"What? Doesn't he know whether Brother Bai would do such a thing?" In Kunning Palace, Empress Darong, who had been under house arrest for a long time and had just received the news, trembled in her hand holding the pen, and the ink dripped onto the paper, quickly spreading.
Her heart had died long ago, but it was still aching in excruciating pain. The emperor was so heartless. No matter if it was her, his wife who had shared the hardships with him, or his eldest son who had once held high hopes for him, or his brothers who had conquered the world together, would they all be doomed to fail?
"Your Majesty, don't think too much. The Emperor will definitely clear General Bai's name." Qiuhua, the personal maid, hurriedly packed up the copied scriptures and comforted him softly.
"It's not that simple, Chen'er, has he written to me?" Nie Bingyu picked up the pen again, sighed, and then asked.
Qiu Hua knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, there has been no news from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for several days. He said that the flood season came too quickly and he was busy with disaster relief and had no time to take care of other things."
"I'm useless and can't do anything." Nie Bingyu rolled up her sleeves and raised her hand. She was not an ignorant girl, but precisely because of this, she felt even more sad.
From the day Rong Guangyi ascended the throne, she had anticipated it and had made preparations. She did not ask for a trace of sincerity in the three palaces and six courtyards, but she still ignored human nature and the coldness of the person at the highest position.
Rongchen, who was made the crown prince at birth, has been running around all day since he was fifteen, unable to rest, but all of his work is just trivial matters. He has been gradually marginalized in the court.
In contrast, the other princes, with the emperor's connivance, became more and more powerful day by day, but there was no curb. Even though there were batches of people who tried to assassinate Rong Chen, there was never any investigation.
"Shopkeeper, bring five bowls of wontons." The bearded peddler slammed his knife on the table and said arrogantly.
There was a sudden sound, and Ye Bufan was a little frightened. He even increased the speed of rolling the dough. When he was putting the wontons on the table, he was afraid of being hit and was scared to death.
"Sir, here are three bowls of wontons for you. They will be served later." Ye Bufan held a bowl in each hand and placed the wontons carefully on the table.
The traveling merchant picked up the bowl and began to eat with a grunt, as if he had eaten some delicious food. He ate one bowl after another, starting with five bowls and ending up with eight bowls.
"Delicious! This is the most satisfying meal I've had here." After the traveling merchant said this, he slapped the table again, almost scaring away everyone in the stall.
Ye Bufan glanced at the empty bowl before walking up to him and asked, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"
"No more, check out!"
"Okay, the wontons in our shop are eight cents a bowl, which makes a total of sixty-four cents." Ye Bufan said calmly. Since he set up the stall, he has become faster and faster in calculating bills.
The traveling merchant was putting his hand on his waist to take out his purse, but he fell down with a bang. Then there were exclamations from a group of people nearby, some of whom were looking for trouble.
"The Ye family stall is killing people."
"The Ye family stall is killing people."
"I said it tasted so good, there had to be something wrong."
"That's right. How could his business be so successful with just one person? If it were you, I'd say there must be something added that shouldn't be added."
As soon as they heard that something happened in the Ye family shop, the surrounding shops with no business gathered around, talking to each other, making sarcastic remarks, and their jealousy was obvious.
Seeing a group of people gathered around him, Ye Bufan asked Fang to go out and get a doctor. He then approached the patient alone, imitating the way he did in the opera, tiptoeing and sniffing.
His wonton stall is clean and hygienic, so there is definitely no problem with it, but he has no idea what is going on.
"I've already reported it to the police. Food is the most important thing for the people. The justice will not let these people who harm others go." Someone in the crowd suddenly said this in anger, which immediately attracted even louder discussions.
When he heard that he was going to see the official, Ye Bufan panicked a little. Remembering Ye Wanwan's instructions, he bravely evacuated everyone. However, he only heard the snoring of the peddler on the ground, one after another, very regular.
"This..." Ye Bufan looked at the arriving official, then looked at the traveling merchants on the ground. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
There is the luck of escaping a disaster, there is also the helplessness of encountering an unexpected disaster, and finally there is the deep speechlessness. What is going on?
"What happened here?" A team of officers came up, and the leader asked calmly.
At Fang's urging, the doctor's beard fluttered in the wind. He ran over, panting heavily, carrying a medicine box. "Slow down, I'm really exhausted."
"The doctor is here, let him take a look first." The officer said in a hoarse voice when he saw the doctor coming.
The doctor squatted aside, took a few deep breaths, and then began to diagnose. After taking his pulse, his beard stood up with anger. "He just fell asleep. Such a big scene, I am dizzy."
"Are you really asleep?" Ye Bufan patted his chest. As long as you are okay, it's okay.
The doctor picked up the medicine box and glared, "Yeah, he went in and shouted that human lives were at stake, but he ended up falling asleep."
"Sorry to bother you, doctor. This is just a token of my appreciation."
The doctor shook his head and didn't answer. "Forget it, forget it. If you're willing, give me a bowl of wontons and run a lap. I'm hungry."
"Okay, come and sit down, sir, and have a bowl of hot wontons." Ye Bufan nodded hurriedly. Fang on the side washed her hands and put a pile of wontons into the pot neatly.
The officers looked at each other, and finally, unable to resist Ye Bufan's cordial invitation, they sat down one by one. For a moment, the people around them had to disperse.
"That's quite sensible. If you have any problems in the future, just come to us. We will be patrolling in that area." The officer in charge drank up the soup in the bowl and said with a smile as he left.
Ye Bufan really got the idea and brought a few more bowls and placed them on the table. "Okay, okay, thank you very much, sir. Come often in the future."
What Ye Bufan didn't expect was that every day after that, there would be officials coming to take care of the business from time to time, and the small wonton stall seemed to have gained a group of stable customers.
The wonton stall has always had good business, and Ye Wanwan doesn't want to tire others out, so the amount of wontons sold every day is fixed. Normally, she could go home, but today is different, as she has to stay by the stall.
"You're finally awake." Ye Wanwan, who came over, found it a little funny. This guy couldn't be woken up no matter how she called him. He was sleeping so soundly that she was completely absorbed in the whole process. He was really a weirdo.
The traveling merchant looked around, hurriedly stood up, and jumped a few times. Fortunately, he didn't feel any pain. "I'm sorry to trouble you."
"It's no trouble, but we can't take this." Ye Wanwan was a little shocked when she saw the silver suddenly appearing in front of her.
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