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Lin Yao seldom stepped into the queen's palace before. Although Gao Zu said that he would see the queen every other month anyway, but he used to be willful and reckless, and it was common for him to stop the court. , let alone go to see the Queen.

Even if the queen is really dignified and beautiful, he is powerless.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?" A woman in the palace who was sitting on the rug and sewing something came out to greet her. Although she didn't have a full head of jewels and emerald phoenix hairpins, she was only [-] years old, beautiful enough, and more dignified. Beautiful, meeting each other suddenly, the brows and eyes are full of joy and affection.

Although she was pleasantly surprised, she was tugged at by the maid behind her, and hurriedly saluted and greeted her: "Your Majesty, it's so sudden that the concubine has no time to dress up to greet her."

"Don't be restrained," Lin Yao lifted the hem of his robe and sat down on the floppy bed. He picked up the things the queen sewed just now and glanced at them. "Is this a summer dress being sewn? You are only twenty-eight. But you don’t have to wear black to hold down your age.”

"This is for Your Majesty," the Queen lowered her head and bit her lips, her almond eyes filled with concern, "Is Your Majesty okay?"

The queen is the youngest daughter of the Qi family, and the Qi family has a great career. The three sons joined the army one after another, and each of them can be regarded as a general. The head of the Qi family is an old minister of the former emperor. Concubine women are praised by everyone, and those who are under the marriageable age and come to talk about marriage almost have to break through the threshold.

He is an emperor who is said to be incompetent and incompetent. He has an empty skin but looks like a hungry ghost, but he just met him in the imperial garden. His little queen insisted on marrying him and became a queen regardless of the rumors outside.

The big ship of the Qi family tied him, the emperor, but he treated her badly, scorned, humiliated, and scolded her. Although he didn't beat anyone, he hugged other women in front of the little queen, and forced her With her face on the ground, it's no wonder that the Qi family would throw themselves into Wen Zhuangyan's boat.

He, the emperor, is gone, but Wen Zhuangyan won't do anything to the little queen, a woman can't decide too many things, no matter how much the Qi family loves the young girl, they won't want to risk everyone's life.

"Fortunately," Lin Yao looked at the eunuchs and guards who followed, "You all step back first, I want to say a few words to the queen."

He spoke lightly, but the guards next to him did not move at all. Only the eunuch bowed his head and respectfully said: "Your Majesty, this servant has to wait to ensure your Majesty's safety, please forgive me."

This is rejection.

Lin Yao clenched his hands under the sleeve robe, but didn't say anything more. On the contrary, the little queen saw his current situation, and her eyes hurt even more. She didn't whisper to Lin Yao to the eunuch next to her: " Father-in-law, please rest assured that your Majesty is here in this palace, there will be no damage to the dragon's body, if Mr. Wen asks, just say that this palace said it."

After all, she is the Queen of the Central Palace, and now the Qi family is still a minister, and cannot be offended.

The eunuch could only bow his head and say, "Yes, empress."

The eunuchs, maids and guards retreated one after another. Lin Yao didn't say anything when he saw the little queen who was still imposing just now knelt in front of him, raised her head and said: "The concubine is guilty, please be punished by your majesty. "

"What's your fault?" Lin Yao asked.

The power in the court is clear, and the Qi family is attached to Wen Zhuangyan. It is really not the little queen's fault. All this can only be blamed on him, but no one wants to die if people can live.

If he had followed his previous personality, knowing that the Qi family was dependent, he would definitely be furious at the little queen, but after waking up from a dream, at this time there is really no need to push away the last support.

"The concubine's father turned to the traitor and imprisoned His Majesty. His majesty is in trouble, but the concubine is alone. It is really wrong," the little queen's eyes were weeping, and there was a heroic spirit in her brows. As another man, he would definitely not have the heart to hold her in his arms, let alone he is her husband.

"The queen said carefully, why are there traitors?" Lin Yao leaned down and grabbed her wrist to help her up, "Get up, the ground is very cold, kneeling for a long time is not good for your health."

