After being forced to marry as a substitute, I became famous in the limbo

Although the people's insults naturally had his reasons, but Lu Feng should not be responsible for all of this.

Jiang Ning knew very well that all the things of the imperial guards had his fixed share and quantity.

The food is given out at fixed times every day, once Lu Feng hands over his own food, it means that he may only be hungry for a day today.

No matter how you say it, it is not Lu Feng's obligation.

Jiang Ning looked at Lu Feng's ears that were getting redder and couldn't stand it any longer. She took two steps forward and stood in front of Lu Feng.

"Brother, this is the first time we have come to Qingshui County recently. I have a question I want to ask, and please answer it."

Perhaps it was because of Jiang Ning's gentle face, his age, and his gentle and polite tone, the boy's expression softened a little under her questioning.

"Ask." His tone was still lukewarm.

"May I ask, before the rebellion happened here, were your lives stable and prosperous, living and working in peace and contentment?"

The boy rolled his eyes without hesitation, as if he didn't want to talk nonsense with her.

"Of course it is." If it weren't for this, probably these people wouldn't have had so much resentment.

"Then can I think that everything you are suffering today is caused by the rebellion?"

The young man seemed to have vaguely tasted something different from Jiang Ning's words, but he still nodded hesitantly,

"In that case, why don't you resent those who launched the rebellion, but instead resent us newcomers?"

The boy's expression was slightly sick, and his eyes seemed to be a little shaken.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman who seemed to be around 50 or [-] years old behind him shouted, "If it weren't for you rich people who are full of food and have nothing to do all day long, why do you want to be heroes and ask for rights? How did it come to this?"

The woman's voice was hoarse, but she couldn't hide her sharpness. Her hair was disheveled, and she was wearing tattered linen clothes whose color could no longer be distinguished. Her exposed arms and calves were covered with mud, and the original color could no longer be distinguished. Her figure was slightly plump compared to the other refugees present, and it could be seen that her original life was not bad.

Before Jiang Ning could respond, the woman continued to speak, "You little rascal, you're always making sarcastic remarks, and you've got the advantage to gain power and wealth, so you have the ability to teach us a lesson?"

Jiang Ning was suddenly stalked, and the words that had originally defended Lu Feng were stuck in his throat.

All wars and rebellions, no matter what they are, are always bloody and terrifying. No matter what the original intentions of all these people are, these people at dawn will inevitably be reduced to fallen leaves in the storm.

Involuntarily, it was crushed silently, stepped into the mud, silently.

She felt an unspeakable shame in her heart, for what she said, for her status as Concubine Ning, and for everything she enjoyed during these days.

In the end, her head sank slowly.

"Sorry." A shallow sentence, as thin as a mosquito.

In a daze, Jiang Ning seemed to understand why Li Zinian said that it was impossible to help.

As long as the rebellion in Qingshui County is not quelled for a day, such things will not disappear for a day, the suffering will never dissipate, and the refugees will be endless.

Mu Jingzhao was still silent, not knowing what he was thinking, seeing Jiang Ning like this, he also lowered his head slowly, and bowed in a moderate manner.

"Lu Feng, go and get all our dry food and distribute it to them."

"Emperor, son?"

"Go."

Lu Feng nodded in response, and walked towards the truck at the back with a few guards.

Hearing Mu Jingzhao's words, the refugee's resentment paused slightly.

"Don't think that if you do this, we will be grateful to you. This is what you owe us."

At this moment, the sound of chariots and horses marching came from the front of the convoy.

Jiang Ning looked up and saw a convoy slowly heading towards Mu Jingzhao, and the escort in the convoy was a well-decorated carriage.

Hearing this, the refugees subconsciously wanted to rush forward and repeat the old trick.

As for the other party, it seemed that they had expected this for a long time, the carriage stopped, and the young men in fine clothes who were driving in front got off their horses in an orderly manner, scattered towards the refugees all over the ground, and quickly set up their horses. The refugees are taken away.

The boy showed horror, subconsciously hugged the girl next to him tightly, and looked at Mu Jingzhao hastily with a bit of pleading in his eyes.

"What are you going to do!" Mu Jingzhao yelled in a muffled voice, and following his yell, the guards around him moved after hearing the sound, drew their swords out of their sheaths, and moved towards the youths carrying the refugees.

Those refugees seemed to have been frightened and dumbfounded, and they couldn't care less about the unhappiness that happened with Mu Jingzhao a long time ago. They struggled in Mu Jingzhao's direction and cried out for help, "My lord, please help us, my lord!"

The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while, and at this moment, the escorted carriage opened the curtain, and a middle-aged man with a big belly came out of it.

The man's face was full of oil, and his eyes were full of sly flattery.

It was Da Shentong who came.

"My lord, be safe and don't be impatient."

He smiled, waved his hands to everyone present, pretended to be serious and shouted: "Things that don't matter! Didn't you see the young master here! How dare you be presumptuous!"

When he finished drinking, he turned his head to face Mu Jingzhao, with the usual flattering smile on his face.

Jiang Ning instantly understood that Qingshui County was originally under Shen Tong's jurisdiction. Although it was not directly under the jurisdiction, the county magistrate of Qingshui County had already been killed in the rebellion.

So far, the post of county magistrate of Qingshui County has become a hot potato, being pushed back and forth by the officials below, and there are always thousands of reasons to refuse.

So, this matter was put on hold, so, in such a state of no one under the jurisdiction, Shen Tong, who was a few levels above, could only come to greet him in person in order to show that he attached great importance to this matter.

Of course, it can also be said that this is a reply to the decision of Mu Jingzhao's private visit.

Mu Jingzhao bowed slightly, "My lord."

Shen Tong quickly showed his usual astonishment, "My lord is really an old man."

Those refugees who were frozen in place waiting to see this all showed dull expressions. Originally, they just thought that Mu Jingzhao and his party were just ordinary merchants, so they dared to be so presumptuous.

But now it seems that his identity must be good, and there have been rumors that the emperor will visit privately in his micro-service, so everyone has guessed a lot.

Mu Jingzhao didn't continue to talk to him about this matter, but just nodded slightly, and didn't say any more.

Shen Tong nodded slightly, and continued: "Qingshui County is very chaotic now. The old man has a mansion in the city. If you don't mind, you can live here temporarily."