A brisk footstep came from the corner door, but it was Qu Qing trotting towards this side with a large plate of food. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But feeling a cold wind blowing, Qu Qing, who was walking in the wind, couldn't help but shiver and slowed down his steps.

When he came to the door, he saw the two children who were still squatting outside the door, and Qu Qing was a little surprised: "Why are you still squatting here?"

Liu Shuangli grabbed Qin Siyang's hand and replied, "Sister Qu Qing is good, I don't know what happened to Feng Daxia, is he okay?"

"Wind Hero? Qu Qing chuckled: "What the hell is going on with him, won't you two go in and see for yourself, why do you have to ask me so much?"

Liu Shuangli returned with a smile: "Let's not go in and disturb it." ”

Qu Qing turned his head to look at the two children, and said with a smile: "Excuse me? Sister Ling and I didn't stop you from entering, if you want to know the situation, you can go in and see, what is there." ”

"But the Wind Hero is like this...... look, it's really inconvenient to look at. Liu Shuangli said and glanced at the boy.

Qu Qing giggled again: "The sister of the Liu family is a good person, and if she doesn't go in, she is afraid of losing the face of Feng Ye, and she is afraid that he will not be able to see people." Hehe, but the wind master yelled and scolded all day, didn't everything ugly show up. He himself is not afraid of being embarrassed, so what are you afraid of?"

"This-" Liu Shuangli hesitated, paused for a while before saying, "Feng Daxia is a man, is this kind of treat-"

"What is it? Sister Ling and I are enough to take care of him. Without waiting for Liu Shuangli to finish speaking, Qu Qing grabbed the conversation and said, "Don't you see how Sister Ling cried because she was so angry with him." I've known Sister Ling for so long, and I've never seen her cry like this, it's really sad. ”

"It's—that's true. Liu Shuangli recalled Ling Xue's crying, and sighed in his heart, I don't know how much Ling Xue is crying, how much is acting, and how much is true feelings?

"Shouldn't the Liu family girl go in and take a look at Feng Ye?" Qu Qing asked again.

"Oh, we still won't go in. Liu Shuangli said, glancing at Qin Siyang again.

Qu Qing looked at the two children in wonder, seeing that they really didn't want to enter the house, so it was not easy to say anything. Just as he was about to say goodbye to the house, he suddenly saw Qin Siyanghuo stand up suddenly, dragging Liu Shuangli with one hand, and turned around and left without saying a word.

"Siyang-" Liu Shuangli was pulled up by the boy and left, and subconsciously shouted, "You, don't be like this, it's so rude." ”

But the boy didn't listen, and now he was so upset that he really didn't have the mood to care about these etiquettes, so he only dragged Liu Shuangli hard, didn't say a word, and didn't want to turn his head back.

Seeing this, Liu Shuangli, who was being pulled, had no choice but to turn around and wave goodbye to Qu Qing in a hurry, and left with Qin Siyang.

Seeing the two children leave like this, although it was really rude, Qu Qing didn't care at all. She just kept giggling and watched the two children disappear into their house, before she turned around and walked into the room where Wind Eleven was bound with a plate of food.

There was nothing else to say in one night, although the moon of the fifteenth was sixteen round, but even if it was round, at this moment, no one had the heart to appreciate it.

On the third day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the announcement of the lifting of martial law in Xuanhua suddenly spread throughout the city without warning.

The news came so suddenly that the people of the city couldn't believe it was true for a while. People just trembled and asked each other, and they were afraid that they had misheard, and in the end it was just an empty joy.

As the news was further confirmed, Xuanhua City exploded like a pot, followed by madness, a group of venting, and a frenzy after the pain that no one could stop.

The storehouse was unsealed in large quantities over the next few days, and then distributed to the people of the city free of charge.

People were ecstatic, and the mood that had been desperate for nearly four months suddenly rose from the abyss to the top.

No one thought about it, but it was a cold winter, and the fields that had been barren for four months were no longer able to produce any more harvests. And how long can the storehouse store grain last? 30,000 troops, plus 100,000 people. When the people have no surplus food in their own homes, how much grain should be stored in the government granary to allow the people of the city to survive the winter?

And even if a winter is over, how will the cultivation after the beginning of spring be carried out?

When there is no food and no seeds, will it not be another famine, an even greater calamity, and how many people will starve to death?

In fact, the disaster of Xuanhua was not eliminated with the lifting of martial law.

It's just that no one thinks about it anymore.

However, the news that the five princes of the first emperor Yingzong were captured spread in all directions soon after the lifting of martial law in Xuanhua. The person who passed on the inside story also pointed out the evidence that on the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the more than 100 cavalry and more than 1,000 guards who gathered out of the city were to escort the five princes of Xianyingzong into Beijing.

When the people heard this inside story, they were shocked and discussed. Subsequently, all kinds of strange gossip began to circulate among the people.

All of a sudden, the number of people who were arrested, from the original only five princes, began to increase continuously. King Ning, who had just been exterminated a year ago, the thirteen hall masters of the Zhengbei League, Empress Xianyingzong Chu, and King Ping, who had been exterminated a few years ago, were all added. Even King Qing and Marquis Wu Xuan, who are now gaining power, did not let go.

There are really any theories.

It's just fortunate that no matter how bizarre and unreasonable these gossip is, people have been added to a few percent, but none of them are involved in the Seven Princes of the current Holy Heaven.

Facts always flow through people inadvertently.

Who would have thought that this inconspicuous seven-prince who had just been thrown to Shanxi, who was only 10 years old? People would only think that the only person who would be hunted down and killed would be the prince of the first emperor, or someone who had gained power or was gaining power. And today's holy prince, people will only think that if he is pampered and supported, how can he have any power.

In this way, after the lifting of martial law, Xuanhua City, under the spread of boiling and adding fuel and vinegar, passed day by day.

During this time, Ling Feng and Li Chaoxiong had only returned to Uncle He's house three times each, while their third son Han had only come once.

However, it was also this time when Han Qihai came back that Feng Eleven, who had been tied up, was finally released and regained his freedom. The two children who stayed at Uncle He's house were told that everything had been done almost and that they could leave Xuanhua in five days.

When the two children heard the news, they were uncharacteristically silent. Even Liu Shuangli, who has always been able to be happy in front of anything, was very quiet this time, just nodded lightly and didn't say a word.

Such a performance really doesn't look like her.

It's just that everyone else has a lot of trivial things to do, and they don't pay much attention to the girl's different performance.

On this day, the autumn mood is even stronger, even if the sun is shining high, the sun is shining, but as long as the autumn wind blows, the yellow leaves rustle, and all the warmth can be blown away in an instant.

The autumn wind is the most prone to autumn sorrow, and Liu Shuangli, who often smiles like a flower, seems to have been infected with autumn sorrow in this autumn.