It was the first time for the little queen to hear him speak like this, and she stood up with that strength, and then fell down and sat in Lin Yao's arms, her face flushed.

Her soft catkins supported Lin Yao's shoulders, and her husband's perfect face was right in front of her eyes. Although he was not as handsome and handsome as the man on the battlefield, his imperial aura and cold eyes were still the hero of reincarnation in the girl's dream: "Your Majesty ..."

This sound was soft and soft, with countless shyness, but before Lin Yao had time to push her away, he heard the sound of the palace door, and a tall and handsome figure appeared at the door. Seeing the situation of the palace gate, he seemed very interested He raised his eyebrows and said: "It seems that the minister has been reckless. Your Majesty, there is an important matter that needs to be dealt with by you in the previous court. Can you make time for it?"

Lin Yao has never dealt with any important matters since the first day when he delegated power, but although Wen Zhuangyan smiled at the corners of his lips, the cold light in his eyes was frightening. More good luck less.

"I still have urgent matters, I will come to see you another day," Lin Yao got up and helped the queen to stand still, there was a cold glow behind his back, but he let go of the little queen's hand and turned to leave as if he hadn't heard of it.

Walking all the way, Lin Yao walked forward by himself, and Wen Zhuangyan beside him didn't speak, and even took a step back as if he was maintaining his duty as a courtier.

But when they arrived at the Qianyuan Hall, the two of them were about to step in, but the door behind them was suddenly closed from the outside. Before Lin Yao could be astonished by the sudden darkness, the touch on his waist made his whole body cool down, and he bit his ear tip The touch made him desperately grab the hand around his waist, feeling flustered in his heart.

"Let go of me, let go... ah..."

The earlobe was bitten without hesitation, causing the beautiful little emperor to exclaim, his cold eyes full of panic, but Wen Zhuangyan hugged him even tighter, wishing to rub him into his arms.

The scene in Fengyi Hall just now flashed in front of his eyes. The beautiful and dignified woman was sitting in his arms with affection, looking at each other, they looked like a pair of golden boy and jade girl.

golden boy?The person in his arms was made of jade, and he was even more beautiful than the queen whom Junjie admired. If such a man is with a woman, can they make each other fully bloom?

He is unbelievably beautiful only when he is with a man and lying in a man's arms.

The slender fingers held the smooth chin before and turned around directly, the eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, and when the petal-like lips were caught in the little emperor's terrified eyes, the taste was really wonderful.

The lips and tongue invaded unceremoniously, and the force of the fingers on the beautiful chin made his mouth unable to close. There was no way to bite him, and there was no way to restrain the drooping saliva.

The sound of sticky water accompanied by uncontrollable sobs resounded throughout the hall, until it touched the upper jaw, the person in his arms trembled and couldn't stop crying, Wen Zhuangyan raised his head, rubbed the moistened With her extraordinarily beautiful lips, she let go of him, and hugged him horizontally without waiting for him to run away.

The person in his arms is a bit too slender, but it is soft and comfortable to hold. It is different from a woman. Such a body will not be mistaken for a woman. The beautiful little emperor has his own taste.

Lin Yao was thrown on the bed, and he backed up almost subconsciously. The flames and imminence in Wen Zhuangyan's eyes made him feel terrified, but when he wanted to move in, the big hand grabbed his ankle tightly. After being taken off, the struggling legs were not as strong as the man's arms. No matter how hard he struggled, he could only be pulled closer.

The beautiful little emperor struggled endlessly, probably because of the desire to conquer in the man's bones, Wen Zhuangyan pulled him over a little slowly, and felt relieved seeing his powerlessness.

No matter how much he has a past with that prostitute of the Qi family, he is now under his control, no matter how much he struggles, no matter how unwilling he is, this beautiful body can only lie under him.

As the people drew closer, Wen Zhuangyan lowered his head and bit his beautiful lips without hesitation. He kept moving his hands, and although the people under him struggled endlessly, he resolved them one by one.

