After school in the evening.

As soon as Hua Qingcheng stepped out of the Imperial College gate, she saw the familiar dark figure standing next to the carriage in front of her.

After saying goodbye to Wu Chen, Feng Qiyan and Situ Wanqing, Hua Qingcheng hurriedly walked forward and came to Mu Lige's side.

"Brother Li, you are not feeling well now, why did you come to pick me up?

Hua Qingcheng held Mu Lige's hands and rubbed his hands which were a little cold from the cold wind.

"Shumo, Lixiang, how are you taking care of Zhengjun? Just let him blow in the cold wind here?" Hua Qingcheng glanced at the two people standing beside her with a little displeasure.

"Your Highness, please forgive me!" Shu Molixiang knelt down quickly.

"Qingqing, it's none of their business. I went to the south of the city this afternoon to distribute porridge and steamed buns to beggars and some displaced refugees. On my way back, I went to the cloth shop. Since it was almost time for you to get out of school, I stopped by."

"Li Ge just hoped that you would see me as soon as you walked out of the Imperial College, so he got off the carriage and waited for you."

Mu Lige smiled tenderly at Hua Qingcheng, his eyes, like stars, full of tenderness.

"Brother Li, you are so kind-hearted! You can just give an order and let your subordinates do it. Why do you have to go there in person?" Hua Qingcheng helped the pregnant Mu Lige onto the carriage with heartache.

"Qingqing, am I not thinking about accumulating blessings for the baby in my belly?" Inside the carriage, Mu Lige and Hua Qingcheng sat on the couch together, looking at each other and holding hands.

"Okay then. Brother Li, if you want to go next time, let Qingcheng accompany you. After all, there are beggars and refugees here. If they accidentally hurt you, it would not be good..."

"Qingqing, every year in the cold winter, many people cannot survive due to natural disasters or man-made disasters. This is actually a very serious security risk. When the refugees gather to a certain extent, it is easy to cause riots, which is not conducive to the stability of the country." Mu Lige said earnestly.

In reality, this problem isn't unique to Laifeng; virtually every nation faces it. However, so far, emperors haven't found a good way to address it. Simply relying on government relief, such as opening granaries to distribute grain to beggars and refugees, can only provide temporary relief, a superficial solution that doesn't address the root cause. Furthermore, in the long term, it would be a heavy burden on the imperial court.

"Brother Li, you're right. It seems we really need to find a good way to solve this problem."

Although the people of the world and the common people have to come after the people she cares about to Hua Qingcheng, but since Mu Lige has compassion for the suffering of the people and she is now the princess of Laifeng Kingdom, she is still willing to help within her ability.

She had plenty of food in her Hua Qingcheng space, but she wasn't willing to give it away for free. As the saying goes, "a peck of rice brings gratitude, a bushel of rice brings resentment." Things that come too easily are often not only not cherished, but also taken for granted, and even...incited jealousy!

After putting this matter to heart, Hua Qingcheng chatted with Mu Lige and soon returned to the East Palace.

"Qingcheng, big brother, you are finally back!"

As soon as Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige stepped into the East Palace Hall, Situ Ye, Yu Xiaotian and Si Chengfeng were waiting for her.

"Where's Achen?"

Hua Qingcheng glanced around the hall suspiciously. Everyone was there, except for the guy who was usually the most attentive?

"Xiao Qingcheng, are you looking for me?"

Before Situ Ye and others could think of how to answer, Han Yichen's familiar voice came from behind Hua Qingcheng.

Han Yichen, who had sneaked into the Imperial College as Xuanqing, tragically discovered that not only was he unable to visit Hua Qingcheng whenever he wanted, but he was also constantly surrounded by people. With so many people watching, he couldn't just leave, and ended up being unable to do anything.

"Let's go, let's have dinner first."

Seeing that everyone was gathered, Hua Qingcheng immediately supported Mu Lige and prepared to walk towards the dining hall with the servants.

"It seems that I came at the right time."

Before Hua Qingcheng stepped out of the hall, Nalan Yunzhi's voice and the shouts of "Long live" from the palace people suddenly came from outside.

"Your son/your husband pays homage to the Queen Mother!"

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!"

Hua Qingcheng, along with Mu Lige, led the other attendants in paying their respects to Nalan Yunzhi. (The official rulers addressed the Emperor as the same as the princess, while those other than the official rulers addressed him as Your Majesty.)

"No need to be so polite, just stand up!" Nalan Yunzhi personally helped Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige up.

"I am only here to see you today as your mother. No need to be so polite!"

Nalan Yunzhi then raised his hand to support Situ Ye and others.

Due to Nalan Yunzhi's sudden arrival, Hua Qingcheng finally had dinner placed in the main hall.

After dinner, at the hour of Xu, in the study of the Crown Princess of the Eastern Palace.

"Queen Mother, is there something bothering you?"

Seeing Nalan Yunzhi standing in the study, quietly looking at a painting called "Sunset", Hua Qingcheng asked.

"The evening mist is heavy and the sunset is beautiful, the water and sky are one color, rolling like flowers. The moon rises and sets, surrounding autumn and summer, and the sea is full of floating sand."

"Qingcheng, this calligraphy and painting does not seem to be from the same person?" Nalan Yunzhi turned his head to look at Hua Qingcheng, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Mother, to be honest, this painting 'Sunset' was created by my son's legitimate master and several of his retainers. It is definitely not the work of the same person."

(Back in Xuanyi Valley, Feng Lingyan proposed the title, and Mu Lige, Situ Ye, Han Yichen, and Si Chengfeng wrote it together.)

"Your principal and several attendants are quite talented. Qingcheng, you've been attending classes at the Imperial Academy for a few days now. How are your studies going?"

Although Nalan Yunzhi was talking to Tonghua Qingcheng, her eyes were always on the word "sunset" on the calligraphy. She inexplicably felt that it looked very much like what Feng Lingyan had written.

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