It's Hard to be a Queen

Behind her, the maids squat on the ground and pick up the things that lianer has left behind.

"Princess, please take a bath and change your clothes."

The maids stood quietly beside lian'er, their words full of awe.

"Don't call me princess, call me lianer girl."

"The maids dare not."

On the floor of a cadre of palace ladies' cupboards, the way of nature shows that the woman in front of them is likely to be the mistress who will dominate their life in the future. This woman controls the power of life and death.

who knows when this woman is unhappy and kills them all.

Looking at the expressions of the maids, lian'er lies helpless on the big bed. Is she so terrible.

One night without a dream, lianer went to court the next day under the maid's service.

Listening to the endless chatter of ministers, lian'er really missed her free life. When di Fanyang finished the war, she would go back to China.

She yawns secretly, but lian'er turns around and sees the light in Yan Min's eyes. What does the old fox do?

"I'd like to report to miss lian'er that after one night's adjustment, we have collected a thousand stones of grain and a hundred carts of clothes."

Yan Min's face wrinkles slightly up, but let Ren Qingcai and others face black.

"It's hard for Yan Xiang."

"I dare not be a minister."

Lianer didn't know that these two groups were playing with themselves as children, but since they wanted to play with her, they had to know the end.

"All ministers are considerate of the people's feelings, and lian'er can't help but contribute. In this way, with Ren Qingcai's bodyguard, lian'er and other adults go to the disaster area to open a warehouse to release grain."

Since ancient times, the bones eaten by the superiors and the subordinates are boiling oil and water, and the money left in the hands of the common people is one tenth of the money. This is the case in the state of China under his emperor's uncle, not to mention the war-torn world of Chuanyuan.

"What?"

People will follow them to the disaster stricken areas in person. You know, they are very expensive. Even Yan Min is a little stunned, but they quickly change their reaction.

"Miss lian'er is worthy of being entrusted by my king. I am willing to go with her."

With the leadership of Yan Min's right prime minister, Yan Min's people will naturally follow. Although they are reluctant, they are happy to see Ren Qingcai's face.

"Miss lian'er, I'm afraid there is something wrong with this."

"What's wrong, Mr. Ren?"

Ren Qingcai's original idea was to strip off several layers of grain and silver for disaster relief, but unexpectedly, the girl broke her own financial path.

With a Fierce bite of teeth, Ren Qingcai shook his head. "Miss lian'er sympathizes with the sufferings of the people, which is the blessing of the people in Sichuan."

Sitting on the Dragon chair, lian'er gives a cold smile, and the old man tries to trick her, so that you can play in the ice and snow.

Feeling lian'er's eyes, Yan Min is full of excitement, not to mention Qingcai's face.

People already knew that the girl was going to get revenge.

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As the saying goes, it is better to provoke a villain than a woman. This sentence is a wise saying in any era.

Lian'er, wearing a white fox fur coat, walks in front of the crowd. Don't mention how happy she is.

"Green bamboo, I want to eat that."

Lian'er points to the hot wonton in the vendor's stall. She doesn't care about other people's eyes. She sits on the chair and starts to eat.

Lian'er ate with relish, but it was difficult for the ministers who followed.

This time, lian'er's group of people came out as a micro service trip. Each minister was allowed to bring only one bodyguard and one servant. Even so, there were 30 important ministers coming out this time, and there were a hundred bodyguards and servants.

While lian'er sits on the chair eating chaos, the peddler is scared to be silly.

How can anyone eat a bowl of chaos, followed by so many people.

The second bowl of wonton comes to lian'er in front of her, girl This bowl is my treat

Because I was too nervous, I stuttered. Lian'er raised her head and filled her mouth with wonton. She chuckled, feeling the little second brother when she was a rascal.

How can there be such a hooligan like him in the world? After that hooligan, not all of them are on the side of younger brothers. Behind her, these old men who are about to be buried in the earth.

Almost choked, lotus will swallow the food in her mouth.

"You don't have to be afraid, second brother. I'll just have a meal. You'll be busy with you."

Lian'er only fought a battle. Looking at a group of civil and military courtiers who were obviously impatient behind her, lian'er said that even if she was away from the battlefield all the year round, her body was much better than that of civil servants.

Although Yan Min is a 60 year old man, he is more hardy than Ren Qingcai, a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Would you like some of your ministers?"

Lian'er looked at the crowd with a smile, but she could not say anything on her face.

"No, no, you can enjoy it by yourself."Lian'er shrugs her shoulders and smiles lightly. If you don't eat, don't blame her for not reminding you.

Then he began to eat.

At this time, Yan Min sits next to lian'er and asks her second brother to serve a bowl of wonton. They sit on the street with lian'er and eat them.

Strict intuition, the girl on time after the move, she can see from the girl's eyes.

After a while, they ate 70, 000 wonton.

