He quickly wiped away the water beads from his body, driving away the mist that lingered around him, and he put on the loose cotton silk clothes he had prepared before.

Raised his hand to hold the hair, and shook off the black green silk that was still wet.

Away from the Dead walked towards his dormitory. The mist that wanted to hold him was ruthlessly left behind by him, and he abandoned it along with the stars and the moon that had just peeked at him.

He returned to his dormitory with the breeze, and he closed his clothes and fell asleep with his eyes closed, dreamless all night.

The next day, the early sun crossed the horizon and crawled towards the sky without slowness, as if it was tired of climbing, and stopped at high altitude and no longer climbed.

It stretched its loins and burst into a thousand rays of light that pierced the clouds like spikes of ice, past the fog, and onto the ground.

Whether it is a tall house with red bricks and green tiles, or a dilapidated thatched house, it gives the same light to everyone equally.

The people who were sleeping on the couch were awakened by the bright light, rubbed their eyes, and were forced to get up and get dressed to start the busy day.

The flowers also bloom and bloom unavoidably, showing their most beautiful posture, praying that the early sun will be softer and not emit such a dazzling light.

The trees are full of begonias, actively smiling at the sun's father-in-law, as if thanking the sun for driving away the slight dew that entangles it, so that she can enjoy the breeze to the fullest.

The golden sun, as if feeling the prayer of all things, converged a little, but added a little coolness.

The coolness burrowed into the underwear of the departed from the dead who was sleeping deep on the carved wooden bed, and the departed from the dead opened his sleepy eyes.

Li Yan put on a dark brocade robe, the collar and cuffs have an elegant auspicious cloud pattern, and the hem is embroidered with a few straight bamboo words.

He uncovered the quilt, dressed and washed, tied up the black and green silk high, and told the little servant to bring his red horse.

The horse's back was strong, its limbs were stout, its skin was shining, and its long mane was scattered, and with the movement of its hooves, it flicked and rubbed against its own back, and every now and then a few sideburns were blown by the breeze.

Holding the whip in his hand, he put his left foot on the horse's pedal, grabbed the reins, and stepped onto the saddle.

He flicked his whip, and the horse neighed, and rushed outward, and the horse galloped like a gale, and soon arrived at the destination agreed with Qingyu yesterday.

The tranquility had already arrived, and when it had passed, they rode together towards the place where the people's alliance had gathered.

Thatched roofs, ruined walls, dirt and stone streets, ragged people, a few barking dogs, a few roosters, came from this dilapidated alley.

Some of the thatch drifted away with the wind, and there were men or women chasing after the thatch that had been blown away by the wind, with anxiety on their faces.

Seeing this scene, Separation and Tranquility set off waves in his heart.

Is this an alliance of rioting people? They live in such a poor environment.

Tranquility and detachment walked together towards the broken alley.

A child with patched clothes, but very neat, slightly messy hair, but very shiny, and bare skin, was curled up in a dark corner with scratches, nibbling on a hard steamed bun.

Away from the dead and quiet, he stepped forward.

Qingyou asked, "Little friend, why are you here by yourself?"

The little doll who was focused on eating cold steamed buns heard the quiet voice, suddenly came back to her senses, and quickly hid the cold and hard steamed buns behind her.

Slowly raised his head, his eyes were full of horror, and he cautiously looked at the separation and tranquility.

When he observed that he was dressed extraordinarily, he brought the hand holding the steamed bun tightly behind his back to his chest.

His wary voice rang out, "Who are you?

Qingyou squatted down and said gently: "We are pedestrians passing by here, and we saw that this place is a little dilapidated and incompatible with other places in the city, so we walked in, and we are curious to see you munching on cold and hard steamed buns here." ”

The child slowly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were wet, and he hung his head and said: "Today is my birthday, so my mother gave me an extra piece of steamed buns, but the food at home is limited, I have two sisters and a younger brother, and there is no way to eat one person, so my mother asked me to eat it secretly." ”

The child secretly raised his eyes to look at Qingyou, and added: "I didn't want to eat alone, I knew that I had to share it equally with my sisters and brothers, but I was so hungry, I haven't eaten white flour steamed buns for a long time, so I originally planned to eat only one bite, but who knew that I couldn't control myself and ate most of it." ”

Seeing this, the separation and tranquility were already clear, and they didn't ask any more.

The two of them walked inside. A slender man, dressed in a washed white blue cloth robe, with handsome features and cold eyebrows, walked towards them, and when they approached, the man's sharp eyes were full of surprise.

His knees bent slightly, as if he was about to kneel, and Qingyou quickly helped him up and shook his head at him.

Qingyou said: "Is there any tea, we are running all the way, and we are a little thirsty." ”

The man hurriedly replied, "Yes, some two, please come with me." ”

The man led away from the dead and into a thatched hut.

The inside is even more simple, the walls are made of mud, and some soil layers fall from time to time, and the whole room is full of dust.

The thatch on the top had been swept away by the wind, and in some places there was only a thin layer left, as if it was about to break.

In the hall of the house, there were only a few broken wooden chairs, and a table with a notched corner, a pitted table, and a few notched teacups on the table. Nothing else.

The man hurriedly pulled the broken chair away and let Qing Jing and the Funeral sit down, he bent down and knelt down, and said, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can come to us, the villain is afraid, please make the decision for us!"

Qingyou hurriedly raised his arm, helped the man up, and said, "You don't have to make such a big gift, what is there to say." ”

Tears appeared in the adult man's eyes, but he desperately held back, he said: "Xiao Minming's name is Zhang Da, he is the leader of this small alliance, and the people here were all ordinary people in the capital before, but the people of the Gongfu of that country did all kinds of evil. ”

"Now that Concubine Lan is in power, she is favored in the harem, and the chickens and dogs of the Guogong Mansion have ascended to heaven for a while, and they collude with the household servants, bribing and collecting taxes at will, increasing miscellaneous expenses, and the prince of the Guogong Mansion is also killing people on the street and robbing the people's daughters. The people have no means of making a living. ”

Suddenly, there was a creak of the door opening, and the dilapidated wooden door was opened, and a cold wind whistled from there.

Away from the mourning and tranquility, he turned his head to look over there.

At this time, there was a man with a big figure, deep facial features, slightly dark skin, and ragged clothes who walked in from the door.