[Transmigration Book] Refuse to be a mother

Spouse...a good match?

Liu Muchen blinked. The man in front of him was dressed in a blue official robe, with a gentle and refined temperament, and he was quite handsome, but occasionally there was a flash of light in those dark eyes. He raised the corners of his lips and looked at him. It makes people feel a little scared.

Liu Muchen was thinking about the word "a good match", and couldn't help but said: "I'm an actor in the lower district, my lord's words may be inappropriate."

After finishing speaking, Liu Muchen secretly gave Xiao Yan a look, hoping that he could say something to clear up the misunderstanding.

Xiao Yan raised the corners of his lips, he looked at the blue-robed official, he didn't seem to notice Liu Muchen's eyes, he just smiled and said, "Young Master of Guanglu Temple, why not?"

When Mo Xu heard Xiao Yan call his name, he was so happy that he almost jumped up, and said straightly: "Unexpectedly, the lord remembers Wei Chen, Wei Chen is really lucky!"

Mo Xu?

Liu Muchen blinked, this person is actually Mo Xu? !

The Minister of Guanglu Temple is not a great official position. The reason why Liu Muchen still remembers it is because in Liu Ya's book, Mo Xu, the Minister of Guanglu Temple, is too accomplished in flattery. It is said that he knows that the prince is so weak and weak. Huan, even put on powder on purpose to hook up with the prince, although it seems to have failed in the end...

Liu Muchen looked at Mo Xu, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, after thinking about it, he felt a little puzzled again, in the original book, Mo Xu should belong to the prince/son/party, why did he just see his behavior, but every line is trying to please Xiao Yan?

Xiao Yan smiled and said, "The deputy disaster relief envoy sent by my father is you?"

Mo Xu bowed and said: "Exactly, as long as the prince has his life, the villain will follow the prince..."

"Refugees are suffering from hunger. In order to prevent the people's sentiments from surging, I have not obtained the permission of the prince to release the food in advance. Please forgive me!" Wei Xiaohe, who was standing quietly by the side, suddenly spoke, and interrupted Mo Xu's words mercilessly. A torrent of rhetoric.

Xiao Yan said: "Your Majesty Wei sympathizes with the common people, how could this king blame you, your lord is serious."

"Thank you, my lord." Wei Xiaohe bowed to Xiao Yan and stood up leisurely.

Mo Xu rubbed his nose, knowing that the previous argument failed to flatter Xiao Yan, he stretched out a hand towards the east, and said to Xiao Yan: "My lord, please!"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Liu Muchen and said with a smile, "My lord, please."

Liu Muchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and under the guidance of Mo Xu Pidianpidian, the two walked quickly to the woods on the outskirts of the city. Liu Muchen deliberately walked at the end because of his status, Xiao Yan also retreated silently when he saw this.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing Liu Muchen rolling his eyes, Xiao Yan couldn't help laughing.

Liu Muchen said thoughtfully: "This is probably someone under the crown prince, so you have to watch it carefully. The disaster relief matter is of great importance, so don't be careless."

Xiao Yan said with a smile: "Although I don't know if it is the prince's intention that he is a minister of Guanglu Temple to be the deputy envoy for disaster relief, but if he wants to use him to make trouble, then the prince will definitely underestimate this king."

"Although that's the case, I have to guard against..." Liu Muchen paused, looked at the smile on Xiao Yan's face, and asked doubtfully, "Your Highness seems to have a good impression of Mo Xu?"

Although Xiao Yan's expression was the same as most of the time, after getting along day and night these days, Liu Muchen was very sensitive to his inner emotional changes.

Xiao Yan smiled and said, "He can talk."

Liu Muchen let out a chuckle: "Is the lord still short of someone to flatter me?"

Xiao Yan stared at Liu Muchen, with a meaningful smile in his eyes: "Other people can't take pictures correctly, but he still has good eyesight."

Liu Muchen blinked, feeling that there was something wrong with the way Xiao Yan looked at him.

