It's hard to love a concubine

Chapter 169

The emperor did feel a little uncomfortable at first, but after he became proficient, he felt that this was also a way to experience life. He had never chopped firewood before, and he didn't know how difficult it was to make a fire. He has learned to love the people like a son, but those are all dry words in the books. On the way, he saw it with his own eyes before he knew the real meaning of the word suffering.

There are no food to eat, no clothes to cover, and prostitutes abound, especially in these coastal cities where the sea is banned, because of the unwarranted fish tax, the population is dying, the wives are scattered, and the smoky weather makes him Often unable to swallow.

The emperor thought of these poor people, and thought of the little boy who sold fish. He worked so hard just to buy a few pieces of maltose for his sick grandma, which he didn't like to eat now. , but I can’t even eat a few bites of fresh fish all year round, let alone the chicken. The fresh fish will be sold if it is caught, and it will be dried if it cannot be sold.

The emperor once again looked at the whole chicken sent by Mrs. Zhao, and suddenly found it hard to swallow, his tone became softer, and he said to Xiang'er, "Go and return it to Mrs. Zhao."

When Mrs. Zhao saw Xiang'er coming back with the chicken, her face immediately turned blue, thinking that the old man was going to lose her temper. Xiang'er explained that she hadn't seen Mrs. Zhao for a long time, so how dare Mrs. Zhao just cry and beg Fragrant.

In the end, after talking about it for a long time, I knew that the emperor was not angry, so I accepted it. However, I divided several portions, one for each table, and the family has a large population, so I divided it into four tables for dinner. Qian Xiyao and the emperor shared a table, which is the best. The dishes are all served here, then Wu Quan's table, and then the dishes are their own, not to mention chicken, there is not even shrimp legs.

The emperor looked at the chicken that had been redistributed. Seeing that the chicken legs, chicken wings, chicken breast and other good meat were all here, he pursed his lips, and finally put a piece of chicken leg into Qian Xiyao's bowl, and said, "Eat more." Then, intentionally or unintentionally, she glanced at her stomach, added another sentence, and said, "This is the firewood chopped by the master himself."

Qian Xiyao immediately... ate the whole plate of chicken that she was very good at. The chicken cooked by the emperor himself is probably only once in a lifetime.

The emperor saw that Qian Xiyao's face was a little ruddy, and then he calmed down. As for the Zhao family, he was so scared that night that he took his son Tieniu and ran back home, embarrassing.

Afterwards, it rained for a few more days, and Qian Xiyao could feel Wu Quan and the others' spirits getting tighter and tighter. Sometimes just a passer-by would stare at them for a long time when they came to drink a bowl of water, and in the middle of the night. If he heard something, he would stay up all night... like a cheetah waiting for its prey to come to its door.

It's just that the rain didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and it kept falling, and Qian Xiyao even felt that if it continued like this, there would be a flood.

Just when Qian Xiyao was about to get stressed out, the emperor told Qian Xiyao that time was running out, he would leave first, and let her stay here with peace of mind, and when the weather cleared up, it would be no more than ten days, and no more than five days sooner. Someone will be sent to pick her up in six days.

In the past few days, Qian Xiyao's body has become weaker and weaker, and she can't even smell the dried fish hidden in the kitchen by the Wang family. The emperor really doesn't want her to go on a rainy day.

Qian Xiyao also knew that she was not in good health, so she naturally nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)