What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Don't Touch My Tail 13

Lin Zhuo lay on Zhao Jingming's chest and yawned.

He had a very strange dream last night and didn't sleep well.

Why did he dream that Li Hongrui's face was covered in blood and looked hideous and terrifying?

After thinking about it, Lin Zhuo just felt unlucky and thought it might be because he saw Li Hongrui when he entered the city yesterday.

"Didn't you sleep well?" Zhao Jingming rubbed Lin Zhuo's head with his hand.

Lin Zhuo shook his head to avoid him, and looked at Zhao Jingming with a pair of bright eyes, as if condemning Zhao Jingming's behavior.

Stop touching me! If you do, I will become bald!

Before Zhao Jingming could say anything, Bi Xun, who was following beside him, spoke up first: "This little fox looks really smart, worthy of being the prince's pet."

Me? Pet?

Lin Zhuo bared his teeth at Bi Xun and stretched out his claws to scratch him.

Screw your pet! You are the pet!

"Oh, you're so energetic, haha!" Bi Xun dodged to the side to avoid Lin Zhuo's claws and laughed awkwardly twice.

This little thing may not look big, but it is very fierce!

"It doesn't belong to me. It will be unhappy if you say that." Zhao Jingming didn't want to beat around the bush with Bi Xun. "Master Bi, please take me to see the people's situation first."

"Hey, please come this way, Your Majesty."

Bi Xun bent down and stretched out his hand to point the direction to Zhao Jingming, while secretly winking at the servant behind him.

Zhao Jingming looked at the servant's back as he sneaked away and sneered, causing Lin Zhuo to stick his head out to look at his expression, but Zhao Jingming pushed him back.

Lin Zhuo could only whimper in dissatisfaction.

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Bi Xun led Zhao Jingming to the central urban area of ​​Liucheng, and from afar they could see people queuing up in long queues to receive relief food.

Bi Xun wiped his eyes hypocritically and said, "it's hard for me to see the people suffering. I wish I could put an end to this suffering immediately."

You better really mean it.

Lin Zhuo took advantage of the fact that others couldn't see his expression and rolled his eyes at Bi Xun: "You are just pretending to be sympathetic. At least you could squeeze out a tear, so that I can still look at you with more respect."

Zhao Jingming didn't reply, but walked forward, looked at the people in line, and then looked at the vat of porridge that the person in charge was stirring.

It's white and there's no impurities visible.

"Your Highness, you see, I send people to distribute porridge every day, three times a day, and I never dare to stop. The grain distributed by the court has long been used up. This is all bought by me from grain merchants." Bi Xun came up again and said.

"Oh? I heard that those grain merchants are now asking for thirty silver leaves per pound. Is Lord Bi so wealthy?" Zhao Jingming glanced at him.

"No, no!" Bi Xun shook his head quickly, "these are all grain merchants who are giving face to me, the fatherly official, and selling them to me at a low price."

Bi Xun raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "How can I have so much money? My daughter is seriously ill."

Zhao Jingming nodded and said nothing more. He looked at the people in line again, then turned and walked away.