The Journey of Immortality of the Peerless Medical Concubine

Hearing the voice, Wen Liuli quickly turned around and saw a middle-aged man in official robes slowly walking towards her.

"Master Lin!"

Seeing the person coming, Wen Liuli smiled and then spoke slowly.

The person who came was the former Qingping County Magistrate, now the third-rank Chief Censor Lin Xiangzhao.

"Your humble servant greets the princess."

Seeing that it was Wen Liuli, Lin Xiangzhao was visibly stunned, then quickly bowed and saluted.

"No need to be so polite. Lord Lin, are you going to the morning court?"

"That's right. Just now, I heard your Majesty reciting a poem and was touched. I thought I could have such an insight and wanted to make friends with you. I didn't expect that it was your Majesty who was writing the poem."

"Haha, this poem was not written by me, but by a senior. I am just sighing."

Smiling, Wen Liuli said slowly.

The title of this poem is "The Charcoal Seller" and it was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. However, Wen Liuli was inspired by the situation and simply memorized the poem.

"Oh? I wonder who this senior poet is? I would like to make his acquaintance."

"Hehe, he's passed away."

"That's such a shame!"

Hearing this, a trace of regret appeared on Lin Xiangzhao's face. Although the poem was relatively simple, the truth contained in it was worth pondering.

Especially the last sentence of Wen Liuli: "Poor man, his clothes are thin, he is worried about the low price of charcoal and hopes for cold weather." The thin clothes on his body naturally hope for warm weather, but the charcoal seller puts all his hopes of solving the problem of food and clothing on the money he earns from selling charcoal, so he is worried about the low price of charcoal and hopes for cold weather. When he is shivering with cold, he hopes for colder weather.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Xiangzhao bowed to Wen Liuli again. It was obvious that he did not believe what Wen Liuli said that the poem was written by a predecessor. Where could there be so many predecessors in this world?

Lin Xiangzhao regarded Wen Liuli's words as an excuse for Wen Liuli to keep a low profile.

After all, if such a good poem was written by someone else, why had Lin Xiangzhao, who was well-read in poetry and literature, not heard of it?

"Your Majesty, I have to attend the morning court, so I will take my leave now."

"Master Lin, take care."

With a smile, Wen Liuli watched Lin Xiangzhao slowly disappear from her sight, and there was something slightly strange in the way she looked at Lin Xiangzhao.

Lin Xiangzhao was a third-rank Chief Censor. Although the salary he received from the court was not particularly high, it was not too little either.

But the clothes on this guy were obviously not that warm, just slightly thicker than those of ordinary people.

What impressed Wen Liuli the most was the pair of shoes on his feet. In this cold winter, almost all other officials wore waterproof and cold-resistant leather boots, but Lin Xiangzhao was wearing a pair of thin cloth shoes, which had been soaked by the snow. Wen Liuli felt her feet getting cold just by looking at them.

When did the imperial court become so poor? A third-rank official couldn't even afford leather boots?

Although we know that Lin Xiangzhao has always been an honest official, and his position as Chief Censor was recommended by Tang Tianyu, no matter how honest he is, he can't be so poor, right?

After secretly making a note of this matter in her heart, Wen Liuli decided to ask Yun Yin to investigate it thoroughly after returning. Wen Liuli had a good impression of Lin Xiangzhao, so if she could help in some way, she would naturally not be stingy.

"Uncle, how much do you sell this charcoal for?"

After Lin Xiangzhao left, Wen Liuli slowly walked towards the charcoal seller, and without paying any attention to the black charcoal, he grabbed a piece and asked the old man.

"Miss, my charcoal is ten cents a pound. If you buy a lot, I can give you a discount."

"Ten cents?"

Hearing this, Wen Liuli was shocked. You know, charcoal is not wood. It is much lighter than wood. A pound of wood may not be a very big piece, but a pound of charcoal is definitely a very large bag.

Looking at the entire cart of the old man, it only weighs about three or four hundred kilograms.

Don't underestimate these three or four hundred kilograms of charcoal. If you want to burn it, you will probably need several thousand kilograms of wood to burn it.

She knew that carbon was cheap, but she didn't expect it to be so cheap.

"Old man, I will give you ten taels of silver to buy your cart of charcoal. Can you help me deliver the charcoal to the Wuwang Palace?"

"this......"

Hearing this, the charcoal seller was stunned. A whole cart? This cart only weighs about 300 to 400 kilograms. At most, 4 taels of silver would be enough. You're giving too much.

Seeing the old man hesitating, Wen Liuli shook his head with a wry smile, then reached out and took a silver ingot from the steward's hand and handed it to the charcoal seller.

"Thank...thank...thank you ma'am!"

After receiving the silver, the old man's eyes were immediately filled with tears. He had never thought that his cart of charcoal could be worth so much silver. You know, it was ten taels of silver, enough for their family to get through the whole winter.

