Pei Jiufeng frowned tightly: "Impossible!"

"What's impossible?" Shaoyin pouted and showed him the bowl in his hand, "I made a bowl for you, see for yourself."

Pei Jiufeng looked down, her face sank suddenly.

His mouth was pursed tightly, his chest heaving violently with anger.

"How could this be?!" he exclaimed angrily.

Shaoyin didn't take back her hand, but still handed the bowl forward: "Drink it, I brought it for you."

Pei Jiufeng refused to answer.

He thought it was an insult!

He clearly approved a lot of food for disaster relief!

"Look at how angry you are, what's the matter?" Shaoyin saw that he was so angry that his face turned purple, and he didn't take the bowl. In a tone of voice, he said, "Just listen to the matter of disaster relief. Could it be that you think that the boss will really control our life and death?"

Pei Jiufeng raised her head suddenly!

Staring at Shao Yin, his eyes spit fire.

"Naive child." Shaoyin patted his head pitifully.

Pei Jiufeng was so furious that she turned her head away and waved her open: "Don't touch me!"

"Why are you angry with me?" Seeing him getting angry, Shaoyin's eyes widened, "What did I say wrong? Don't you know what kind of virtue is today? He is ruthless and cruel. It's getting sadder every day, who doesn't hate him?"

She gave an example: "Just say Aunt Li's family, how wealthy was the original family? When our parents died, they also lent us money for burial. But now? There are three sons in the family. There is still a young son left, and he will be taken away when he is old enough. In order to keep the only young son, Aunt Li's family went bankrupt and bought the conscripts, and now the family is very sad!"

"Also at Uncle Chen's house, my aunt fell ill. He was raising his six-year-old daughter by himself. The conscripts came to his house and wanted to take him away. He begged and knelt down to them. Just don't let it go. Uncle Chen's family is poor, and he spent all his money to treat his aunt's illness. There is no way to pay for it like Aunt Li's family did, but when he is gone, who will support his young daughter? "

"Do you know how Uncle Chen did it? He took out a knife and chopped off his left foot. Since then, he was a crippled man. Even if he went into battle, he couldn't fight, so he was not taken away!"

Shaoyin said angrily, with his hands on his hips: "Do you think such a faint and cruel monarch is willing to give us food for disaster relief?"

Pei Jiufeng's face was burning with pain!

I just can't keep my head up!

"Don't be angry." Shaoyin calmed down and said, "What's wrong with expecting, do you expect that stupid and cruel thing? Besides, we still have the money you make from painting, and there is still a lot left, save it. The flowers will last until spring next year."

"After the spring of next year, your legs will be taken care of long ago. When the time comes, you can find something to do with me. It's really impossible. Let's leave Qingxian and go to a place where there is no disaster."

Pei Jiufeng was so ashamed that she buried her head deeply.

He had never been so ashamed.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, he just felt that everything he saw was a condemnation of him.

Because he ignored the government, even tyranny, Wang Dachun's family had a hard time.

It was late autumn, and Wang Dachun didn't even have any thick clothes, and he looked at the length of old clothes from a few years ago.

Not to mention Uncle Chen's misery.

He didn't care about this before, even if he died of hunger, he wouldn't blink.

But now, listening to Shaoyin speaking angrily, he felt so embarrassed that he couldn't face her.

He finally remembered that he was Pei Jiufeng, not Wang Dagen.

He was the ruthless and cruel king she hated, not the younger brother she loved and raised.

He is a despicable thief, doing things to mutilate her, but enjoying her love and care.

"Let me go back! Let me go back!"

He clenched his fists, closed his eyes and shouted in his heart, "I want to wake up! Let me wake up!"

He screamed with all his might in his heart, and the demon seemed to hear it, and a faint twist ran through his body, and then returned to normal.

Before opening her eyes, Pei Jiufeng could smell a faint incense on the tip of her nose.

He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the noble, gorgeous, and exquisite palace, suddenly his eyes stabbed, and the pain caused his tears to flow up.

"I got a secret note, and most of the disaster relief food in the three southwestern counties was not delivered to the victims."

In the courtroom, he sat on the dragon chair with a pale face. He changed his usual laziness and anger, and burst out with terrifying anger: "I just don't kill people for a few days, and some people's necks are itchy!"

Smelling the resurgent killing intent of the young emperor, and it was a hundred times more terrifying than before, the courtiers trembled and knelt on the ground.

"Sir, be sure to investigate clearly!"

"I will give justice to the people of the three counties in the southwest!"

Pei Jiufeng snorted coldly, tapped the armrest of the dragon chair with her fingers, and made a slow and rhythmic sound, one after another, making one's heart hang: "I only give you half a month. If you can't let it within half a month, The people of the three southwestern counties eat food for disaster relief—"

He didn't say anything after that.

But they all know what the end is.

"The ministers must live up to the holy hope!"

Pei Jiufeng sent confidants to monitor.

Although he ignored government affairs, he had accumulated strength in eradicating his brothers.

If not, how could he sit firmly on this dragon chair?

Confidants send secret reports every day.

Corrupt people will be beheaded and their families will be exiled.

According to his temperament in the past, all the clansmen are merciful and soft-hearted, and it is his style to punish the nine clans!

But the demon would not allow him to do so.

Wang Dachun...probably won't like it either.

Then exile.

Let them all have a taste of what it's like to be without food and clothing.

Beheading all the way, house raiding all the way, the imperial censor and his confidants transported the disaster relief food to the three counties in the southwest within half a month.