The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 312 The gloomy and violent little emperor vs the bright and charming foreign dancer
In the summer of the third year of Jingming, there was a severe drought in the world.

After the winter, there was not a drop of rain in the whole spring. In summer, the sun became stronger and stronger, but the water in the ditches and ponds became less and less, and the rice that had been planted for a spring dried up one after another.

Fu Wan also realized that it hadn't rained for a long time, but she didn't know what was going on outside.

No matter how hard the sun is outside, Fu Wan can still use the ice basin and eat chilled fruits every day.

Fu Wan had never experienced drought years, so he couldn't imagine the scene outside.

She soaked a pot of silver needles for Zhao Yuan as usual, and walked through the red-painted corridors with the white porcelain from the official kiln with her own hands, until she walked outside Zhao Yuan's hall, went in, and opened the bead curtain.

Zhao Yuan's face was ugly, he pushed the memorial in his hand, and cursed angrily: "It's unreasonable!"

Fu Wan walked over and put the teapot beside Zhao Yuan, then bent down to pick up a memorial at his feet.Fu Wan opened it and looked at it. Fortunately, the original owner was literate, so Fu Wan managed to understand the contents of the memorial.

According to the above, folk songs began to be sung, saying that the king had lost his virtue, so heaven sent a heavy punishment.

Fu Wan is also suffering from drought, but it's useless to worry, she won't rain.Looking at Zhao Yuan's gloomy face, he grinned and said, "Didn't you say that I have no talent or virtue? You see, they also said that you have mediocre virtue. It seems that we are really a good match."

Zhao Yuan was sullen for a while, and couldn't help but look up at Fu Wan, who had a brisk face.

The depression in his heart disappeared unconsciously.

Fu Wan poured him a bowl of iced tea, Zhao Yuan took it and drank it down.Fu Wan casually flipped through the rest of the memorials, all of which were saying that some people in various places began to spread the propaganda of fooling the king and harming the country.

Let him start writing his own edict to pray to heaven for rain.

Fu Wan thought about it.

Zhao Yuan snatched the memorial from Fu Wan's hand, and a sneer appeared on his lips, "I will decree that those who speak falsely about the monarch will be sent to prison."

"Your Majesty!" Fu Wan snatched the memorial in his hand and glared at him, "If you continue like this, the name of the faint king will probably spread to the mountains!" He was already cruel enough, how many people in the capital It is all arranged that he is a tyrant, and if this continues, it will be considered broken.

——I can't afford to fall.

Zhao Yuan looked at Fu Wan with bloodshot eyes, and a sneer appeared on his lips, "What's the problem?"

"The concubine doesn't want them to say that about His Majesty." Fu Wan immediately shunned the young man who was laughing angrily, "The concubine hopes that they will respect His Majesty, not make up His Majesty."

The little tyrant looked at Fu Wan with lowered eyebrows, and lazily said: "I don't care whether they respect me or hate me."

Just as Fu Wan was about to speak, the little tyrant added, "If you upset me, I will kill them."

Fu Wan: Yes, this speech is very villainous.

She picked out a grape from the ice basin, and began to peel herself slowly. While peeling, she squinted at the little tyrant, who looked at her with some displeasure, as if asking her why she didn't come out with honest words at this time.

Fu Wan thought that he wanted to eat grapes but was too shy to say so, so he brought the peeled and frozen grapes to his mouth.

The little tyrant glanced at the grape in Fu Wan's hand in a strange way, and then ate the grape condescendingly, licked the juice from the corner of his lips, and then looked at Fu Wan contentedly.

Fu Wan didn't know why, but felt strange in his heart.

Zhao Yuan stretched out his hand and patted Fu Wan's forehead, and suddenly smiled, "Come out of the palace with me for a walk."

Fu Wan: "?"

The other party looked at the cascading roof outside the hall with a half-smile, and the clouds were shining brightly in the sky.Fu Wan didn't care about going out of the palace, but Zhao Yuan said, then go out, it's as simple as that.

Fu Wan thought about it and nodded, "Okay."

The two left as soon as they said they would, Zhao Yuan changed into a black cloth in a short while, Fu Wan's skin was too seductive, Fu Wan had no choice but to change into a dusty clothes for himself.

Even so, when she stood up, she was still too conspicuous.

Fortunately, Zhao Yuan has a good appearance, even in commoner clothes, he still looks very noble, and the two of them stand together very harmoniously.Both of them glanced dissatisfied at each other's attire, then turned their heads and slipped out through the corner door.

Outside, the ancient road raised yellow dust all over the sky, all the dead trees were peeled off, and there were children sitting on the ground beside the road with grass inserted.

Many refugees crowded into the narrow street corners with scant clothing.

Fu Wan was afraid to look at these people, but everyone looked at her and Zhao Yuan directly.There is no other reason, the skin color of the two is fair and even, and although the clothes are not very good, there are no patches.

It looks like he can afford to eat.

Fu Wan secretly felt that something was wrong, and sure enough, a hand grabbed Fu Wan's ankle, stretched out a hungry head that was almost skinny, raised his face, a pair of eyes that were extraordinarily large because of his disfigured face, stared straight at him. He looked at Fu Wan intently, "Please, give me a bite to eat."

When Fu Wan was watched by him, a chill came from behind his back, and he felt that it was particularly pervasive.

But looking at his thin arm that was almost broken, Fu Wan subconsciously took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake brought from the palace from her sleeve.

However, before she had time to take out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, countless hands stretched out and rushed towards Fu Wan, drowning the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Fu Wan's hand in an instant.

All the refugees rushed towards Fu Wan, trying to grab the only piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

They roared like vicious dogs and swallowed violently, like a group of beasts whose humanity was completely devoid of humanity.

Immediately, the osmanthus cake was snatched by a refugee, and he stuffed it into his mouth almost subconsciously. Countless hands stuffed it into his mouth, but he didn't have time to chew it, so he swallowed it down his throat.

It's just that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is a bit dry, let alone such a big piece.

The person who ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was choked and tried to retch, gulping down the saliva-filled sweet-scented osmanthus cake.Seeing this scene, everyone rushed over, trying to get the sweet-scented osmanthus cake out of the man's throat.

But more people rushed towards Fu Wan and surrounded Fu Wan and Zhao Yuan at once.

Fu Wan secretly scolded himself for being stupid, but immediately said: "There is no more sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

After finishing speaking, she turned over her pipa sleeves, showing her empty sleeves.But the eyes of everyone looking at her still did not change, they looked at her directly, as if they were looking at food.

Fu Wan pulled Zhao Yuan up and ran outside.

Before an emergency, Fu Wan's brain is always unreliable.

But it was very dangerous now, so she suddenly understood that she and Zhao Yuan themselves represented the capital.As long as they catch them, they are not far from the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

So, if I'm not mistaken, they want to—

(End of this chapter)