Chapter 687: Riot

Yuan Song's house is cleaned up, and it can be lived. When Mo Qingye got up in the morning, he saw several maids coming and going.

After thinking about it for a while, it is estimated that Xiaoxi found it for them to prepare for life from nowhere.

Mo Qingye is wearing a simple and neat material today, and her stomach is bulging, which makes people feel frightened when she looks at it. It's just that his face is covered with a veil, and it's very inconspicuous.

Bai Zijin didn't know if he was stimulated by the person yesterday or what, but he actually took off his 10,000-year-old white clothes, which made people a little uncomfortable. However, the cold eyebrows and eyes added a lot of points to him. At least every time Chang Ning's eyes unconsciously wandered around him, Bai Zijin was in a happy mood.

Before I understood my mind, now that I understand my mind, Bai Zijin notices his stupid girl anytime and anywhere. By the way, I also noticed Yuan Song, who was always brushing his face in front of his own girl. Looking at the eyebrows and eyes that were more beautiful than a woman, Bai Zijin's heart was slightly sour. The vinegar is coming, and it can't be stopped.

"Do you want to go see it too?" Yuan Song's face was a little worried.

Last time, the city lord gave an order, saying that the food supplied to the battlefield was not enough, so that the people could save the emergency. Now he's not sure what went wrong. But the city lord has a problem, but he understands.

"Or else? You think we're here to play? Bai Zijin said lightly, and his tone was a little vague. Seeing Mo Qingye's brows, he frowned. The vinegar jar has been overturned.

Yuan Song was stunned, and naturally knew that he had a problem with his previous attitude towards Mo Qingye. is already weak-hearted, so it is naturally difficult to say rebuttals. For a while, the roots of the neck and ears were red. Chang Ning didn't blink when he saw it. It's very confusing. It's so beautiful

Turning his head, he looked at Bai Zijin and said, "Uncle Shi, he doesn't know, what are you doing so fiercely." His eyes widened, and he turned his head to comfort Yuan Song.

Bai Zijin blocked his throat in one breath, and the whole person collapsed.

You can't live if you do your own evil, this monkey child was brought back by him personally, and Chang Ning's contradictions were also made by himself before. hehe

Mo Qingye Wan'er, looking at these two people, felt that he was younger. There is a sense of youth and astringency of falling in love for the first time. Gathered the clothes on his body, and didn't go out until he was not half conspicuous.

As soon as you leave the house. I saw that the neighbors next door were also wearing brand new clothes. It also happened to happen. The woman's face was joyful, "Are you going to worship the priest?" Don't worry, the priests will be able to protect our southern city. If you're pregnant, you might be able to take advantage of the priest's blessings. The woman smiled with joy.

He was still wearing new clothes that he wore during the New Year's holidays. Although only seventy percent new. But it's rare at home now. There was bitterness in the woman's eyes. It's fleeting. Now that the priests are coming, these hard days will pass.

Yuan Song let her stay away from Mo Qingye without a trace, and responded lightly. He asked a few questions, and sent the woman away, and then went with them to the main way.

Even from such a distance, they could hear the noise outside. There was not even a single figure on the surrounding streets. I must have gone out to see the excitement.

When Mo Qingye and the others passed, they only saw a crowd of people standing on tiptoe with their heads held high, and everyone had some fanaticism on their faces. Someone knelt on the ground in an uproar and shouted, "Please Lord Priest to protect my southern city and relieve me of the disaster in southern city." The voice was louder than the other.

There are also people who curse and scold in their mouths, saying that Mo Qingye used his power for personal gain, and used the name of a priest to pay food privately, and stirred up the pain of the people of Nancheng for the sake of his own family. There are even people who say that they want to go to Beijing to sue the emperor. Someone shouted that she was a liar.

The priest's guard of honor happened to pass by this alley, and the priest sat in the carriage, making it difficult to see his face, and his face was also covered with a piece of mermaid silk, and he sat in it. The belly is slightly bulging, but it looks like she was pregnant in April. With a sense of holiness all over his body, he looks more like a priest than Mo Qingye, a ruffian.

didn't take a look at the insults and respects outside, and he was quite a bit condescending. Next to the carriage were the servants waiting, and those women looked like people who had seen blood on their hands and were quite capable. The city lord drove his horse to follow the side of the carriage, and he didn't see a glance when he looked in several times, and his eyes were a little gloomy.

The lord of Nancheng is not like such a middle-aged man with a big belly, but looks at the posture of a somewhat elegant man, and it is said that he has only been in power for three years, and he has brought Nancheng to a new height. The people of Nancheng also obeyed him.

At this time, the man heard that the priest was again making noise about the priest's private payment, and his eyes were a little dark. Yesterday, he had already explained it to the crown prince and the sixth prince in person, but both of them smiled and said nothing, and I don't know if the priest believed it or not. Besides, for some reason, he was always a little uneasy in his heart. More of it is disdainful.

He has also seen the national teacher presiding over the sacrifice in Beijing, and it may be a little awe-inspiring and afraid to look at him directly. But Mo Qingye is a hairy child, and he has been living abroad for many years, and he has even figured out how to pull her into his camp. Strictly speaking, it's a sentence. He didn't think Mo Qingye had any real skills. The great teacher asked her to come out, maybe just to stabilize people's hearts. Anyway, the weakening body of the great power teacher is already known to many people in Beijing.

Woo the hairy child priest on the premise that he can see people. Sometimes the lord of the castle is also a little bored. A hairy child, the shelf is actually quite big. Yesterday's arrogant appearance with a big belly is simply hateful. But it also made him wary. A child who is in power for the first time naturally does not know how to read people's faces like a child of a family, so such a brutal toss reassures him.

Mo Qingye and his entourage only stood faintly on the periphery, watching this farce. and the occasional glance of the city lord into the carriage, naturally he did not let go of half a point.

The crowd was crowded on both sides, and many of them looked at the carriage surrounded by sorrow. Except for kneeling and praying, it is invective. Gradually, seeing that the priests in the carriage did not move, even the crown prince and the sixth prince closed the door tightly and did not look at it. These people, at last, have rioted.

"You're trying to kill us. You're going to kill people!! "Nancheng has been destroyed by you people, and it has been destroyed by you!"

"Liars, liars! Give me back thousands of grains in Nancheng, and see what has become of Nancheng by you! The crowd was a little fierce, and the ragged people were scolding.

It's just a season of food, and some people may go bankrupt, but it won't cause a devastating blow to the entire southern city. Priest Mo Qingye promised in advance that he could save Nancheng, and the people of Nancheng would naturally not tighten their belts to raise food for the frontier. Now it is even rumored that the priest has no real ability at all, and he can't save Nancheng, and Nancheng will become a dead city. The home on which we live is gone. The money was gone, and even the grain it had stored was gone. (To be continued.) )