Everyone walked around the grove, and a large open space suddenly came into view.Sand and dust raged in the autumn wind. Groups of disaster victims sat by a few big trees. They were dressed in ragged clothes and gnawed on the cold steamed buns and rice balls they had just brought. Their frail bodies seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time.

Liu Muchen followed Xiao Yan all the way in, and the refugees along the way nibbled on the rations in their hands, turning a blind eye to Xiao Yan and the two court officials passing by.

Mo Xu looked around, trying to get those refugees to stand up and salute Xiao Yan, but was blocked by the latter's eyes.

"It's mine! Don't snatch it from me! Woooooo..." There was a burst of crying from the side of the road. Liu Muchen turned his head and saw a little girl with a dusty face lying on the ground. She wrapped her slender arms around the calf of a big man, her petite face was covered with tears and snot, and miserable pleadings could not be heard coming from her mouth.

"You don't eat! Don't stand in the latrine and don't shit!" The big man shouted viciously. He grabbed the steamed buns he snatched from the little girl and ran away.

"Don't! That's my thing!" The little girl grabbed the big man tightly, and her bare/exposed knees rubbed against the hard ground, bloody and bloody.

"You're talking nonsense! Get the hell out of here!" The big man kicked hard, and the little girl's body flew out at the same time. Liu Muchen was startled, and hurriedly ran behind the girl to support her.

He looked down at the crying little girl in his arms, and said angrily, "Stop!"

The big man clicked his tongue and roared, "What are you..."

"Bold!" Mo Xu roared: "You can scold the prince's people too?!"

The big man was taken aback for a moment, and for a moment, he shouted like crazy: "What kind of prince is not a prince! There are only dead and living people here, and the court is incompetent. It's so farting after being idle for so long! What is it!"

The man snorted coldly, grabbed the cold steamed bun in his hand and walked away without looking back.

Mo Xu looked at Xiao Yan who was frowning slightly, and shot back: "Bold! How dare you speak disrespectfully to the prince, come here, give him..."

"Forget it." Xiao Yan looked at the big man, and there was an unknown light in his jade-like eyes.He passed Mo Xu and walked to Liu Muchen's side, and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

Liu Muchen shook his head, he knelt down and pressed the little girl's shoulder, and said softly, "Are you okay?"

The girl wiped her tears with her dirty hands, and cried, "I... I'm hungry."

Liu Muchen recalled what the big man said earlier, and asked in confusion: "That steamed bun was sent earlier? Why don't you eat it?"

The girl sobbed a few times and murmured: "It's too hard...I can't eat it."

Liu Muchen was slightly taken aback, and he looked at the girl's small open mouth, where there were no teeth yet.

At this age, it seems to be the time to change teeth...

Liu Muchen frowned, and he looked around. There were not a few children in this group of refugees. Some of them were brought by their parents and ate chewed snacks, some were orphans like girls, or Looking at the cold steamed buns in his hand, he kneaded them on the ground and crushed them before stuffing them into his mouth.

Eye sockets were slightly red, Liu Muchen looked at the children who were not fully clothed, and felt that the scene in front of him was extremely unreal.

No matter what era he was in, he had never experienced the feeling of hunger for a moment. He didn't understand the pain of not having enough to eat, but looking at those hungry children whose faces were blue, his body trembled involuntarily.

"Why are they all cold steamed buns? Is there nothing else?" Liu Muchen said in a rough voice.

Hearing Liu Muchen's hoarse voice, Wei Xiaohe couldn't help being stunned, and Mo Xu rushed forward and said: "The land here is sparsely forested, late autumn is coming, the autumn wind is strong, and sometimes there is sand and dust raging, there is a huge amount of food to be distributed , there is no such comprehensive way to prevent it, so it is more or less cold and hard when it is sent to refugees."

Liu Muchen frowned. He looked at the food tents not far away. The food that each person can receive for each meal is strictly controlled. It seems that today's food has been distributed, but there is a lot of vacancy in that place right now. Liu Muchen looked at those who were packing up, picked up the little girl with an injured knee, and walked over.