The incompetent little emperor has no other abilities other than drinking and having fun, so incompetent and so beautiful, he is destined to be so powerless.

Those lips were extremely soft, and there was no scent there. Wen Zhuangyan disdained to be indulging in flesh and lust, but he loved that place. The stars are unbelievably beautiful.

Lips and tongue slid down the neck, the skin was as delicate as jade, and the neckline was only slightly open, as if you could see the whole beauty. This was just the beginning, and Wen Zhuangyan began to look forward to all the feasts to come.

One beautiful mark after another was planted on the white neck, almost transparent, but he found that the struggle under his body was gradually stopping.

Is this accepted?The arrogance in the little emperor's bones seemed to be less than he thought, but when he raised his head to meet those eyes at Chuchu, he was startled for a moment.

He has seen those beautiful pupils panicked and angry, the coldness and composure in them, and the sadness and annoyance when the slender eyelashes droop slightly, but he has never seen the stagnant pool at this time.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she didn't have any expectations: "Please, don't do this to me, Wen Zhuangyan, please..."

He called him General Wen, Lord Wen, traitor and traitor, and Prince Regent, but it seemed that this was the first time he called his name, in such a low voice, in such a helpless voice, as if he only needed to put it on again. A single straw can crush him whole.

The flames burning all over his body just now dissipated with the stagnation in his chest. Wen Zhuangyan knew that he should not stop at this time. He didn't need to worry about the little emperor's mood or his resistance, because the person was in his palm. Of course he can do whatever he wants.

But...can't continue.

Putting his hands on the bed and letting go of his flexible waist, Wen Zhuangyan sat up, straightened his somewhat messy clothes, and when he stood up and was about to leave, he turned his back and said, "I'll let you go this time, it's a disappointment! But don’t think you can escape every time.”

His steps were in a hurry that he didn't even notice. When the palace door was closed and only one person was left, Lin Yao stroked his lips, and his eyes, which were like stagnant water, turned slightly, and radiated light again.

The slightly painful lips that were bitten hooked slightly, and a smile appeared.

Men are most afraid of being emotional. Once emotional, reason and emotion will intertwine. Once reason is suppressed, emotion will prevail and the situation like today will appear.

Wen Zhuangyan is a very rational man, but he has the desire to conquer and control at the same time. An emperor who would rather bend than bend under his nose begs him like stagnant water, and the desire to protect in his bones will reach its peak in an instant.

Visibly surrendering the mind would be more satisfying for that man than possessing the body.

The country is about to be lost, and he still cares about the dignity of the body and mind. The past has been the past since he first woke up from the dream. He may like to regret it in the past, but now he can only look forward. Find a way out.

Let him have power in the court, let him be majestic, how many emperors in the past and present cannot escape a word of love, and Wen Zhuangyan is no exception.

Maybe he will feel annoyed when he goes back, use his rationality to suppress this abnormal phenomenon, and cleverly prevent himself from coming to see him, but the more he suppresses this kind of thing, the stronger the rebound will be.

He seems to have learned things like the human heart without a teacher, but for him, it's just right.

A good night's sleep, Lin Yao had a good night's sleep for the first time.

In the next few days, except for the food that did not satisfy him, everything else made him feel very comfortable.

"Lord Wen, His Majesty said he wants to read," the guard came to report.

Wen Zhuangyan moved his fingers slightly, but before he could answer, a rough and straightforward voice sounded next to him: "What book does the little emperor want to read? I'll get it for him."

The guard was startled, Wen Zhuangyan looked at the excited Zhuo Meng with slightly dark eyes, and said nothing.

The guard glanced at Wen Zhuangyan, saw that he was silent, thought he agreed, and said: "Your Majesty can just say a few words and write a biography. The boredom in the palace should be relieved."

"My place is full of military books, but..."

With a light cough, Zhuo Meng fell silent, and Wen Zhuangyan raised his head and said softly, "You go back first."

