The powerful princess arrives with a space warehouse

Ouyang Yunyao was so angry that she almost laughed when she heard this.

"Pa, pa, pa" Ouyang Yunyao clapped her hands. "You said it very well, Miss Hu, right? The concubine's daughter of the Minister of Works." Ouyang Yunyao didn't care whether others were legitimate daughters or concubine's daughters, but now she just wanted to make things difficult for them.

"You are really good at talking big. You want to help the disaster victims, no one is stopping you. After all this talk, did you give them a glass of water or a steamed bun? Oh! Did you just come here with a bunch of nonsense?"

"Princess Jing, please don't blame me. You let the refugees drink porridge mixed with sand. Do you think you are right?"

At this time, Cheng Xiaoqing came back to his senses and said, "Ouyang Yunyao, you are so heartless. You don't recognize your mistakes and you are still beating people up. You really ruined the good reputation of Prince Jing."

Ouyang Yunyao was too lazy to argue with them, so she walked over and grabbed Cheng Xiaoqing and Hu Xiang one by one, and brought them to the porridge bucket, "Is this porridge or water? Open your dog eyes and take a good look!"

"Ah... let me go..."

"Ouyang Yunyao...you can't treat us like this."

"You can't treat our young lady like this..." Several maids also hurried forward and said.

Ouyang Yunyao did not bother with them. She turned around and said loudly to the onlookers, "Some of you said that there was something wrong with the porridge in Prince Jing's mansion, and some people falsely accused me of bribing the victims to put on a show. Well, please come and take a look at the porridge. If anyone wants to drink it, everyone can take a portion to try it!"

Many of the people watching the scene lived in the area of ​​Xia Nan Street. They lived closest to the South City Gate. If it weren't for the food that fell from the sky that night, they might still be hungry. Now, they were happy to receive a free meal. Regardless of whether the porridge was good or not, they could have a bowl of it, and their family could still save some food.

"This porridge looks white and steaming. It must be cooked very thick..."

"It really is……"

"I want a bowl."

"I want a bowl too."

"Just line up and you can get it."

Many onlookers also joined the group of refugees and lined up to receive white porridge and buns.

"It smells so good..." "The rice soup is so thick. I haven't eaten such delicious porridge in a long time..."

Many people who drank the porridge expressed their praise.

The buns were fragrant and greasy. "Ah! Is this the bun from Fumanxiang on South Street?" "It seems so. I bought two for my little boy during the Chinese New Year..." They were reluctant to buy buns outside. "Such delicious buns, but some people say they are smelly..."

"I want..." "I want one too..."

Ouyang Yunyao put some spring water from the space in each porridge bucket, so the porridge cooked out was particularly fragrant. She wanted these disaster victims to recover as soon as possible.

The rest of the onlookers saw that those people were eating with great relish, and they all lined up to get a portion. After eating, they all felt sorry for Princess Jing, and apologized to Ouyang Yunyao repeatedly, "I'm sorry, we wronged the princess..." "Yes, we really wronged the princess..." Such delicious porridge, such famous buns, and you still say they are not delicious, it's really a slap in the face.

Cheng Xiaoqing and Hu Xiang did not expect that the wind direction would change so suddenly.

Seeing this, the dozen or so people prepared to slip away, but Ouyang Yunyao would never let them do as they wished. She ordered the secret guards to block their way. A good show was about to begin.

Ouyang Yunyao walked towards the troublemakers, and the people made way for her.

"Who ordered you to do this?"

"No one ordered us to do that. There was sand in your porridge just now. Why didn't you let anyone tell us?"

"Oh, really? Did you drink the porridge?"

“We drank it”

"Haha, won't the sand make your teeth ache? Can you still drink it? Hmm!"

"Since the buns were bad, how did you eat them all? Ah!" Hu Yifan stood aside, unable to contain his anger, and added.

Hu Xiang looked at Hu Yifan and felt that he was familiar, but also strange. Was he the man who was almost beaten to death in her house? At that time, words were carved on his forehead, and the words were covered with potion, which could not be erased. Was it him? When she looked at Hu Yifan, Hu Yifan also gave her a hateful look in return. She was too guilty to look at him again, and comforted herself by saying that this man was just a little similar to that man.

At this moment, Ouyang Yunyao walked to the porridge stall, picked up an empty bowl, squatted down, filled a bowl with porridge that had been overturned on the ground. The porridge was mixed with mud, and then she picked up a few crushed buns on the ground and walked to those ruffians again.

The onlookers had no idea what Ouyang Yunyao was going to do and their eyes followed her.

She walked up to the big man with a face full of flesh and fierce eyes who was controlled by the secret guards and stood still. She lifted his chin with one hand and held the bowl of mud porridge with the other hand, and poured it into his mouth. The big man twisted his fat body and struggled. Ouyang Yunyao touched his throat and he swallowed the mud porridge with two "ah, ah" sounds. She turned around again and stuffed the dirty bun that was stepped on into the mouth of the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced man.

"This is called sandy porridge! This bun is bad! Do you all want to try it?"

“No, no, we don’t want to taste it…” “No…” “No…” This Princess Jing is too cruel.

"You don't want to taste it? Then tell me clearly who ordered you to make trouble?"

"Princess Jing, we are refugees..." Those people were still lying, but they had obviously lost their confidence.

"Oh? Then tell me, where are you refugees from?"

"We are from Nanjunzhou."

"Where are you from Nanjunzhou? Why don't you have any Nanjunzhou accent?"

These people looked at each other. They didn't know where Nanjunzhou was. One of them said quickly, "We are from Nanjunzhou. We help people transport goods all year round."

"Oh?" Ouyang Yunyao invited a few real refugees to come over. "Excuse me, can you please take a look? Are these people from your Nanjun Prefecture?"

One of the refugees spoke to the thugs in the Nanjun dialect, and those thugs were completely confused.

"Princess, they are not from our Nanjun State."

The people in Kyoto who were just watching the show suddenly realized what was going on.

"These people turned out to be fake refugees..."

"Why did these people frame Princess Jing? They are so evil..."

"You're not ready to admit it yet?"

At this time, a group of soldiers rushed out of the city and came to Ouyang Yunyao.

"Princess Jing, I'm Sun Qi. Who is causing trouble in front of the porridge stall?"

"You came so quickly. By the time you arrived, the flowers were already cold." Ouyang Yunyao said sarcastically.

"Princess Jing, please forgive me for my negligence. I am indeed a little late because there were people causing trouble in front of two grain stores in the city."