Xiao Yan was taken aback for a moment, hurriedly followed, and suggested: "Let me hug her."

Liu Muchen shook his head, and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"My lord, this..." Mo Xu came up from behind, he looked at Liu Muchen and then at Xiao Yan, with hesitation in his eyes.

Xiao Yan waved his hands and said, "Let him do whatever he wants, seeing him is like seeing my king, understand?"

Mo Xu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded doggy-leggedly, and said with a smile, "Yes."

Wei Xiaohe stood at the end, quietly looking at Liu Muchen who was going away, wondering if he heard Xiao Yan's words.

"Steam a steamed bun for her, make it soft." Liu Muchen rushed to the tent and said something abruptly to the people inside.

Those people were slightly taken aback, and someone frowned and said, "Who are you? Today's rations are all distributed, not to mention that they have been steamed before coming here, how can there be any reason to light a fire here and then steam them?"

"Go." A slightly old and deep voice suddenly sounded.

When the people in the tent saw it, they hurried out and bowed to salute: "Master Shangshu!"

At the right time, Xiao Yan and Mo Xu came up from behind. When those people saw Xiao Yan, they couldn't help but increase their movements a bit, and shouted: "I have seen King Xuan Ning!"

Xiao Yan looked at Liu Muchen who was standing in front of the tent as if he was thinking about something, and said to those people: "Get up, and do as your Lord Shangshu tells you."

"Yes!" When those people heard Xiao Yan's words, where there was no such thing as all the rations being distributed, they hurriedly went to help Liu Muchen with the things that had been packed.

"Hey, what are you looking at! The little girl didn't eat, but you have already eaten, be careful that you won't get anything tomorrow!"

Mo Xu saw a group of refugees poking their heads in this direction, and hurriedly led a group of guards to block their sight.

Xiao Yan raised the corners of his lips, walked up to Wei Xiaohe, smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, Lord Shangshu."

Wei Xiaohe said in a deep voice: "My lord, you don't need to thank me, I'm telling you the truth, it's not because of my lord's order that I help Mr. Xiyuan."

Xiao Yan said with a smile: "That's natural. Everyone in the court and public knows that Lord Wei does not seek power and power, and he is dedicated to the people. Father always speaks highly of him, and Xiao Wang also admires him very much."

Wei Xiaohe was silent for a long time, then he whispered: "Your Majesty is absurd."

Xiao Yan smiled, and just took it as a humble remark.

"What are those?" Liu Muchen asked, pointing to the large stacked long objects in the corner of the tent.

"Those are jackets. Wait for the weather to cool in two days, and then send them to the refugees to protect them from the wind and cold." Xiao Yan walked to Liu Muchen's side, and put his arms around Liu Muchen's shoulders logically.

Those people were still a little disapproving of Liu Muchen, but seeing Xiao Yan protecting him in his arms like a baby, they immediately woke up.

Is it possible that this person is Mr. Xi Yuan? !

Those people looked at each other for a while, then came to their senses, nodded and said: "As the prince said."

Liu Muchen thought for a moment, then said: "You guys can't do this, go and take out those jackets later, and re-steam the steamed buns at night, so that the refugees can have hot food tomorrow morning."

"You can go before..."

"Hey, just do as you say."

Before the voice of questioning came out, it was interrupted by some cunning people.

"Steamed buns alone are not enough, there is also water..." Liu Muchen paused and asked, "Can there be porridge, millet or rice?"

Everyone seemed to have heard some big joke. Some people looked at Liu Chenmu, wondering: "This millet and rice are very expensive now, and the quantity is not much. They are all used for emergencies. Making porridge to distribute food to refugees is absolutely impossible."

Liu Muchen frowned, and at the right time, a familiar voice came from a distance: "Who said there are not many?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, Liu Muchen turned his head away, and a happy smile appeared on his face.