"It's all said, it's a miracle, of course I can't see it if I'm not sincere." Chu Heng snorted coldly, turned around and walked down the river embankment.

"Miracles?" Ji Cheng looked down at the half-section of the torch in his hand and muttered to himself: "If it is really a miracle, then it is right to treat all living beings equally, 'I can't see it if I am not sincere', isn't this what a charlatan would say......?"

Chu Heng's footsteps paused suddenly, and the next second she turned around and returned to Ji Cheng's side, and squatted down on the river embankment following Ji Cheng's example, her voice was low: "Who do you say is a charlatan?" ”

Ji Cheng glanced at Chu Heng, and he shook the torch in his hand: "The oil on this is corpse oil?" ”

Chu Heng frowned: "To appease the river god and comfort the deceased, the use of corpse oil is to let the souls of those who died in this flood be at peace." ”

"This rhetoric is really a set of open mouths." Ji Cheng stood up, carried half a torch stick, turned around and walked down the river embankment: "Don't worry, you are my person now, it is not good for me to demolish you, I will not do this kind of thing." ”

"......" Chu Heng stomped his feet and turned to look at the river behind him.

The river is as vast and magnificent as ever, the water is yellow, the water surface is quiet and there is no wave, just quietly flowing all the way to the sea.

"Can you see the resentment on this river?"

The voice in his ears was magnetic with an uninhibited smile, it was Su Yunsheng who had gone up to the embankment.

Chu Heng glanced back at Su Yunsheng, and then turned to look at Da Jiang again.

"What, even my cousin doesn't want to pay attention to it?" Su Yunsheng flicked the fan in his hand, the fan surface opened, and he didn't care about the cool autumn weather, shaking the fan and fanning the wind on his chest.

Chu Heng glanced at Su Yunsheng, that's right, she just didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Su Yunsheng was a little embarrassed on his face, he closed the folding fan, the fan head was tapped twice in the palm of his hand, the corners of his mouth drooped, and he looked helpless: "Look at your fried hair......

Chu Heng said in his heart, anyway, Su Yunsheng already knew that she had learned about their digging through the embankment. At this moment, it is completely unnecessary to pretend to be kind to Su Yunsheng. Although for his own plan, in front of Ji Cheng, Chu Heng still had to say a perfunctory sentence, but in front of Su Yunsheng. She didn't even bother to be perfunctory.

Chu Heng glanced at Su Yunsheng, but still didn't say a word.

"What do you always look at me with your eyes, can it be that the eyes of a beautiful woman can really speak?" Su Yunsheng knocked the head of the fan twice in the palm of his hand, and said, "What a ruthless cousin." ”

"You are not Chu San's real nephew, where can you count as my cousin." Chu Heng's voice was cold.

"Of course I'm your cousin." Su Yunsheng sneered: "What kind of thing is Chu San." Am I your cousin, and what does it have to do with him! ”

Chu Heng looked back at Su Yunsheng, his eyes full of doubt: "What are you talking about?" ”

"Nothing." Su Yunsheng opened the fan and shook it again: "I just want to remind you that your peaches are going to be picked." ”

"What peaches?"

"Whoa." Su Yunsheng pointed in the direction of the city gate: "Look, Tan Yan'er is giving porridge to the people with her own hands, and those who drink porridge will be grateful to the Bodhisattva of the Praise Princess." ”

"So what?"

Su Yunsheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then suddenly sneered: "Okay, then even if I am nosy, sure enough, the people of the Bai family are all ignorant." ”

With that, Su Yunsheng turned his head and went down the embankment.

The Bai family? Chu Heng's brows furrowed. What the hell is Su Yunsheng talking about? Who are the people of the Bai family?

"Inexplicable...... Chu Heng's gaze glanced at Su Yunsheng's back: "What's crazy." ”

At the gate of the city, Tan Yan'er was holding a spoon and serving porridge to a white-haired old man dressed in tatters.

"Uncle, your bowl is broken, I'll replace it with a new one for you." Tan Yan'er casually took a new bowl from the cabinet under the porridge shed, filled the porridge and handed it over.