"Yes," the guard turned and left.

Wen Zhuangyan stared straight at Zhuo Meng, who was kneeling there, without turning his gaze away. He saw that the rough general looked like ants crawling all over his body. He wanted to scratch everywhere but didn't dare.

Zhuo Meng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and whispered: "My lord, what's wrong?"

Wen Zhuangyan just looked at him, and said softly when he couldn't hold on anymore: "I remember you once kept talking about the dog emperor, saying that you wanted to kill him in your dreams, to avenge the people of the world, do you still remember what you said? ?”

His voice was very soft, but it sounded like thunder, which made Zhuo Meng feel ashamed, but after a while he said: "Master, I understand what you mean, but the sky is high and the emperor is far away. At that time, the people in the village were corrupt officials." Kill him, the little emperor doesn’t even know..."

"Zhuomeng, are you..." Wen Zhuangyan's words seemed to be filled with icy shards. This look came from the thirst for blood on the battlefield, and no one dared to look directly at him. "I've fallen in love with him."

The swarthy man's cheeks were a little red. Even after receiving the forty army sticks, the scene of that day appeared again and again in his dreams. Looking at the beauties he had seen before, he felt that everyone was extremely ugly. One that catches the eye.

Zhuo Meng wanted to answer, but was blocked by Wen Zhuangyan's following words: "Very good, this vision is good, but you have to remember, he is the emperor of the Xiao Kingdom, and he will definitely die when I become the Ninth Five-Year Planner. .”

People who can confuse people with just one face like that cannot survive in the world, and even if they fall in love with them, they will die.

That sentence was a warning to Zhuo Meng, and also a warning to himself, a soft heart was enough to make people vigilant.

The travel notes, folklore, and books sent to Lin Yao were all screened one by one, but he seemed to be interested in it, as if it was really just to pass the time.

Such a prisoner seems to have escaped his control spiritually, as if he has his own life and does not need his participation.

"Your Majesty is still reading today," the guard reported, "You seem to be in a good mood."

His last sentence was almost like a mosquito humming, because he found that every time he said that the little emperor was in a good mood, the always gentle master in front of him was not in a good mood at all.

"Is that so..." Wen Zhuangyan asked calmly, "The imperial doctor told him how he is doing?"

"Your Majesty is already well," the guard bowed his head.

"Understood, step back," Wen Zhuangyan slowly got up.

The gate of Qianyuan Hall was heavily guarded, Wen Zhuangyan waved his hand to stop the guards from saluting, and looked at the quiet room.

The little emperor was dressed in normal clothes and was slender, sitting behind the desk, resting his chin in his hand, looking down at him with slightly drooping eyelashes, the earnestness between his brows and eyes was clearly visible, occasionally his eyes would light up slightly when he saw something exciting.

How happy can an ordinary book of travel notes make a person?Maybe it's because the place he lives in is too bitter, but he can feel happy with such a little bit of fun.

The eyes that were like stagnant water surfaced in front of my eyes that night. At that time, he was not so neatly dressed, and his beautiful skin could almost occupy the entire line of sight of people, but he resisted and struggled, and his whole body seemed to be touched. The bottom line Same, as if as long as he continues to do it, this life is worthless.

But the him in front of him was quiet and obedient, his slightly drooping eyelashes fluttered up and down as he read, he was still beautiful, and Wen Zhuangyan even felt that he was more beautiful like this than that night.

It seems that things that are forced can only spoil the interest. If he can sit in his arms obediently like this time, and let him be frivolous like a tamed cat, it must be better than forcing .

When he realized what he was thinking, Wen Zhuangyan's eyes darkened and he pushed open the palace door.

With a soft sound, the little emperor, who had been quiet just now, suddenly shivered his shoulders, looked towards the door as if subconsciously frightened, and subconsciously tightened his fingers when he saw someone coming.

The atmosphere just now completely dissipated, and the bloody cheeks turned pale almost instantly.

