God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

Bai Fengqiu's tense mood suddenly relaxed.

"In this way, there will be Prince Laudu."

Pointing to the chair, Du He said, "Master Bai, please sit down. I'll let Li Ergou, the deputy captain of the Guancheng Brigade, come over to handle this matter..."

Bai Fengqiu waited left and right.

After about a stick of incense, Li Ergou appeared in the camp.

Du He briefly explained the matter, and said: "Ergou, Mr. Bai is the supervisor of disaster relief. We can't just watch his family live without a fixed place. You should immediately notify the city management team at Yongningmen to let him go." .”

But Li Ergou didn't move, he shook his head: "I can't let you go."

"Ok?"

Li Ergou explained: "You don't know something, son-in-law. In order to show our fairness and justice, no matter whether it is ordinary people or high-ranking officials, we treat them equally. Therefore, as long as the impounded houses are displayed outside the city wall, and will All the houses will be publicized throughout the city, and we have selected dozens of people as supervisors. Now, the materials of Mr. Bai are just outside the city, and the whole city of Chang'an knows. If these materials are released at this time, the supervisor The common people will definitely pursue it, and when the time comes, things will get serious, I'm afraid it won't be good..."

hum.

Swish.

When Bai Fengqiu heard this, he stood up nervously.

Du He turned around and said in embarrassment: "Lord Bai, I really can't do anything about this matter... If others don't know, it's easy to handle, but now the whole city knows, if I tell you, then I'm from Chang'an City." Sinner, I can't explain it to my father. In this way, I am not an unreasonable person. I am also very sad that your family has nowhere to live, especially when you think of your eighth lady who just passed the door. With her newborn son, I couldn't help crying... Alas... Ergou, allocated ten tents to Lord Bai, and sent a team to Lord Bai's mansion to help clean up the ruins and install the tents. "

Li Ergou hastily agreed, "Yes."

Bai Fengqiu took a look at Du He, gritted his teeth, turned around and left with Li Ergou.

"Hahaha……"

"Hahaha, did you see that when Master Bai left just now, his face was as white as flour paste, it's really satisfying."

"As a supervisor, this person is useless for disaster relief. Instead, he is looking for trouble everywhere. It is time to clean him up."

"There is also that nerd Wang Jingzhi, as long as he is his own supervisor, it's fine. If he wants to get involved in disaster relief, let him look good."

Li Ke and the others said while laughing.

At the door, Wang Jingzhi had just walked outside the camp, and when he heard these words, he was so frightened that he shrank his neck and ran away quickly.

……

Rumble.

Bang bang bang.

Where the original White House was located.

A city management team directs the craftsmen to be busy.

In a short time, the ruins of the entire mansion were cleared out, leaving an open space.

The craftsmen skillfully set up ten tents.

Bai Fengqiu's family finally lived in a tent, and they no longer have to guard the streets.

Many people were moved to tears.

"Consort Du is a good man!"

"That's right, if there is no Concubine Du, we would have to sleep on the streets today. I heard that many inns and restaurants have been destroyed, and there is no place to live."

"Consort Du is the head of disaster relief at such a young age, he is really young and promising."

Bai Fengqiu's family members praised Du He one after another.

But Bai Fengqiu walked over with a dark face, with a fierce look in his eyes and said: "Shut up, old man..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

……

half an hour.

in a tent.

Bai Fengqiu saw with his own eyes that two drops of blood in a basin of clear water fused together, and he took a look at the baby beside him before he let out a sigh of relief.

It is my own.

He looked at the beautiful eighth lady again, and asked in a cold voice: "I ask you, did you know Du He before?"

The Eighth Madam didn't know why, and said, "Consort Du is the number one talented person in the Tang Dynasty, and he is also the number one richest man in Chang'an..."

In words, he actually admired Du He very much.

Bai Fengqiu's face darkened, and he said angrily: "Bitch, are you having an affair with that fellow Du He, who does this child belong to?"

Mrs. Eight covered her face, and suddenly burst into tears: "Ah, you hit me, I'm dead, I'm dead..."

Immediately, the woman was looking for death and life.

Bai Fengqiu feels as big as 120 heads.

Especially when he thought of Du He's words during the day, he was even more disturbed.

What exactly is Du He's meaning? Why does he feel sad when he thinks of his eighth wife and the children born to him...

Bai Fengqiu came out, called the housekeeper over, and asked: "You know medical skills, is it reasonable to recognize relatives with this drop of blood?"

The butler shook his head: "Master, in fact, many people are wrong. It is unreasonable to recognize your relatives by dripping blood. For example, your blood and pig's blood can be fused together. Could it be said that the pig is your own child?"

Bai Fengqiu: "..."

He swayed and almost fell.

At this moment, a servant rushed over and said: "Master, it's not good, the Guancheng brigade sent dozens of carriages to take away all the things cleared from our house..."

"what?"

The mansion was cleared out, although most of it is ruins, but there are still many usable things, and many of them are gold, silver and jewelry from before, all of which are inside.

It was all taken away?

Bai Fengqiu's eyes went dark, and he fell straight on the ground.

……