"You're welcome. Prince Wu's Palace is just ahead. Thank you for your help."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Wiping the tears from his face with his black clothes, the old man looked at Wen Liuli and thanked her repeatedly.

Watching the old man slowly leaving, Wen Liuli sighed repeatedly, lamenting the unfairness of this world, where some people have fine clothes and delicious food, while others can't even afford to eat and wear.

And this is the imperial city. I really don’t know what other places will be like. For a moment, Wen Liuli also felt that this cold winter was not beautiful.

After buying several carts of charcoal, Wen Liuli brought Cuizhu and the steward to Zhuyue Restaurant.

"Boss! How come you have time to come here today?"

When the shopkeeper saw Wen Liuli coming in, he was obviously stunned. He hadn't seen his boss for a long time. It can be said that except for the few times when Wen Liuli came when the shop first opened, she was a hands-off shopkeeper at other times. Any matters were almost always conveyed by the girl next to her.

And today she not only came, but also came so early. You know, even when the store opened, Wen Liuli had never come so early.

"Haha, you got up early. I came to see you for nothing. Please bring me three trays of steamed buns and three bowls of hot porridge. I'm still hungry."

"Yes."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper bowed quickly. He didn't know Wen Liuli's identity before and thought she was just a lady from a wealthy family. It was not until later that he found out that Wen Liuli was the famous Princess Wu that the shopkeeper was left with only respect for Wen Liuli.

You know, in terms of status and position, the Princess Wu is no less famous than the Queen, both of them are big shots.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have thought that one day he would work under Princess Wu.

At the same time, on the other side, Tang Zhentian wrapped in a thick cloak slowly sat on the dragon throne. The snow came too suddenly. When he woke up, the magnificent palace was already covered with snow. Even with his master-level cultivation, he could still feel the chill.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

With the arrival of Tang Zhentian, all the civil and military officials knelt down together, and a distant sound was heard in the Taiji Hall.

"Everyone is safe!"

After exhaling two breaths of hot air into his palms, Tang Zhentian said slowly.

As his words fell, all the civil and military officials in the Taiji Hall stood up from the ground.

"My dear ministers, the weather has suddenly changed. Please keep warm and don't catch a cold."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty!"

"Well, if you have something to do, get up. If not, go home. Don't freeze yourself in this cold weather."

Normally, Tang Zhentian is actually quite enthusiastic about attending court, after all, state affairs are important.

But today he really had no thoughts in mind, and he could even clearly feel a stream of fresh air flowing through his nose. He had also made plans to ask Xu Mugong to make him some warming medicine after the court session.

There was no way. The emperor was only a human being. The Tai Chi Hall was extremely empty. Although there were many people, the door was open and the cold wind blew directly into Tang Zhentian's face. Anyone who came here would not be able to bear it.

I don’t know who designed this hall. I wonder if anyone considered the feelings of the person sitting on the dragon throne.

"Your Majesty, a sudden snowstorm hit the city last night, and many houses in the city were crushed by the snow. The same is true in the imperial city. I am afraid that the people of the world are having trouble sleeping and eating!"

Just as Tang Zhentian finished speaking, Su Zhengyang slowly stood up. He was also shivering from the cold, but he knew that it was cold enough here, so how cold would it be for the people in the world?

If it is not dealt with in time, I am afraid that many people will freeze to death in their homes this winter.

"Is there such a thing?"

Hearing this, Tang Zhentian's eyelids jumped. He knew that it snowed heavily last night, but he didn't expect that even the house would collapse.

This is only the first snow, I'm afraid this winter will be a cold one.

"Your Majesty, when I came here, I also saw houses collapsed, and some people were buried in the snow. The Imperial City was also affected by the snowstorm, and I'm afraid the surrounding cities are even worse."

Speaking of this, another person stood up, bowed to the dragon throne, and then spoke slowly.

Hearing this, Tang Zhentian's brows immediately wrinkled into a "川" shape. He naturally thought of this point. When God sends snow, it will not just fall in one place. The snow in the imperial city is relatively solid, and if other cities are as large as the imperial city, I am afraid that more people will be harmed by this disaster.

"Do you have any good ideas, my dear ministers?"

Knowing that the situation was urgent, Tang Zhentian no longer felt cold and quickly looked down and asked.

"Your Majesty, I believe that the first thing to do is to survey the disaster and confirm the scope of the disaster, and then supplement it with relief measures to shock the people."

Just as Tang Zhentian finished speaking, Su Zhengyang walked up slowly and then spoke slowly.

He was thinking about this when he came here. At present, we don’t even know the disaster situation in various places, so how can we talk about disaster relief?

At present, everyone is just guessing, but we have to do it. Sometimes if we can discover it early, we can often solve it early and save more lives.