Having good wine and meat to eat every day was Leona's ultimate dream.
After spending ten years with Lin Zhe, under the influence of Lin Zhe's subconscious self-preservation style, Leona's three views had gradually changed, becoming more inclined to self-preservation.
This was also the reason why Leona gave Lin Zhe such an answer.
"I'm just asking."
"After all, with your personality, you will inevitably overestimate yourself after suddenly obtaining power.”
Lin Zhe gently patted away Leona's small hand, bent over to put away the bowl and chopsticks that had already been eaten clean, and said with a smile,"When the time comes, don't make me clean up your mess like today.”
"There's no need to go out tonight.”
"Rest well for a few days before you continue your work.”
"Qi ~~~~~"
"Ah Zhe, when you arrived, I had already taken care of the enemy.”
Leona stuck out his tongue and made a face at Lin Zhe.
However, looking at Lin Zhe who was washing the dishes with his back facing him, Leona's expression suddenly became unprecedentedly gentle.
If someone who was familiar with Leona was here, they would have been so shocked that their eyes would have gone blind when they saw Leona's expression and gaze.
When he was outside, Leona's persona had always been strong, independent, and assertive.
No one had ever thought that Leona would have a feminine side.
But now, Leona looked at Lin Zhe who was busy with his back facing him and revealed his feminine side.
As long as Lin Zhe was by his side, Leona would feel unusually at ease. He slowly lay down, buried his head in the pillow, and took a deep breath. There was Lin Zhe's scent on it, and Leona liked to smell it.
Then, a relieved expression appeared on Leona's face as he quickly fell asleep.
Overusing the imperial relic today had indeed made Leona feel unusually tired.
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Another half a month passed.
After finishing his morning practice, Lin Zhe carried the firewood that he had easily chopped and went to a slightly more prosperous place not far from the slums, the city.
Here, Lin Zhe's firewood would sell better.
However, today was a little different from usual.
It was just lunchtime, and thin figures began to appear on the originally cold street.
The faces of these figures were thin, and their eye sockets were deeply sunken. Their eyes were numb and lifeless.
Just walking was already exhausting all of his strength.
If this was the era before Lin Zhe's transmigration, perhaps anyone would think that these people were drug addicts.
Of course, they weren't here.
They were just ordinary people struggling to survive in this cold winter.
Just being alive had already exhausted all of their essence, energy, and spirit.
It was to the extent that they didn't even know why they wanted to live.
"Line up!"
"Those who cut in line, cancel today's quota!”
Not waiting for Lin Zhe to be curious about what special day it was today, a team of guards carrying several large vats of gruel not far away told Lin Zhe the answer.
The leader of the guards glanced at the refugees with green eyes, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.
Today, facing the death of a large number of citizens, the dynasty finally made a move.
Of course, in Lin Zhe's view, this could also be a signal that the future minister, Aotesni, was about to win in the long political struggle of the empire.
A large number of refugees began to line up in an orderly manner under the supervision of the guards to receive their portion of gruel.
At this moment, among the huge number of refugees, not a single person spoke. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the few large vats in front of the guards.
In the middle of winter, there was no need to explain what a bowl of steaming porridge meant to these people.
It could be said that if these guards dared not distribute the porridge today, they would probably be torn into pieces by the huge number of refugees.
There were simply too many refugees who had rushed over after hearing the news.
It wasn't just the refugees. Even the slightly better people had rushed over to make porridge.
There was no other way. The Empire's rescue plan was targeted at everyone in the Imperial Capital. Other than the nobles and merchants with a little money, no one could resist the temptation of a bowl of porridge.
After all, this was a bowl every day, which could save a lot of living expenses.
Shaking his head, Lin Zhe did not stop and continued to walk towards his goal. The guards glanced at the small firewood on Lin Zhe's back and revealed a trace of surprise.
However, he immediately put his energy into maintaining order.
"Little Zhe."
"Let me help you…Ah!"
Just as they arrived at the destination, a gentle voice sounded.
Along with the voice, a purple figure staggered to Lin Zhe.
However, before the purple figure could do anything, he tripped over the stone under his feet and fell in Lin Zhe's direction.
Then, he was supported by Lin Zhe with one hand.
"Hill."
"It's not my first time selling firewood. I don't need your help.”
Lin Zhe looked at the purple figure who had wanted to help countless times but was in the wrong. He shook his head helplessly.
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