bad bad prince unbridled love

Chapter 1141 Worse than imagined
Feng Qingqing ignored this person.

These literati can indeed tell one, two, three on weekdays, claiming to be proud in their mouths, and have a bit of pen and ink in their belly, but most of them are just accountants, doing some business to make a living. If they are really knowledgeable literati, they will not be here. In this case, I still want someone to follow suit.

The little boy beside her glanced at the middle-aged literati timidly, and carefully hid beside her, hiding himself.

Seeing that Feng Qingqing didn't answer him, the middle-aged literati was also annoyed, and shouted at her: "Could it be that you are a dumb person who doesn't even know how to answer a word!"

Feng Qingqing still ignored him, and Xuanyuan Mujing's horrifying gaze fell on the middle-aged literati, with a serious expression on his face. Even though most of his face was covered by a beard, he could still tell that he was imposing, intimidating and making people back down. The young literati suddenly felt a chill in his neck, silently closed his mouth, and hid aside to pack his things.

"Noisy."

Xuanyuan Mujing commented coldly, no one dared to say anything more.

The remaining two seemed to be ordinary farmers, neither wanting to curry favor with middle-aged literati, nor provoking Xuanyuan Mujing, who looked fierce, so they teamed up and cleared out a space.

The small room was divided into three plots in an instant.

Feng Qingqing didn't want to get along with them either. First, she and Xuanyuan Mujing would definitely go to investigate Pingjiang's situation. If these people wanted to follow them, they would be a hindrance. Second, if she and Xuanyuan Mujing were exposed Without identity, if these people get too close to him, they will probably be suspected, and they will still lose their lives by then.

Most importantly, she doesn't need stupid teammates.

After tidying up the place, Feng Qingqing and Xuanyuan Mujing sat down, and the little boy was placed between them. He was not afraid of Xuanyuan Mujing, and carefully grabbed Xuanyuan Mujing's clothes, as if asking for help.

In order to facilitate the conversation, Xuanyuan Mujing directly placed an enchantment to block the sound.

"This child has to find a way to send him back to his mother. The situation just now was special. If I didn't take action, he might die." Feng Qingqing gently stroked the child's head, "Pingjiang's situation is worse than you and I imagined. Oops."

Xuanyuanmu nodded: "Well, prepare earlier."

The little boy stared blankly at the two of them. The two of them were also concerned about the child, and their words were rather vague.

Pingjiang specially classified the refugees into different categories, male and female, and five or six people gathered in a small house, which made Feng Qingqing immediately think of the slaughterhouse in the high-tech era, which was also classified in this way, and then slaughtered one by one in batches.

The only difference is that they are human.

Changing the scene a bit, Feng Qingqing only felt creepy.

Just at this time, there was a sudden knock on the door, which frightened the people in the room for a moment, and hesitantly stepped forward to open the door, only to find out that soldiers had come to deliver food.

"Don't go out and run around! Don't cause trouble! Otherwise, you will be dealt with according to the spies!"

The soldier turned his head and left after saying these words with a full face of impatience. The two farmers opened the basket and found that there were only a few sweet potatoes, which seemed to be put in casually.

The literati behind them approached quietly at some point, and took away three in an instant: "You must know how to honor your elders!"

There were only six sweet potatoes in the basket, and the middle-aged literati took three, so why did the five of them leave three?The two peasants suddenly looked ugly, and they were about to step forward with their sleeves rolled up. The literati immediately shouted: "What are you doing! What are you doing! If you dare to do something, I will call officers and soldiers! Just now they said not to make trouble, what, you are Spy?"

The two farmers obviously didn't expect the literati to be so shameless, their necks were red with anger, and they said in a rough voice: "There are six people here, you take three by yourself, how can we eat?"

The literati rolled their eyes, seeing that they didn't dare to go forward directly, and they were even more presumptuous: "I need to use my brain and consume much more than you, so why don't you eat less, let alone five people, actually Four and a half, how much the kid can eat."

After making sure that the two farmers did not dare to rush forward, he leisurely sat back in his seat and began to eat the three sweet potatoes.

The two farmers glanced at Feng Qingqing and the others in embarrassment, and looked at each other. One of them pushed the basket over: "Why don't you eat first, it's not a big deal for us two to be hungry."

Feng Qingqing looked at the fast-eating literati, then at the simple and honest farmer in front of her, and shook her head: "You guys eat, we don't need it."

She is really not being polite to them, the ring Xuanyuan Mujing gave her can store things, just in case, she specially put some food in it, and put it in it is hot, and keep it as it is when you bring it out. In fact, she can eat very well.

The two farmers didn't know about this, and thought that Feng Qingqing was comforting them, so they accepted the sweet potatoes with some evasion.

Feng Qingqing and Xuanyuan Mujing returned to their side, and reset the barrier. No one knew what happened inside. From the outside, it looked like a few people were sitting there, and the peasants who saw it almost couldn't eat it. Sweet potato in hand.

The literati sneered from the sidelines. If you pretend to be a good person now, you will have to be like him when you are too hungry.

As everyone knows, Feng Qingqing and Xuanyuan Mujing took the little boy to eat and drink spicy food inside. In order to prevent the little boy from finding out that the things appeared out of thin air, she went out of the way of the little boy to bring them out.

As the night gradually fell, Feng Qingqing looked at the dense darkness outside. If the daytime looked only desolate, the town in the night was completely different.

The sporadic lights flickered faintly in the empty night, and the chill came along with the cold wind, bringing a chill to the bone in this early winter season. Is there no one in those houses, or is it that they can't light candles?
She looked back at the faint candlelight on the table, which couldn't even illuminate half of the room. The child seemed a little scared, and he was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

Farmers and literati also began to feel drowsy. Feng Qingqing and Xuanyuan Mujing looked at each other, and directly cast a mysterious technique on them to make them fall asleep. Then they stood up and extinguished the candle, but the two did not move Sitting quietly in the dark.

But no, there was a crackling sound.

"Is everyone asleep? Everyone is here."

"They're all here, the next one."

Feng Qingqing opened her eyes in the dark, and heard the movement outside clearly. It was soldiers patrolling to see if these people were running around. She and Xuanyuan Mujing had already set up an enchantment illusion. It seemed that they She also fell asleep soundly, and made Feng Qingqing sure that this pedestrian couldn't see their profound arts.

Then it will be more convenient for her to move without worrying about the danger of exposure.

(End of this chapter)