Don't run away, lady: pick up a witch to farm

Chapter 232 The Decree
"My lord." Another guard saluted Yaoyun.

"Well, let's go down." Yaoyun waved his hand, walked to the main seat and sat down.

"Yes, my lord." He retreated silently, and returned to his post together with the guard waiting outside the hall.

"This is the envoy who came to proclaim the decree. Do you want to speak now or take a break first." Yao Yun intertwined his hands and said, looking at the envoy who was in a bit of a mess.

"My lord, please accept the imperial decree first." The messenger said respectfully, not caring about Yaoyun's attitude.

"Okay." Yaoyun stood up, patted his robe casually, scrambled with both hands, and lowered his head casually.

"By God's blessing, the emperor ordered that now our Dayun Kingdom is constantly suffering from natural disasters, King Xianyun is specially appointed as the disaster relief ambassador to go to the disaster-stricken areas to direct the disaster relief and calm people's hearts. He will go out as soon as he receives the order, and there must be no mistakes. Your lord, please accept the order. "After the ambassador finished reading the imperial decree, he closed his hands and held it, waiting for Yaoyun to take it over.

And Yaoyun didn't make things difficult for the messenger, and reached out to take the imperial decree, opened it and glanced at it, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Did Your Majesty not send someone to accompany you or arrange supplies for this king?" Yao Yun did not act immediately as the imperial decree said, but approached the envoy and asked with a smile.

A faint smell of herbs entered the ambassador's nose, and he couldn't help but look up at the prince who was holding the imperial decree in his hand and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Going back to the prince, His Majesty has sent five imperial doctors and thousands of elite soldiers to escort supplies and medicines to the disaster-stricken areas."

"Oh, that means no one was arranged to escort this king to appear." Yao Yun said indifferently, playing with the imperial decree in his hand.

The prince in front of me, who was crowned king when he was born, is actually living a bad life. As in the rumors, he has an unparalleled appearance and talent, but he is weak and sick. The holy word refers to the disaster relief ambassador. The disaster relief ambassador sounds nice, but in fact it is a thankless job. Otherwise, how could the ministers push me and dismiss you, unwilling to take on it, and according to the physique of the prince, At that time, I'm afraid that let alone disaster relief, I'm afraid I won't even be able to protect myself in the plague area.

But the fate is difficult, I am just a small messenger, even if I want to help the person in front of me, I can't do it, such a capable person, His Majesty did not take the method of recruiting security, but still did it, completely It's the heart of the prince Han, what a pity.If this prince can survive this natural disaster safely, I'm afraid that the sky will change again for Dayun.

Thinking about it, the ambassador ignored all kinds of disrespectful actions displayed by Yaoyun.

"Forget it, it's just an extravagant wish. You just wait. Since His Majesty is so busy that he didn't arrange an entourage for the king, then the king will make arrangements on his own. Come and get some food for the ambassador to eat and rest first." After a while, after two hours, the king will set off with the ambassador." With Yaoyun's voice, the people who had been guarding outside the hall came in.

And the ambassador was indeed hungry and uncomfortable, not to mention, the prince should be prepared and did not ask too much, so he obediently followed the guide and walked out.

Yaoyun looked at the person who disappeared at the door, sat down on the chair, looked at the bright yellow imperial decree in his hand, threw the imperial decree on the table, stood up again, and walked out of the hall.

(End of this chapter)