Ode to Longevity

"Something?" Mu Cangyun couldn't help frowning and let go of the bloody long sword.

Murong Chu had a cold face and was interrupted by Liu Fufeng. He didn't continue to say anything, but stood there, watching the joke. The wheelchair has been broken by him, and now he wants to see how Mu Cangyun gets down!

Zheng Zixu was injured and struggled a few times on the ground but did not get up. Everyone around looked at Mu Cangyun with different eyes, and no one was willing to come forward to help.

This is the people of Cencheng!

With a cold smile in his heart, Mo Yang really did not expect that the people Mu Cangyun and Feng Qingge had worked so hard to change would end up looking like this, just like a white-eyed wolf. He took advantage of the situation to support Mu Cangyun, holding the body that was as light as the catkins, and walked straight down.

"His Royal Highness King Cen, it's not good, Mo Yang..." At the same time, Mo Qing, who broke free from the kitchen, rushed out, and Bu Jinyu was behind them. They were all shocked when they saw the scene in front of them. , What is this situation, how could Mo Yang carry King Cen down the stairs? What about what he said just now, about to assassinate King Cen...

"Hmph, the dog slave is really big and bold, my Highness wants to see how brave you are!" With a cold snort, Murong Chu was not in a hurry, and looked at Mo Yang coldly.

Outside the door of the inn, the dozen or so carriages had long been parked outside, and each carriage was full, and I didn't know what it was.

Even Mu Cangyun didn't know what Feng Qingge was doing, why would he give him these things.

"This is?" Mu Cangyun looked at the carriage outside suspiciously.

Liu Fufeng handed out the kit and said with a smile, "His Royal Highness King Cen, open it and you'll know."

"Hmm..." Unpacking the kit in his hand, the big words on the paper jumped out, and Mu Cangyun's heart trembled even more fiercely. He had to say that Feng Qingge's words were really... ugly. Is that crooked thing really a word? Almost resisting the urge to run wild, Mu Cangyun recognized it word by word.

The note full of typos made him cry more and more as he read it.

Mu Cangyun, here are the grain seeds bought from Jiancheng, which can be used for sowing. In addition to food, there are potatoes, lotus roots, and wheat that are easy to grow. You can share them with everyone. I will make a lot of growth agents as soon as possible to facilitate planting. The soil reclamation will be handed over to you. Let everyone cultivate the land first. After three days at the latest, all the growth agents will be prepared. Don't worry about it, the wind sings the words lightly.

"Is it because her writing is too personal?" With an indifferent smile, Liu Fufeng looked at Mu Cangyun's face and smiled softly.

At that time, when he got this note, he was also shocked. He had never seen a woman who could write so ugly and wrong so many words. As expected of the enchantress of the dark night, this style of doing things is completely different from others.

Not only is it too personal, the handwriting on it... He finally knew why Master Xie suddenly came to Prince Cen's mansion to ask some questions. Except for Feng Qingge, no one can understand such words. He usually didn't pay much attention to these things, but now Mu Cangyun is cruel, and when he goes back, he will definitely let Feng Qingge practice calligraphy.

Looking at Liu Fufeng indifferently, Mu Cangyun said indifferently, "Since it's all right, you can go back."

"That can't be done, Yaoji can say it, let me supervise and watch everyone take things back. Now, His Royal Highness Cen, your legs are inconvenient, so let me help you." His eyes were like crescent moons, Liu said. Fufeng laughed softly, took the initiative to step forward, and opened the curtain.

There were neat sackcloth pockets stacked there, and when they were opened, they were full of bags of rice. In the carriage at the back were different vegetables, fruits, and wheat, enough for the people of Cencheng to eat for a few days.

"Everyone, please line up, this is a gift from our little princess. Rice is given to everyone for free, and vegetables and meat can be eaten by everyone. But please keep the wheat, garlic sprouts, rapeseed, etc. here. , it will take some time for the little princess to prepare the potion, please wait." The shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Liu Fufeng stretched out his hand to lead the sack, but unfortunately he was too thin to pick up the rice sack.

The people on the side heard that there was rice, and their eyes lit up. After all, after eating the military ration pill, although I didn't feel hungry, but if I didn't eat meat for a few days, I felt like insects were constantly drilling in my body, which was extremely uncomfortable. Now that there is food, who can calm down.

The crowd that swarmed up couldn't wait to snatch back the things here.

After all, there are only a dozen carriages. If you take a step forward, you may not be able to get anything.

"Slow down, don't rush..." Even Liu Fufeng didn't expect such a thing to happen. Standing next to the carriage, he was directly knocked out by a sturdy and strong man, and stumbled into the big pillar outside the inn. It hurt so much that he sucked in the cold air.

Mu Cangyun's face sank even more, his fists clenched tightly, and he said angrily: "Don't grab it!"

However, no one at the scene listened to him at all, and his words were like the chirping of mosquitoes, and soon drowned in the crowd.

The old people and children who couldn't grab the big man were pushed aside. The crowd of people, some jumped directly into the carriage, or just a few years old, were trampled by the crowd and screamed, and countless crying sounds came out. , but no one wanted to stop, desperately grabbing things.

"Don't grab it. Can't everyone come in order? Line up, line up for me!" Zheng Zixu's face was also a little ugly when he saw the child who fell to the ground. rushes towards the outside.

Mo Yang quickly put Mu Cangyun on the ground, and reached out to pull the child on the ground. It's just that the crowded crowd didn't care about the three-seven-two-one, and they squeezed forward with all their strength, and he couldn't squeeze in at all.

"Crash!" The person who tried his best to get on the carriage tore the curtain and jumped onto the carriage. How could the carriage with the grain be able to withstand such a toss, after a few squeaks, it collapsed suddenly.

For a while, screams continued.

"Stop!" Mu Cangyun got angry, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the big man beside him and threw it to the other side, but he had disabled legs and could not move at all.

Under the surging crowd, some even fell directly on his legs.

The severe pain came out, and Mu Cangyun's face was even more distorted, the whole person's face became pale, and the cold sweat on his forehead was flowing. Who would have thought that Mu Cangyun, the god of war who was galloping on the battlefield back then, would end up in such a situation that even his own people in Cencheng were unwilling to listen to him.

Murong Chu, who was watching the joke upstairs, even burst into laughter. He had never seen such a wonderful scene before. People in Cencheng beat themselves up. It was really an interesting scene.