On the second day, Bai Zeqing simply tidied up after her morning exercises, put on her curtain hat, and got into the city on the carriage sent by the Xuanyu Academy to pick her up.
Although the master never said when he would return or whether he would come back here, Bai Zeqing still wrote a letter to the master before leaving and carefully pressed it with a paperweight on the desk. He was also worried that the master would not see or enter the house at all, so he made a special trip
She ran to leave messages for Zen Master Ci Fa, Senior Brother Zimo and little novice monk Xue Jian. If the master came back, he would also know that she had gone to the city, to the Huo family.
Yesterday, the prefect's wife and several aunts made a fuss for most of the day. In the end, three adults, Yin Fucheng, Lu Jietui, and Li Tongpan, came hand in hand and persuaded the people to go back. But look at the posture, even if they no longer
Even if they make trouble in the temple, they won't let it go.
Bai Zeqing opened the curtains and looked at the scenery of the mountains. His mind had already begun to think about the case of the prefect.
Last night, she made a special trip to the wing where the prefect committed suicide. All the furnishings were still as they were when the crime occurred seven days ago. Even the white silk was still hanging on the beam, swaying with the evening breeze, which was very strange.
Infiltrate people.
She didn't see anything special in the wing, so she asked Senior Brother Zimo about the situation that day. Senior Brother didn't know much, but he revealed something that made Bai Zeqing feel strange - he was the first to discover the deceased's body that day.
The person has disappeared and left without saying goodbye. Logically, there are records of Jingren who posted orders at Tingquan Temple, but this person somehow got in, and no relevant records were found. Listening to the descriptions of other Jingren, it seems that
Came here with the prefect.
While he was thinking wildly, the carriage had already entered the east city. Bai Zeqing looked at the sky and saw that it was almost noon. The road was bustling with people, but Bai Zeqing's carriage was inconspicuous among them.
"Urgent report, urgent report."
The rapid sound of horse hooves came from behind, and pedestrians on the road took cover one after another, watching a group of soldiers galloping past.
While escaping from the crowd, a carriage almost fell into a ditch on the roadside.
"Madam, are you okay?" A middle-aged man wearing a satin trousers immediately dismounted from his horse and asked.
The maid opened the curtain of the carriage, and there sat a young lady in brocade and gorgeous clothes. She had a cinnabar skirt, a bun with bright clouds, and a pretty figure.
"What's going on? Boss Hu, you've startled the lady." The maid helped the young lady, then stuck her head out and scolded the middle-aged man.
Manager Hu quickly and softly told the young lady what had just happened.
A sharp-eyed waiter at a roadside tea shop shouted: "It's Mrs. Huo!"
Soon there will be good people gathered around to take a look.
"Where where?"
"Which Lady Huo?"
"Who else is Mrs. Huo? Of course she is the head of Panyue Tower!"
"Oh, what kind of luck did we get to see Mrs. Huo?"
"Madam Huo! Madam Huo!" The bold ones were already waving their hands and shouting.
Manager Hu quickly called the escort boys to separate the crowd who wanted to get closer.
"It's cold outside. Let's go quickly." The maid put down the curtain and said to Madam Huo, "Madam, it's the post horse. It must be the decree of the imperial court. I wonder who will take over Yuanzhou."
"Don't say this. Hurry up..." Mrs. Huo interrupted her, but stopped suddenly in the middle of her words. She looked slightly surprised, raised the curtain with her own hands, and then said "Huh?"
"Madam?" Manager Hu saw Madam Huo raising the curtains of the car again. He was a little confused and called out. Seeing Madam Huo's eyes looking towards the front, he also looked over.
There was a carriage there, and a twelve or three-year-old girl was lifting the curtain and saying something to the driver, looking a little anxious.
Looking at the horse, I don't know what happened. It seems that the crowd just hurt its legs and feet. The coachman is squatting down to check.
Is she the third wife of the Bai family?