This white-haired old man was born as a mason, and he rarely saw officials and nobles on weekdays, let alone the existence of a class like the princess. This time, he not only met the princess, but also drank the porridge served by the princess herself, and the old man's eyes were already red with excitement. He took the porridge with trembling hands. Excited incoherently: "The princess is really a living Bodhisattva!" Thank you, thank you, princess! ”

Tan Yan'er smiled, she reached out and took a white-flour steamed bun from the cage drawer on the side, and stuffed it to the white-haired old man in front of her: "There is not enough rice." The porridge is thinner, and the steamed buns can satisfy hunger even more. ”

"Princess, thank you. Living Bodhisattva, Living Bodhisattva! The white-haired old man took the steamed bun, and his mouth turned over and over with those two sentences: "The princess is a living Bodhisattva!" ”

At this moment, Ji Cheng walked to the edge of the porridge shed, and Tan Yan'er saw Ji Cheng. He stretched out his hand and pulled him to his side, and said to the crowd lined up in front of the porridge shed: "Although there is not much rice grain now, the prince has promised us that he will evenly distribute rice grain from the military rations to ensure that everyone can spend this winter safely." ”

"Lord Shizi! The prince is also a living bodhisattva! The white-haired old man holding the porridge saw Ji Cheng, and his heart was excited, the porridge bowl accidentally fell to the ground, and the porridge with white flowers was scattered all over the ground.

When the old man saw that the porridge bowl was broken, his face changed greatly, and he raised his hand and slapped himself with an ear scraper, and then he immediately knelt on the ground and picked up half of the broken bowl, trembling and trying to scoop the porridge back into the bowl, and kept muttering to himself: "It's a waste of food...... Damn it! ”

"Lord Shizi......" Tan Yan'er pushed Ji Cheng and asked him to appease the white-haired old man.

Ji Cheng took the porridge spoon in Tan Yan'er's hand, Tan Yan'er hurriedly took out another bowl from the cabinet and handed it to Ji Cheng. Ji Chengfu took the porridge with his own hands, walked out of the porridge shed with the porridge bowl, walked to the white-haired old man, helped the old man up with one hand, and handed the newly filled porridge to the old man with the other hand: "Drink this bowl." ”

The old man raised his head, and his face was already full of tears: "The prince ...... the world"

Ji Cheng smiled and put the porridge bowl in the old man's hand: "You are all the people of Fujicheng, the fiefdom of the Tengwang Mansion Fujicheng, as the son of the Tengwang Mansion, the people of Fujicheng are living well, and I can only be at peace in my heart." ”

"Shizi Ye......" The old man squatted down and put the porridge bowl on the ground respectfully, and then knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately to Ji Cheng and said: "Thank you, Shiziye, having a good person like you is a blessing for the people of Fujicheng!" After he finished speaking, he excitedly greeted the people behind him: "Quick, kneel down for the prince!" ”

Seeing the prince and the princess personally giving porridge, the crowd was excited, and now the old man greeted him, and a group of people knelt down in the hulala, and there were people in the crowd shouting everything, some shouting that the prince was a living bodhisattva, some were shouting that the prince was benevolent and righteous, and there were those who shouted that the prince was handsome.

Ji Cheng looked gentle and elegant, and his face was not shocked.

At this moment, Tan Yan'er's maid Luluo pulled the sleeve of the maid Lingjiu and quietly moved out of the porridge shed, and the two also knelt in the crowd.

Green pothos shouted at the top of her voice, "Long live the prince!" ”

As soon as her voice fell, the crowd fell silent for a while, and the pothos hurriedly shouted again: "Long live the prince!" After shouting, she pulled Ling Jiu's sleeve.

Only then did Ling Jiu react, and hurriedly shouted: "Long live the prince!" ”

"Long live the prince! Long live the prince! The crowd, led by the two, also began to shout long live.

The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, Fujicheng has always only known that the vine king does not know the emperor, and the flood is in front of the disaster, and the prince himself is in the back, as long as the prince can be happy, the people don't mind shouting two long live.

With this long live cry, Ji Cheng's face, which looked pampered and unfazed, finally changed. (To be continued.) )