He used to send his daughter to a union, but now he only sells morals.
The people in the streets and alleys were able to arrange the victims, and they sent people to say that the prince pityed the people and took out all the food from his palace. He would rather not eat himself or let the people eat.
For a time throughout the capital, Beimingxian was in full swing, and people shouted Desheng and Desheng.
Since ancient times, only the emperor has had the title, and Bei Mingxian was only the crown prince, and he was given the title of the people, which can be said to be unprecedented.
The immense joy is like a grand cake, making Bei Mingxian, who was a little painful at first, suddenly feel that the money was not wronged!
It’s just that what he didn’t expect was that misfortunes depend on blessings and misfortunes...
The old emperor couldn't see the happiness and anger, but sent a figure that had frozen to death on the street to the East Palace.
That's right, many victims were frozen to death.
Although An Shucheng has done his best to set up congee sheds, opened several of his private houses, and asked his staff to open up private houses together, there are too many victims of the disaster, and they cannot be rescued by a few people.
"Prince, you can't go on like this anymore. The weather is getting colder every day. Although the snow has stopped, it has frozen. The Lin family said that the food may take half a month to reach the imperial city." An Shuchengyao With his back molars, his face was embarrassed. A chore is a chore, even with the backing of a prince.
Bei Mingxian stood up and glared at An Shucheng and shouted: "What, it's still half a month! What the Lin family is doing! I said half a month before, and now I'm talking about half a month! He treats me as rich as Donggong. Is it slippery?"
An Shucheng was silent.
"Outrageous! It's outrageous! The main palace has taken out so much food for disaster relief, and the East Palace has changed the rice to rice porridge!" Bei Mingxian continued to roar, venting his dissatisfaction.
An Shucheng bowed his head and glanced at the Prince's dining table. Yes, it is indeed rice porridge, but the rice porridge is abalone, sea cucumber and bird's nest...
Luxurious.
After a while, Bei Mingxian vented enough, then sat down again, raised his head and asked, "What should I do now?"
"Prince, although the food and drink of the victims can guarantee that they will not starve to death, the main problem is how to ensure that they will not freeze to death. Those cotton clothes can resist the cold, but it is difficult to survive the night. Prince Xiao once wanted all officials to try their best to accommodate. It seems that the method is effective, but it is too offensive..." Speaking of this, An Shucheng glanced at Bei Mingxian's face cautiously, and felt a little chilly when he saw that there was no response.
The crown prince has honor and blood, but he is ignorant... No wonder the old emperor favors Prince Xiao more.
Knowing that this is the case, An Shucheng is now tied to the East Palace, so he had to plan more for Bei Mingxian, so he said: "The prince might as well use his own power to inspire some officials, take the initiative to open the door, and accept the victims, although the victims They need food and housing, but on the other hand, the victims are also very good labor, I believe you will never find such cheap labor again."
Speaking of this, I am also glad that Beimingxian is not a straw bag, and he immediately slapped his thigh: "Teacher is a good strategy. This palace has long been thinking about repairing the other courtyard on Yongning Street. It is only due to financial constraints that it will be released again and again. Here, it’s a godsend. I’ll leave this to the Taishi, haha, the Taishi has always been at ease in handling affairs."
After leaving the East Palace, An Shucheng spit out.
He is a real talented person, step by step to climb up to the position of Taishi, not to say that relying on Zu Yin to enjoy his popularity.
An Shucheng, who had re-acquainted Bei Mingxian's ability to deal with affairs, also moved other thoughts. Walking on the road, he was thinking about his seven aunts and eight aunts who have beautiful girls.
The prince was really not taught well by the queen. It was fine to play with the women in the palace. It was really impossible to talk about the handling of state government affairs.
In fact, An Shucheng misunderstood Bei Mingxian. It was not that he didn't understand, but that Bei Mingxiao had been following by his side all these years, and many things had become habit.
Therefore, on the day of the disaster relief, Bei Mingxiao was able to drive directly into the palace, and wanted the officials to join the relief effort.
The old emperor’s love for his son is profound.
This matter is really not well done by others, and only the prince!
In order to curry favor with the prince, the prince piety, together with An Shucheng's lobbying, opened their doors to accept the victims, although the victims of the shelter have to do a lot of work every day.
Compared with freezing and starving to death, what is it to be tired?
Soon, a phenomenon appeared in the capital, only hate the disaster victims!
In the Tianxiang Tower, Mo Yuan was holding a list of names in his hand, a little at a loss. He was specialized in the art industry. After seeing An Xia's ability again, he no longer dared to speak at will.
"The prince's faction has been very happy recently." An Xia played with a teacup, and the smile in the corner of her eyes seemed to be nonexistent, and Bei Mingxiao turned her head in embarrassment.
He doesn't care that the fame belongs to the prince. As long as the victims are resettled, what does the fame count?
But An Xia was different. She didn't want to follow their wishes because the queen mother and son treated her like that.
Throne?
They want it, she won't let them get it!
