The strategy of conquering the national division begins with drawing Thangka

Chapter 34 Why Are You Still So Weak?
On the second day, after morning exercise, Bai Zeqing tidied up briefly, put on a veiled hat, and took the carriage sent by the Xuanyuyuan to pick her up into the city.

Although Master never said when he would return, or whether he would return here, Bai Zeqing still wrote a letter to Master before leaving, and carefully pressed it on the desk with a paperweight.I was also worried that Master would not see me or would not enter the house at all, so I made a special trip to leave messages for Zen Master Cifa, Senior Brother Zimo, and little novice Xuejian.In case the master came back, he would know that she had gone to the city, to the Huo family.

Yesterday the magistrate's wife took several aunts to make a fuss for most of the day, and finally Yin Fucheng, Lu Jietui, and Li Tongpan three adults joined hands to persuade him to go back.But look at that posture, even if he doesn't make trouble in the temple anymore, he won't let it go.

Bai Zeqing closed the curtains and looked at the mountains all the way, thinking about the magistrate's case in his mind.

She made a special trip to see the wing room where the prefect committed suicide last night. The furnishings were still the same as they were when the crime happened seven days ago. Infiltrate.

She didn't see anything special in the wing room, so she went to ask senior brother Zimo about the situation that day. The senior brother didn't know much, but he revealed something that made Bai Zeqing feel strange-the first person who found the dead man's body that day. The person has disappeared and left without saying goodbye.It is reasonable to say that the net person who placed the order in Tingquan Temple has records, but this person somehow got in and no relevant records were found.From the descriptions of other Jingren, it seems that they came with the prefect.

While thinking wildly, the carriage had already driven into the east city.Bai Zeqing looked at the sky with his head. It was almost noon, and the road was bustling with horses and horses, and Bai Zeqing's carriage was unremarkable among them.

"Urgent report, urgent report."

The rapid sound of horseshoes came from behind, and pedestrians on the road avoided one after another, watching a group of soldiers speeding past.

While avoiding the crowd, a carriage almost sank into a ditch beside the road.

"Miss, are you alright?" A middle-aged man in a satin gown immediately next to him got off his horse and asked.

The maid drew up the curtain of the car, and a young lady in brocade clothes sat in the car.The cinnabar skirt, the cloud bun is shining, and the figure is delicate and pretty.

"What's going on? Manager Hu, you startled the lady." The maid helped the young lady, then poked her head out and scolded the middle-aged man softly.

Manager Hu hurriedly told the young lady about the matter in a low voice.

At the roadside tea shop, a sharp-eyed waiter shouted: "It's Mrs. Huo!"

Immediately there will be good things gathered to look around.

"Where?"

"Which Mrs. Huo?"

"Which Mrs. Huo is there, of course she is the head of Panyue Tower!"

"Oh, what luck, let us see Mrs. Huo."

"Ms. Huo! Mrs. Huo!" Some daring ones waved their hands and shouted.

Manager Hu hurriedly called the guards to separate the crowd who wanted to approach.

"It's cold outside, let's go quickly." The maid put down the curtain and said to Mrs. Huo, "My lady, it's a posthorse. It's probably the imperial court's order. I don't know who will take over Yuanzhou."

"Don't talk about that. Hurry up..." Mrs. Huo interrupted her, but suddenly stopped in the middle of the conversation, with a slightly surprised expression on her face, she lifted the curtain with her own hands, and then said "Huh?"

"Miss?" Guanshi Hu saw that Mrs. Huo lifted the curtain of the car again, he was a little puzzled, and shouted, seeing Mrs. Huo's gaze was looking at a place ahead, he also looked over.

There was a carriage there, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl was speaking to the driver through the curtain, with an anxious expression on her face.

Seeing that the horse didn't know what happened, it seemed that the crowd had hurt its legs and feet just now, and the driver was squatting down to check.

Is it the third lady of the Bai family?