"Your Majesty seems to be very afraid of me?" Wen Zhuangyan's slightly better mood sank again.

This kind of hostility made him fully aware of the relationship between them. It is just a polite way of saying that they are in the same situation. It can be said that there is no affection between them. .

"Why should I be afraid of you?" Lin Yao said that he was not afraid, but the treatment that night came to his mind with the appearance of this person, and even though he tried to suppress it, his body was trembling slightly.

He is afraid, because if the person in front of him is really cruel, he will be powerless to struggle and can only let him be slaughtered.

"Oh, really?" Wen Zhuangyan stretched out his hand, watching the little emperor who said he was not afraid couldn't help backing away, and took a step closer to wrap his arms around his waist.

Perhaps some people really have the ability to make you want to get close to him thoroughly as soon as you get close to him, and feel that the clothes are in the way.

"Don't..." The person in his arms was pale, as if he could faint at any time.

Compared to his pale face, Wen Zhuangyan wanted to see his angry and resistant appearance more than his aggrieved appearance.

"In Your Majesty's heart, I am such a perverted and hungry ghost." Wen Zhuangyan gave up his plan to kiss Fangze, and gently let go of him, "It's just that Your Majesty is weak and always likes to fall backwards. My minister Just come and give me a hand."

He backed away to a distance that Lin Yao felt was safe, no more steps, no less steps, just right.

Lin Yao felt at ease, but also made him restless as if such a crisis was always hanging in his heart, Wen Zhuangyan went to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and he didn't speak, Lin Yao could only ask: "What is the matter of Mr. Wen coming here this time? "

"The palace is dull, and I want to take His Majesty out for a walk," Wen Zhuangyan said, looking at the little emperor's surprised expression, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

He seemed to be asking, but there was no room for discussion. Lin Yao knew what he meant, nodded and said through gritted teeth: "I have also longed for the outside of the palace for a long time, and I would like to go out with Mr. Wen to have a look."

"Longing for it for a long time?" Wen Zhuangyan smiled, "Does Your Majesty want to escape?"

Lin Yao held his breath.

Wen Zhuangyan's expression didn't change a bit: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, within this capital city, even if you want to escape, you won't be able to escape. Even if you get into a mouse hole, you will be able to find Your Majesty."

The confidence in what he said made Lin Yao pale, because Wen Zhuangyan would definitely do what he said.

"Your Majesty, change your clothes. Go outside the palace and always remember that you are no longer the emperor." Wen Zhuangyan turned around and went out to stop putting pressure on him, which made Lin Yao feel a little easier when changing clothes.

Lin Yao was dressed in a cloth, although it was soft, but it still made Lin Yao feel uncomfortable everywhere.

All his clothes in the past were made of silk and satin, and he chose the best silk for each piece, for fear that it might not be well made. A light suit makes people feel comfortable, but this kind of clothes are very heavy.

Wen Zhuangyan was waiting outside the hall, but when he saw the little emperor who came out, he was stunned again. The little emperor in dragon robe had the aura of an emperor, and he was indeed beautiful, but he never thought that such a simple commoner clothes would not depress him. His appearance, on the contrary, made the clothes feel unworthy to wear on him.

"Do you still have the habit of wearing it?" Wen Zhuangyan asked with a smile.

Lin Yao stood with him, stroked his wrist lightly and said, "Master Wen has the habit of wearing it, and I also have the habit of wearing it."

It was only when Wen Zhuangyan asked him to change his clothes that he realized that this man was neither wearing a military uniform nor a court uniform. The civilian clothes made him look like a refined scholar, but the tall figure and the gentle eyes occasionally The flashing cold light made people dare not ignore it.

"That would be great," Wen Zhuangyan pulled him into the carriage.

The carriage is light and the space is small. The walls of the carriage are not made of solid wood, but are pulled together with random fabrics. The ground inside the palace is fairly flat, but it is barely enough to sit on. But outside the palace, the ground is uneven, and the wheels are bumpy. Lin Yao tried his best to support him, but couldn't help but staggered.

