The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

Zhe Sang was taken to Liuguang Pavilion, which had been prepared long ago. Gu Heng went straight to Nanchuan County with officials of all sizes to check on the disaster situation.

Chongqing: "This yard is quite big, and everything seems to have been newly added."

To the east is a green bamboo forest, which separates Liuguang Pavilion from other courtyards, making it as pure as a paradise.

Walking along the path paved with bluestone slabs, the light and shadow are swaying, and there is a clear stream in the forest.

When the sunlight passes through the gaps in the bamboo forest and pours into the stream, the gurgling stream water is more translucent than a mirror. The sunlight is refracted and the waves are sparkling.

Zhe Sang thought to himself, this is where the word "liuguang" came from.

Zhe Sang was very satisfied with Liuguang Pavilion, especially the very close side door, which undoubtedly provided her with a lot of convenience.

After taking a brief look, Zhe Sang went back to the inner room. She was tired from the fatigue of traveling.

Shui Po came in, "Master, the chief attendant has brought the mother and daughter over. Do you want to meet them? Or should you just give them some money?"

Zhe Sang: "Let them come in, I have something to ask."

After a while, a woman in a blue denim skirt came in. She was very thin, and her body was so thin that she seemed to be knocked down by the wind. Her hair was unkempt. Even though she had combed her hair with her hands before entering the yard, the effect was very little, and she was still as gray as Beggar woman.

Her thin arms held a three- or four-year-old child tightly. The child's hands were hanging in the air, and it looked like he was asleep.

It was most difficult to hold a sleeping child, and I don’t know how she managed to hold her all the way.

When the woman stood at the door, she hesitated slightly and looked at Shui Bo beside her.

Shui Po smiled at her, "Come in quickly."

The woman just stepped in with confidence and ran all the way. Her shoes were so dirty that the original color could not be seen. Every step she took left dirty footprints.

That was why she hesitated.

She looked at the woman sitting in the room. She was more beautiful than anyone she had ever seen since she was a child. She was more beautiful than the Bodhisattva New Year pictures. She looked like a white lotus, and had never seen the fireworks of the world.

One glance makes people think that this must be a pampered young lady, the daughter-in-law of a high-ranking family.

The woman only took one look and then knelt down. She was afraid of offending the noble man.

"Madam, please save my son. As long as you save her, I can do anything you want."

Zhe Sang was a little surprised when he saw such a thin woman. Her apprehension when entering the house and her kneeling down at a distance showed that she was not a aggressive person.

It was a convoy blocked by such a weak woman.

Can a mother really risk life and death for her children?

Frankly speaking, Zhe Sang has doubts. The best mother she had ever seen was Mrs. Su to Su Qiong'an.

Her aunt died giving birth to her. As a mother, Zhe Sang is sometimes confused. Of course she loves the child in her belly, but she has to risk her life. For now, Zhe Sang feels that she is doing less than.

"Get up quickly." Zhe Sang said lightly.

The woman lowered her head and knelt without moving. She knew that she had a chance, but she was afraid that she would run away if the opportunity came along.

Zhe Sang looked at the child in her arms. The clothes on the child were not very clean, but much better than those of the woman and the refugee. His face was actually clean, but there were two blushes on it, as if he was sick.

"Shui Po, go find a doctor who specializes in treating Qian Jin's pediatrician."

After hearing this, the woman kowtowed as if pounding garlic, and choked with sobs: "Thank you, madam. Thank you, madam!"

It seemed like there was nothing more I could say except thank you.

Seeing her excitement, Zhe Sang said to Shui Po, "Take them down to freshen up, change into comfortable clothes, and come back after dinner."

*

"When the flash flood came, Magistrate Chen led people to rescue the trapped people, but in the end they were all washed away. Their bodies have not been found yet."

Liu Zhihe regretted that Magistrate Chen was a good official who served the people with integrity. He had done his best in Nanchuan County in the past few years, but it was a pity that a good man did not live long.

