Liu Qingchen had met Xin Wuming when he was getting in and out of the carriage, and he often asked him to take a few fast-footed men to go ahead and buy rice, noodles and other basic ingredients to make a paste and make some pasta to eat on the road.
This is cheap and allows everyone to eat as much as possible. She will also try to save as much as possible and eat light meals. She will rent as few rooms as possible in the evening so that everyone can squeeze in and finish the work.
Everyone admired Liu Qingchen along the way. Not only was she outstanding in appearance and temperament, but she also commanded with determination and the air of a general. You must know that there are more than 3,000 people, all unruly victims of the disaster. If you are not careful, anything can happen.
occur.
At first, there were only a few patients, but later the moans became more and more frequent, and Liu Qingchen could no longer sit still in the car. However, due to her status and safety considerations, she could not get out of the car hastily. If something happened, it would embarrass the King of Xiang'an.
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Because we were walking very slowly, there were still more than ten days to go before Xiang'an. One night, Qi's mother said to Liu Qingchen worriedly: "Miss, the price of food has increased rapidly along the way. Our money can only support three days at most."
Damn it, we won’t add more people for another three days. What if we run out of money and food and the refugees start a riot?"
Liu Qingchen said: "I wonder where King Xiang'an is now?"
Qi's mother said: "The King of Xiang'an is riding a horse. We made a lot of noise and moved slowly along the way, but we never met the prince. He must have taken a shortcut and missed us."
Liu Qingchen said: "In this case, you quickly order the two servants to go back and ask the prince to send someone to pick us up."
Qi's mother said: "Please ask Miss to edit a letter."
Liu Qingchen was in trouble, could his calligraphy be recognized by others? He wouldn't scare King Xiang'an to death, would he? He frowned and said, "Do you have pen and ink?"
Qi's mother said: "There are some of these in the inn, but they are just inferior products for fear of contaminating the lady's treasure."
Liu Qingchen smiled bitterly: These handmade rice papers will be good if my treasure traces are not stained.
At the moment, he unfolded the snow-white Chen Xuan, ground out an inkstone of thick Hui ink, and raised the purple wolf hair. Liu Qingchen was very arrogant, but he was in a dilemma in his heart. Oh my God! Please save me!
"Ah... you guys go down and let me think about it quietly." Liu Qingchen thought, it would be enough to make a fool of himself only to King Xiang'an. After all, we might become a family in the future, hehe!
...The eternal nymphomaniac is hopeless!
It's as easy as swiping the pen at the moment, and it's done in one fell swoop.
After all, she had attended a calligraphy class for a few days when she was a child, and had practiced calligraphy for a few days in elementary school. She had learned to use the thin gold style, which was not ugly at all. Moreover, this was Song Huizong's original creation, and no one must be able to do it now.
In calligraphy, she is her own school and has a good example. But when she thinks of Liu Qingchen's calligraphy hanging in her home, which is elegant and handsome, she feels extremely ashamed of herself.
At that moment, I wrote down without any words:
"Xiang'an Wangtaijian: My daughter Liu Qingchen was mistakenly invited by the prince to go to Xiang'an. On the way, she met the refugees who were torn between life and death. She felt pity for her, and she was planning something important for the prince. She took it upon herself to lead her to the prince's territory. However, there were only a few refugees.
Everyone, we are powerless and already stretched thin. I hope that the prince will take pity on my daughter and send people to support me quickly. My daughter, Liu Qingchen, pays my respects. "
I didn't dare to look at it anymore, so I folded it and put it in an envelope. Mother Qi sealed it with wax and handed it to the servant in person, saying: "The lifeblood of our group is in your hands. Please come back quickly."
Go to Xiang'an and bring the letter to the prince to read it personally. You must not give it to anyone else."
The servant agreed, and Qi's mother prepared dry food and some broken silver for him, so that he could go on the road immediately.
Liu Qingchen sent someone to recruit Xin Wuming again.
"Xin Wuming pays homage to the lady." Xin Wuming was polite and treated Liu Qingchen completely as his master.
Liu Qingchen nodded and looked at Xin Wuming carefully. He was quite a handsome man.
Liu Qingchen asked: "I heard crying just now, was there someone..."
Xin Wuming nodded and said, "Two patients have passed away."
Liu Qingchen said: "Go and ask their families if they can burn them on the spot and take the ashes with them."
Xin Wuming: "There is a person who...has no relatives."
Liu Qingchen said: "Find someone to buy something, burn them and bury them on the spot."
Xin Wuming agreed.
Yi Hong said: "Miss, the money we brought is no longer enough, so give them some money." She recklessly revealed the details to Xin Wuming.
Xin Wuming was stunned for a moment and said, "If this is the case, then the young lady is in danger."
Yihong asked curiously: "What did you say?"
Xin Wuming said: "The victims come from different places and are distraught. At this time, the lady is providing food, so I can follow with peace of mind. However, if we know the current situation, there will be chaos, and chaos will lead to changes. I am afraid that the lady will..."
Xuan Lu scolded: "You bad-hearted people, I saved my money and money for your sake. Now that all my money has been spent on you, you have such evil thoughts."
Liu Qingchen waved his hands and said, "That's not what Zhuangshi Xin meant."
The moon outside the window is like a lamp, very quiet.
Liu Qingchen frowned, walked a few steps in the hall, looked at Xin Wuming and said, "I recruited you to discuss the matter. There are still nearly ten days to go from here to Xiang'an. I have sent
We rushed to report that the prince would come to meet us, but the journey was long, what should we do if we were delayed?"
Xin Wuming nodded and said: "Miss, now we can only speed up and take the first step. I will lead everyone behind and walk slowly, waiting for rescue."
Liu Qingchen frowned and said, "Even if we go quickly, we still have a few days to go. Who knows there won't be more victims ahead."
Xin Wuming said: "If Miss is trustworthy, I would like to send a dozen of my close Shanyong brothers to go ahead with the car tomorrow and accompany Miss to Xiang'an."
Liu Qingchen sighed and said: "This is the only way to do it first." She is the kind of person who takes the overall situation into consideration and is not easily obsessed with one thing. Although she doesn't want to abandon these refugees and escape first, things have changed.
In order to follow Quan's will, she also has to plan more for herself.
That night I tossed and turned and had no sleep.
On the second day, Xin Wuming led a dozen strong men to escort the carriage in front. The carriage went first. There were several injured people sitting in the carriage in front, followed by Liu Qingchen's carriage.
Because we had agreed in advance, the car went faster and faster, and the horses behind it started to gallop. The victims shouted loudly and ran for a long time.
Xin Wuming stood up and shouted: "Everyone, please stop. The lady is not running away, but is going to Xiang'an to ask for help. Now you will hand over the silver to me. If you want to believe it, just follow me to Xiang'an. The lady will send someone to greet you."
, if you don’t believe me, just go on your own. Take some money from me, it’s a parting gift from the lady, so it’s not in vain to follow her.”
----y^_^y
Someone tried their best to help me, a tone-deaf person, to eliminate illiteracy. Under the patient guidance of a beautiful music teacher, I finally learned a famous hit song "Mary Had a Little Lamb." Well, from now on, am I not considered a tone-deaf person?