Yang Xuan didn't even return home, but went south with his cavalry.

"If the Northern Xinjiang cavalry appears in the south, what will those states and counties think?" Luo Cai felt that this matter seemed to be getting serious.

"They will shout that the Northern Xinjiang Army has gone south!"

"The Duke will not enter the city."

"Tell me, will the local army attack?" Liu Qing asked.

The three old ghosts all looked a little strange.

It's like expectation, but also like worry.

"Old Song!" Luo Cai said to Song Zhen, "You are good at this, tell me."

"Unless you are stupid or eager to perform meritorious deeds." Song Zhen said: "If you can capture or kill the Duke, the people in Chang'an will be happy to heaven."

"How about mobilizing?" Luo Cai said.

"Now that we are mobilizing, what will people in the world think?" Liu Qing knew what Luo Cai meant, but he was just worried about Yang Xuan's safety. "People in the world will think that we in Northern Xinjiang are taking advantage of the situation. Once the public opinion becomes like this, both Northern Xinjiang and the Duke of the country will be finished.

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"Once your reputation is ruined, there is no room for recovery." Song Zhen sighed a little.

Just like the emperor, ever since he took in his daughter-in-law, he has become an old thief in the eyes of the world.

At this moment, the victims were soaked in dough, and they drank it one by one.

Gradually, everyone became angry.

Luo Cai called a man who was in good spirits and looked polite to come over.

"Where?"

"Huazhou!"

"What's going on in Huazhou now?" The man said without thinking, "Hell on earth."

Three thousand cavalry rumbled into Qianzhou.

A group of scouts saw this group of cavalry from a distance and said in confusion: "I didn't hear that there were cavalry out today!"

"Ask!"

The scouts approached on horseback.

"That's..." A scout suddenly narrowed his eyes, "It's the Northern Xinjiang Army!"

"The Northern Xinjiang Army is moving south!"

The expressions of the scouts changed drastically.

"Wait, who is that person?" Dui Zheng called to his subordinates who were about to turn around and go back to report the news, and looked ahead carefully.

"That person is..."

"He is surrounded by such majestic men..."

"That's...that's the Duke of Qin!"

"God! The Duke of Qin is here!"

A group of scouts panicked, but Yang Xuan just glanced at them and then walked away.

"One person and two riders!"

"God, hurry up, go back and report!"

When the governor of Qianzhou got the news, his first reaction was: "Close the city gates tightly and ring the bell to warn!"

This was all he could do. Then, the scouts kept sending news.

"The Duke of Qin did not approach the city and went all the way south!"

"Is this...does he want to raid Chang'an?" A civil servant said, shaking his head.

Pig brain... The generals looked at him with disdain, and one said: "There are guards in Chang'an City, and there are more and more people on this road, how can we make a surprise attack?"

"Then if he doesn't come to attack us, where is he going?"

The governor pondered for a while and said, "Quickly, send someone to Chang'an to report the news. Tell the truth and don't exaggerate."

The next day, the scouts came to report that Duke Qin was about to leave Qianzhou, and the governor was relieved.

"Your Majesty, I heard that the floods in the North are very tragic!"

"Hey! Damn it, Huazhou is the worst."

"I heard that Liao Jiang, the governor of Huazhou, was at a loss what to do."

"In the past hundreds of years, we have never heard of floods in the Northland. I'm afraid he was also confused."

The governor shook his head, "Liao Jiang was born into a noble family, and his grandmother was a princess. Empress Wu, the Liao family sided with His Majesty, so they became prosperous. He came to Huazhou last year, and he also claimed to rule by doing nothing. But it was not inaction, but inaction.

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"Is this for gold plating?"

"Yes, there have been rumors for a long time that he will return to Chang'an by the end of this year and enter the Chinese Academy of Sciences."

This must be the kind of treatment only the emperor's confidants receive

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"That's not right! It's said to be tragic, but not many victims of the disaster in Huazhou came out."

"Yes! That's more than a thousand people."

"Is this just spreading rumors?"

...Qianzhou used to be Huazhou.

The administrative center is Haicheng.

Walking north along Haicheng, you can see sporadic cavalry cruising vigilantly.

Continuing more than thirty miles north, a village destroyed by floods appeared in sight.

The village looks quite big, but most of the houses have been washed away.

At this moment, more than a hundred surviving villagers were rummaging through the ruins of their homes.

Jiang Er's mother's home was at the east end of the village. When the flood came, her mother reacted quickly. She picked up the only half bag of wheat flour left in the house, held Jiang Sanniang in one hand, and shouted to Jiang Erniang to run away.

The third mother just fled to the small slope outside the village.

Jiang Erniang still remembers the tragic situation at that time.

The flood seemed to be approaching the village very slowly, but nothing could stop it.

She saw those wooden or mud houses collapsed.

Seeing the ant-like black spots floating helplessly and desperately in the flood, I raised my hands and shouted... The sound was very subtle, like the chirping of insects.

Mother Ma held the two sisters, trembling all over, and kept chanting the names of the gods, praying for their protection.

More than a hundred villagers climbed up the hillside near the east end of the village. When the first person said he was hungry, Ma asked Jiang Erniang to take one hand out of her sleeve. She tied the cuff and poured in the wheat noodles.

Jiang Erniang didn't know why, but then she saw her mother generously take out the remaining wheat noodles and share them with everyone.

This is the last meal for the villagers.

Jiang Er and Niang San ate the most.

Eleven-year-old Jiang Erniang and nine-year-old Jiang Sanniang watched in confusion as the old people fell slowly, and then saw their relatives crying, some howling, some choking...

Some people began to ask when the state would come to rescue.

Maybe half a day!

Someone said confidently.

After all, this place is only more than thirty miles away from Zhouzhi Haicheng. If you ride faster, you can arrive there tomorrow.

The night wind was brisk, and more than a hundred people gathered together, all vying for the center position.

Mrs. Ma took her two daughters and shouted loudly: "I have given you the last food in my family. Shouldn't you go in?"

With the little wheat flour she contributed, Ma's wife successfully entered the core area.

As soon as she entered, Jiang Erniang felt warm. She asked her mother with some confusion, "Aniang, we are women! In the past, didn't they say that women are weak and need to be protected?"

"That was normal times, but at this time, women are just meat! There is nothing to bully, but meat to be slaughtered when they are very hungry!" A sharp look flashed in Ma's eyes.

Even though she had never seen a wolf, at this moment, Jiang Erniang felt that her mother was like a female wolf.

That night, Ma held her and her sister tightly, as if someone was watching eagerly, ready to harvest human lives.

At dawn, Jiang Erniang heard crying again, this time more.

Several old people fell.

There was also a young man...he was wearing single clothes when he escaped.
To be continued...