Huang Degong and Sun Yingyuan were overjoyed when they heard this and hurriedly bowed to express their gratitude again:

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your support. The Yongwei camp will go all out!"

"The two generals must hurry up and train. If my guess is correct, there will be a big battle soon. Today ends here. The East Palace Guards will withdraw their troops and return to camp!"

After Zhu Cihong said this, Zhou Yuji immediately ordered the East Palace Guards to withdraw their troops and return to their base at Long Live Mountain.

Huang Degong and Sun Yingyuan looked at the leaving Crown Prince and the East Palace Guards with confused faces. They didn't know what the Crown Prince meant by these words!

Zhu Cixiang did not follow the East Palace Guards back to the palace. Instead, he took Yue Yang, Yuan Gui and a dozen team members to the soup kitchen in the outer city, and decided to personally check on the two hot-tongued soldiers giving soup.

Although Zhu Cihong was well aware of the urinal nature of officials in the late Ming Dynasty, he was really worried that the two loudmouths were not greedy, otherwise he would have no excuse to kill the two ministers.

Zhu Cixiang never wore dragon robes when leaving the palace, and the group of people walked through the streets of the capital without attracting the attention of many passers-by.

Their first stop was Yongding Gate. Along the way, they rarely saw refugees begging along the streets. The refugees probably went to soup kitchens. Zhu Cihong felt very relieved.

About one kilometer away from Yongding Gate, Zhu Cixiang and the others saw the endless queue of refugees. Zhu Cixiang couldn't help but frown:

"With so many refugees, these two loudmouths won't just arrange a soup kitchen here, right?"

Hearing the crown prince talking to himself, a member of the team, a member of the imperial guard Baihu, said hurriedly:

"Your Highness, there is a soup kitchen at each of the five gates of the outer city."

Zhu Cixiang was furious when he heard this:

"These two rotten scholars, I asked them to build ten porridge shacks, but they only built five porridge stations. Do they want to starve the refugees to death?"

Just as the two people were talking, suddenly there was a chaos in the refugee team in front, and then there were the sounds of women screaming and children crying. Zhu Cixiang immediately urged his horse to rush to the porridge shed.

"You bunch of bastards, hurry up and line up to get the porridge, or I'll beat you to death, bang bang..."

When Zhu Cihong came to the porridge shed, he saw soldiers from the Wucheng Military and Horse Division whipping several children in ragged clothes with horsewhips. The children's mother tried her best to block the whips that were hitting the children with her body.

The horse whip hit the women, tearing out the old and shabby clothes. Several women cried out in pain:

"Please, Lord Jun, please don't beat my child. The child hasn't eaten for two days..."

"You deserve to starve to death. Who asked you bunch of mud-legged people to come to the capital to beg for food..."

The soldiers of the Wucheng Army and Horse Division did not regard the refugees as human beings at all, and raised their whips high again. Zhu Cixiang could not help but stare angrily and shouted:

"stop……"

Before Zhu Cixiang finished speaking, Yue Yang flew forward and landed in front of the soldiers, reaching out and grabbing the riding whips from the hands of the two soldiers.

Before the soldiers could react, Yue Yang shook his hand and whipped his horse whip hard on the faces of the soldiers from the Wucheng Army and Horse Division.

"Papa..."

A deep blood mark immediately appeared on the faces of the two soldiers. They covered their faces with their hands and fell to the ground, letting out a burst of ghostly cries and howls:

"Ah...it hurts me so much..."

The other soldiers were furious when they saw it, and a dozen of them immediately stepped forward to surround Yue Yang:

"You are so bold that you hit the military master, and the brothers beat him up..."

"Pa bang bang..."

Yue Yang glanced coldly at the dozen or so soldiers who had gathered around him, and the riding whip in his hand started flying again.

There was a crackling sound accompanied by wails, and a dozen soldiers were whipped by Yue Yang in an instant.

Seeing the soldiers beating their captain, three guardsmen immediately went to help.

The soldiers of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division were no match for the four East Palace Guards. A dozen soldiers were defeated in an instant.

