The daughter of the first wife grew up in the countryside and was extremely powerful

The portraits and information of unmarried noble ladies in the capital had been sent to the Marquis' Mansion, so Gu had no choice but to concentrate and select carefully.

After struggling for a while, Meng Qiaoming finally couldn't help it. He took two servants and some silver, sneaked out of the mansion, and hired a carriage to go to the third prince's fiefdom.

By the time everyone in the Marquis' Mansion noticed it, two full days had already passed.

When this news reached Meng Qingwen's ears, he instantly became furious, and his face, which was usually serious, was now distorted by anger.

He didn't care about the old lady and concubines present, and scolded and blamed Gu in front of them.

Seeing this, the old lady hurriedly tried to dissuade them, and immediately sent her family servants to lead a dozen well-trained guards, riding on horses and galloping away, hoping to catch up with those who left first as soon as possible.

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that this action would not cause any disaster that was difficult to deal with.

However, on the third day after Meng Qiaoming ran away from home, the sky over Kyoto was suddenly covered by thick dark clouds, followed by a torrential downpour.

The capital city, which had been suffering from drought for more than two months, finally welcomed the long-awaited rain.

The rain fell heavily on the ground, as if to wash away the dust and fatigue that had accumulated in the city for a long time.

The people in the streets and alleys looked at this timely rain, and their faces were filled with ecstatic smiles.

They cheered and ran around to tell each other, celebrating this rare and nourishing moment.

However, Gu Fanchu, who was in this joyful atmosphere, knew very well that this short-lived joy would probably not last long.

She stared worriedly at the pouring rain outside the window, her heart heavy as if a huge rock was pressing on it.

After the crops were planted in the spring, there was very little rain. This rare drought caused severe damage to the seedlings in many areas.

What’s more serious is that the continuous drought has prevented the seedlings from growing.

At this time, although the surviving ears of grain are almost mature, their overall number has been greatly reduced and their quality is uneven.

It can be predicted that the grain harvest in the north will be greatly reduced this year, and most areas are likely to face the dilemma of disasters.

According to common sense, local officials should have reported the actual situation of local grain to the court truthfully when the disaster first appeared.

In this way, the imperial court could take timely countermeasures, allocate materials, and organize manpower to carry out drought relief work.

Unfortunately, some officials chose to conceal the matter for fear of punishment from the emperor.

They are taking chances and trying to evade responsibility by glossing over the situation.

As time went by, the harvest season finally arrived.

As expected, because the early disaster was deliberately covered up, the famine problem suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption.

The people were unable to get enough food and their lives were in extreme hardship.

In desperation, a large number of victims could only march forward along the official road leading to the capital, and finally arrived at the feet of the emperor.

It was not until then that the emperor, who had been kept in the dark, finally woke up and learned that this disaster was caused by both natural and man-made disasters.

For a time, the whole country fell into chaos and panic.

It seems that it was from this incident that the emperor's health began to deteriorate and has never improved.

In her previous life, Pei Qing'an stayed in the capital, and she happily married him and worked tirelessly to assist him with all her strength.

Coupled with the strong support of the General's Mansion, the emperor valued him more and more, and his status in the court also increased day by day.

However, in this life, Pei Qing'an is no longer in the capital. So will the emperor still be in poor health like in his previous life?

If the emperor's health really collapses, who will eventually ascend to the supreme throne, the crown prince or the fifth prince?

Thinking of this, Gu Fanchu couldn't help feeling confused.

At the same time, heavy rain has been pouring down for five or six days, with no sign of stopping.

Faced with such severe weather, Gu Fanchu made a prompt decision and ordered everyone in Xuanyuetang to divide the large amount of food and thick cotton clothes that had been prepared long ago into several batches and transport them out of the city.

In order to avoid attracting other people's attention, they acted under the guise of doing business and spent a lot of money to block the news and conceal their tracks.

All these supplies were temporarily placed in a farm outside the city.

At this moment, Zhuangzi also delivered a timely message, telling Gu Fanchu that the things she urgently needed were almost completed, and she was just waiting for the time to have time to take a look.

Because of the continuous heavy rain, the sky and the earth seemed to be covered by a curtain of water, the roads became muddy, and travel was extremely inconvenient.

Gu Fanchu had no choice but to stay in her own yard and sew her own dowry out of boredom.

In fact, Gu Fanchu was extremely reluctant in his heart.

Because whether in her previous life or this life, she had never been exposed to the craft of women's work.

For her, hunting in the mountains and shooting arrows might be easier, but when she faced the slender and small embroidery needle, she always felt that it was difficult to control it no matter what.

But my aunt was firm about this and would never allow her to slack off or be lazy in the slightest.

Not only that, her aunt also specially arranged someone to look after her to ensure that she could embroider the dowry herself.

In this way, the entire long morning passed. Gu Fanchu tried his best, but the colorful patterns that were supposed to appear did not appear as much as expected.

Instead, her delicate fingers were ruthlessly pierced with countless small holes in the constant "confrontation" with the embroidery needle.

Just when Gu Fanchu was feeling upset, a spy hurried over and brought news about Meng Qiaoming.

When Gu Fanchu heard the news, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly threw aside the crooked and horrible handkerchief in his hand, as if it were a hot potato.

Then, she hurriedly put on a coat, strode out with hurried and somewhat messy steps, and shouted loudly:

"Let the spy in!"

In fact, as early as the moment Meng Qiaoming stepped out of the mansion gate, Gu Fanchu had already sent people to closely monitor his every move.

After all, based on the affectionate look Meng Qiaoming usually gave Meng Hewan, and the fact that they already had a substantial relationship, Gu Fanchu knew that this man would never give up easily and would definitely take action.

As expected, Meng Qiaoming's trip did not disappoint her.