Stop Chasing the Sick Boss of Quick Transmigration Raiders

Chapter 114

"Your Highness, there are rioters making trouble outside, what should we do?" The imperial guards who followed were also at a loss, "All the officials are waiting for you..."

"Take me to take a look." Lu Sheng's eyes darkened, his face was calm, he got up and walked out with the imperial army, his figure was tall and straight, his steps were strong, and the golden thread on the imperial python robe reflected dazzling light.

The more they walked outside, the louder the noise became. Lu Sheng looked at the black crowd outside the door, and a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes.

"Quiet! Quiet!" the guard shouted hoarsely, only holding back the crowd who were pushing forward desperately with his hand, and the heavy sword in his hand was not out of its sheath.

"Let's dismiss the people directly," Lu Sheng waved his hand, and got into the chariot without looking back, "Take the people through the back door, and the officials will let them go away."

The Yu Linjun who was in charge was stunned, looked at the restless crowd, then at Lu Sheng who was indifferent, and nodded hastily.

Although this method of handling is a bit timid...but I have to admit that it is indeed the best way to avoid trouble.

The thin carriage moved lightly towards the back door.

Lu Sheng leaned lazily on the cushion, staring at the bright yellow ribbon rising and falling in front of him in a daze.

Lu Rong's idea is so simple that it is outrageous.

When I see the people filled with righteous indignation, I feel uncomfortable, and I will definitely run to argue with them, and conflicts will break out after arguing, and then unarmed civilians will be beaten to death by officers and soldiers...

Knowing that there is a ghost here, and I am not a fool, of course I have to go if I can, so why would I take the initiative to move forward?

Thinking of this, Lu Sheng's dark eyes flashed with amusement.

The hustle and bustle gradually receded, and there were few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally someone passed by, and they all looked curiously at the bright yellow chariot surrounded by dozens of guards.

At this time, the sun is in full bloom, as if to illuminate all the unknown darkness in the world.
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That night, in the middle of the night, a series of horse hoofbeats broke the silence within the palace walls.

"Report—" A royal guard in heavy armor knelt anxiously at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, "A fire broke out in the northeast corner of the capital, and the defenders failed to put out the fire overnight. The fire has spread to the nearby business district, and the people nearby have suffered heavy casualties! Please Your Majesty order to deploy soldiers to fight the fire!"

"Decide my will, dispatch the Yulin Army to put out the fire, the sooner the better!" The emperor got up in a hurry, and Eunuch Gao, who was waiting beside him, hurriedly waited for him to change his clothes.

"Go to King Xuan's Mansion and ask King Xuan to lead the garrison to evacuate the people nearby, comfort the people affected by the disaster, and send people to set up a camp by the Yuhu Lake to resettle the people. The Ministry of Households will estimate the approximate loss and the disaster relief funds to be distributed to the people. Now, immediately, immediately Let's do it!" The emperor's face was tense, "If you don't have enough manpower, go door-to-door in the neighborhood of the family in the south and call people out to help! Go!"

The imperial guard took the order and hurried out.

"Wait a minute!" As if something suddenly occurred to him, the emperor thought for a moment and then ordered, "Let King Cheng handle the matter of setting up the camp."

"Obey." The figure of the Imperial Forest Army disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

The emperor leaned heavily on the dragon chair, his face extremely tired.

"Gao Dezhong, am I really a good emperor?"

Gao Dezhong lightly patted the emperor's shoulders, "Your Majesty's internal affairs are clear, generous and caring for the people, why is there such a bad word?"

"You can talk." The emperor rubbed his forehead tiredly, "There have been frequent incidents recently, probably because you are old, and you always feel that you can't do what you want."

(End of this chapter)