"Mr. Yan Xiang is so approachable."

"It's not as popular as Miss lian'er."

Two people have a word in their words, looking at the apparently impatient crowd, the eye people stretch out their hands: lian'er girl, please. "

"That younger generation is not polite."

With that, lian'er girl walked in front of her and followed the crowd behind her.

In addition to the capital city, a group of 100 people went straight to the nearby city.

In the palace, lian'er is not worried. The Deacon eunuch, who is close to Emperor Fanyang, deals with the Imperial Palace only in terms of rules. Her purpose was to get the old men to move.

One day and one night, the coach team finally arrived in the city near the disaster.

At first, we have already let the relief vehicles set out first, and the clothes, food and bedding have arrived in the disaster area first.

As soon as she entered the city, lian'er saw that the snow was so deep that she could hardly move forward. Fortunately, the place where they were walking was relatively high, and a shortcut had been opened.

Standing high, lian'er looks at the vast snow in front of her. Most of the houses where the victims live are buried in half. People can only get food by the gap between the windows.

But it's not the way to go on like this. The snow will still fall, and there will be more snow accumulated.

"Miss lian'er, the whole city is too big. Although most of the food has been distributed, there is no guarantee that many people will not receive relief materials."

The soldiers stood respectfully and respected lian'er. At least, the woman didn't care about their life and death like some corrupt officials.

"How big is the city?"

Looking at the endless snow in front of her eyes, lian'er narrowed her eyes and seemed to be thinking about something.

"If you miss huilian'er, there are altogether five thousand households in this city, 178 streets intersect horizontally and vertically."

Fortunately, it's only five thousand households in time. Lian'er's sight falls on the iron shovel in the soldier's hand, which is a special tool to shovel snow. How many tools are there to shovel snow

"Miss huilian'er, in addition to the normal needs of the army, there are more than 100 spare cars."

Nodding, lian'er took the iron shovel from the soldier's hand, turned around and fell her eyes on Yan Min Ren Qingcai, "give each of them an iron shovel."

Lian'er's words let the soldiers together Yan Min, Ren Qingcai and others be stunned. What give them each an iron shovel?

Lian'er ignored the doubts in people's eyes and continued to say, "there are countless survivors now. We need to rescue the most people in the shortest time. It seems that there will be a snowstorm tomorrow."

Said the iron shovel in the hands of the snow, suddenly almost all iron shovels into the snow, "now the snow is soft enough, we have to catch up before another storm will be pulled out."

"Miss lian'er, I don't understand what you mean."

A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in purple fox fur, has a big belly and is rich and oily. Lian'er ignored the man and looked at the big box carried by the soldiers.

and so on, "one hundred and seventy-eight streets, each official carrying a group of soldiers shovel and snow to save people, and not save a man, so that the family can save a family with their spades, and so on, understand?"

what shovel shovel is, but even the few people who take up the spade are scanty. Even Yan Minyi who thinks he is loyal to the party is unwilling to pick up the spade he has distributed.

"Miss lian'er, don't make too much fun of it. How can these pariahs let us go to rescue them? How can we feed the army? Do we need to do it at this time?"

It was still a rich official. Lian'er vaguely remembered that this man should be called Zhang Qingsong.

The man's appearance really insulted the name.

"Mr. Zhang?"

"It's the junior officer."

Zhang Qingsong looks arrogant, and has a kind of posture of you and me.

"Lianer wants to ask you about the post office. What does the court do for you? Dry rice? "

Zhang Qingsong knew that lian'er would ask this question. He clasped his hands and looked awed in his eyes and said, "my Lord, Wang Yingwu, is divine. We ministers naturally share the worries for our Lord. Are we here to do such things?"

Zhang Qingsong's words will fan lotus emperor Fan Yang in the mouth, but caused a burst of Yan Min's ridicule.

Yan Min knows that a word from this woman can determine their life and death. Don't these idiots still don't understand.

Lotus son listened to Zhang Qingsong's words and laughed angrily. The smile made people feel cold, even colder than the surrounding air.

"Mr. Zhang, lianer will ask you again for the last time, whether to go or not.""We wait for the important officials in the court."

In a word, Zhang Qingsong's meaning is very obvious. We are loyal and important officials of the imperial court. Even if we don't go, what can you do with us? What can you do as a little girl.

"Good backbone."

Taking the iron shovel in her hand, lian'er pointed to Zhang Qingsong, "dig a hole and buy him for me, six heads."

Everyone was shocked by lian'er's move. What is this? This is the murder of the minister. There is no reason why you can't kill the minister in the court.

"You stinky girl, dare to move my finger. When my Lord comes back, you will not look good."

Zhang Qingsong was afraid of lian'er because he took care of emperor Fanyang's face. He said that all the ministers present were flattered to lian'er only by looking at the face of the gold token in lian'er's hand.