Chapter 259: Bok Nyeo Is a Real Bok Nyeo

The eighth day of the sixth lunar month.

It should have been a blazing sun with the sun shining brightly.

However, the emperor stood on the Temple of Heaven and saw snow everywhere.

The day before yesterday, the heavy snow that had lasted for two months finally stopped.

The entire Cangyun Kingdom had become a cold snowy world.

In just two days, countless corpses were cleared from under the snow.

The cries in the city continued.

The cold wind was howling, and the emperor's deep face became haggard and solemn.

All the ministers were wearing thick fur coats, and followed the emperor to watch the Temple of Heaven, where the national master drew divinations and cast spells to ask for the will of heaven.

A moment after the national master shook the silver bell, the turtle back thrown into the fire cracked.

Not long after, he took it out, and when the national master saw the cracks on it, his eyes suddenly widened.

He bent his knees and knelt directly to the emperor, presenting the turtle back with trembling hands.

"Your Majesty, the sky shows that this is a natural disaster, a great disaster, even worse than the drought."

In other words, it is even more miserable than the years of drought?

The emperor heard this and knelt on the futon, raised his arms and cried to the heaven: "My God, what did my people do wrong? What did my son do wrong?"

"If there is a disaster, punish me alone, don't harm Cangyun Country! All the people are suffering, no grass grows, where is the mercy of the gods?"

Since the snowstorm, Mo Lingwei's cold attacks have become more and more frequent.

In just two months, he has fainted four times.

The aconite medicine is no longer effective.

On the contrary, every time Shen Ningning came to the palace, she cooked soup for him personally. After drinking her soup, Mo Lingwei would get better within two days.

At this moment, Chen Shaobei rode a fast horse, whipped and hurriedly reported: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a cold attack!"

The emperor looked sad: "Please ask the lucky girl to enter the palace."

Xie Suzhi, who stood at the head of the civil officials, had a slightly moved expression on his cold face like white jade.

Chen Shaobei hurriedly led his troops back to Langshan to invite Shen Ningning.

The emperor stood up with the help of the eunuch.

His eyes were red, and in just a few moments, he had stabilized his mind.

"Post the imperial edict and inform the people to stock up rice and buy food to deal with natural disasters." At this point, it is still necessary to announce it to the world and work together.

When the rows of imperial guards, hanging the imperial flag, rushed out of the palace gate, the people seemed to see hope in despair, and hurriedly ran behind the horses.

The imperial guards posted the imperial edict at various street corners. The national teacher had re-divinated. The natural disaster was coming, and the emperor ordered everyone to be prepared.

Next, the court will participate in the control of local grain stores and open the granaries of the national treasury for disaster relief.

The emperor also called on people of lofty ideals from all sides to donate supplies and help the victims.

Countless people fell down in front of the imperial edict and cried heartbreakingly.

"God damn national teacher, I listened to him and said there would be no disasters in winter, so I sold all the extra clothes and food I bought!"

"That national teacher is right, there are indeed no disasters in winter, who would have thought that it was almost summer and natural disasters came!"

"It turns out that what Fu Nu said is the most accurate. She told us in advance that she had left time for us to prepare. I hate my pig head. Why didn't I believe Fu Nu?"

Everyone regretted it.

I don't know who said in the crowd: "Fu Nu must have hoarded a lot of things, right? Let's go find her!"

Everyone woke up from a dream and echoed.

"Yes, ask Fu Nu for help!"

"She is Fu Nu, she can't ignore our lives, right?"

Lord Lu, the commander of the imperial army, who had not walked far away, glanced at the group of people coldly.

Before the natural disaster came, they scolded Fu Nu as worthless.

Now that the natural disaster has really come, they are willing to admit that Shen Ningning is a Fu Nu.

In this world, the human heart is the hardest to save.

Commander Lu whipped his whip, and the air made a "snap" sound, which frightened the people and made them hold their heads.

He said coldly: "The emperor has ordered that Fu Nu enter the palace. If anyone tries to influence Fu Nu at this juncture, don't blame this commander for being rude."

The people immediately shrank in fear.

The idea of ​​looking for Shen Ningning was dispelled.

At this time, Chen Shaobei came with his men and horses.

In the middle, a float surrounded by thick felt curtains was dragged.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Chen Shaobei shouted hurriedly.

Commander Lu and the imperial guards helped guide the people to the sides of the road.

The curtain was shaken by the wind, revealing a white and tender little face, a glimpse of beauty.

Some people were shocked and shouted immediately: "It's the float of Fu Nu!"

They rushed over like crazy, and Chen Shaobei and his horse were immediately frightened.

The float shook immediately.

In the car, Shen Ningning held the wall of the car with her little hand, and her body followed the violent bumps of the float, like a shaking little dumpling.

Jiang Zhi sat next to her and said angrily: "This group of unruly people, I will go down to deal with them!"

Shen Ningning pressed her little hand: "It's okay, I guessed it a long time ago, Sister Jiang Zhi, throw those barrels down."

Jiang Zhi looked at the corner. Just before going out, Shen Ningning asked her to help and put three wooden barrels of big buns.

It is estimated that they had guessed that they would be surrounded by the people.

The wooden barrels were thrown out of the float, and the people swarmed up and robbed them like crazy!

Commander Lu was about to whip and arrest people, but seeing this, he immediately urged Chen Shaobei: "Hurry up and take the float into the palace."

Chen Shaobei nodded, and with a scolding, the team successfully left the crowd.

Jiang Zhi lifted the curtain and watched Commander Lu maintaining order.

That group of people actually started fighting over something to eat.

She frowned: "If you had known this, wouldn't you have prepared earlier when you reminded them?"

"Now you know you're in a hurry, what have you done earlier?"

Shen Ningning sighed, holding her cheek with her little hand, her round face full of helplessness.

"We are all ordinary people. When we heard the imperial teacher say there would be no disaster in winter, we would doubt the truth of what I said."

"But fortunately, my relatives and friends around me all listened to me. As long as you are okay, I will be relieved."

Jiang Zhi thought about it and couldn't help saying: "I'm afraid the emperor will make demands on you when you enter the palace this time."

Shen Ningning didn't answer, looking at the gloomy sky outside the window, the north wind whistling, and fell into deep thought.

Two days ago, godfather Xie Suzhi reminded her of this matter.

The emperor couldn't stand the pressure, and he knew that she had hoarded so many goods before, so he would definitely talk to her.

Shen Ningning pouted her little mouth and said: "Compared to this, I am more worried about my brother's health."

At the same time

Outside Xiangyun Village, the old village chief led people to drive out Wang Qiaoer and Deng Fugui, who were wearing thin clothes.

Wang Qiaoer knelt on the ground and cried, "Grandpa, Fugui is your grandson, you can't ignore him."

"Badeshun, that bastard, thought that we were in the way and that there were not enough supplies at home, so he drove us out."

"If even you, old man, don't care, then we will freeze to death on the roadside!"

As she said this, she tugged at Deng Fugui, who was silent beside her.

"Fugui, hurry up, kneel down, beg your grandfather."

Then, Wang Qiaoer raised her voice and tilted her head to look at the village: "Ningning, Ningning! You are kind, give us a way to live."

"Don't shout, Ningning has been invited to the palace," the old village chief shouted, "I will never allow you to enter the village as long as I am here."

He glanced at Deng Fugui, closed his eyes, and said in a heavy voice: "I don't have a grandson."