Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

Soon it was Feng Zhan Ye’s birthday.

At daybreak, Gu Qingzhi and Feng Zhanye got on the main mansion's carriage.

Today's charity event was held outside a teahouse not far from Longqing Street. Taking into account that many people still had taboos about evil spirits, Zuo Fuhong specially arranged for Feng Zhanye to only show up on the second floor of the teahouse, and the specific work of distributing porridge would be done by the Zuo family.

If it were in the past, Feng Zhanye might have been unable to help showing his displeasure, but now he just smiled faintly, nodded politely to Prime Minister Zuo and the children of the Zuo family, and then went upstairs obediently.

Zuo Fuhong, along with a few children and servants from the Prime Minister's Mansion, were busy downstairs, setting up a porridge shed and preparing food. Gu Qingzhi stood behind Feng Zhanye and watched them coldly, unable to help but feel amused.

This is one of the reasons why the Left Prime Minister won the praise of the people of Kyoto.

Other dignitaries might only make donations once or twice a year as a show, but Zuo Fuhong was the only one who never got tired of it and did so every month.

She also believed that the father and son acted in this way out of sincerity. After all, there were so many people in Kyoto who could not afford to eat and lived on the streets. Such an action was undoubtedly for their own good.

But during this period, what they asked Feng Zhanye to do was to use the same method they used against Guang'an Hou to eliminate dissidents, and even annexed the property of those people, secretly making every effort to corrode his bones and drink his blood.

Among these numerous displaced people, how many have been persecuted directly or indirectly by them?

On the one hand, you exploit others for everything they have, and on the other hand, you give them food as if you are out of kindness. What kind of good deed is this?

The porridge stall was built, the rice was put into the pot, and the line of people waiting for alms gradually formed.

Soon, more and more people gathered around, and many of them noticed the handsome young man standing upstairs. Based on the rumors and today's scene, they roughly guessed his identity.

Just seeing him there made many curious people start whispering.

"That little evil star is standing upstairs. I feel creepy. I have to find a Taoist temple to worship when I go back."

"Yes, he looks handsome, but after standing here for a while, I felt uncomfortable all over and my back was cold."

"According to the storybook, the demons that harm people are all covered in good appearances. I think he is probably the reincarnation of an evil ghost."

After all, this was the first time that Feng Zhanye had appeared in public outside the Prime Minister's Residence since leaving the palace. It was also the first time they had learned of his current situation since the rumors of his successful assassination, and the direction of their discussions became increasingly outrageous.

Wherever Feng Zhanye is, there will always be rumors and gossip. Gu Qingzhi had a deep understanding of this in her previous life.

The porridge was ready, the steamed buns were out of the pot, and the long line began to move slowly.

"To celebrate His Royal Highness Prince Duan's birthday, the Prime Minister's Mansion has set up a porridge stall for alms. Each person is limited to one bowl of white porridge and one steamed bun. Don't fight over them, line up to receive them!"

Zuo Fuhong's face was full of joy, and the servant beside him was shouting loudly.

For some people, a bowl of thin porridge and a steamed bun is enough for the whole day.

As the waiter shouted, the number of people around the stall increased instead of decreasing, and the poor people who were watching also joined the team.

It was noisy downstairs, but Gu Qingzhi and Feng Zhanye could still hear many comments praising Zuo Fuhong.

"Where in the world is there anyone as kind as Lord Zuo Xiang? He picked up a son that the emperor didn't want, and took him home to pamper him like a treasure."

"Who says it's not true? Lord Zuo Xiang not only spent a lot of money to exorcise the evil spirit for him, but also made donations to help him accumulate merit. None of his biological children have received such treatment."

"I heard that the Left Prime Minister had just found out that General Zhenbei was corrupt a few days ago, and he even reported it to the emperor on his behalf, clearing his name."

"Our Great Yu Kingdom has such a kind-hearted, honest and upright prime minister. We can rest assured for the next hundred years."

