Looking at the shops and pedestrians on the street through the rain curtain, there is always a hazy feeling, but Zhu Xiuyuan noticed something unusual immediately.

This is not the way to Dong's Mansion, nor is it the way to Prince Poyang's Mansion!

Putting down the curtain, in the rickety carriage, Zhu Xiuyuan analyzed: "What is the governor's plan? Even if he withstands the wrath of the Poyang Palace, he refuses to open the official warehouse. Could it be that this official warehouse... also has problems? Well, there is.

Maybe... I wonder where the palace steward wants to take us? What should he do? Hey, I hope he can finally think of a way..."

Shaking and analyzing all the way, Zhu Xiuyuan's carriage soon stopped in front of a restaurant in Dongcheng, Jiangzhou.

Zhu Xiuyuan and Dong Cheng followed the palace steward into the restaurant. They watched blankly as the palace steward skillfully ordered the shopkeeper to prepare a certain private room on the second floor, and prepare a table of good wine and food... They were obviously frequent visitors here.

Zhu Xiuyuan and Dong Cheng, the two sons-in-law, were always confused.

The palace steward actually took them to a restaurant and ordered a fine private room and a table of good wine and food... Was he planning to treat them to a meal?

Because he failed to help Zhu Xiuyuan solve the problem of raising food for disaster relief, hosting a banquet was regarded as... "apology"?

It shouldn't be that simple.

However, Zhu Xiuyuan and Dong Cheng refrained from asking the palace steward. The palace steward obviously had a purpose in acting like this, and they just had to wait.

In the private room on the second floor, the three of them were polite and took their seats one after another. Soon, the table was filled with good wine and food. The wine and food had a strong aroma and whetted their appetite.

"Dong Junjun, Mr. Zhu, there are only three of us here. You don't have to be polite. Let's eat first. We can do things later when we are full." The palace steward held up his chopsticks and greeted.

Zhu Xiuyuan and Dong Cheng had no choice but to grab their chopsticks and start eating and drinking. However, because the palace steward kept making riddles, they were both unwilling to eat and were only three-thirds full.

The butler of the palace enjoyed his meal very happily. Zhu Xiuyuan and Dong Cheng could not tell at all that such an old man who was satisfied with his meal had once spoken so coldly in the back hall of the yamen that the old fox was so scared that he did not dare to move even when he was in office.

Finally, after the palace steward was satisfied with his meal, Dong Cheng raised his hand and asked, "Steward, regarding the food for disaster relief..."

"Haha!" The palace steward looked relaxed and slumped in his chair, as if he was too full and didn't want to move: "Dong Canjun, open the window on the west side and see what you can find."

"Yes!" Dong Cheng's expression suddenly became serious, and he immediately stood up to open the window.

"Father-in-law, it's better for my son-in-law to do it." Zhu Xiuyuan quickly stood up and took over this "task" from Dong Cheng.

Dong Cheng nodded and agreed.

Zhu Xiuyuan immediately walked to the west side of the private room, held the window with both hands, and pushed it out with all his strength.

Although Dong Cheng handed over this "task" to Zhu Xiuyuan, he also walked over, ready to see what he could see through this window.

Only the palace steward slumped in his chair and did not move.

The lotus leaf of this kind of window is at the top. Zhu Xiuyuan pushed it outward, and the window opened upward. Zhu Xiuyuan took another support rod and propped up the window.

As soon as the window was opened, the sound of the rainstorm outside came in, accompanied by a moderate breeze, which was filled with fine rain and mist.

This kind of wind and rain blows on people's faces, making them feel cold all over.

"This storm in Jiangzhou has been going on for more than half a month. When will it stop?" Father-in-law Dong Cheng sighed in the face of the cold wind and rain, his tone full of helplessness.

Neither Zhu Xiuyuan nor the palace steward said a word.

Dong Cheng finished sighing and looked out the window with Zhu Xiuyuan——

I only saw a house gate!

Vermillion door, gilded copper door nails, marble stone lions, sapphire steps, white walls and green tiles!

The gate of this luxurious house is facing Dong Cheng and Zhu Xiuyuan.

However, the door was closed and there was no one in front of it. Neither Dong Cheng nor Zhu Xiuyuan could see anything interesting.

"Steward, what is this?" Zhu Xiuyuan turned to look at the palace steward, with a confused look on his face.

"Haha, Mr. Zhu, please don't be impatient and wait a moment longer." The palace steward laughed and slumped on the chair, as if he had something in his chest.

Zhu Xiuyuan and Dong Cheng looked at each other, feeling reassured.

"Quickly..."

"You go over there, you go..."

"Ouch……"

"mother……"

"Who are you..."

Suddenly, there was a burst of crying for father and mother from the street below, as well as the command commands of the marchers, etc., mixed together.

Just like throwing a handful of fish food into a koi pond, the pond boils instantly.

Zhu Xiuyuan and Dong Cheng quickly took a closer look and saw a group of soldiers running quickly from the corner of the street.

The soldiers were wearing bright armor, holding iron spears in their hands, and long knives hanging from their waists. They were actually fully armed.

They shouted slogans and trotted in at a neat pace, like a torrent of steel, and the people along the way shunned them.

"This is……"

Dong Cheng's eyes widened with shock, and he swallowed.

These are definitely not the state soldiers of the yamen. The equipment of the state soldiers is not that good.

Dong Cheng's many years of life experience in Jiangzhou told him that the soldiers on the street below were private soldiers of the Poyang Palace, or generals.

"Butler, this...is this a general from the palace?!"

Dong Cheng turned to stare at the palace steward, his expression still shocked.

"A general from the royal family?"

Zhu Xiuyuan was also surprised. He glanced out the window and saw that the generals holding spears had already arrived, numbering a hundred.

Then came more than a hundred archers, more than a hundred sword and shield soldiers...

More than three hundred people came!

How many state soldiers are there in Jiangzhou? Five hundred, right?

There are more than 300 generals in Poyang Prince's Mansion!

And this is because King Poyang went on an expedition and took away a group of generals, otherwise there would have been more.

After looking at the generals on the street, Zhu Xiuyuan stared at the palace steward with his mouth wide open.

Poyang Palace is so domineering!

Zhu Xiuyuan's eyes shone with envy.

"I wonder why the housekeeper sent his family here? Could it be related to the food for disaster relief?" Dong Cheng had already calmed down and hurriedly raised his hands to ask.

Zhu Xiuyuan wiped his face and thought: "Yes, the reason why the generals are here is the most important."

After thinking about this clearly, Zhu Xiuyuan also stared at the palace steward.

The palace steward stood up from his chair and stretched out: "Dong Canjun, I wish you the best, the show is about to begin, let's go over."

Good show?

Dong Cheng and Zhu Xiuyuan looked puzzled, followed closely in the footsteps of the palace steward, accepted the "attention gifts" from the generals on both sides of the road, and walked all the way to the gate of the luxurious mansion.
Chapter completed!