the world, don't think too much about it, I'm really fine. Compared with the disaster-stricken people who can't eat enough, it doesn't matter that I haven't seen meat for a few days."

Jiang Xianjing walked forward without saying a word.

After a while, the pace suddenly accelerated.

"Where to go?"

"I bought it on the street, but I don't believe it. I lost all my money, and I can't find a bowl of broth for my daughter-in-law."

Jiang Xianjing ran faster and faster, the cold wind passed by his ears, but it was not cold.

Sure enough, there were lights in several shops on the street.

Jiang Xianjing took Qian Zuisheng's hand and asked each family, and finally asked a family with broth, but it was closed.

Jiang Xian took out a handful of gold beads and put them in the shopkeeper's hand.

The shopkeeper looked the two of them up and down, and looked a little embarrassed: "Guest officer, to be honest, the shop is out of ingredients today."

"Where are the ingredients? Go ahead and buy them, I'm not short of money."

The shopkeeper was a little hesitant. At this moment, a ragged woman walked in with her infant child in her arms.

The woman's face was blue and gray, and she looked lifeless and frightening.

After coming in, he didn't speak, just sat down quietly at the table.

The shopkeeper didn't raise his head: "I'm sorry, we are closed today."

The woman didn't realize it, and the shopkeeper said it again.

The woman slowly opened the swaddling clothes in her hands.

The weather was so cold that the child's body was already blue with cold.

Waving his hands and feet feebly, his cry was as thin as a mosquito.

The shopkeeper immediately stepped forward with a smile on his face, and the woman followed the shopkeeper into the inner hall with a face of indifference, and walked out alone like a walking dead after a while.

Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng felt strange, so the shopkeeper came out with a smile and poured tea: "The two guest officers are very lucky, may I ask if you want it steamed or braised?"

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Jiang Xian was startled and broke several cups one after another.

Shangguan Tao knelt down straight on the ground, with a look of death.

Qian Zuisheng lowered his head, feeding rice cereal to the baby in his arms.

"Are you dumb now? Tell me!"

Jiang Xian dropped another cup in shock, and the broken porcelain cut a long gash on Shangguan Tao's face.

"My lord, I didn't want to hide it from you. As you can see, there are almost no living people in Shouye City today!"

Shangguan Tao cried bitterly: "Didn't you ask me why there are no refugees in Shouye City? How can there be refugees who dare to come? My lord, what can I do? I can't just watch the people starve to death, my lord..."

"You... full of nonsense..."

Jiang Xian was so shocked that his hands couldn't stop shaking.

He turned around and pulled out his sword: "It's a bunch of nonsense, our country is rich and strong, and it is more than enough to feed the tens of thousands of disaster victims in the city of Ye, you are defending it. Why?"

In the original text, Jiang Jimin came for this trip, and the author did not describe it in detail.

Jiang Xianjing never imagined that it would be such a tragic scene of selling children for food.

Qian Zuisheng handed the child to Wei Su, grabbed Jiang Xianjing's sleeve, and coaxed him in a low voice, "Xianjing, calm down."