"Then what if the little emperor single-handedly suppressed the flood this time?"

After finishing speaking, Feng De felt that he was simply stunned.

The forces of the fourteen southern states are intertwined, and their own masters have not come up with a way to maintain balance for so many years, how can Jun Wuhuan be?

"If that's really ......"

Feng Ye held the chess pieces in his hand, rubbing them slowly, and never spoke.

But in fact, I have already made up my mind that if the little thing can really suppress the flood by itself, then ......

"He" can't save that life!

He needs a pet, not a tiger that can threaten his position!

……

What is hunger in the wilderness, and what is the suffering of the people.

After Tang Huan arrived in the fourteen southern states, he was able to experience it immersively.

One by one, the ragged refugees collapsed on the newly flooded streets, emitting the stench of not being washed for a long time, and some of them were already injured, but the wounds had not had time to be treated, and there were flies constantly circling on them, and these people did not even have the strength to reach out and chase them.

There are wails everywhere!

Everywhere there are children's crying!

Every time you pass through the road, you will see refugees who have just lost their breath!

They are like animals without dignity, and after they die, they are exposed to the scorching sun. No one buried them for a day or two, and they began to rot and stink.

"Childe, I will sell my daughter to you, you can be a slave or a maid! Just a bite of food, just a bite of food, and I'll sell her to you! ”

When the richly dressed young man slowly walked through the group of refugees, someone rushed over, took his daughter's hand and knelt down together, pleading bitterly.

Even if it is a hussar general, an iron-clad man who has been fighting the battlefield for many years, he can't help but reddened his eyes when he sees this devastation and ruins.

Every loyal minister has a sense of responsibility.

For the country and the people, but not for yourself!

When he saw the girl kneeling on the ground, He Heng unconsciously thought of his daughter, so his compassion moved.

Tang Huan just continued indifferently.

He Heng had no choice but to hurry up and keep up.

Your Majesty, after all, you are just a child, and you can't understand the suffering of the people and the hardships of the people!

If not, it would not be so indifferent.

"He Qing must think that I am hard-hearted, right?"

Tang Huan walked through the streets full of refugees, and finally glanced back, his eyes were vicissitudes and calmness that did not match his age.

Why is she so unlucky, but she has never given up hope of life?

Because she has always known that everyone in this world has a hard life.

"Wechen doesn't dare."

"He Qing, I am the lord of the world, and it is the people of the world who want to be saved, not one person. If I had given a helping hand to the refugees who were in distress because of a moment of relenting, they would have swarmed us and trapped us completely. When people are cornered, they desperately want to grasp the last straw, and they will never let go. ”

When the time comes, let alone disaster relief, it will not be easy to get out of the refugee group safely.

"Wechen is ashamed!" He originally thought that His Majesty would not eat the suffering of the world, but he did not expect that His Majesty's thoughts seemed to be much more far-reaching than his own.

"Gather the governors of the fourteen southern states to meet together and discuss the matter of floods."