This time, Jiang Xinian and Xiao Lingdang did not stay in the palace for too long. They chatted and laughed with the queen for a while and left the palace before noon.
I didn’t see the emperor this time, but that’s normal.
After all, the emperor is the ruler of a country, and there are always state affairs that need to be dealt with.
I heard from the servants in the palace that when the queen was in a coma, the emperor turned down a lot of state affairs and stayed in Fengqi Palace almost all day long.
Now that the queen has finally recovered, he has to deal with some of the important political affairs that have been piled up.
After all, there are constant wars and natural disasters in Qingyang now, and countless memorials are submitted every day, which makes him anxious.
Fortunately, with the medicine and new grain seeds sent by the Lin family before, he felt a little comforted.
It was still early to leave the palace, so Jiang Xinian simply took Xiao Lingling with him and wandered around the capital.
This place is worthy of being the imperial city. The streets and alleys are bustling with people, and it is a lively scene everywhere.
If you only look at the imperial city, it can really be considered a time of peace and prosperity.
But in fact, as long as you walk north for four or five days out of the imperial city, you can see the scene of disaster victims everywhere.
It’s quite ironic when you think about it.
Xiao Lingling sat in the largest restaurant in the capital, looking down through the window facing the street. Such a lively scene did not make her happy, but instead made her feel a little sad.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you so depressed even though Master brought you here to eat delicious food?"
Jiang Xinian didn't understand what was on her mind, so he had to ask.
Xiao Lingling looked outside with a somewhat vacant look in her eyes and spoke in a light tone.
"Master, if I hadn't seen those refugees with my own eyes, I would have thought that what happened before was just an illusion.
The war and natural disasters are so severe, why does the capital seem to be unaffected at all? "
Jiang Xinian's expression froze, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
In fact, the root cause of the matter is very simple. Refugees are rarely ordinary people, but they are not those prominent families and dignitaries.
This capital city seems very prosperous, but in fact, it is also very depressed in the invisible darkness.
It seems that there are so many shops opened on the street, but the ones that can be counted have people supporting them.
They could be a family of officials, or they could be descendants of the royal family or princes and nobles. They have formed an extremely large network of relationships, just like an iron barrel huddled together.
As long as they don't fall, the capital will never be in chaos.
People who don’t understand all yearn for the capital, thinking that money is easiest to make here, but only those who come here know that it is full of iron walls and solid defenses.
Those noble people have inextricable connections with each other, and they are the most xenophobic for the benefit of the entire group.
So wanting to make money here is no less difficult than expanding territory.
Not to mention making money, it's already very difficult to avoid getting hurt.
Therefore, the capital city is very prosperous, but it cannot be considered truly prosperous. Those who make big money are all big shots, and ordinary people can only work diligently to earn that little hard-earned money.
Jiang Xinian sighed after a while, "This is just a normal part of life, you'll just get used to it."
Little Bell remained silent and did not answer.
Suddenly, there were a lot of noisy footsteps and noises downstairs. Xiao Lingdang and Jiang Xinian were also attracted by the sound and looked towards the stairs.
Soon, a young master dressed in brocade robes came up, looking very heroic and arrogant, without hiding his arrogance.
"Tsk, I'm not someone you, a waiter, can fool around with. Anyway, I'm going to dine in the private room on the third floor today, so you have to make room for me!"
"Master Fang, you're really putting me in a difficult position. The private rooms on the third floor were all booked three days ago, and they've already arrived. We can't just chase them away!"
"I don't care! I don't want to eat with these low-lifes anyway. Let me tell you, if you make a fuss, I'll make your restaurant go bankrupt!"
"Master Fang, Master Fang, this is really not up to me! How about this? Please wait on the second floor for a while. I'll go find the shopkeeper and see if we can come up with a solution. How do you think?"
Young Master Fang didn't buy it and still refused to give in.
The waiter was having a headache and didn't know what to do. Fortunately, the shopkeeper came to the rescue in time.
The shopkeeper walked very quickly and rushed to the stairs leading to the third floor in a few steps, blocking the man directly.
Master Fang said impatiently, "Boss, you don't take me seriously, do you? I'm going up today, get out of my way!"
Although the shopkeeper had a smile on his face, he didn't look afraid at all.
"Master Fang, of course we know each other. But since our restaurant is open for business, we still have to abide by the rules.
Since our private room has been booked, there is no reason to ask them to make room for us.
Master Fang, I think you understand this logic. Therefore, you really cannot go up to the third floor today.
If you like, I can have someone bring up two screens to separate a space for you on the second floor, but I can't do anything else.
Otherwise, you can come back tomorrow, and I will definitely reserve the best private room for you tomorrow."
Although the shopkeeper bent down slightly, he spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, which directly made Young Master Fang speechless.
He hadn't intended to cause trouble today, he just lost a bet with a few friends, so he was punished to come here to the third floor for a meal.
He didn't think this was difficult at first, but when he got here he found that things were completely different from what he had imagined.
He knew very well that there was a backer behind Zuixianlou, but he didn't know who the person behind it was, and he was also afraid of offending someone he shouldn't offend.
As a last resort, I could only look angrily at the third floor.
He wanted to just leave, but he felt that would make him look like a coward. If he didn't leave, he felt that the people here looked at him with unfriendly eyes.
It’s really a dilemma!
In the end, the shopkeeper was able to respond quickly and immediately had a screen brought up, creating a simple single room in the corner opposite Xiao Lingdang and the others.
Although it couldn't compare to a private room, it could at least block those uncomfortable sights for him, so Young Master Fang didn't refuse.
However, he always felt like he was holding back a breath, and soon he began to find fault with the dishes.
The waiter brought more than a dozen dishes in a row, but every time he took a bite, he would yell that they were bad and asked the waiter to change them.
After a while, the waiter ran back and forth five or six times, gasping for breath from exhaustion.
Xiao Lingling frowned. She saw it clearly and saw that the dishes that were returned were hardly touched.
Once returned, the waiter would pour it all into a big bucket at the corner of the back door on the first floor.
This is such a waste!
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