The two took care of flowers and plants together. Shang Junlin was not interested in these at first, but Shen Yu liked them. He occasionally helped him. After a few times, he also had a certain understanding of these flowers and plants.

At the beginning, he knew nothing. Shang Junlin was so old that he never did the work of tending flowers and plants. When he was young, he was busy surviving in the harem, and when he grew up, he entered the battlefield. When he ascended the throne, he took over the mess left by the previous emperor. In addition, the foreign enemies had not been eliminated at that time, and the entire burden of Da Huan was placed on his shoulders. Every day he was busy with political affairs. It took almost half of his time.

Later, Da Huan everything went on the right track, he also passed the age of enjoying the romantic, life was as boring as always, until Shen Yu entered the palace.

Like a pebble thrown into the water, making a circle of ripples, and like a handful of bright moons, lighting up his boring life.

Like now, the two of them enjoy such a leisurely day in their leisure afternoons, which Shang Junlin had never thought of before.

"Your Majesty's method is much better now than in the beginning," Shen Yu looked at the "Junling" being taken care of by Shang Junlin and joked, "Your Majesty seems to like this 'Junling' very much, and will take care of it alone every time."

That's because he didn't want Shen Yu to serve flowers and plants sent by others, otherwise he wouldn't have sent so many flowers and plants to Yuzhang Palace to distract Shen Yu's attention.

"Ayu cares about it, so naturally I should pay more attention to it." Shang Junlin pursed his lips.

Shen Yu did not pierce his small thoughts.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember? The first time he said he wanted to help me loosen the soil for the flowers, I almost cut off the roots. I raised the pot of flowers for several days before I came back. This is the pot." Shen Yu pointed. A pot of flowers at hand.

"Remember," remembering what happened at that time, Shang Junlin smiled, "I still thought at the time, if this pot is not saved, I will find an opportunity to ask you to go, and then I will find an identical pot and come back, saying that it is life-saving. already."

He still remembered the gloomy look that flashed on Shen Yu's face at that moment, he didn't want to see this look on Shen Yu's face, even if it was just a pot of flowers in his eyes, since his Ayu cared about it, he would find a way Let Ayu not be sad about this.

"It turns out that Your Majesty even thought about the worst at that time," Shen Yu also smiled, "Your Majesty learns everything quickly, and since then, I have never hurt these flowers and plants again."

Shang Junlin is a person who can do everything to the extreme after he has made up his mind. Shen Yu has seen with his own eyes that he has changed from not being able to everything to becoming more and more comfortable. He also knows that Shang Junlin does not want to see the flowers sent by Imperial Physician Gu. He didn't say anything if he liked it. At most, he sent a lot of flowers and plants to share "Junling"'s "favor".

"It's also Ayu's good teaching. With a conscientious master like Ayu, if students still can't learn it, they can only use the word 'stupid' to describe it." Shang Jun finished loosening the soil and sat in the water basin beside him. Wash your hands and dry them.

"The students have to be smart, otherwise all the good teachers will be in vain." Shen Yu also packed up the last pot of flowers.

Shang Junlin grabbed Shen Yu's hand, submerged it in the water, and cleaned him a little bit: "Then Ayu is willing to teach me some other knowledge? For example, how can students please the teacher to make the teacher more comfortable? I am willing to spend more time with the students... …”

"Your Majesty really never forgets this matter." Seeing that Shang Junlin's words were getting worse and worse, Shen Yu interrupted him.

The hand was imprisoned in the palm of the man, the finger pulp with thin calluses slid across the back of the hand, bringing bursts of numbness, and Shen Yu couldn't help curling his fingers.

The soft palm was opened, and the man's well-knotted hand sank in forcefully, freeing from the palm to the gap between the fingers, penetrating the gap between the fingers, and tightly interlocking the ten fingers.

"Ayu, I want to kiss you." Shang Junlin stared at him with burning eyes.

"Your Majesty can kiss you if you want, um..."

The rest of the words were gagged by the man who suddenly approached.

Nibbling, licking, and kissing, the man's movements are as open and close as always, tough with gloomy cooperation.

With his eyes closed, the long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, gently flapping with his breathing, like a frightened butterfly.

At the end of the kiss, Shang Junlin pressed his forehead against the gloomy one, and the breath of both of them was a little unstable.

"How did the students perform this time?" Shang Junlin chuckled.

The man's voice was low and trembling, hitting Shen Yu's heart again and again, and Shen Yu's reaction trembled even more than before.

Seeing this, Shang Junlin's eyes became darker, and he sucked the sullen lips: "Does the teacher like this for the students?"

"Your Majesty, um..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shang Junlin had already kissed him again.

"Ayu, I will build a flower room for you."

Hide depression and his favorite flowers together.

Shen Yu was immersed in a haze, and all his senses were plundered. Vaguely, he seemed to hear what Shang Junlin was saying, but the voice could not be heard clearly through the vast white fog.

He could only utter nonsense syllables in response.

Shang Junlin hugged the person even tighter.

Two days later, the court issued the first decree to aid Subei.

People in the capital have been looking forward to it for many days, and finally, at this moment, they have all sorted out their belongings to see what they can donate.