Gu Heng looked at the undulating waters of Nanchuan County, and asked Liu Zhihe to send people to dig ditches at the crossing according to the specific situation. The top priority was to discharge the flood first.

When asked about the resettlement of the refugees, Liu Zhihe said with an unsightly expression, "I left this morning, but the disaster fund has not been approved."

Gu Heng: "There's something going on over there in Ningzhou too."

Fu Rong had only been on the throne for a year. In the previous years, he had spent a lot of manpower and material resources in seizing the throne and retreating from the enemy's country. Troubles occurred in both places at the same time, and the relief effort was weak.

Liu Zhihe said excitedly: "Then just ignore these people in Nanchuan?"

Fu City has also been affected. There are so many refugees fleeing Nanchuan. If the court leaves it alone, it will also be a challenge to the security of Fu City.

Even the most docile people will take desperate measures if they are unable to survive.

Gu Hengxian glanced at him, "When did you become so impatient?"

Liu Zhihe said, "There are refugees everywhere in Fu City. Look at the people outside the city and the beggars in the city. This is the situation after I sent people to drive them away."

Gu Heng said solemnly: "If you are in a hurry, drain the water in Nanchuan first. Otherwise, we will settle down. The first choice is to settle down in Fu City."

When Liu Zhihe heard that Gu Heng had plans to resettle the refugees, he immediately relieved half of the pressure and determined to send more manpower to get Nanchuan out as soon as possible.

He absolutely cannot take over those refugees.

As the magistrate of a city, one must assess political performance. If he takes over those refugees, how will he solve their food, housing and survival problems?

If survival is not guaranteed and trouble breaks out, it is Liu Zhihe who deserves to be thrown out of office.

Of course Liu Zhihe sympathized with the refugees, but he only wanted to take care of his own land and live a stable life.

Anyway, no matter how hard he tried, this would be the case. His elder brother had successfully inherited the family business. They had been fighting for more than ten years, so it was appropriate for Liu Zhihe to settle down.

On the way back to Fucheng, Liu Zhihe clamped his horse's belly, approached Gu Heng, and rambled about boring things about the past.

Gu Heng responded casually at first, but finally asked directly, "What do you want to say?"

Liu Zhihe smiled slightly, his eyes twinkling, "Well... I heard that you have a hidden disease?"

"Well, then?" Gu Hengyun said calmly.

On the contrary, Liu Zhihe was stimulated by him and was dumbfounded, "Really, really?!"

Gu Heng walked forward without squinting, nodded slightly, and acknowledged it.

Liu Zhihe's gaze went from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top. For a moment, he was not sure whether Gu Heng was deceiving him or if he was serious.

On the contrary, the words Liu Zhihe was going to ask about his 'confidante' were stuck in his throat.

If it were true, wouldn't it be a stab in Gu Heng's heart?

The road behind was indeed clear, but Liu Zhihe's strange eyes fell on Gu Heng.

Gu Heng's hand holding the reins secretly tightened a bit.

*

When Gu Heng returned to Liuguang Pavilion, the sky was completely dark.

Zhesang took a nap in the afternoon and was not sleepy at night. When Gu Heng came in, she was reading a book seriously.

Gu Heng recognized it at a glance as the "Emperor's Letters". It was compiled by Gu Heng based on stories about kings' governance in past dynasties. It used real-life examples to explain the advantages and disadvantages of national laws and policies.

Most of the almanacs are plain and straightforward, like a bowl of white porridge, which looks unappetizing and boring. Reading serious texts such as history and national policies is naturally not as interesting as travel notes.

Gu Heng saw Zhe Sang's difficulty, so he compiled this book.

The story is different from being as rigid as a history book. Gu Heng presents it in the form of a storybook and embellishes and fills it according to the life characteristics of each character, making the serious monarchs and ministers in the history book more relevant to readers, and the story also becomes humorous. It makes people laugh, but it also makes people think deeply.