At this time, the car curtain had been lowered. At that moment, Madam Huo didn't see clearly. She shook her head uncertainly: How could she be in Yuanzhou? Is she dazzled?
Do you want to make sure?
But there are too many people in the officialdom, and she may cause unnecessary trouble if she stays here any longer.
"Madam?" Manager Hu called again anxiously.
Mrs. Huo came to her senses, lowered the car curtain and said, "It's okay, let's go on our way."
Seeing that his wife was fine, Manager Hu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, mounted his horse, and led the convoy away.
The guards cleared the way and they quickly reached the front of the road.
The car blew the curtains, and Mrs. Huo subconsciously glanced outside, and the small carriage flashed past.
Madam Huo shook her head: Impossible. Business is important, and the second brother is still waiting.
The convoy soon left on the official road.
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Because the small horse-drawn carriage was broken down, it was almost noon when Bai Zeqing arrived at Yuanzhou Dongcheng. It happened to be the time when the porridge factory was distributing relief to the refugees.
The refugees who gathered at Tingquan Temple seven days ago returned to Yuanzhou City under the "escort" of the soldiers that day.
The prefect died suddenly, and the official warehouse could not be opened for a while. The civilian warehouse had long been empty. Seeing that the porridge factory was unsustainable, Wang Chi took the initiative before leaving Yuan Zhou and borrowed 10,000 shi of grain from the Huo family for emergency purposes, promising to wait for
It will be returned once the official warehouse is opened.
Mr. Huo agreed very happily.
Compared with ten thousand stones of grain, he cares more about establishing a relationship with the Northwest King. It doesn't matter if he can return this grain, but it would be better if he can't return the grain to the Northwest King's second son.
Business Dao has become even more powerful.
Therefore, what the refugees have received these days is rare thick porridge.
There is a river crossing the city in Yuanzhou City. This river is built in a 28-water-dividing construction method, which divides Yuanzhou City into two parts and diverts the water flow of the Fuyuan River, so that Yuanzhou will no longer have the risk of flooding that will destroy the city.
There are many restaurants, teahouses and brothels built along the river in the city. Panyue Tower is one of them.
There is an arched stone bridge not far from Panyue Tower, and to the south of the bridge is a porridge factory.
At this time, a little boy was walking in front carrying a bowl of porridge, followed by a little girl holding a broken bowl in both hands and wrapped in a shabby coat that obviously didn't fit her body.
The little girl buried her face in the bowl and took a few mouthfuls. When she raised her head, there were rice grains on the tip of her nose, with a trace of satisfaction on her face. She saw that the boy had walked to the bridge and sat down against the pier to eat porridge, so she quickly followed.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in tattered clothes caught up from the back door, grabbed the porridge bowl from the little girl's hand, and poured it into his mouth in a few mouthfuls.
Before the little girl came to her senses, her hands were empty. When she turned around, the porridge was gone, and the bowl was thrown to the ground by the middle-aged man and broke into several pieces. The little girl cried "Wow".
All this happened so fast. When the little boy looked over, his bowl was thrown. He stood up suddenly, stared at the middle-aged man angrily, and said: "What are you doing? How can you, how can you steal other people's food?"
?How can you bully a child?"
The middle-aged man wiped his mouth and walked towards him fiercely.
The little boy was frightened by his ferocious eyes and took half a step back. He turned around and wanted to run away. He heard the cry of the little girl and stopped again. He quickly put the porridge bowl on the steps behind him and walked forward.
After taking two steps, he gritted his teeth and prepared to give it a try.
The middle-aged man raised his fist and hit the little boy on the head. The boy shouted, closed his eyes and hit the middle-aged man.
The fist did not land on his head and face as expected, and the next second, the boy was hit by the limp middle-aged man and fell to the ground.
Bai Zeqing was afraid and clapped her hands, looking at the embarrassed little boy with a look of helplessness on her face: "Why are you still so weak?"
The first volume is over, and it’s time to kick off the second volume, Yuanzhou Volume~~hehe~~~