The refugees have all seen how cruel the soldiers are to the refugees, and they are worried that they will be implicated and the refugee crowd will be in chaos again.

Most of the people in the guard were Jin Yiwei. Li Fang, a member of the Hundred Households, was worried that the refugees would be trampled, so he hurriedly shouted:

"Don't panic, everyone. We are members of the Jinyiwei Zhenfusi. We will line up to receive the porridge immediately!"

After Li Fang finished speaking, he waved his hand, and five team members immediately guarded Zhu Cixiang tightly in the middle, while the others helped Yue Yang and Li Fang maintain order.

When they heard that the person coming was the Jin Yiwei, the refugees gradually calmed down and began to line up under the command of Yue Yang and others.

Zhu Cihong pushed aside the personal guards who were protecting him and walked quickly to the women and children who were beaten.

I saw three children of about ten years old with sallow faces and dull eyes. Each of them had slap marks on their faces.

The women also had scars on their bodies and faces. They held their children tightly and refused to let go. They looked at Zhu Cixiang in horror and did not dare to say a word. In their hearts, they were all officials protecting each other.

Zhu Cixi couldn't help feeling sad. He tried his best to put on a smile and asked:

"Don't be afraid, tell me why they beat you?"

The person who saved them just now said that he was a Jin Yiwei. The three women immediately knelt in front of Zhu Cixiang and kowtowed:

"My lord, our children haven't eaten for two days. We were so hungry and ran to the big pot just now to smell the aroma. Unexpectedly, those military lords picked up their riding whips and started beating them. Our children are not sensible. Please let us go, lord."

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"Get up, get up quickly, don't worry, I'll serve you porridge right away!"

"Dong dong...thank you, sir..."

The women kowtowed to Zhu Cixiang twice before slowly getting up.

Zhu Cixiang turned around and walked to the big pot, his expression immediately changed. He found a large pot of very thin rice soup. He picked up a large rice spoon and stirred it back and forth in the pot. He only saw some sparse broken rice.

"Asshole, is this thick rice porridge?"

Zhu Cixiang almost fainted. Today he had seen the ugly faces of the so-called civil servants of the Ming Dynasty.

The Ministry of Household Affairs gave them money and grain, but they actually cooked a pot of rice soup to help the refugees. It was simply ridiculous.

"Yuan Gui, first take out three bowls of rice porridge for the children to eat."

"yes"

The young eunuch Yuan Gui immediately asked several women to bring the broken bowls to fill the rice soup. The women and children all had smiles on their faces.

They are about to starve to death. They don't care whether it's rice soup or rice porridge in the pot. They can only take one bite.

At this time, the soldiers of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division had already gotten up and stood aside obediently, not daring to say a word.

They are only equivalent to the police of public security in later generations. Who would dare to be so presumptuous when they heard that the person coming was actually a Jin Yiwei.

Zhu Cihong raised his hand to a soldier who looked like a general flag. The soldier endured the pain on his face and immediately ran to Zhu Cihong and kowtowed:

"What are your instructions, sir?"

Zhu Cixi looked at this boy coldly and asked:

"Where is the person in charge of this porridge shed? Where are the other two Masters Chen now?"

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the teahouse not far away and said:

"Reporting to your lord, the person in charge of the porridge shed is drinking tea in the nearby teahouse. The two adults came to take a look and left..."

Before the soldier finished speaking, a voice suddenly came:

"I am here, who are you? How dare you beat the soup-giving soldiers. No one can leave without an explanation today..."

Following the voice of the conversation, a civil servant wearing a seventh-grade official uniform slowly walked over, followed by more than twenty fully-equipped soldiers behind them.

Zhu Cixiang looked at this person coldly, as if he were looking at a dead person:

"Is the pot porridge or rice soup?"

Zhu Cixiang's words immediately made the visitor speechless. It took him a long time to hold back one sentence:

"This...rice and rice porridge can help refugees save their lives..." If you like the Ming Dynasty, the prosperous age starts from the Prince's Supervision, please collect it: (https://www.myxls.net) The Daming Dynasty, the prosperous age starts from the Prince's Supervision, search and read the novel network update speed
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