The Empress Dowager

Chapter 233 Protest ([-])

"Well, the idea is good, but it's a bit difficult to do." Murong Yu said.

"My lord, you are so rich, you don't care about the money, do you?" Nangong Yue smiled at Murong Yu.

"What do you think?" Murong Yu asked back, such a shrewd little girl on weekdays, how could she be confused at this time?
"My lord, of course not."

Murong Yu raised his eyebrows, picked up the book and read without saying a word.

After Nangong Yue came out of the prison, she still hasn't gone to see Murong Jun. It's not that she doesn't go, but the queen doesn't let her go to see Murong Jun.Therefore, Nangong Yue would often write to Murong Jun to let him take a good rest.Apart from writing letters, Nangong Yue also drew some comic strips and brought them to Murong Jun. In a few months, Murong Jun received a lot of picture albums from Nangong Yue. Several times, it seems that I can't get enough of it.

Nangong Yue thought about it for a while, and then drew a picture of today's homelessness in the picture album. She told Murong Jun that she and Murong Yu would go to make porridge tomorrow, so she would tell Murong Jun about the porridge every day, so that he didn't have to. Worry!At the end, Nangong Yue made a cheering gesture.

Murong Jun was very happy to receive Nangong Yue's letter. Even Xiao Yuanzi said that since the prince met Nangong Second Miss, he became more smiling and cheerful.

Murong Jun was noncommittal to Xiao Yuanzi's words, how many years had he not been as happy as this year?Even he doesn't remember.

Murong Jun opened the picture album, looked at the ragged old people and children on Chang'an Avenue, couldn't help frowning, but when Nangong Yue said that she was going to the street to make porridge, the scene of Nangong Yue making porridge appeared in front of her eyes, unconsciously The corner of the mouth curled up.

The next day, Murong Yu and Nan Gongyue brought people to serve porridge in the capital, and refugees poured in from all directions, and the scene was very spectacular.

"Don't be crowded, everyone, line up." Nangong Yue said while spreading the porridge.

"Sister..." A childish voice came, and Nangong Yue raised her eyes to see that it was Gouwa.

Nangong Yue scooped up a bowl of porridge and handed it to Gouwa, and said, "Gouwa, your injury hasn't healed yet, why did you come here? Didn't my sister tell you to heal your injury and then move around again?"

"Just now I heard from them that my sister is serving porridge here, let me come and see." Gouwa took the porridge bowl and smiled.

"Oh, we also arranged a porridge outside the city. That place is close to where you live. You can go there to get porridge in the future."

"The people who lived in the ruined temple went there to get the porridge, but what I didn't expect was that that place is also your people." Gouwa said.

"That place is relatively spacious, and there is also a place to rest. You can help your sister promote it and let all the refugees in the city go there."

"Got it, sister, I'm going to help my sister promote it." Gou Wa finished the porridge, put the bowl in the basket, waved to Nangong Yue, and left.

Many people in the capital passed by this place, they all covered their mouths and noses, and some people said "mind your own business" when passing by.

When some people passed by, they gave Nangong Yue an angry look, but Nangong Yue didn't care.

When Nangong Yue was so busy, someone from Ziyun Academy came to tell Murong Yu that something happened in Ziyun Academy and asked Murong Yu to go back to deal with it. Murong Yu told Nangong Yue a few words and then returned to Ziyun Academy.

When he arrived at Ziyun Academy, Murong Yu learned about the situation, and learned that the students had entered Beijing because of refugees, and they all expressed their protest.

(End of this chapter)