The car was small, and he was already very close to Wen Zhuangyan, but accidentally bumped into his chest, as if throwing himself into his arms.

"Your Majesty, sit still," Wen Zhuangyan seemed to be completely unaffected, as stable as the ground, and even after helping Lin Yao to sit, he only lightly put it on his shoulders to make him sit extremely stable.

He was full of cool breeze and jade, as if he wasn't the one who forced him that night, Lin Yao really couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

The cries outside kept coming and going, and it was strange for Lin Yao to sit still. Seeing the old god Wen Zhuangyan was there, he opened the curtains a little and saw the market outside.

The passers-by were all wearing dull cloth clothes, and even the cloth on some people's bodies was dusty, one patch after another. Their skin was almost yellowish brown, and their hands seemed to be stained with mud. The hand of the hawker entertaining the guests to scoop up a bowl of noodles makes people feel that the noodles are very dirty.

The scene completely different from what he imagined made Lin Yao put down the car curtain again.

Wen Zhuangyan's expression remained unchanged, and he asked lightly, "Why didn't your majesty look at it?"

"It's not very interesting," Lin Yao said, and the strength on his shoulders increased by two points.

If it made him feel safe just now, it made him feel pain now.

"What do you think is more interesting, Your Majesty?" Wen Zhuangyan's voice was still gentle, but it made Lin Yao feel a little scared, and he was angry.

Lin Yao didn't answer, he continued: "Fine wine, delicious food or beauties? Your Majesty, do you know that those things you enjoy are all bought for you by those who are not very interesting."

"It's just some utensils and decorations, why use your life," Lin Yao retorted.

"You really don't know the sufferings of the people." Wen Zhuangyan looked at him for a moment and let go of him, "The meals in the palace are delicate. Your Majesty used to have dozens of dishes for each meal every day, and everything was different. These ingredients came from all corners of the country. , the freshest ones are used every day, so naturally they need to be transported by fast boats, and the horses must be rushed, just for His Majesty's meal, countless people may die of exhaustion on the road, and this is just a meal."

Following his words, Lin Yao remained silent, but suddenly heard the voices of people outside, as if he had arrived at a place with a lot of people.

Bustling and bustling, there are voices of wailing, guards queuing up, and countless voices of thanks.

"Your Majesty doesn't think so, do you think I'm bullying you?" Wen Zhuangyan leaned over, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and put it on Lin Yao's face, with seriousness in his lowered eyebrows, he tied the silk handkerchief extremely firmly and lifted it He opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, and waited beside the carriage for Lin Yao to come down.

With his support, Lin Yao got off the carriage, and stood outside the crowd, but he was really shocked. Before, he felt that the clothes on his body were extremely inappropriate, even if he wore such rough materials, he was uncomfortable. But those people in the street were wearing ragged clothes, and some of them even had smiles on their faces, as if that was enough.

But when I got here, I really seemed to see another world. There were a lot of people gathered here. There are some people wearing straw sandals on their feet, but more people are walking barefoot on the road with scars and scars all over their bodies, and their faces are numb. Only when they see the steamed buns and rice porridge at the front Sometimes it seems that they can see a little hope.

"Who are they?" Lin Yao's fingers trembled slightly.

How could someone live like this in the world, the little emperor couldn't understand.

"They are refugees who fled to the capital from all over the world," Wen Zhuangyan answered seriously to his question at this time, "Your Majesty needs to eat and clothe, build a palace, and offer rewards, so officials can only squeeze and exploit them. The food grown is not enough to pay taxes, if you don’t have enough to eat, you can only escape, or you will starve to death.”

He spoke softly, but he could feel the trembling of the fingertips in his hand.

"Are you afraid, Your Majesty?" Wen Zhuangyan asked looking into his eyes.

Lin Yao shook his head lightly, but did not speak.

