Make the hero cool

Fushun raised his head secretly, he saw Liu Fengyou walking towards the light, he was a little surprised for a moment: This majesty seems to be different from the rumors.

Liu Fengyou followed Fushun through the overlapping vermilion walls and green willows, and came to a cluster of dilapidated streets and alleys.

As soon as I entered these streets and alleys, the sky above my head was gray and foggy everywhere, and even the air was filled with a lingering musty smell.

The upturned old stone slabs were filled with dirty water, and people in tattered clothes and sore legs were lying in disorder on the street. They dragged their sick and emaciated bodies, and their eyes were filled with the breath of death.

Many of them saw the well-dressed Liu Fengyou, but most of them didn't react at all, and were still numbly doing their work, only a few of them whispered to their companions.

Liu Fengyou had never seen such a scene before, apart from being shocked, his heart was filled with pity and grief.

He pursed his lips slightly, and asked in a low voice, "How many places like this are there?"

Seeing his frowning, Fushun said bravely, "The whole country, except Sifang near the imperial city, is mostly like this."

Liu Fengyou felt extremely heartbroken, he had never felt the word "hungry everywhere" so scary when he was reading the original novel.

He looked at the absurd but real scene in front of him, and for the first time, his thought was not how to survive here, but how to let the people here survive.

"Fushun, how much money did you bring with you this time?"

Although it was the first time for Fushun to go out of the palace with the current emperor, he also knew that it is necessary to pack a lot of money when going out. When he touched his bosom, he took out a full 500 taels of silver.

Liu Fengyou had no concept of money in ancient times, but he also knew that 500 taels was not a small amount. He looked around and sighed softly: "Go and distribute this money to these people."

Fushun knew that he had good intentions, but he didn't follow through. He glanced at Liu Fengyou in embarrassment, and whispered: "Your Majesty, these people don't want money."

Looking at the devastation, Liu Fengyou suddenly realized: "Then you go to the street and use the money to buy some food to share with them."

Fushun nodded, turned around to leave, but was blocked by several villains.

These villains looked powerful, with terrifying faces, and each of them held a rusty big knife in their hands. They looked like robbers.

Liu Fengyou didn't expect that the people here couldn't even eat and were in the mood to rob. He estimated the opponent's force value, then looked at the underage Fushun and the pampered himself, and instantly despaired.

It would be too embarrassing if he died at the hands of this group of young people.

He even started to complain why Yuan Chen didn't learn some martial arts by himself, it stands to reason that the emperor should have both civil and military skills!

Fushun looked at the vicious gangsters in front of him, and felt apprehensive, but he had been educated in loyalty and patriotism since he was a child, and he couldn't let them hurt the emperor behind him just because of fear.

So Fushun opened his arms and shouted: "Bold maniac, do you know who my young master is?"

The leader of the gangsters had a scar across his face. He snorted coldly, took a step forward, and said in a strong voice, "I don't care who your son is. Today he is in my grandpa Zhang's territory. Don't even try to please him!" .”

Liu Fengyou saw that this person spoke vulgarly, he seemed to be uneducated, and thinking of all the things just now, he decided in his heart that they wanted to rob money.

"Brother, if you have something to say," he said firmly in his heart, pulling Fushun who was trembling slightly, "This year's situation is not good, and I still have 200 taels of silver here, if I don't mind, please take it."

Scarface surnamed Zhang smiled twice, showing yellow teeth: "I see that you are dressed richly, and you must have studied. People who have studied are different. If you met someone else today, 200 It’s okay to buy a life for two silver coins, but you met me today, so this method won’t work.”

Seeing that this person was so awkward, Liu Fengyou also became nervous. In this troubled world, the useless person really is a scholar.

At this moment, a younger brother behind Scarface couldn't wait any longer, he stepped forward grudgingly, and persuaded him, "Brother, 200 taels is a lot, we won't even have 200 taels if we kill him!"

The scarred face obviously had never seen such an ungodly little brother, he spit on the man's face and scolded: "Look at him dressed so beautifully, he pays 200 taels for the first time, there must be a Potian at home!" Now we have captured him and asked his family for money, not to mention 200 taels, even 2000 taels!"

The younger brother was persuaded by the scar face, and he praised his elder brother with a smile.

Liu Fengyou heard this man speak clearly and logically, and couldn't help giving him a thumbs up in his heart.

But this person never thought that even though he was very wealthy, his family members wished that he would die young. If they really knew that he was kidnapped, they would not be happy to immediately support Xuan Jin to ascend the throne?

Scarface was still immersed in 2000 million fantasies: "Young master, please tell me, which high-ranking official's son are you?"

Liu Fengyou rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking: My father is a dead emperor.

But he couldn't say that. One thing, people might not believe what he said, and two, even if Scarface believed him, it would be even more difficult to please.

So he thought over and over again, and said with a smile, "I'm from the Prime Minister's Mansion."

After all, Xiangfu is also a father.

Scarface probably had heard of Xuan Jin's name, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and reconfirmed: "But Master Xuan Jin?"

This time Liu Fengyou rolled his eyes firmly, and said impatiently: "Who else could it be if it wasn't him? Is there a second prime minister in Daye Dynasty?"

Seeing Liu Fengyou's arrogance and lack of awareness of being a hostage at all, Scarface couldn't help saying angrily: "Even if you are the son of the prime minister's mansion? Even if you are the emperor, I will kill you if I say so!"

Liu Fengyou, as the fish under the knife, naturally did not dare to continue to talk back, lest he would really be chopped up by this person.

At this time, the younger brother said meanly again: "So the rumor that the Prime Minister is good at Nanfeng is true."

Liu Fengyou heard it clearly from the side, he weakly opened his mouth to defend: "I'm not that kind of son..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind him. He subconsciously arched his body to protect his head, but the next second he was protected by someone in his arms.

He listened to the man's strong heartbeat and was tightly bound by the man, but he didn't realize what happened for a while.

Then he heard the scream of the scarred face and the sound of fists hitting the flesh.

He struggled to get his head out of the man's arms, and when he looked up, he saw Xuan Jin's strong jaw.

For some reason, he suddenly raised his head with a smile, and stuck out his tongue towards the scarred face that was knocked to the ground: "Look, my father is here to save me!"