The Tyrant Takes Love: Dote on the stunning fairy princess

Chapter 131 Unscrupulous National Teacher, Don't Die!
Hearing this, Yan Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, restrained his idle posture, and sat up straight, "I only saw the eldest prince once before, and I didn't pay special attention to it at first. At first glance, he looks like an ordinary, well-behaved little Babies are generally the same, they are pure and innocent at their young age."

Speaking of this, a self-deprecating expression emerged from the corner of his mouth, "If I hadn't stared at the national teacher and he came over to threaten me naively, I really wouldn't have cared for him. You can't take what he said as true." Just kidding, it was creepy, I was in a cold sweat at the time. I am an adult after all, but I was scared like that by a child, can I not pay attention to him. "

"Based on these, you will turn a corner and remind me to beware of a little doll?" Yan Xide's voice was very calm, without any emotion.

"Although I have never been exposed to what you are doing, I can guess what you are doing. You are always walking on the tightrope. I am afraid that you will fall if you are not careful. I have to remind you, Let you take care, if you fail, my backer will also fail." In a blink of an eye, Yan Zhiyuan had a hippie smile again.

Yan Xide looked at him seriously for the first time, trying to see through his appearance and see through his hidden essence.

"Now the First Prince lives in the Yan Mansion, you can try to make friends with him. Even if one day I really collapse, maybe you can get away."

"Hey, not to mention that when Fu Mingyuan came, he would definitely pick someone up and leave. I have no chance to befriend you. If you really fall, it must be a serious crime of ransacking your family and exterminating your family. Even the lowest slaves in the Yan family will run away. No. Instead of asking me to make friends with the rich and powerful to protect myself, it is better for you to stop in time, so as not to end up in the end, and really lose all children and grandchildren."

Yan Zhiyuan's words were harsh, and he thought he would be reprimanded again, but unexpectedly there was a long silence.

"I have my own measure, you go out." In the end, Yan Xide only said this, paused, and before Yan Zhiyuan stepped out of the study, he said, "Yuan'er, no matter what happens, you have to remember, Father will not harm you. I am your father."

Under the jumping candlelight, the elder's eyes still looked deep and unpredictable, and it was difficult to distinguish between likes and dislikes, but Yan Zhiyuan saw a trace of hidden deep expectations for him from behind those deep eyes.

Leaving the dreary study room, my heart felt heavy like a big rock was blocked, and it was so sour that I wanted to cry.

That night, many people tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night.

The only one who was not affected was probably Jun Xian.

Early the next morning, Fu Mingyuan and Si Chenghuan came to bid farewell, got into a carriage and left Beidi.

The guards sent out to investigate the news have not returned yet, and the officials in the government office have been unable to come up with the charter, so Jun Xian spent a few days visiting the entire Beidizhou city.

It was only a few days since I came to the Northland, and in just a few days, the direction of the rumors on the streets changed.

If she hadn't come out for a walk, she really wouldn't know that she was famous. There were hot discussions in the streets and alleys. Let the people struggle in the hunger and cold, regardless of the life and death of the people.

The rumors spread wider and wider, and became more and more intense, and people's hearts fluttered.Refugees are already struggling on the verge of death every day, and all their hopes are pinned on the government and the court to come to rescue them.Once this hope is dashed, it is bound to lead to riots.

As for where the rumors came from, you don't need to think about it.

Those people really spared no effort to discredit her.

Jun Xian smiled and returned to Yan Mansion every day with a calm expression on his face, as if he was indifferent to those rumors.

In a few days, the guards began to feed back the news one after another. Jun Xian still did not take any special actions. He listened to the suggestions of the officials every day, and listened to the latest current affairs gossip from the mouth of the servant girl in the mansion. The steps of life were orderly.

It's not like a disaster relief, more like a vacation.

She was not in a hurry, but the people who were secretly observing in private became more impatient than her.

On the tenth day of rumors, refugees broke out in the city.

Hundreds of people gathered at the gate of the government office, crying, cursing, smashing, and even rushing into the office at one point, destroying everything in the office to pieces.

"Unscrupulous and corrupt officials, dehumanizing, not a good death!"

"Call the national teacher to come out. If you don't give us an explanation to the common people, we will all be smashed to death here!"

"Return our disaster relief money!"

"Return our disaster relief money!"

All the officers and soldiers were mobilized in the yamen, the conflicts continued, the inside and outside of the yamen were in a mess, and the snow at the yamen's entrance was stained with blood.

In the back hall of the government office, Jun Xian was sitting there with a group of officials.

Except for Jun Xian and Yan Xide, everyone else was fidgeting.

"Master, the people are starting to riot. If they can't be appeased, the North will be in chaos!"

"Since the imperial court appropriated the disaster relief money, it should have been distributed to the common people in time. The National Teacher has been stuck with the money and has been reluctant to hand it over. What is the plan?"

"This disaster relief, it is said that the national teacher is the leader, and we are all counselors, and we are all under the arrangement of the national teacher. Things have developed into the current situation, and I don't know how to write the scriptures for the memorial!"

"National teacher, the people are here for you now, why don't you go out and say a few words? At least calm down the people's emotions, talk about your next regulations, and always let them have hope. If the Northland is really in chaos , it’s not easy to explain to the national teacher at the imperial court.”

"In the current situation, I'm afraid it won't work if the national teacher doesn't show up. Don't worry, there are officers and soldiers guarding outside, and we are protecting you, so you won't be bumped."

Behind the seemingly anxious proposal, there is a lot of schadenfreude.

Jun Xian sighed and asked Yan Xide, "Master Yan, you are the parent officer of Beidi. I think you have dealt with this kind of thing a lot. Do you think I should go out?"

Yan Xide's eyelids drooped slightly, and he murmured, "As a subordinate official, you should obey the orders of the national teacher. But if the national teacher asks the subordinates for their opinions, I'm afraid it will be difficult to calm the anger of the people if you don't come forward. Of course, the final decision is still up to the national teacher yourself Decide."

"So, let's go out and have a look."

Jun Xian nodded, and the eyes of the officials sitting in other seats showed joy, which meant a lot.

Slightly raised the corners of his lips, Jun Xian pretended not to see it.

He walked out of the back hall first, stepped on the messy floor, and appeared at the gate of the government office.

The hustle and bustle stopped.

The woman is dressed in white, beautiful and refined, with a calm face, standing quietly at the gate of the mansion, standing on top of the mess, but she looks untouched by smoke and dust, her whole body is proud and lonely.

"I am the national teacher Junxian, since you want to see me, here I am."

With a bang, the common people exploded, and the noise was even worse than before.

"You are the female national teacher who came to Beidi for disaster relief! You give me back the disaster relief money!"

"Return our disaster relief money!"

The crowd was excited, looking at every pair of Jun Xian's eyes, they were full of anger and hatred.

(End of this chapter)