Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 1945 We Are Really Fleeing Famine, Not Bandits (227)

In the imperial palace of the capital thousands of miles away, the old emperor, who was over fifty at this time, was also very sad.

In the past six months, the border in the north was unstable. The old emperor who had been guarding the west had suddenly turned his back on the King of the North.

He also had to arrange to suppress the rebels, to provide disaster relief, and to send imperial physicians to the south to prevent the epidemic, and to suppress the thoughtful ministers in the court. He was so busy that he could only sleep for two hours a day. .

However, the older princes below only cared about fighting for power and profit, formed cliques for personal gain, ignored the people at all, and didn't know how to sympathize with him as an old man.

The only good and honest nephew finally came back, but he was seriously poisoned, and there was still a lot of trouble at home, so he didn't dare to make him tired anymore.

He also thought about setting up a crown prince, or even passing on the throne, but none of these older sons was suitable.

All of them are ambitious, ambitious, but not worthy of morality, or are ruthless, regard human life as worthless, have no people in their hearts, or are indecisive, fearful of tigers and wolves.

There wasn't a suitable one.

He was afraid that his succession would directly destroy the entire country.

In a newly renovated mansion near the imperial palace, Ji Mochen was lazily sitting on the side of the couch, reading a book absently.

"Wu Yi."

"master."

Wu Yi in black appeared in the room silently.

Ji Mochen threw away the book in his hand a little annoyed, and raised his head with slightly frowned eyebrows, "Where is he?"

"Look at it, and send some food and water over there."

Wu Yi was taken aback for a moment, then he understood who the master was talking about.

Just as he was about to answer, a white dove suddenly flew over and landed by the window.

Wu Yi walked over quietly, skillfully took the small bamboo tube from Baige's leg, and pulled out the rolled paper inside.

Quickly scanned the content on the paper, slightly taken aback.

"Master, it's the news from the sixth son."

There was a hint of eagerness in Ji Mochen's eyes, "How is it? Where is he? You are not injured!"

Now the outside is so chaotic, there are refugees with green eyes from hunger everywhere, he really wants to send someone over there, and bring them back directly.

But I also know that if you do this, the little girl will definitely be angry.

Annoyed her, let alone detoxify him, he probably slipped away quietly.

Where will he find someone then?
Wu Shang didn't notice any abnormality on the paper, walked over, and handed the note to the master, "Lao Liu sent back the news that Ms. Qiao is safe and full of energy, but..."

"However, the sixth guess is that Ms. Qiao is going to snatch... ahem, suppress the bandits."

What the sixth child heard was that Ms. Qiao and her little friends were going to fetch the Heifeng village, and robbed them of their money and food instead.

It is said that they had a lively discussion, and Ms. Qiao also had her eyes on the fabric in the bandit's lair and wanted to make some beautiful dresses.

So... Master, what you are worried about, such as being hungry, is completely impossible to appear.

From his point of view, those who offend Miss Xiao Qiao, and those brigands, will be in trouble.

Ji Mochen read the contents of the note slowly, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He remembered the first time, the little girl's eyes were shining, and she wanted to pounce on them to take off their clothes and shoes.

Also, like to knock off people's legs?
And the people in the whole small team like to do this now?
... What kind of hobby is this?
If you don't like it, why don't you just kill it?Knock broken leg, but also have to listen to the annoying noise.

"How many people are there in the bandit den?"

(End of this chapter)