Empress is overjoyed, the emperor died violently!

Chapter 375

Lowering his head, Qi Chuan lightly rubbed against Jiang Yuwan's neck.

His body is young and hot, as if carrying a meaningless storm of fire, aching in the scorching heat of summer.

But it made Jiang Yuwan more sober and at ease.

"Xiao Chuan..."

Jiang Yuwan's voice was trembling, "Yizhou Dilong turned over, I sent people to help the disaster, donated porridge and food, set up a shed to cool off..."

"If I had acted earlier, I could have saved more people, more families..."

Changing children to eat, ethics collapsed, and order collapsed.

The people live and die without suffering, and the pain is too much to live.

This is not just Yizhou, but the whole world.

It's like the firewood piled up in a farmhouse, if one, two, or three are taken away... they can all stand safely.

Can you continue to take it away?

If the foundation is not stable, the building will collapse.

This is their dynasty, a dynasty that is touted as the heyday of spring and autumn, and the prosperity of singing and dancing!
"Wanwan, listen to me, this has nothing to do with you!"

Qi Chuan saw that she was in a corner, grabbed her by the shoulder, and asked her to raise her head and look at him.

"How many people can you save with your own strength, even if my father secretly sends so many people disguised as various people to rescue the disaster, it will not be able to save Yizhou from natural and man-made disasters."

"In the face of natural disasters, the power of a single person or a group of people is too small. What it needs is not the power of an individual, not the power of a small group of people, but the power of an entire dynasty!"

Qi Chuan's eyes were like torches, his eyes were always cynical, with youthful sincerity, and there were black clouds and quiet pools in his eyes.

"The world is not just a natural disaster in Yizhou, nor is it just the stall owner who suffers. The world we see is too narrow, and it is impossible and impossible to avenge everyone..."

"I know...Xiao Chuan, I know, I'm not that noble and great, I just..."

I just feel that my strength can save a few more people.

Maybe, maybe the stall owner doesn't have to die so miserable...

Some things don't happen in front of you, and you never know how unforgettable it can be.

The death of the stall owner is firmly imprinted in his mind. Apart from fear, there is introspection, guilt, anxiety...

The thought flashed by.

Jiang Yuwan sneered, twitching the corners of her lips palely, "In the face of natural disasters, everyone is an ant, and an ant can only save itself.",

Letting out a foul breath, Jiang Yuwan leaned her head sideways and nestled in Qi Chuan's arms, and smiled hollowly and self-deprecatingly.

"I know everything..."

Qi Chuan hugged her, "Wait a little longer, just wait a little longer..."

They all know what it means to wait a little longer.

What Qi Chuan waited for was to secretly gather troops and buy horses to accumulate strength, and only waited for one day to raise the banner and swarm up.

What Jiang Yuwan was waiting for was the emperor's sudden death, and she was also waiting for all the heroes in the world to rise up.

The rebels she knew would spring up like mushrooms after raining in the near future.

Yizhou is just a fuse.

In the growing disappointment and disgust towards the emperor, waiting has gradually become a torment.

The emperor woke up not long after, and if such a mistake happened, it would be nothing to go shopping in the market.

Jiang Yuwan opened the door that had been closed for a long time, and silently merged into the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the emperor's livid and ugly face.

The soundproofing of the inn is not good. After the emperor woke up just now, he ordered the people responsible for maintaining travel safety and reviewing the background of the hawkers to be disposed of.

Together with the family.

I don't know how many more people will die.

When the emperor was angry, blood flowed like a river.

The stall owner's pool of blood also bubbled out from the dust, and the muddy and ferocious blood spread, devouring and converging.

Under the throne of the Son of Heaven, blood was pervasive.

(End of this chapter)