The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 439 Sir, You Must Be Tired

Sent by the imperial court?
Obviously not like that, the people who came here looked like they were not soldiers, but ordinary people.

The magistrate is also happy, the regent has only been here for a day, and there is a steady stream of supplies and disaster relief martyrs.

The sad face of the previous few days dissipated, and all the spirits seemed to be full of fatigue.

"My lord doesn't know?"

"We asked the court for help, but was stopped by the officials above. The result was exposed by the newspaper."

"Now it is nominated by the newspaper, led by the Qingzi firm, and people from all over the country spontaneously provide disaster relief."

Such a large-scale disaster area, without the participation of the imperial court, actually relied on self-organization to sign up.Saw the dawn.

The newspaper office and Qingzi business name reminded Zong Zhengyu of a person, Huashuqing.

"Continue saving people." Concentrating his thoughts, Zong Zhengyu said in a low voice.

Xingyun Guoqing Zi Company mobilized all relief supplies to the disaster area, one team every day.A businessman donated a piece of material.

The next day the businessman's name appeared on the front page of the newspaper, with the headline Disaster Relief Businessman, Patriot.

Behind each person's name, their donations are marked.

These businessmen who donated were instantly famous all over the country and praised by the people all over the country. Seeing this, other businessmen also followed suit to gain a good name.

Significant progress in just two days.

The newspaper office mentioned the disaster area but the doctors were not enough. A group of doctors who were excited to see it signed up one after another, and they were willing to contribute a point.

The nearest doctor arrived in the disaster area on the first day, and slowly followed up in the next few days.

The situation in the disaster area is published in newspapers every day, and people all over the country are eagerly looking forward to it every morning.

When the emperor found out about this, the uproar was already uproarious and out of control.

Materials, rescuers, and doctors were all handled independently.

There is no use of the imperial court.

Knowing that the border earthquake was concealed by the minister, the emperor was furious, and strictly investigated those who concealed it and directly punished the nine clans.

The next day, the imperial city announced that those who concealed it were punished by the nine clans.

After investigating the cause, they found out that the minister had made his own claim to conceal the disaster, so as not to affect the emperor's fiftieth birthday.

As soon as the news spread, the emperor's reputation plummeted.

The reputation of careful management was ruined, and the emperor was furious, but he still endured it and sent imperial envoys to monitor the disaster relief.

Originally, they wanted to recover some losses, but in the end, the ministers sent to supervise directly set the people of the whole country on fire.

The disaster relief this time was entirely a non-governmental organization, and the people who went there were all ordinary people and doctors. Who should I send ministers to monitor?

The emperor's coquettish operation directly overturned the car.

When Feng Canglan knew about this, she just smiled mysteriously, she did so much not for the emperor to gain fame.

Under Feng Canglan's manipulation, the news spread that the regent who had returned from his mission to the country worked with the people in the disaster area to help the disaster, and it made it onto the front page of the newspaper!
The regent is a person who can't be reached, and he went to rescue the disaster together with the people.

Immediately!Zong Zhengyu's reputation skyrocketed, and the disaster relief efforts initiated by the newspaper owner Qingzi Company were praised by everyone.

Originally, he planned to give Zong Zhengyu the reputation of proposing a disaster relief plan, but as far as the current situation is about the same, if it is too full, it will be a loss.

The next step is for everyone to slowly change the impression of Zong Zhengyu.

The people are water, and the king is a boat.

Water can carry a boat, and it can also overturn it.

Zong Zhengyu's favorite position is to win people's hearts, and it is too easy for the people to ascend to the throne.

Now, whenever Zong Zhengyu is mentioned, it is a compliment, and Feng Canglan asked someone to post another article, revisiting the old story of Zong Zhengyu, God of War.

It was only then that everyone remembered that the King Regent had been guarding the Xingyun Kingdom from the very beginning.

Half a month passed.

Zong Zhengyu's reputation has reached its peak, the victims rescued from the ruins are receiving treatment, and the disaster relief martyrs help rebuild their homes.