Mo Yuan glanced around and felt that he was too embarrassed to be between the two of them. As soon as they were together, An Xia and Bei Mingxiao said at the same time: "What are you going to do?"
"Continue tea." Mo Yuan spit out two words.
An Xia put the teacup on the table, patted his palms, and immediately a small servant walked in with the kettle, and turned on the teapot to flush in hot water. The teapot returned to its place, and the tea was divided and backed away.
The action is smooth and flowing, all in one go.
Dele, Mo Yuan couldn't leave even if he wanted to go, so he could only sit quietly and concentrate on drinking tea.
The day after tomorrow is Bei Mingxian's day to marry the princess!
An Xia came to discuss the matter with them when she went out of the palace. He didn't expect Bei Mingxiao to be irrelevant, making An Xia very angry.
"This list records all the officials who took the initiative to open their doors to accommodate the victims during the disaster relief. They are actively helping the disaster after An Shucheng came to the door. The prince's faction undoubtedly has arranged for people to secretly take all actions of these officials After monitoring, as long as something goes wrong, immediately..." An Xia made a severe gesture.
Beiming Xiao people are like beautiful jade, leisurely and peacefully, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth: "An Xia, we two big men."
Mo Yuan, who was dragged into the water, was very embarrassed and said as if to avoid the plague: "I have no objection."
Bei Ming Xiao's mouth twitched, wanting to blame Mo Yuan for his unrighteousness, but looking at An Xia's eyes, he lost his temper unconsciously.
He knew what she thought of him.
But if he has a choice, he is more willing to take her carefree.
Jiangshan Beauty chooses him, he only wants her.
Right now the only is the vengeance of killing his mother, but An Xia seems to supply him with the country.
There are tens of thousands of safflowers in the world, and her amorous feelings are not between her eyebrows, her eyes, and her vows. She just wants to give him blindly. How can she be favored by her in this life.
An Xia slapped the table: "They can fight, why can't you? By then, I just want to do what I want!"
Looking at An Xia's angry face, Bei Ming smiled and nodded: "Okay."
Since you said you want it, then I will fight with you.
Bei Mingxiao knew that An Xia didn't want power and wealth, nor was it prosperous. Since she wanted it, he would accompany her.
If she is there anyway, then everything is not a problem.
The three of them discussed secretly for a long time in Tianxiang Tea House, and it was impossible to leave the palace for too long. An Xia remembered Mrs. An in his heart, and took the time to visit.
Regarding this mother's dead brains, An Xia couldn't wait to feed a pack of her amnesia.
But she knew that there was no real amnesia at all. They were all short-lived. Once Mrs. Ann returned to her memory one day, she would be the first to hate her.
Everyone has their own way of chasing life. Maybe Mrs. Ann just loves too deeply to ignore the way of love, or maybe this is Mrs. Ann's way.
It just happens to be inappropriate.
For this feeling, the only thing An Xia can do is to silently take care of Mrs. An's body.
An Shucheng, who had returned to Anfu, didn't have much energy to pay attention to his divorced wife. Since Mrs. An was dying to leave, he couldn't drive her away.
After all, Mrs. Ann is different from Zhao Jingmei.
The latter went out of the wall and was arrested by him. But Mrs. An'an was hit by him and she really wanted to be driven back, so it was also a matter of losing the face of both families.
Some of the servants in the mansion were sent by An Xia to mix in. Naturally, Mrs. An was particularly affectionate, delicious, drinkable and well-dressed, and they were all taken care of immediately.
An Xia hid in the dark, sighed silently and left.
She didn't show up because she didn't know what to say.
It is too difficult to cure the disease.
Concubine Yan Gui had jumped anxiously. Seeing An Xia's return, she hurriedly greeted her: "You can come back, my palace doesn't care what you do, but now there is something, you must help me, I know you can."
"What's the matter?" An Xia lay lazily on the embroidery couch, took a bunch of grapes and began to eat.
This position is the favorite of Yan Guifei on weekdays, and now it feels so comfortable when she lay down. No wonder people like prosperity and wealth, and it feels really good.
Concubine Yan Gui looked a little angry at An Xia, but knew that it was not the time to be angry with her, and said, "You were the one who fixed An Si's eyes, and it is not difficult for you now. "
Even though he had guessed that the result was this early, An Xia was still very angry.
It's not your imperial physician, why don't you have an attitude of asking someone?
With one hand, the celadon vase on the table was thrown to the ground, and it broke into slag.
"What are you doing?" Yan Guifei was taken aback.
An Xia said indifferently, "Manny, even if I am a genius doctor, it doesn't mean that I can do anything. Restoring is much harder than destroying. Just like this vase, it's easy to break, but it's easy to restore? The craftsman who made this porcelain bottle, I am afraid he is also powerless."
Difficult, powerless.
Concubine Yan's face changed, thinking about what An Xia said, but it was difficult, but it was not a direct refusal. It meant that there was a way. With that arrogant attitude, it was clearly a benefit!
What can she give her?
"What do you want?"
