I'm a humble concubine. My acting skills are off the charts. You can check my performance.

The first meal after the two reunited was not a peaceful one after all.

While they were eating, someone quietly came in from outside, walked up to Zhao Fangyu and whispered, "The news from Master Xiao Qi is that the prince is asked to leave the city quickly. The poor houses in the southern outer city have collapsed due to the snow, and I'm afraid someone will fall on the prince's head."

It snowed heavily for months in a row, and the official of the poorhouse was a greedy man. He had been withholding money from the poorhouse and was so stingy that he even wanted to take away the money for repairing the gate.

The person in charge of the poorhouse was a relative of the corrupt official this year. He was greedy for money by nature, and managed to survive a year. He was thinking of asking the court for a large sum of money for repairs next year so that he could be more greedy. However, a natural disaster came first and collapsed the poorhouse that had been in disrepair for a long time.

Zhou Qinghe is a born unlucky guy, so it's no surprise that someone wants to pin this kind of thing on him. The talk of ghosts and gods is simply groundless, not to mention any evidence. It's just a way of making people sick.

But Zhou Qinghe couldn't stand it now and could only find a way to avoid it.

Logically speaking, it would have been better if he had come back two days later, but he came back at a strange time. Now it would be too late to leave the city and pretend that he had never returned.

Zhou Qinghe stood up without saying a word and was about to go out. Zhao Fangyu put down his chopsticks and called Xingzhi to light the lamp.

The red lips gently opened and closed, which was far from the sweet love between a short separation and a newlywed marriage as described in the storybook, but Zhou Qinghe felt comfortable all over his body after hearing it:

"The prince happened to return to the capital and passed by a poorhouse. Seeing that the people there were having a hard time surviving, he got off his car and helped them build houses. His wound burst open and the blood kept flowing."

Zhao Fangyu picked out a new light-colored dress from the inner room and asked Zhou Qinghe to take it with her.

"The crying child gets candy. Your Majesty is a king and father, and he will never ignore the will of the people."

The two looked at each other, Zhao Fangyu was the first to look away, and reached out to loosen the hair crown on Zhou Qinghe's head: "This crown is worth a hundred gold coins. The person in charge of the Ministry of Revenue has changed this year, and the one who is in charge now is the uncle of the fifth prince."

Zhou Qinghe's mind was mostly filled with Zhao Fangyu's hands stroking his hair, and the distance between them that had suddenly shortened. After not seeing each other for a long time, he always felt that Zhao Fangyu seemed to have opened up a little more, becoming more gorgeous, like a rare and precious flower sealed in ice and snow, breathtakingly beautiful, yet heart-breakingly cold.

The next moment, that pair of watery eyes looked over, the ice and snow melted, and Zhou Qinghe felt that everything was an illusion, and could only reply blankly with a "OK".

He was in an inappropriate state of silence, so Zhao Fangyu thought he was frozen and hadn't recovered from the cold. He stretched out his hand and twisted his earlobe to wake him up: "Did you remember everything?"

The force on the earlobe was not strong, so Zhou Qinghe did not feel any pain. He just felt as if a spring had emerged in his heart, gushing out honey in streams. "Got it. Use it more at home. I'll be back tomorrow."

Zhao Fangyu hummed: "Not coming back tonight?"

It's just disaster relief, why would it take one day?

Zhou Qinghe left with his coat in his arms before leaving: "I'm going to Lao Si's place tonight to make do with the situation."

Zhao Fangyu didn't care. He sat down and took a few sips of cold water. Then he asked someone to clear the room and bring today's medicine.

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The roads in the poorhouse of the South Outer City have always been narrow, making it difficult even for mule carts to pass, let alone horse carriages.

Zhou Qinghe followed the others out. Everything outside was ready. He changed into a set of tattered clothes and received the confession prepared for him by Li Qilang.

He took the shopping carriage out, then pretended to be down and out and came in from the southwest gate and went straight to the poor house.

The people in the South Outer City are not well-off. Unlike the people in the Inner City, their lives are extremely tight. If there is a disaster year, some people will starve to death.

So when it snowed, the rich families in the city would come out to give porridge to the people out of pity. However, the porridge could only provide a solution to the problem of food and clothing, not to keep out the cold.

The prison for the poor was built with funds from the government, which was well-intentioned. But who would have thought that it would actually enrich the pockets of corrupt officials.

Zhou Qinghe had never been to the slum, let alone seen someone kneeling in the snow, wearing thin clothes, with his skin and flesh swollen from the cold, begging a fat constable in gray-blue clothes.

Everyone around me looked pale and thin. Some families could afford to wear cotton-padded clothes, while others only had a pair of straw sandals.

He knelt down and begged the constable to find a way to rebuild the poorhouse as soon as possible.

But more people, with numb faces, dug out usable wood from the ruins and pieced it together by themselves.

How could the police care about the reconstruction of the poor? But the black-hearted man had an idea:

"We don't know when the government will send us money, so you guys just make do with what you can. It's already spring, and the cold won't kill you. You can just endure it and it will pass."

"It's not like going to the street corner to buy two pounds of meat. How can it be spent so quickly?"

"If you can't make a living, go to a pawnbroker and get yourself a bond. You have hands and feet, so there will always be someone who will buy you, especially... those pretty girls here, each of them is worth a good price. If you sell a few of them, it will be enough for you to repair your house."