Everything is going in a good direction.

The injuries on Feng Canglan's legs and face were almost healed, and Zong Zhengyu hadn't been back for half a month, so he stayed in the disaster area for disaster relief.

Autumn goes to winter, and the cold snaps.

Feng Canglan felt terribly cold staying in the house, not to mention the volunteers who were doing disaster relief in the cold wind.

She gathered her cloak and pushed the door out. Wen Qing, who had been guarding outside, immediately became respectful when the people inside came out, "Ma'am."

"How is the disaster relief situation outside?" Zong Zhengyu hadn't come back for half a month, so Wen Wen sent a message to let her recover from her injuries, don't worry.

Counting the days, she hasn't seen Zong Zhengyu for more than half a month.

"It is now in the reconstruction stage, and the situation is very good." The question was answered truthfully.

Feng Canglan tightened her cloak, and the black fur lining her neckline made her face even paler.

He was seriously injured some time ago, and he has been recuperating in the house for half a month. His whole body is a little sickly white, giving people a feeling of weakness and weakness.As if the wind blows, it can blow people down.

However, her willow leaf eyebrows were cold and sharp, and her whole temperament was sharp, cold and dusty.

Two completely opposite temperaments are mixed, weak but not weak.

"Take me to see."

"Ma'am, your body..." Wen Qing hesitated.

Although the prince has been working hard for disaster relief for half a month, he will ask the princess about her condition every day, how she is recovering, and how she is feeling.

It can be seen that the weight of the princess in the heart of the prince, if something happens...

"Healed." Feng Canglan kicked his leg, indicating that he was fine.

Without waiting for a reply, she tied the rope around the collar of her cloak and went out.

Asking about love can only follow behind.

Winter is here, and the wind is howling.

The lingering wind blew on Feng Canglan's overly pale cheeks, hair flying around his ears, and the fluff of the cloak around his collar was also blown away.

She squinted her Qiushui eyes, and put her hands in the cloak to keep warm.

Leaving the White Mansion from the courtyard, the road was unimpeded, and no one dared to stop him.

In just half a month, the streets are no longer as messy as when we first arrived.The ruins of the collapsed houses have been cleaned up, and there are busy people on the street, and the building of houses has taken shape.

Not as bleak and melancholy as when I first came, covered by dark clouds, those miserable cries were replaced by shouts.

Seeing such a scene, Feng Canglan curled the corners of his lips without leaving a trace.

Although she is not a good person, she is not a treacherous person either.Help if you can. Naturally, I am happy to see the rainy weather.

Under the guidance of Wenqing, Feng Canglan was led to a temporary resettlement place.

The environment there is not very good, it is overcrowded.

Bloody, wet, dirty, all kinds of unpleasant smells filled the nose.

She frowned slightly, and saw many doctors running around in the temporary shelter.

Everyone on the hospital bed was injured to varying degrees, with blood stains faintly visible on the bandages.

It was such a scene that made Feng Canglan's heart inexplicably warm.

At first, he decided to do disaster relief, mostly because he wanted to help Zong Zhengyu win the hearts of the people, but a small part was because he was shocked by the overwhelming cries and the devastated city at that time.

Up until this moment, Feng Canglan's heart felt hot. In fact, there are still more good people in this world.

"Ma'am, wait here for a while, and the subordinates will go down and inform the master." Seeing that the person is not here, Wen Qing intends to find him.

As soon as the words fell, a delicate voice sounded from behind, "My lord, you must be exhausted."

"Look at the stains all over your face, Feiyu will wipe it off for you."

Jiao Didi's voice was particularly obvious in the relatively quiet resettlement area. Feng Canglan frowned and looked, and saw a girl in a showy dress, clinging to Zong Zhengyu!
even!The hand holding the handkerchief was about to reach Zong Zhengyu's face!

The sharp and fiery gaze was too obvious, Zong Zhengyu looked sideways...

(End of this chapter)