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101, the road encounters refugees

The people in the blocked carriage were Yun Yan and Ruan Jun.

Ruan Jun's face was ugly and dark.

Yun Yan thought of herself three years ago, and the scene before her eyes was so familiar, just like those days in the past, when hunger, fatigue, and misery were worn out day by day. In an instant, her heart became heavy again and her eyes dimmed.

She stood up and stepped out of the carriage, took out the money bag from her waist, took out some broken silver and handed it to the coachman, saying softly: "Go and buy some food for them."

When the refugees heard this, they knelt down and worshiped Yunyan with tears in their eyes: "Thank you, girl, thank you female Bodhisattva! Thank you so much..."

Ruan Jun had no choice but to get out of the car. When he saw these refugees, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But her face was still elegant, and she said complimentary words: "Miss Yunyan is really kind-hearted. She can feel so pity for these refugees when she sees them."

Yun Yan's eyes were gloomy: "They are homeless and have lost all their relatives. Even if others would do this, I am just doing my best. In fact, it is just a drop in the bucket."

Ruan Jun nodded: "Yes, after the war, the people who suffer the most are the people."

His eyes were shining: "If I have the opportunity to meet the Holy Father in the temple in the future, I will definitely seek benefits for the people!"

Yun Yan looked up at him, her cold eyes softening slightly: "I believe Mr. Ruan will definitely do it."

Ruan Jun smiled, feeling proud.

Yunyan was surprised: "Sir!"

She said softly, and a smile spread across her lips.

It's as if the iceberg has melted, and it's like a water lotus blooming, so delicate and tender.

Ruan Jun squinted his eyes and looked at Jun Ziqian and Ye Youlan who were coming out of the carriage not far ahead.

It's them again!

That's right, they are not the ones Yunyan is looking for!

However, seeing Yun Yan's change of attitude, Ruan Jun felt extremely unhappy.

Just a little general with a good body made Yun Yan so excited that even he ignored him.

Jun Ziqian is dressed in a pure moon-white robe, his face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are bright and misty, and he holds a jade fan in his hand.

The steps were neither hasty nor slow, the moon-white clothes were flying like snow waves, and the whole body exuded the ultimate nobility.

Yun Yan's heart was shocked, this was the King of Qin she knew, as noble as the white clouds in the sky.

"Sir." She bowed and bowed, very gently.

Jun Ziqian tilted his head and glanced at her before moving his eyes. The look in his eyes...

Yun Yan's heart sank again and again.

Just like before, there is no difference between looking at a stone or a piece of grass on the roadside.

She felt sour in her heart.

Anyway, he is such a noble gentleman, Xiao Che is such a godly man, and ordinary women cannot fall in his eyes, not to mention that he hardly gets close to any women.

Apart from……

She raised her eyes to look at the little girl following Jun Ziqian, her brows furrowed slightly.

This is an exception, it must be an exception.

The appearance of Jun Ziqian made the refugees present stunned. They all thought that the gods were coming, and they all stood there in a daze.

He glanced at the refugees and asked Mo Zhu, "Do you know where these refugees come from?"

Mo Zhu bowed his hands and said, "Sir, these are the people from Yuezhou who have been displaced in various places after the First World War. The imperial court has issued an order for all states and counties to take in and resettle the displaced people and rebuild their homes once they encounter them."

Since the imperial court has such an order, what is going on with these refugees in front of us?

Jun Ziqian raised his eyes and looked up.

The wilderness outside here gradually becomes desolate, sparsely populated, and there are several broken walls of different heights in the distance.

Figures and voices could be heard from behind the wall, and white smoke could be vaguely seen rising from behind the broken wall.

It seems that some homeless people settled here, and they cooked together the food they collected and made a meal.


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