You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 252

After all, Wen Zhaozhen bowed his hands in the direction of Anguo Temple with a serious face, and said with certainty in his mouth, as if he didn't take oil or salt.

Seeing Lord Wen's attitude, Ying Yu's words became more cold: "My lord, the emperor's order must not be violated. If you really respect your majesty, you should obey your orders."

Seeing that the road is blocked from the east of the city to the west of the city, and from the south of the city to the north of the city, it is unknown when it will be cleared, and Mr. Wen can't pick this time even if he is loyal.

I heard that there are still injured people in front, so there is no delay at all. If someone died because of this, it is not a good sign to pray for blessings.

What's more, Mr. Wen spoiled his concubine and killed his wife, which is not good for his Qingqing at all. Thinking of this, Ying Yu's words became even more tinged with anger.

Wen Zhaozhen didn't expect that Lord Yongwei would change his face as soon as he said it. Looking at the aura all over his body, if Wen Zhaozhen persisted in his opinion, he would let others' heads fall the next moment.

Just from the aura, Wen Zhaozhen felt that he was much weaker, and his straight waist softened all of a sudden.

Wen Zhaozhen involuntarily took two steps back, quietly wiped the sweat stains on his temples with his wide sleeves, and asked one more question: "Then what is the most suitable day for the next official to go? It won't be so crowded every day, right? .”

Seeing Master Wen let go, Ying Yu also felt relieved. It would be better not to say harsh words. No matter how bad the person in front of him is, he is also Qingqing's father, so he still needs to make a good impression in front of his father-in-law.

Ying Yu cupped his hands towards Wen Zhaozhen: "Lord Wen, don't worry, I will report to the emperor after finishing my errand, and I will give you an answer in a few days."

Wen Zhaozhen responded repeatedly, turned around and told the stewards around him to lead everyone in the Wen residence back home.

Ying Yu got on his horse and watched Wen's carriage drift away until he could no longer see Wen Qing'er's outstretched face. Then he led a group of people and persuaded everyone to leave first. .

Ying's army worked from noon to midnight, and only then did they clear up the main routes.

Most of the people who approached Anguo Temple were poor people with their families. They rushed over before dawn and asked these people to come back tomorrow. How could these poor people leave without enough to eat.

Fortunately, the porridge shed set up by the emperor was open day and night, and the ten cauldrons were bubbling and steaming, making people feel warm just looking at them.

The emperor is generous, there is no curfew during this month of blessing, and the gates of the city are not closed. No matter where they come from, they can get a bowl of porridge.

There are enough poor people from all directions, not to mention that the big and small officials in the capital also sharpened their heads and squeezed into the Anguo Temple, which led to the chaotic appearance today.

The carriages of the rich and magnificent halls are intertwined with the people in ragged clothes. The powerful look down on the rich, and the rich look down on the poor, and the poor look down on these officials and lords who sit on a vegetarian diet.

The crowd was full of gunpowder everywhere, and a casual look could cause a burst of cursing, or even a fight.

If it wasn't for Ying Yu's foresight to bring in more people, I'm afraid he really couldn't suppress the anger of everyone.

Ying Yu leaned on the root of the tree in front of the gate of Anguo Temple, took off the helmet on his head and hugged it in his arms. Not knowing how dirty his sleeves were, he wiped the sweat off his head casually.

Fortunately, it is just late autumn now, and the chilly autumn wind blowing on the steaming body is quite refreshing. If it is in summer, I don't know how hard it will be!

Ying Yu clutched his stomach that had been overfed for a long time and gradually relaxed his stiff body, his eyes fixed on the people who were drinking porridge.

(End of this chapter)