Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

Emperor Ming nodded and said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Okay, but in the future, you must keep this to yourself and not tell anyone else. Otherwise, I will definitely..."

Kill you to silence you.

Little Wood nodded repeatedly and smiled happily: "Okay, don't worry, I won't tell anyone else. After the winter, I won't need Grandpa to keep me warm."

Survive the winter? He wouldn't stay here that long.

Emperor Ming took the steamed bun which was still warm from his body temperature and ate it in big mouthfuls. He had never thought that this ordinary white flour steamed bun was so delicious before. It was so delicious that even the meals in the imperial kitchen could not compare with it.

After finishing the meal in three or two bites, he still felt unsatisfied. He touched his stomach and found that he was not full. He couldn't help but look at the little baby. He saw that he was eating in small bites, looking like he was cherishing the food very much.

Noticing his gaze, Xiao Mutou turned his head and saw him staring at his bun. He hid the bun behind him, his eyes full of vigilance: "Grandpa, this is mine. You can't snatch it from me after you finish eating it."

"If you want to eat, you can go begging with me tomorrow. The General's Mansion will provide porridge and steamed buns once more this year. In the past, they only did it in winter. This year we are very lucky."

Emperor Ming became suspicious and couldn't help wondering why the General's Mansion was distributing porridge once more and why they hadn't distributed porridge in the autumn in previous years. Did they know something in advance?

"Little Wood, when did the General's Mansion first distribute porridge?"

Little Wood tilted his head and said seriously, "Last month, I told you that when I grow up, I will join the army and join the Mohist Army. If it weren't for the General's Mansion, which often used money to buy food for us, I don't know how many people would have starved to death."

"You just arrived and you don't know that the most kindhearted people in the capital are the General's Mansion. It's a pity that the old emperor treats them badly, huh."

Emperor Ming's face darkened, but it was hidden under the blood stains and could not be seen at all. He said in a deep voice, "Nonsense, your Majesty asks the Prime Minister to give porridge to beggars every year to help them survive the cold winter."

"How can you lie at such a young age?"

Xiao Mutou looked unhappy and retorted, "I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see. They are also distributing porridge. You will know the difference between the two places after you see it."

"When my grandfather was alive, he took me to the Prime Minister's Mansion. The porridge there didn't have any rice at all. The broken rice soup was useless. Even if there was rice, it had a lot of sand in it and was inedible."

"As for the steamed buns, I'll take you to see them this afternoon, and you'll know what's going on. The prime minister is a black-hearted corrupt official, and your majesty is not a good person either. He gave money to corrupt officials to buy inedible food for us to eat."

Emperor Ming was so angry that he was shaking all over. In recent years, he was not as good as his grandfather, a wise ruler who was decisive in killing people, but he never thought of blaming the people. Every year, he allocated money from the national treasury to the prime minister.

Let him go and help the poor people. If the prime minister did such an immoral thing, why would everyone report it to the emperor? It must be this little kid lying. He couldn't have misjudged the prime minister.

The two returned to the ruined temple to rest for a while. Emperor Ming also had some strength in his body and urged: "You little kid, why don't you take me there quickly."

It would be better for him to postpone his visit to the General's Mansion. What if the General's Mansion is in collusion with his brother? If he goes there, he will be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. If he is killed then, no one will know.

Outsiders are outsiders after all. It would be better if Li'er left the palace. She would not fail to recognize her own father.

The two walked for half an hour and came to a shed. A fat man was standing in front of a pot, stirring the soup casually. He looked at the sparse beggar refugees and spat.

"How come there are still so many alive? Humph, after this winter, at least half of them will be dead. By then, there will be even more money in our pockets, hehe."

Xiaomu led his men and lined up behind.

He lowered his voice and said, "Grandpa, this is where the Prime Minister makes porridge. Do you see the words above? Take your broken bowl. I only have two bowls."

If his grandfather had not passed away, he would not have given the bowl to this person.

Emperor Ming frowned and looked at the person who was carrying the soup. The soup in the bowl was very clear and the rice grains were clearly visible and broken. How was this different from drinking water? It was not porridge at all.

The porridge in his impression was not like this. Was it the prime minister who was deceiving the emperor, or were the prime minister's subordinates fooling around? No, this was a matter that was in the open, and without the prime minister's intention, who would dare to fool around?

I thought of what that bitch said in my mind. It was the prime minister who took the initiative to invite the imperial concubine to the palace. Then did he know about his brother's affairs? And why did the queen mother suddenly leave the palace and go to the temple?

What kind of hidden story is this?

There were few people, so it was soon their turn. Emperor Ming held out his bowl tremblingly, looked at the fat man, and directly scooped a bowl of watery porridge, his eyes gloomy.

I couldn't help but scold: "This is not for human consumption. The Prime Minister asked you to make this. You are so bold! This is deceiving the emperor. If His Majesty knew about this, he would definitely not forgive you."

The fat man frowned upon hearing this and cursed: "Where did this old immortal come from? Is there something wrong with your brain? If you don't want to drink, don't drink. This is what the Prime Minister asked us to do. Haha, the old emperor is so stupid, how could he know this."

"I advise you to be more sensible and not think about complaining to the General's Mansion. It's useless. The old emperor trusts our master more than those straightforward generals in the General's Mansion."

As he said this, he used the spoon to knock the bowl out of his hand. It fell to the ground and all the rice soup inside spilled.

Seeing this, Xiao Mutou looked distressed. He picked up the bowl, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and said unhappily, "Grandpa, what are you doing? This is the only bowl we have left. If it breaks, you can eat on the ground. Hurry up and get it."

Seeing that he was still standing there, the fat man said with disgust: "You old man, why don't you get out of the way quickly? What are you doing standing here? Get out of here now."

Emperor Ming was pushed and staggered, a little dazed. He came to the corner and looked at the people queuing with mixed feelings, wondering what was true and what was false.

Why was what he saw when he was in the palace completely different from what he sees now?

Xiao Mutou came over with a bowl, holding two black buns in his arms, sat next to him, and shouted, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't talk nonsense in the future, or you will be beaten to death."

"Once before, someone saw the Prime Minister coming and rushed over to complain, saying that these people deceived their superiors and deliberately gave them food that they couldn't eat. Do you know what the Prime Minister did?"

Emperor Ming stiffened his neck, stared at him with his eyes fixed, and lowered his voice: "I don't know, you say..."

"Hey, my grandfather and I just watched as that person smiled gently and said three words lightly."

"Beat him to death."