Quick Walkthrough Strategy: Bing Jiao BOSS Begs To Let Go

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, don't!"

Lu Sheng turned a deaf ear to the eager voice of his subordinates, holding his breath, searching for the child in the flames.

The house had collapsed in half, and it might collapse completely at any time. Lu Cheng avoided the burning wooden door, and after looking for it for a long time, he heard a faint cry.

It turned out that the child hid in a relatively safe kitchen.

Lu Sheng picked up the child, avoided the collapsed beam, and rushed out with difficulty.

"Child! My child!" The woman hugged her lost son and wept loudly.

Lu Sheng extinguished the small flame on his body and waved his hand to signal that the guard was okay.

However, when I turned my head, I saw a pair of parents kneeling in despair in front of the charred house, with tearful eyes that seemed to penetrate the broken bricks and saw their children who were no longer breathless.

Such stories are happening all over the block.

Lu Sheng walked across the long mottled street, watching the flames go out little by little, watching the thick smoke dissipate little by little, watching the ruins burned to black under the dark night, watching the survivors holding each other and crying with joy, watching the fluke Those who escaped but lost their loved ones desperately searched the ruins.

The horizon is shining slightly.

But for some people, the night has just begun.

"Your Majesty, the camp where the victims are housed is rioting," a gray-faced guard reported anxiously, "They are arguing for you to go there..."

Lu Sheng's pretty lips pressed into a straight line, and he walked towards the camp without hesitation.

Don’t you just want to calculate him?

He wanted to see if Lu Rong had any other tricks to abuse!

The campsite is located on the edge of the Yuhu Lake. The normally beautiful and sparsely populated Yuhu Lake is now full of firewood and grain. The people affected by the disaster, dressed in hemp clothes, gathered in a pile in twos and threes and surrounded the bonfire for warmth.

The night of early winter was already bitterly cold, but Lu Sheng didn't seem to feel the cold. Wearing a single coat, he strode to the noisy crowd not far away.

His cloak was left to a little girl who had lost her parents.

"His Royal Highness, you can go back to the palace first. Let's take care of it here." The garrison on the side saw Lu Cheng coming, and remembered the shouting words of the people on the other side. He couldn't help but feel a headache. ."

"Take this king over." Lu Sheng just glanced at him, without even stopping under his feet, and said with a cold face, "Someone is rushing to report on merits. Since the people's troubles are related to this king, Ben Wang naturally has to go."

Lu Rong, who was rushing into the palace to report his "contributions," sneezed.

"Have you caught a cold?" The entourage on the side quickly handed it to Lu Rong's hand with fear.

Lu Rong rubbed his nose and wrapped the thick cloak tighter.

"Your Majesty, the Royal Highness has come down." The little **** at the door stood respectfully and passed the message.

Gao Dezhong glanced at the emperor who hadn't slept all night, his eyelids drooped, and he asked softly, "Your Majesty, would you like to invite in?"

The emperor nodded silently, his closed eyes slowly opened.

"Give your peace to the emperor." Lu Rong stuffed the furnace into the entourage who remained outside the hall, and entered the Hall of Cultivation of Hearts alone, knelt on one knee, neatly dressed, as usual, noble appearance.

"It's done so soon?" The emperor's old voice came from above, the tone was so flat that people couldn't distinguish the emotions in it.