All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

Jingcheng West Street.

It was two quarters past the hour of Xu. Normally, it would have been dark long ago, but now it looked as bright as day from afar. When he got closer, he saw several lanterns hanging in front of the gate of Bu's mansion.

There was a sound of a door being pushed open, and the door of Bu's mansion opened. Several servants came out dragging a large pot and placed it on the table outside.

Then a few maids, dressed simply, came out carrying bamboo baskets filled with pancakes and placed them next to the big pot.

They lifted the cloth covering the bamboo basket and opened the lid of the big pot, and the aroma of rice and flour filled the air.

Some of the cakes are made with sugar and sesame salt, and the aroma can spread a mile away.

Suddenly, a crowd of people appeared. No one knew where these people came from. It was as if they fell from the sky.

Soon, a long line formed in front of Bu Mansion.

Censor Bu did not stand at the door like an ordinary good man.

When he came out, he was hunched over with a bag of rice on his shoulder. His forehead was covered with sweat. After putting down the bag of rice, he was already panting from exhaustion.

"Sir, let me help you carry the rice."

A servant put down his work, walked forward and asked.

Censor Bu waved his hand, glanced at the long line, and spoke in a heavy voice.

"You go to distribute porridge, but there are not enough people. You will have to work until dawn."

"By then, there will be vendors on the road, blocking people's way, and it will be difficult to distribute porridge."

What he said made sense. When it gets light, the shops opposite will open their doors, and hawkers will start hawking their wares on the street. Then, refugees will line up to get porridge and bread, which will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among the people.

This kind of situation has happened before. When the officers and soldiers guarding the city arrived, they saw that it was Censor Bu's family and didn't know how to deal with the matter.

It’s not that they are afraid of the power of the Bu family. The Bu family doesn’t have much power. What they are afraid of is Censor Bu’s mouth. Looking at the entire Chu and Jin countries, no one can speak better than Censor Bu.

The servants had no choice but to continue distributing the porridge. Censor Bu returned to the yard and picked up a rice bag. Before he could put it on his shoulder, a big hand suddenly blocked his shoulder.

The bag of rice in his hand was snatched away by someone. The person was not a stranger, but Liang Xing from the Honglu Temple.

"you?"

Censor Bu had only met him a few times in the court, and the two had no interaction.

He has always looked down on these younger generations, thinking that they were just people who flattered the emperor but had no real talent or ability.

They are far worse than when they were young. You have to know that they are the old ministers who accompanied the previous emperor to secure the throne. Any one of them is better than the young officials today.

He is old now, but not useless. He never looks at young officials in the court.

As for Liang Xing in front of him, Censor Bu knew him because he was the top scholar. It was such a high name on the list, and he was not blind, so he naturally remembered it at a glance.

"Uncle, I'll help you."

Liang Xing said this, picked up the rice bag and walked out.

He walked lightly at first, but after a few more steps he found it strenuous because the rice bag was much heavier than he had imagined.

Censor Bu stood in the yard, staring at him, and shook his head after a long time.

Young people nowadays are really useless.

In the past, when the late emperor was alive, every official in the court could become a military general by riding a horse, and any official had the ability to capture the enemy camp single-handedly.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, he insisted on emphasizing culture and suppressing military power, which made the court chaotic.

Look, a top scholar can’t even lift a bag of rice.

Censor Bu walked out and stood at the door, watching Liang Xing carry the rice bags one by one.

Unconsciously, there was a hint of meaning in his eyes.

This young man did have some perseverance. Even though he was obviously extremely tired, he still insisted on moving everything out.

He had an impression of the Liang family. When the late emperor was assassinated, Liang Xing's father saved the late emperor. He was also a civil servant, an inconspicuous civil servant. It was said that he had great literary talent, so he became a local official.

A civil servant saved the former emperor, and this incident attracted the attention of many high-ranking officials at the time, who all thought that the Chu and Jin states would undergo a change because of this.

However, the late emperor only awarded him a golden medal of immunity from death and did not intend to promote him, so the matter was left unresolved.

As expected, like father, like son. If the father is talented, the son will also be talented.

Just now, this boy called him uncle, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, Bu Yu was going to marry this boy. It was a marriage granted by the emperor, so how could he dare to refuse?

Liang Xing carried the rice bags back and forth, and soon he put all the rice bags outside the door.

The pot for distributing porridge was bigger than the stump of a hundred-year-old locust tree. Four or five servants and maids gathered around the pot and scooped porridge non-stop.

The refugees were holding bowls and bread, and their pale and skinny faces looked particularly pitiful.

Bu Yu got down from the sedan chair, put her hand on the back of the maid's hand, and with the other hand she held a handkerchief, covering her face with sadness.

"Uncle."

She walked forward and bowed gracefully, her body like a willow branch that would fall down if the wind blew.

Censor Bu quickly asked her to stand up, looked at his niece worriedly, and said.

"Go stand in the yard. It's windy at night."

From the yard, she could also see the scene of porridge being distributed outside. Since she took the silver, she naturally accumulated merits without having to do it herself.

Bu Yu refused and said firmly.

"Just let me serve the porridge myself. I have a maid by my side, so nothing will happen."

She can only feel at ease if she does it herself.

Censor Bu couldn't persuade her, so he nodded and asked a maid to hand him the spoon.

Bu Yu held the spoon for scooping porridge. She had to use both hands to scoop up the porridge from the pot. She was struggling and was very serious about it.

Suddenly, the maid standing aside exclaimed.

"Miss, look, it's Lord Liang!"

Bu Yu held the spoon in both hands, looked up and saw Liang Xing standing next to her uncle. It was unclear what the two were talking about.

There was a lot of mud on Liang Xing's shoulders, probably because he was working just now.

He also came to distribute porridge... After a moment of surprise, Bu Yu became worried again.

Liang Xing came here not for her, but for his elder sister.

"Are you going to scoop it or not? You have been waiting for so long."

"What is Master Bu thinking? Asking a young lady to scoop porridge is very slow. Isn't this a waste of time?"

"It's just... I've been hungry for days."

The refugees lined up in long queues and shouted in dissatisfaction.

Liang Xing heard the noisy sound over here, turned around, and saw Bu Yu with tears in her eyes, and felt sorry for her.

He loves Gillian, and Bu Yu is like his own sister to him.

How could he just watch his sister being verbally abused by the refugees?

Liang Xing walked over quickly, snatched the spoon from Bu Yu's hand, and skillfully scooped several bowls of porridge and handed them to the people in line.

The dissatisfied voices stopped abruptly.

Bu Yu stared at him blankly, standing there in a daze.

The maid tugged at her sleeve and whispered.

"Miss, let's stand aside. Lord Liang is here."

She was worried that these reckless refugees would bump into the young lady, who was in poor health and could not stand the shouting of this group of people.