At this moment, the car curtain had been lowered, and at that moment, Mrs. Huo didn't see it very clearly, and shook her head with some uncertainty: How could she be in Yuanzhou?Are you dazzled?

Do you want to make sure?

But there are too many people on the official road, and she might cause unnecessary trouble if she stays any longer.

"Miss?" Manager Hu called again anxiously.

Mrs. Huo came back to her senses, put down the curtain of the car, and said, "It's okay, let's go."

Seeing that her wife was in good health, Manager Hu heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and mounted his horse, and led the convoy away.

The guard cleared the way, and they quickly walked to the front of the road.

The car blew the curtain, and Mrs. Huo subconsciously looked outside, and the pony carriage flashed by.

Mrs. Huo shook her head: Impossible.The business is important, the second brother is still waiting.

The convoy quickly left on the official road.

……

It was almost noon when Bai Zeqing arrived in Yuanzhou Dongcheng because of the broken down carriage.It coincided with the time when the porridge factory gave relief to the refugees.

The refugees who gathered at Tingquan Temple seven days ago returned to Yuanzhou City under the "escort" of soldiers on the same day.

The prefect died suddenly, and the official warehouse could not be opened for a while.The private storehouse had long been empty. Seeing that the porridge factory was unsustainable, Wang Chi borrowed another [-] stone grains from the Huo family for emergency before leaving Yuanzhou, promising to return them when the official storehouse was opened.

Huo Erye agreed very happily.

He cared more about establishing a relationship with the Northwest King than ten thousand shi of grain.It doesn't matter if the grain can be returned, it's better if it can't be returned, let the second son of the Northwest King owe him his love, and it will be like adding wings to a tiger if he wants to open up the business road between Northwest and Mobei in the future.

Therefore, what the refugees received in the past few days was a rare thick porridge.

There is a river across the city of Yuanzhou. This river divides the city of Yuanzhou into two by dividing the water between [-] and [-], and diverts the water of the Fuyuan River, so that Yuanzhou will no longer suffer from floods.

Along the river, many restaurants, teahouses and brothels were built in the city.Panyue Tower is one of them.

Not far from Panyue Tower is an arched stone bridge, and south of the bridge is a porridge factory.

At this time, the little boy was walking in front with a porridge bowl, followed by a little girl holding a broken bowl in both hands and wrapped in a shabby jacket that obviously didn't fit her.

The little girl buried her face in the bowl and took two bites. When she raised her head, the tip of her nose was covered with rice grains, and there was a hint of satisfaction on her face.Seeing that the boy had walked to the side of the bridge and sat down on the pier to eat porridge, she hurried to follow.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes rushed up from the back door, snatched the porridge bowl from the little girl's hand, and poured it into his mouth in two or three bites.

Before the little girl came back to her senses, her hands were empty.Looking back, the porridge was gone, and the bowl was thrown to the ground by the middle-aged man, breaking into several pieces.The little girl burst into tears with a "wow".

It all happened so fast that the bowl shattered when the little boy looked over.He stood up suddenly, stared at the middle-aged man angrily, and said, "What are you doing? How can you, how can you rob other people's food? How can you bully children?"

The middle-aged man wiped his mouth and walked towards him viciously.

Frightened by his ferocious eyes, the little boy took half a step back, turned around and wanted to run, but he stopped again when he heard the cry of the little girl next to his ears.He quickly put the porridge bowl on the steps behind him, then took two steps forward, gritted his teeth, and prepared to fight.

The middle-aged man raised his fist high and punched the little boy on the head.The boy yelled, closed his eyes and ran towards the middle-aged man.

The fist did not hit the head and face as expected, and the next second, the boy was hit by the limp middle-aged man and fell to the ground.

Bai Zeqing was afraid and clapped his hands. Looking at the little boy in distress, he looked helpless: "Why are you still so weak?"

　The first volume is over, and it is time to open the curtain of the second volume of Yuanzhou volume~~ hehe~~~
　　
　
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