I'm already dressed like a fool, what's wrong with taking the regent into the bridal chamb

[ps: The heroine treated the hero to dinner. ]

After the negotiation was completed, Feng Junxiao asked, "What other potions do you have?"

She said: "I don't know, but it can cure most common diseases."

Feng Junxiao was obviously not satisfied with this answer and asked again, "How are Master and Disciple Chang Baicao doing with you?"

"Xiao Chang will have a higher talent."

She gave a relatively pertinent answer after careful consideration. "Wang Yi is young after all. While he's a bit better than Xiao Chang in some areas, he's generally not as good as his master."

Feng Yunxiao nodded and said, "The flood in Jiangnan is severe. So far, there are too many people suffering, and the local doctors are unable to treat them all. There are also some with complicated illnesses. Let Wang Yi go."

"So it's someone he wants."

Wen Qingzhi reacted, quickly weighing the pros and cons in her mind, and asked directly: "What is the disaster situation?"

"Everyone in the two cities was killed. The autumn harvest was not harvested in time, and all the crops rotted in the fields, leaving no harvest. Houses were damaged and most of the livestock died."

Hearing this, Wen Qingzhi frowned, "According to what the Regent said, the disaster should have started a long time ago. Why did you keep it secret and report it only now?"

After she finished speaking, a possibility flashed through her mind, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

Feng Junxiao saw it and sneered, "What else do you think it could be?"

He stretched his muscles a few times, picked up the wine glass, shook it a few times, and took a sip.

There were still wine stains on his lips. He lowered his eyes and looked at the surging liquid in the wine glass. "Those two cities are basically under the control of the aristocratic families. The officials protect each other. No one cares about the lives of the people."

Things like floods don't happen in a day. To reach the level that Feng Yunxiao described, it would take at least ten days or half a month.

As a senior official, when you see a bad situation, you should deal with it as soon as possible, at least report it and handle it as an emergency.

However, it was more than half a month after the flood that news reached the capital...

Suddenly, she looked at Feng Yunxiao and asked, "The Regent should have known about this a long time ago, right?"

Feng Junxiao paused while shaking the wine glass and glanced at her. "Do you know how? So what if you don't know?"

Yeah, what can we do?

In the struggle between bigwigs, the people are just pawns, and no one cares about their life or death.

After a long while, Wen Qingzhi finally asked him, "Why did the Regent want to get involved in this mess?"

'Crackling'

The candle flame nearby exploded and was about to burn out.

Lin Lang was about to change the candlelight when Wen Qingzhi stopped him.

She slowly stood up and tightened her cloak. "It's getting cold, and it's almost time to finish dinner. Prince Regent, please go back early and don't freeze yourself."

After saying that, she bowed and turned to leave.

As she was about to pass the gate, Feng Junxiao's voice, which was unclear in his emotions, came from behind her, "No one cares about their life or death..."

Wen Qingzhi stopped and looked back at him.

The candlelight added a touch of color to him.

His voice was light and sounded a little drunken: "This king cares."

"..."

"Even if the King of Hell wants their lives, he must ask my permission first."

'clatter'

Just like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, creating ripples, Wen Qingzhi's heart, which was as calm as the water, also began to stir up waves.

It took a long time until Chunyu reminded Wen Qingzhi that she came to her senses and turned away.

Back in the room, Chunyu stirred the charcoal stove twice to make the charcoal fire burn more vigorously.

"Girl, have a cup of ginger tea to warm yourself up."

Wen Qingzhi took the ginger tea and took a sip.

The spicy taste stimulated her taste buds, making her think of what Feng Junxiao had just said.

She handed the cup to Chunyu, and inadvertently saw the red charcoal fire in the stove, and was distracted for a moment.

“Spring rain.”

She said, "Uncle Wang said a while ago that we should prepare more charcoal. Is it ready?"

Chunyu nodded, "I've prepared a thousand pounds, which should be enough."

For some reason, Wen Qingzhi always felt uneasy.

She said, "Tomorrow, have Uncle Wang go find a larger farm outside the city and buy it. And prepare some charcoal there. We don't need too much gold and silver charcoal, just two thousand pounds. Ordinary charcoal, as much as you can."

"Also, have all the rice, flour, grain, and oil been moved back?"

"Yes, young lady, they've all been moved back. They're placed in a spare room in the mansion. I caught a few cats to guard them, fearing they might attract mice."

"Ah."

Wen Qingzhi nodded, "Those cats...don't let them starve. After all, they're working too."

"Yes, don't worry! I feed them twice a day. My maid said we can't feed them too much, otherwise they won't catch mice!"

"Okay, you figure it out."

She felt a little uneasy after the Jiangnan flood incident and Uncle Wang and the others saying that it was cold too early this year and the previous few heavy snowfalls were rare in recent years.

"Don't let the matter of grain and oil in the mansion spread out. If something really happens, I'm afraid people will keep it in mind."

"Yes, the servant understands."

"Let's prepare a few more sets of cotton-padded clothes. There are few servants in the mansion, so the expenses won't be too high. In the small mountain village, we can prepare more cotton and cloth. Use cotton cloth for underwear and coarse cloth for cotton-padded clothes. This will save costs and allow us to prepare a few more sets."

Another thing is to deal with Fang Qingbai's surprise attack. If Fang Qingbai and the others see that the people in the small mountain village are well fed and well dressed, how can they sympathize with them?

"Don't worry, I'll make arrangements early in the morning."

"Now go."

Wen Qingzhi urged, "I'm a little nervous, not knowing what will happen. Tell Uncle Wang about this now and have him arrange it tomorrow morning. Prioritize charcoal, and remind the small village to buy food. Send over a hundred taels of silver first."

"Yes, slave, go right away."

They had been back for about half a month. It was the first time Chunyu saw Wen Qingzhi so flustered. He didn't dare to delay and went to do it immediately.

After the spring rain left, Wen Qingzhi lay down in bed and wrapped herself tightly, but she still felt cold.

Even with the charcoal fire burning so vigorously, she still feels cold. What about those who don’t have charcoal fire?

As I was thinking about it, I felt sleepy and fell asleep quickly.

Wen Qingzhi tossed and turned all night and woke up several times.

Chunyu said, "Girl, are you cold?"

She came in with her clothes on and made the charcoal fire burn brighter. "It's snowing outside. I checked several times and it's getting heavier. There's already a thick layer of snow outside."

"is it?"

She curled herself into a ball and asked, "How's Little Stone?"

"Mr. Chang is watching and says everything is fine. He's taking all the medicines you told him to take on time. He also said he'll give him the IV drip tomorrow on time."

Chunyu didn't understand what hanging water meant, so he thought it was a kind of medicine.

"That's good."

She nodded. "It's cold, so if you're too weak to do that tomorrow, let's add some charcoal to the fire. Add two pots of charcoal to Little Stone's room. And let Chunlu be smart and open the window a little outside to avoid being poisoned again."

"Yes, don't worry, I will arrange it."

Chunyu tucked the quilt for her worriedly and said, "Go to sleep quickly. If there's anything, we can talk about it tomorrow."

"Um……"

Wen Qingzhi closed her eyes and fell asleep again after a while.