Laba Festival.
The Prince Gan's Mansion set up a soup kitchen not far from the city gate to distribute soup to the people.
To prevent any trouble, Yuan Dan finally asked Huo Youcai to take some men to guard the area.
With Gan Wang's fearsome reputation and Huo Xiaoba Wang's presence, no one dared to cause trouble.
However, Huo Xiaobawang was afraid of the cold, and after guarding the place for two days, he was forced to return due to the cold.
The head steward instructed the kitchen to prepare Laba porridge.
On New Year's Day, she squatted down next to Xiao Changqi, chewing on her porridge, and occasionally peeked into the man's bowl of Laba porridge.
The Laba porridge in ancient times was not as elaborate as it is today, but why does it look so delicious?
Seeing that the little bird was almost sticking its head into his bowl, Xiao Changqi helplessly tapped the bird's head with his chopsticks: "Can you eat this?"
On New Year's Day, Yuandan immediately threw away the bamboo fruit she was pawing at with her wings and jumped into the man's hand: "It's edible, it's edible."
"The greedy little bird."
Xiao Changqi criticized the little bird, and then ordered the servants to bring another bowl of Laba porridge.
"Let's go check out the soup kitchen after breakfast," Yuan Dan said, pulling back the bamboo seeds he had thrown away.
Xiao Changqi rubbed the little bird, and only after he had had his fill of petting it did he slowly resume his meal: "Mmm."
Although the little bird said she could eat, Xiao Changqi still didn't dare to feed her too much.
I only fed her a small spoonful.
I only tried it on New Year's Day. After tasting it, I felt that the modern Laba porridge was sweeter, so I didn't order any more.
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Xiao Changqi was worried that the little bird would get cold, so he asked Lvya to sew a pink cotton-padded jacket for the little bird to wear.
The little bird, whose feathers were already thick, looked even rounder after wearing its little cotton-padded jacket.
Xiao Changqi carried the little bird onto the carriage, as if he were holding a soft, warm pink ball.
"Has no one in the court impeached you for opening a soup kitchen?" The carriage curtain was lowered, and the person who had to pretend to be a silent little bird couldn't help but ask.
Xiao Changqi raised an eyebrow: "Why impeach me?"
"You are, after all, just a prince. Without the emperor's order, you set up a soup kitchen to distribute porridge to the people. Doesn't His Majesty suspect that you are trying to win people's hearts?"
Yuan Dan's analysis was correct; from the very first day the soup kitchen was set up at the Prince's residence, someone reported the matter to the Emperor.
The next morning at court, the old emperor threw the memorial reporting that Prince Gan had privately set up soup kitchens and distributed food in front of Xiao Changqi.
Xiao Changqi glanced at it coldly, showing no intention of picking it up. The eunuch beside him had no choice but to pick it up tremblingly and hand it back to the old emperor.
"Seventh Prince, how dare you!" The old emperor swept away the memorial handed to him by the eunuch and slammed his fist on the table in anger.
When a king is enraged, millions will die.
The ministers immediately knelt down: "Your Majesty, please calm your anger."
Only Gan Wang remained standing there expressionless, completely unmoved.
"Setting up soup kitchens and distributing food illegally, are you trying to rebel?"
Xiao Changqi slightly raised his eyes, and the scarlet ferocity in his eyes vanished in an instant: "If I wanted to rebel, I would never do it in such a calm and peaceful way."
The cruel and tyrannical Prince Gan would only lead his troops directly into the capital to kill his father and brother.
After hearing this, the old emperor thought about it carefully and found that Xiao Changqi's words made sense.
The old emperor's anger subsided somewhat, but his wariness of Xiao Changqi only intensified.
Before setting up the soup kitchen, Xiao Changqi had discussed a solution with Yuan Qing: "Your son once met a wandering Taoist priest in Tongzhou."
In order to live to be a hundred years old, the old emperor even kept a Taoist priest in the palace to make elixirs of immortality for him. So when the old emperor heard Xiao Changqi mention the Taoist priest, his expression became more serious.
"This Taoist priest told me that I have been fighting on the battlefield for many years and my body is covered with a strong smell of blood, which makes me prone to clashing with the dragon energy that is incompatible with it."
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