The voices of praise continued to ring in her ears. Gu Qingzhi listened silently and couldn't help but recall the moment of her own death. She clenched her fists tightly and suppressed the waves of nausea that rose in her heart.

The more such remarks she heard, the more she wanted to know how these people would react when the true identities of the Zuo Xiang and his son were revealed one day.

Feng Zhanye noticed her discomfort, turned around and asked quietly: "Azhi, what's wrong with you?"

Gu Qingzhi saw him looking at her, and quickly adjusted her expression and shook her head gently: "I'm fine."

Feng Zhanye shook something out of his sleeve thoughtfully, put his hands behind his back and spread out his palms.

It's a piece of candied fruit.

This child, don’t you think she is hungry because she didn’t eat?

Gu Qingzhi saw him waving his fingers to try to attract her attention, she curled her lips, took the candy and put it in her mouth.

The sweet and sour taste instantly diluted the nausea.

"Is it sour?"

Feng Zhanye glanced at it indifferently. He had kept this piece of candy secretly for the whole morning. He had put it in his sleeve and a lot of the icing had been rubbed off. He didn't know if it still tasted good.

Gu Qingzhi shook her head: "Not sour, sweet."

There was a familiar sound of approaching footsteps behind me. I had no doubt it was Zuo Chengyu.

As the host of the porridge distribution event, he did not participate with his father and younger brothers and sisters, but was responsible for watching the area around the porridge stall and maintaining order.

Gu Qingzhi and Feng Zhanye were not at all surprised that he would come upstairs.

Since the last wedding banquet, he got married but seemed to have not changed much. I just heard that someone slapped him on his wedding night and he stayed in the study for several days.

"There are so many poor people under the emperor's feet. I wonder what the situation is like in other places."

Zuo Chengyu walked to Feng Zhanye with his hands behind his back and looked at the long queue downstairs, unable to help but sigh.

Feng Zhanye just smiled and replied casually: "With Lord Zuo Xiang doing good deeds every month, the people of Yu will naturally have nothing to worry about."

Zuo Chengyu relied on his height advantage, looked down at him and smiled: "Zhan Ye is really getting better at talking now."

Feng Zhanye also looked at him: "Of course it was the left prime minister and the eldest young master who taught him well."

The two of them watched the line for porridge slowly move forward and talked harmoniously on the surface, but there were undercurrents between them.

Gu Qingzhi did not pay attention to the conversation between the two people. Instead, she carefully observed the two people Zuo Lanxin was facing in front of the porridge stall downstairs.

The father and son were in rags and covered in dust. It was clearly their turn, but they hesitated and did not dare to step forward.

"Uncle and grandpa, it's your turn! I'll serve you some porridge."

Zuo Lanxin greeted the two of them very warmly, smiling brightly and obediently.

However, the two men seemed not to have heard it and continued standing there motionless.

Voices of urging and questioning began to be heard from the team behind them.

"Can the people in the front move a little? Don't occupy the seats and not get the porridge. Or give up your seats and let us get the porridge first?"

A skinny homeless man asked loudly and impatiently.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Zuo Lanxin's face, but when she felt Zuo Fuhong's gaze on her, she quickly put on a smile.

She put down what she was holding, walked around to the porridge stall, and reached out to support the old man.

"Grandpa, you must be tired after standing for too long. Let me help you over."

As soon as she took a step, the old man shook his head tremblingly: "No, don't... don't pull me!"

Zuo Lanxin had little patience to begin with. If her father and Brother Ye had not been present, she would have covered her nose and retreated, let alone being so close to these dirty and smelly guys like she was now.

Seeing that her face was about to turn ugly, the old man's son hurriedly explained: "Miss Zuo, please don't be angry, my father just has some unspeakable secrets, he didn't do this on purpose."

Zuo Lanxin curled her lips and patiently asked, "Grandpa, if you have any difficulties, just tell us, my father will do his best to help you."

The old man looked at Zuo Fuhong and saw him nod slightly. Then he asked cautiously, "Sanqing Zhenren, have your porridge and steamed buns passed through the hands of that evil star?"