Zhe Sang looked at it with great interest. Gu Heng blocked her light, so she noticed him.

"Can we have dinner?" Zhe Sang asked.

Gu Heng nodded, with a hint of tiredness in his brows, but when he spoke, he cared about her first, "Is it suitable to live here? If not, I will find another place in the city."

Gu Heng asked Zhe Sang to live in the Liu Mansion, mainly because Liu Zhi, his wife and children were also here, and it was safer than other places.

Gu Heng had to deal with Nanchuan's affairs, but he was afraid that something would happen if he couldn't take care of it.

Zhe Sang smiled and said, "It's great here. I feel bored sitting there, and I can still go for a walk in the bamboo forest. There are so many people waiting on me, so don't worry."

"Ah."

Zhe Sang asked again: "Is dinner ready?"

Gu Heng nodded.

Seeing him like this, Zhe Sang couldn't help feeling pity. He touched his head and coaxed, "I'll bring water. Can you go to bed early after washing?"

Gu Heng's eyes moved slightly and he asked in a low voice: "Are you sleeping here?"

Zhe Sang was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he was struggling with this matter.

The two of them were almost inseparable on the road. Even when they arrived at the inn, Gu Heng always stayed in the same room with her for safety reasons.

If the bed was narrow and uncomfortable to sleep on, he would rather sleep on the couch than in another room.

Now that he was in the Liu Mansion, it was heavily guarded, there were many rooms in Liuguang Pavilion, and there were so many maids and servants waiting on him, Gu Heng really had no excuses.

But he didn't need any excuse at all.

He asked so carefully, which made Zhe Sang relent. She kissed his forehead and said with a smile, "Of course, you can sleep wherever you want."

Gu Heng's eyes flashed with sporadic fire when he heard this, "Can I sleep anywhere?"

He glanced at her deeply, and his eyes finally stopped at the area that had become more bulging due to pregnancy.

Zhe Sang covered her collar and said angrily, "What a beautiful idea!"

Gu Heng, "You said you can sleep anywhere."

"I'm talking about a bed and a couch for you to choose from!"

After spending time together day and night, Zhe Sang also figured out some of Gu Heng's temperament, and he also had bad qualities.

Sometimes, even though he knows the heat is on him, he still insists on doing it before he gives up.

Gu Heng also figured out her ability to take advantage of others, and her skill at pretending to be pitiful and aggrieved to a handsome man was perfect.

Zhe Sang would sometimes just give in and accompany him in his mischief.

Facts have proved that a thirsty person can come up with any tricks or ideas.

Some fragmentary fragments impacted Zhe Sang's thoughts, and she quickly went outside to find Chongqing.

Gu Heng watched her run away in defeat, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.

I don't know why, even though he is obviously guarding this person, sometimes he still feels uneasy.

Maybe it's because there is one less status?

After Gu Heng washed up and was about to turn off the lights, Zhe Sang returned to his room.

She originally thought that Gu Heng would be as obsessive as before, but she thought, considering how hard he worked, she would just coax him.

Unexpectedly, Gu Heng was very well-behaved. Listening to his even breathing, Zhe Sang thought that he was really tired.

Zhe Sang was very energetic now, lying on his side to look at him, although he couldn't see clearly without lighting the lamp.

Gu Heng closed his eyes, his mind equally clear.

I don’t know how long it took, probably late at night, when the person next to me yawned, and a warm touch fell on the side of his face.

"Sweet dreams, balance yourself."

Self-balance is Gu Heng’s word. It's just that most people have never heard anyone call them after they became the head of the family or the prime minister.

Sometimes, status doesn’t mean anything, right?

Gu Heng lowered his head and pulled the petals——

"Important. Not important. Important."

"Sweet dreams, self-balance."

Gu Heng thought, maybe it's not important, right?

Author Jun: Really? I do not believe.

Good night, my dears~