Of course, Shen Yu knew that the premise of donation was that it would not affect the normal life of the people, and also to prevent officials from taking advantage of the opportunity to enrich their personal pockets. After discussing with Shang Junlin, he decided to anonymously disclose the donation information. The ins and outs of each property would be informed to the people and the amount of donation. If it exceeds a certain range, officials will come to visit, and after obtaining the owner's consent, the donor's information will be disclosed to the public.

The latter is specially set up for businessmen and some aristocratic families. They can choose to take this opportunity to gain some good reputation for themselves, or they can choose to donate silently. The rewards given by the imperial court to both are the same.

It is undeniable that this is a huge and cumbersome project. Fortunately, Shang Junlin has selected a lot of usable officials through the imperial examinations over the years. These people are currently not high in official positions, not many in the DPRK, and most of them are still being transferred abroad. , just to do this.

The decree was quickly sent to various places, and the DPRK set up a special supervisory agency. The Prime Minister and the Minister of the Ministry of Housing were temporarily in charge. We will take people to various places in Dahuan as quickly as possible to supervise donation-related matters.

At the same time, the court also arranged for special officials to explain the specific procedures of donation to the people.

Because of the disaster in Subei, the entire Dahuan was operating in a mighty manner.

For this operation, all officials are anxious and looking forward to it. They can't find a similar precedent in the history books. If it can be successful, it will be a great innovation in the history books. If it can't...

Yan Zheng and other merchants who were the first to get the news were the first to act. They had prepared supplies in advance, mostly food and other necessities, as well as a lot of gold and silver. Witnessed by officials sent by the imperial court, they donated money. go out.

Next is the aristocratic family. After the accumulation of several generations, the wealth in their hands is immeasurable.

Ordinary people have received science in advance, and they can contribute as much as they can.

Taking into account the possible problems, Shen Yu integrated the solutions into the play. Those who have watched "Return to Spring" will at least have a certain understanding of donations, and the fact that officials are watching on the side greatly reduces the possible occurrences. question.

With the coordination of the people sent by the imperial court, the local officials also carried out the donation in an orderly manner.

The Hidden Dragon Guards were scattered all over the place, sending news from all over the place back to the capital.

Subei.

After Master Fang and others rested for a while, the police began to relieve the disaster.

The food and other materials they brought were temporarily enough, and Master Fang also received a letter from the capital, saying that follow-up materials would be sent further, so he should not worry, and when he got the news, Master Fang dared to let go of his hands and feet to relieve the disaster.

The first is to rescue the people. Mr. Fang ordered people to cook porridge every day. People with hands and feet can gather to do something within their ability. In the event of a disaster, the most important thing is not only the disaster relief step, but also the problem of post-disaster reconstruction.

The geographical location of Subei is too important. If the disaster situation in the past is stagnant, it will be an important blow to Da Huan.

Some of the food was distributed by Mr. Fang and handed over to the Subei Army as army pay. After all, before the people from the imperial court came, the Subei people lived on the Subei Army's pay.

Subei is very big, and Mr. Fang ignored the dissuasion of Subei officials, and took the people sent by the court to start walking around to rescue disasters.

After leaving the largest city in Subei, Mr. Fang and his party truly realized how badly Subei was affected by the disaster.

There are people starving to death at any time on the roadside, the grain of grain is not harvested, and the food is changed... It is not an exaggeration to say a hell on earth.

"It's all so serious, why do those people say it doesn't matter? Does it matter? Will they admit that the disaster is serious when the people are dead?"

When the younger officials saw this scene, their eyes were already red.

What is said in the book or heard from other people's mouths can't be seen with their own eyes. They lived in the city and were almost deceived by the tranquility of the city. If Mr. Fang insisted on taking them out, they would not know themselves until they returned to Beijing. What did I do wrong?

When a half-aged teenager in ragged clothes saw their group, his eyes suddenly glowed, and he crawled over with his hands and feet: "Several gentlemen, please do good, give me something to eat."

The soft-hearted official went to get the food subconsciously, but was stopped by Mr. Fang: "Stop!"

Mr. Fang came over, looked at the faintly surrounded victims, frowned, and squatted down, ignoring the doubts of the official just now: "Can you still go? Follow up if you can, and see if there are none, our people. Make porridge over there, if you insist on walking there, you will get something to eat, not only will you be full today, but you will be full in the future."

In front of it is a small town, which is also the target of Master Fang and his party.

The young man looked into the distance, and then looked at Mr. Fang, who was squatting down and looked at him, his eyes were half puzzled and half struggling.

Mr. Fang nodded: "Don't lie to you, our people have already arrived there. Look, is there cooking smoke over there?"

The teenager looked at it again, and in a trance, it seemed that he really saw a few smokes rising from the kitchen.

"You look like a good person, I believe you once." The boy's face was full of dirt, but his eyes were no longer dead, but there was light, which is the look of people who see hope after despair.

Master Fang resisted the sourness in his heart: "If you keep up, you will survive."

The young man nodded.

Master Fang stood up, picked up a branch from the side, and handed it to the boy: "This is for you."

With the support of the branches, the young man stood up slowly, looked at the backs of Master Fang and his group, and followed slowly and firmly step by step.