Thoughtful in Wen Zhuangyan's eyes, he tightened his hand and went under the porridge shed. When he first arrived, the guards recognized him, and when they saw him coming, they all saluted and said, "Master Wen."

The sound of Mr. Wen seemed to stir up thousands of waves on the calm lake. The people who were still insensitive just now looked at this place, and the crowd knelt down one after another: "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for saving your life..."

"It's Mr. Wen, you are really a life-saving Bodhisattva."

"Thank you sir..."

Even the child knelt on the ground and spoke in a nonchalant manner, with admiration in his eyes.

They didn't have enough to eat and almost starved to death. It was Mr. Wen who saved their lives.

"Everyone, get up," Wen Zhuangyan said, but no one got up. He thought for a while, "Everyone has been queuing up for a day. If you really thank Wen, you should have eaten first. Wen is ashamed, it's hard to thank everyone, just thank you." I hope everyone can live a good life, that is to live up to.”

Lin Yao looked at that handsome man, standing there, countless people embraced him from the bottom of their hearts, they trusted him, appreciated him, and even felt that he was more like an emperor when he stood beside him as an emperor.

When the people's hearts were appeased and the line was re-lined, Wen Zhuangyan noticed Lin Yao who was standing quietly beside him and said, "I have something to do, and I want His Majesty to do it in person."

He spoke in such a low voice that even the nearest guard didn't hear him.

"What?" Lin Yao raised his eyes and asked him.

Wen Zhuangyan took his hand and stood in front of the line and said, "Your Majesty, please come and give the porridge in person."

"I'm coming?" Lin Yao was a little stunned.

"Yes, each person has a spoonful of porridge and a steamed bun. You can't give too much, or people will be upset. Remember what I said," Wen Zhuangyan pushed him to the front and handed him a spoon.

The soup spoon is not big, and the porridge in the bucket is steaming, but it is not too thick. On the opposite side is the eager eyes of countless people. Lin Yao scooped a spoonful of soup into the bowl he stretched out and poured it in. A steamed bun passed by, the man thanked him, took the bowl with the steamed bun, and went to the end of the line to gobble it up.

Lin Yao has never been thanked by others, and he was a little stunned for a moment. Why do they yearn for such a thing that makes him hard to swallow?

Spoonful after spoonful of porridge was given out, and steamed buns were also handed out. Occasional fingertips touched, and some traces of dirt were stained on the white and jade-like hands, but the pretty little emperor didn't even know it.

Until dusk fell and the porridge was over, when Lin Yao was pulled into the carriage, it seemed that he still had a bit of difficulty recovering.

"Are you tired, Your Majesty?" Wen Zhuangyan removed the silk handkerchief on his face, revealing the pink sweaty cheeks.

Lin Yao nodded. He didn't feel it at first, but now he stopped and realized that the pain in his arm was almost not his own. He opened his mouth slightly and said, "I'm afraid it's not as tired as them."

"That's natural," Wen Zhuangyan replied flatly, "After eating the porridge, they still have to build temporary huts and reclaim wasteland, which is much more tiring than His Majesty."

"Why?" Lin Yao didn't understand.

He really seemed to be the emperor once in a daze, but Wen Zhuangyan was very patient with his questions: "Why what?"

"Why do you need a spoonful for each person, why does it cause dissatisfaction?"

"Because kindness is good, but people's hearts are not enough. Once it is out of balance, it will cause people's injustice. Naturally, if you want to balance, you can't just rely on kindness alone." Porridge, one person is healthy and the other is lame. If you give the lame person an extra bowl out of mercy, it is possible that he was only lame and could not walk at all the next day, or the lame person among the refugees There will be more, and once it goes on for a long time, protests will arise."

"For a bowl of porridge," Lin Yao felt a little breathless.

"Yes, it's just for a bowl of porridge," Wen Zhuangyan closed his eyes, and those profound scenes were engraved in his heart, "There is still porridge here, and there are many people who can only eat tree bark and grass roots, even to fill their stomachs. Even the Avalokitesvara soil can be eaten, and what's more, it can be eaten by changing children, and people can eat people..."

