This time, Zhu Houzhao was very obedient. As the people flew to the porridge shed, he stretched out his tiles. The porridge man scooped him a spoonful of porridge. He hurriedly hid in the corner and wanted to eat it. But he saw a little girl staring at the porridge on his tiles and swallowing saliva. Zhu Houzhao immediately fainted, and turned her back to this dirty girl, holding chopsticks made from branches and feasted. The porridge tasted very good, well, it was even more delicious than the pigeon soup made by the imperial chef. Zhu Houzhao was sweating all over. Just as he glanced at the eyes, he saw the little girl changing position, blinking her neck at her tiles.

Zhu Houzhao was furious and looked at her angrily and said, "What are you going to do?"

The little girl blinked. Although it was evening, under the glow, she saw her eyes red. She choked and said, "My mother is dead, she died of smallpox, and my father is dead. When the ground collapsed, she was hit by the falling beams and pillars. I...I...I... hungry."

Zhu Houzhao was silent for a long time, and then quickly ate the porridge on the tiles and licked her mouth. It felt so comfortable. Although it was just a little half full, but...

Zhu Houzhao slowly raised her eyes to the side and saw the little girl squatting on the side, looking aggrieved.

Zhu Houzhao narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you want to eat?"

The little girl's head was shining and her eyes were glittering at him.

Zhu Houzhao looked cunning and cunning: "The servant recognizes me. If I go again, I will definitely be beaten. You have to go and get the porridge yourself."

"But...but I dare not." The little girl hesitated.

"Don't worry, listen to me first." Zhu Houzhao said deeply: "If you want to eat porridge, you have to use your brain. You can't take my tiles. If you take my tiles, there are porridge marks on it. Others will know that you have already received the porridge, come with me."

Leading the little girl to wander around the alleys and broken walls of Datong very well, picking a piece of glazed tiles, Zhu Houzhao said angrily: "Which tiles are from this family? Apart from the Forbidden City and the royal palace, using glazed tiles is a ritual. This is the serious crime of beheading... It's better to eat porridge first."

He encouraged the little girl to get the porridge. While comforting her, he told her how to win the sympathy of the porridge provider in the future. After a while, the little girl came back with a glazed tiles. The porridge on the tiles was very thick and piled up like a hill. The little girl was hungry and hung her head and chewed her around. Zhu Houzhao squatted beside her and watched, smelling the strong fragrance of the porridge water. When the little girl had eaten half of it, he said, "Oh, I'm hungry again, give me some."

The little girl was a little reluctant and said pitifully: "My sister... I haven't eaten yet, so I have to leave... I have to leave some for her..."

Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up suddenly: "Yeah, you still have a sister."

Without saying a word, he snatched the glazed tiles and started eating them all. He almost ate the glazed tiles. Then he touched his stomach, which was very pleasant. He burped and smiled with a hickey, "This time, not only can he not starve to death, but he may also be able to die of death."

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Chapter completed!