Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

May, the fifth year of Xuanchong.

There had been heavy rain in the capital for several days in a row. When the rain finally stopped and the sky cleared up, the palace received news of a flood in the south.

It turned out that before it rained in Beijing, many places in the south had continuous rain.

Until half a month ago, the river in Pingyang City burst its banks, and many people were displaced and became refugees.

They fled all the way north to the capital, and only then did the news belatedly reach the ears of the emperor.

Fortunately, not many people fled to the capital and the disaster situation was not urgent. The emperor sent trusted ministers to provide disaster relief, and the situation was quickly brought under control.

The emperor also sent people to settle the refugees who fled to the capital outside the city, and officials and clerks distributed food to them every day.

Some wealthier families will also think of ways to contribute to disaster relief.

However, most families just donate some money.

Only Chu Xiaoyun, the youngest girl from the Dali Temple, went outside the city every day to donate porridge and rice without any complaints.

On the carriage back to the city, a little girl with two buns asked in confusion:

"Miss, the mansion has donated a lot of silver, why do we have to come here every day to donate? The road outside the city is very bumpy, and I feel my waist getting stiff every day when I come back."

Chu Xiaoyun sat on the side of the carriage, lifted the curtain and looked at the people flowing outside on the street.

Among them were many ragged "beggars". They were the first group of refugees who fled to the capital, and now their complexions looked much better.

Seeing this, Chu Xiaoyun felt relieved. She lowered the curtain and looked at the maid with a smile:

"What's wrong? Chunying is just feeling tired. Then you can rest in the mansion tomorrow and Sister Xia Liu will take over."

"No, miss," Chunying puffed up her cheeks and protested angrily.

"I feel sorry for you. Didn't you hear what Miss Song said at the last banquet? She said you were seeking fame. Obviously, everyone donated money for disaster relief, but you still had to pretend to show off in front of the victims. You must be doing it for fame."

Chu Xiaoyun didn't care and said with a smile:

"Daddy told me that as long as one lives a life with a clear conscience, that's all that matters. I don't care what they say about me."

Seeing that Chunying was still indignant, she explained her intention:

"Although the government has donated money, it may not all be used by the victims. I can play a supervisory role by going there to donate money, at least to ensure that everyone has food to eat and does not starve to death."

"Once Brother Wenjin has taken control of Pingyang City, they will be able to return home safely."

Chunying listened and fell silent, as if thinking about something. After a while, she said:

"Miss, you are the best lady in the world, and Master Meng is also the best master in the world."

"That Chunying is the best Chunying. She accompanies me every day, leaving early and returning late. Sometimes she doesn't even have time to eat lunch."

Chu Xiaoyun pushed a plate of pastries on the table in front of Chunying and teased her playfully.

"Okay, have some cakes. I'll order two more dishes for you when we get home."

Looking at Chunying squinting her eyes and tasting the pastries with satisfaction, Chu Xiaoyun showed a faint smile.

Perhaps she was thinking of Meng Wenjin whom Chunying mentioned earlier, the smile on her face quickly disappeared, and turned into a little sadness between the girl's brows.

"I wonder if Brother Wenjin is doing well in Pingyang City. When will he be back?"

She was in a daze.

Not knowing what happened on the road, the coachman suddenly pulled the reins and stopped the carriage.

Then the coachman got off the carriage with a whip in his hand, and started cursing outside, as if he was trying to drive someone away.

Chunying quickly lifted the car curtain and went outside to check the situation.

After a while, she came back to report to the young lady.

It turned out that when the carriage was halfway through the journey, a beggar walking on the side of the road seemed to have fainted from hunger and fell straight into the middle of the road, just blocking their way back home.

"Passed out?"

Chu Xiaoyun lifted the curtain and saw a gray figure lying not far in front of the carriage.

The man's clothes were tattered and had many patches on them. His body was curled up, perhaps due to hunger or pain, and he looked very miserable.

The coachman was worried about delaying his mission, so he was still trying to drive away those who were blocking his way.

The beggar was called and got up from the ground after a while. When he got up, his body was still swaying from side to side and he walked crookedly, as if he would fall down again in the next second.

Chu Xiaoyun immediately stopped the man and said, "Wait a moment."

When the people stopped, she returned to the car, wrapped a few untouched cakes in a clean handkerchief without any special marks, and walked up to him.

"Here are some cakes. Take them to fill your stomach."

Que Yu lowered his head, his eyes dodging, and like other beggars facing nobles, his voice trembled like a hanging thread.

"Thank you very much, sir."

He took the handkerchief, and his dark eyes flashed.

Under the handkerchief that wrapped the pastry, there was actually a small piece of silver worth half a dime.

Because it was hidden under the handkerchief, it was not very conspicuous, especially since the nobleman who gave the cakes did not mention the existence of the silver, and it did not attract the attention of others.

There have been many more beggars in the capital city recently, and there are many beggars like him who fall in front of the carriages of nobles. Many dignitaries will reward them with some silver money for face or reputation.

But they don’t know that the huge wealth that falls from the sky is not a gift to the beggar, but a fatal knife.

This young lady had her own unique idea. She gave away worthless cakes on the surface and hid the silver in a dark place.

It not only gave him security for the next few days, but also prevented him from being noticed by people with bad intentions.

Que Yu became curious and looked up to see the face of this kind-hearted man.

She had a beautiful face like a lotus, red lips and white teeth, and her eyes seemed to be filled with water. When she looked at people, she had a sense of timidity and shyness.

She was wearing a crescent-shaped phoenix-tail silk skirt, and the silk belt around her waist showed off her slender waist. When she raised her hands and feet, her white wrists were revealed, as white as pearls and jade, delicate and beautiful.

This kind lady was stunningly beautiful, but her pretty face didn't quite match the calm and intelligent temperament he had imagined.

Chu Xiaoyun didn't know what he was thinking. When she saw him take the silver, she smiled:

"If you don't have enough food in the future, you can go outside the city, where there is a relief center for disaster victims, and you can get two bowls of hot porridge every day."

Afterwards, he got on the carriage and left.

Que Yu stayed where he was, recalling the smile she had on her face before she left.

Like the spring breeze in March, it carries the fragrance of peach blossoms, so beautiful and delicate that one can't help but want to hold it in the palm of one's hand and destroy it.

But after just a few moments, he forgot about the person and didn't pay any special attention to him.

People on the street witnessed this scene and talked about it with those around them.

"That must be Miss Chu, the youngest daughter of the Dali Temple Minister. I heard that she has been giving alms outside the city every day since she learned about the flood in Pingyang City. Today, she even helped a beggar in the city."

"Miss Chu is really like a fairy who has descended to earth. She is beautiful and kind-hearted."

Que Yu was standing not far away and heard a few things about Chu Xiaoyun.

However, he has always been indifferent to emotions. Even though Chu Xiaoyun saved him, what happened today did not cause even a ripple in his heart.