The wives of the concubines are empresses

Seeing his concubine's solemn and helpless expression, Mu Xiuchang sighed in his heart, thinking that life was indeed difficult for ordinary people.

"My Lord..." Concubine Wu stretched out her hand to interrupt what he was about to say.

"I know what you want to say. Let's do our best." Only in this way can I feel worthy of myself and the emperor's trust. At this time, I don't know what the emperor is doing.

Liu Cheng saw Concubine Wu wearing a mask in front of him and hurried forward.

"Noble Consort Wu, side concubine."

Zhengzhou Xing looked up and saw that it was Liu Cheng, and quickly reminded him.

"Lord, it's Eunuch Liu. I'm sure the Emperor has some instructions."

Concubine Wu looked at Liu Cheng who was walking towards her: "Hello, Eunuch Liu, who is this?"

"The Emperor said this wine should be used for those with a low-grade fever. The instructions are in this letter."

Concubine Wu took the letter, her brows furrowed for a moment, then relaxed.

"Okay, let's try."

I didn’t expect that alcohol has a certain disinfecting effect. That’s great.

In the imperial study of the palace, a man in black knelt on one knee to report what he had found.

"Didn't find the master?"

“Never.”

Shangguan Wanjun sighed: Master, where have you been?

It was no use asking the master for help, as he had disappeared and could not be found.

"Go to Fushou Palace." Go find the Queen Mother and see what she says.

Inside the Fushou Palace, the Empress Dowager Donggong kept pressing the beads of the Buddhist prayer beads one by one, chanting scriptures in her heart.

"The Emperor has arrived!" The sudden announcement startled her. Looking at Shangguan Wanjun in a plain blue dress, she curled the corners of her lips slightly.

"Why is the emperor here today?"

"My son, I send my regards to my mother."

The Empress Dowager of the Eastern Palace hurried forward to help her up: "Please stand up quickly, and ask the Emperor to serve tea."

"Thank you, Queen Mother. I came to you today to discuss the refugees and the plague."

"What does the emperor say?"

"I am young and know very little about what I have heard. I would like to know your mother's opinion on these matters."

The Empress Dowager of the Eastern Palace smiled and said, "Plagues have indeed occurred several times before, but I'm afraid I can't remember the specific details."

"That's good enough. Mother, you might as well talk to me about the past." She wanted to see if she could gain something.

The Empress Dowager of the Eastern Palace tried hard to recall the story, and Shangguan Wanjun listened very carefully, afraid of missing any important information.

"This is what happened. Is there any useful information?" She also hoped to give her daughter some help. After all, she was really too tired recently. She didn't even dare to go to the front court to see her for fear of disturbing her in handling government affairs.

"I haven't figured it out yet, but maybe it will be useful later."

The Empress Dowager Donggong held her delicate hand and patted it gently: "Take good care of yourself. Only with good health can you have more time."

She hopes that her daughter can live a long and peaceful life and become a benevolent king. This can be regarded as a big test from God for her.

"Mother, please rest first. I will go back home today and come to see you again later."

The Empress Dowager Donggong smiled gently and lovingly and nodded: "Go."

Watching her slender figure disappear, the Empress Dowager Donggong felt a little uncomfortable.

"The prince has lost a lot of weight, and his little hands feel like they have no flesh on them." She felt a little distressed as a mother, but she didn't dare to say it directly in front of her, for fear that she would worry even more.

"Yes, Queen Mother."

"Go and inform the Imperial Kitchen that they must prepare lighter meals for the Emperor, and avoid spicy and greasy food."

"Yes, Queen Mother."

On the way back to the palace, Shangguan Wanjun refused to ride in a sedan chair, choosing instead to walk. She'd been sitting around handling government affairs for so long that her butt was stiff and sore. It was time to stretch her body.

Minglan was afraid that she was too worried, so she comforted her softly, "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry. Everything will work out in the end."

"I'm only doing what I can at the moment, but sometimes things go as planned, and there are always unexpected events. Natural disasters are beyond human control, but man-made ones are truly excessive."

So many lives are being lost, and they are still dying every day. Whether they are refugees or ordinary people in and outside the capital, they are all in fear.

More than 20 days have passed since the incident happened. The biggest gain is that everyone is doing their own work in an orderly manner, each doing their own job, which is a comforting thing.

The porridge shed organized by Lianhua began to change the refugees' meals every day according to the standard of one dish and one soup (one meat and one vegetable).

The refugees found that there were dishes, soup and brown rice today. The soup was tomato and egg soup, which was considered a semi-meat dish. There were also cold potato slices and brown rice with coarse corn kernels, mung beans and red dates. The refugees lined up in a long queue.

"I'll eat better today."

"There's also egg soup."

The refugees were so surprised that they swallowed their saliva one after another, and they were almost overwhelmed by the fragrance of the egg drop soup in the air.

One refugee tried to take a sip, but it was so hot he couldn't bear to spit it out.

"It's really egg drop soup." My God, they haven't had egg drop soup for a long time.

With lunch ready, the refugees were looking forward to dinner.

"What do you think we're going to eat tonight?"

"do not know."

"Look, they are starting to cook over there." Upon hearing this, the refugees ran over and saw that soup was stewing. There was a distinct aroma of meat and bones wafting out. Everyone suspected that they were hallucinating.

"Why do I smell the fragrance of bones?"

"Yes, I smelled it too."

Seeing the refugees voluntarily lining up in long queues, the busy people felt a pang of sadness in their hearts.

"As the master ordered, make soup for everyone first and let them all taste it."

The refugees were delighted when they heard this.

"Thank you."

"What a nice guy."

The others who were distributing porridge were stunned. The refugees' food was getting better and better.

Looking at the side dishes they cooked, everyone was surprised and the refugees became excited again.

“That’s a carrot.”

"Look, there are still dried vegetables in the bone soup pot."

"What's that?"

"They look like dried beans."

"Why are there potatoes in there again?"

"What do you care about? Just eat."

"makes sense."

Shangguan Wanjun was worried about the refugees and the people inside and outside the city, and she sent people to check on them and report back to her at regular intervals every day.

"Your Majesty, lunch and dinner are being prepared according to the standard at the city gates."

Shangguan Wanjun felt a little relieved after hearing the report. It must have been hard for the refugees to eat the porridge for so long.

The refugees couldn't help crying as they ate the hot dinner.

"I never thought that one day we would be able to eat such delicious food. God has not abandoned us."

As time passed, the refugees' health improved, and the number of people suffering from the plague decreased. When Shangguan Wanjun learned about this, she smiled sincerely for the first time in a long time.

"Okay, okay, we must pay more attention to all aspects. We must not let the opportunity we have finally recovered from this setback be allowed to return to the past."

She thought that tomorrow morning's court should issue some policies to benefit the people and allow them to return home one after another. The number of people was so large that no matter how much food the capital had, it would not be able to support such a large population.