Chapter 186 I raised my husband in ancient times (75)
"Only the DPRK and China allocate funds for disaster relief. Since the lives and deaths of the people in northern Xinjiang are at stake, I would like to directly send the army to send cotton clothes and food, which can best solve the urgent need."
The new emperor nodded and said again.
"What do you think of Cen Aiqing?"
Cen Jin said loudly.
"I feel that what the Prime Minister said is very true, and I second my opinion."
The new emperor patted the dragon chair and sighed.
"The people are displaced, and there are countless casualties. I feel very sad. Since the prime minister feels that we should immediately allocate food and clothing for disaster relief, I will draft an imperial edict. You will personally see and deliver 30,000 pieces of cotton-padded clothes and quilts, and 10,000 shi of food. Three days later, Set off immediately to help the people in the disaster area.”
Cen Jin: "I accept the order."
Lin Chaomu: "I...accept the order."
The disaster in northern Xinjiang was severe. Tens of thousands of victims moved south along the river and gathered in various towns in the south.
The people complained and mourned, and the situation was urgent.
Lin Chaomu knew the seriousness of the matter. Less than five years after the young emperor ascended the throne, such a natural disaster occurred. If someone with intentions took advantage of it, it would definitely be detrimental to the majesty of the new emperor.
At this point, the new emperor could only send his two most trusted ministers to personally provide disaster relief.
When the prime minister of the dynasty goes to the Northern Wasteland on the emperor's order, the people will definitely praise your majesty for being wise and caring for the people.
Lin Chaomu couldn't help but say no to all this.
Three days later, Lin Chaomu packed his luggage and prepared to leave for Northern Xinjiang.
Half an hour before leaving, Lin Chaomu sat in Jiang Tang's Nuan Pavilion and squeezed her legs.
Mother Lin was also sitting on the side.
Jiang Tang was unwell now, and Lin Chaomu did not allow her to go out and wanted to see her off.
"After I leave, I will come back within a month. You take good care of yourself and don't get out of bed and walk around by yourself, okay?"
Jiang Tang nodded so hard that Lin Chaomu kept chattering for three whole days. Looking at it, if Jiang Tang hadn't been in such a bad shape, he would definitely not be able to go with him. He wished he could tie Jiang Tang around his waist wherever he went. When Lin Chaomu's carriage left, Jiang Tang put on her cloak and let the little girl help her to the pavilion on the back wall.
The pavilion is very high. Standing on it, you can see Lin Chaomu's carriage slowly driving away.
On the carriage, if Lin Chaomu felt something, he raised his hand to open the curtain of the carriage and looked up.
Across a wall in the distance, Jiang Tang, wearing a red cloak, stood on a high pavilion and smiled brightly at him.
That smile is like a flower blooming in summer. It is so bright that it can be directly imprinted in the heart and will be unforgettable forever.
Dependency value: 100
Mission completion: 95
Lin Chaomu left for about a month.
One night, Jiang Tang felt a sweetness in his throat and a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. A mouthful of blood spurted out and splashed on the bright red quilt.
"Well..."
Jiang Tang held his stomach, his eyes red.
"Green willow! Green willow!"
In the empty room, no one responded to her.
Cuiliu is the little girl who serves Jiang Tang. She is usually calm and meticulous in her work, but she was nowhere to be seen at this time.
Jiang Tang's heart sank, he held his stomach and propped up the foot of the bed, trying to stand up.
Suddenly, a heat flow passed between his legs, and Jiang Tang tightened his grip on the foot of the bed!
He lowered his head and saw that under his white pants, bright red blood stained the pants dazzlingly, and continued to spread downwards.
Jiang Tang took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, and walked towards the door. When she opened the door, a cold chill hit her face. It was as if she was the only one left in the world of ice and snow.
The yard door was locked.
Jiang Tang stood in the snow, his hands trembling slightly.
The blood underneath him dripped on the pure white snow, like red plum blossoms blooming, drop by drop, spreading from the room to the door of the yard.
(End of chapter)