"Changing children to eat?" Lin Yao felt cold hands and feet.

"Your Majesty doesn't understand?" Wen Zhuangyan felt ironic for a moment, the people were suffering, but the little emperor couldn't see or hear them, he didn't even understand, "Eat by changing children, that is to say, two families have children, and the children are exchanged. Then eat it..."

"Stop talking..." Lin Yao covered his mouth and began to retch inexplicably. He didn't believe in such a scene before today, but he saw it once today. Those desires for food made him feel frightened. For Wen Zhuangyan I fully believed what I said.

"Your Majesty has been tired all day today, take a good rest," Wen Zhuangyan sent the little emperor into the bedroom and didn't even go in, the desolation welled up in his heart and he couldn't control it.

Lin Yao didn't care about him, and started to vomit after entering the palace. The imperial doctor came to treat him but couldn't diagnose anything, so he could only let him rest well.

After a bath, the dust on his body and the fabric on his hands were washed away. Lin Yao put his hands on his eyes and lay on the bed. His body was exhausted, but his spirit kept preventing him from falling asleep. In the scene during the day, the words Wen Zhuangyan said kept lingering Heart and ears.

He is not a good emperor, if the original situation continues, even if it is not Wen Zhuangyan, it will be someone else, Xiao Guo will not exist for too long.

Lin Yao is not afraid of the world without him, but without Wen Zhuangyan... Even if he is confident that he will work hard to be a good emperor if he regains power, but the world is in chaos again, is it worth it?

It's not worth it, Lin Yao told himself in his heart, it's not worth it.

In the past, he cared about his throne, but now he doesn't care as much as he imagined. He doesn't want to be reset, but only wants to save his own life. As for the throne, if Wen Zhuangyan wants it, it doesn't hurt to give it to him.

Lin Yao climbed down from the bed and looked closely at the mirror. The beauty in the mirror was not stained with any dust, even if she was dressed in common clothes, she couldn't restrain her light. It would be difficult for someone like Wen Zhuangyan to covet her, not to mention leaving the palace.

It is both a disaster and a bargaining chip. If it is used properly, it may allow him to escape.

"The allocation of millions of taels of silver not only did not solve the disaster, but also caused a plague," Wen Zhuangyan said in a calm tone, but when he spoke like this, it meant that he was already angry, "Master He, did you say it yourself, or Want me to check?"

The person standing opposite him quickly knelt down and said in panic, "My lord, please forgive me, you don't know, this disaster relief requires the cooperation of local officials, and we need to work together..."

"Run up and down?!" Wen Zhuangyan smiled softly, "You are so bold, you dare to embezzle the money allocated by the court, the official salary is not enough, and you dare to give out the money for disaster relief, very good, very good, Zhuo Meng."

"Yes," Zhuo Meng shook his body and bowed his hands in salute, "My lord."

Others call him Mr. Wen, or the prince, but these brothers who follow have never changed their words.

"Investigate, anyone who has touched the slightest bit of disaster relief money this time, regardless of the reason, will be killed without mercy, and their home will be confiscated and sent to prison," Wen Zhuangyan gave an order, and Zhuo Meng got the order, but Mr. He sat down on the ground .

The emperor was furious, and buried his corpse for thousands of miles. Although Wen Zhuangyan had not yet ascended to that position, everyone was afraid of his cruel methods.

The folk rumors changed suddenly, but no matter how fierce the rumors were, what the common people saw was that the corrupt officials who searched for the people's fat and anointing were killed, and countless gold and silver were carried in boxes, but they were all replaced by food and distributed to them.

"A total of 140 officials were seized, and the accumulated silver taels from the house raids totaled 450 million taels," Zhuo Meng said with trembling all over his body.

One tael of silver is enough for a family of three to live for a year, and the national treasury is only more than 1000 million