Mo Qingye had just finished changing her clothes and washing at this time, and she was also a little tired from the rush in the past few days.

At this time, she was wearing a white shirt, and the veil on her face was also removed. A small face is as clear and moving as a hibiscus out of the water. The flickering eyes are so aura that people dare not ignore it.

"Young lady, rest and rest. Just ask Ming'er again. It's not a big deal. "Those two just helped out of kindness, and Konishi didn't think it was a big deal.

Mo Qingye was also a little tired, but his mind was full of the hatred of the child when he heard others talk about the priest. These eyes made her never forget.

"Well, serve me to change my clothes. Let them come. Although he was looking for Bai Zijin, Bai Zijin would never make his own decisions, and would ask her about almost everything.

Xiaoxi's brows furrowed, but seeing her resolute face, he knew that he couldn't persuade him anymore.

I could only change her into light clothes, and now the night is a little cold, so I have to wrap her in several layers of clothes. Mo Qingye rolled his eyes.

Konishi went to summon someone in.

Bai Zijin was followed by Xiao Budian Chang Ning, and Chang Ning saw her and saluted, so he stood beside her obediently. "Master, I don't like that person." Chang Ning pouted. Hmph, you dare to scold my master, bad boy!

Mo Qingye only patted her on the head. Let her stop being angry.

The servant entered the door with the mother and son. At this time, the child did not have the cowardice that just bowed his head, but stared straight at him with a pair of round eyes, although he was still wearing the same clothes, but his little face was washed clean, but he was also a white child.

As soon as I entered the door, I frowned. Turning his head to look at Bai Zijin standing there. Then he looked at Mo Qingye, who was sitting on the side, his eyes were stagnant.

This man. How long is it different from Fang Cai.

The woman's eyes were shocked, and she must have known that she was afraid that she had met some terrible person this time. "Let's go back, let's go back." At this time, she lowered her head and persuaded the child, as if she was pleading.

The low-voiced look doesn't look like a mother, but like a mother at home.

The boy broke free, his eyes resentful. "No, I want justice! The priest today is a liar, she is a liar! The boy roared, and his eyes were even more undisguised.

As soon as these words came out, Chang Ning glared. Tiny cheeks bulging. "Don't talk nonsense! Don't talk nonsense! Then he was going to rub it up and beat the child. The child was half a head taller than her. She could scratch his face with just one stretch of her hand.

Chang Ning can't listen to people slandering her master. Her master is the best and best master in the world. No one can rob her.

Chang Ning rushed up angrily. The little girl's angry appearance is particularly cute. Bai Zijin, who was obviously a little depressed, couldn't help but hook his lips. Big hands on it. directly fished back Chang Ning, who was still one fingernail away from scratching the boy's face. Directly lifted her up with both hands, and Chang Ning's little feet fluttered and fluttered and couldn't fall to the ground at all.

Chang Ning's little face flushed, and he turned his head and glared at the cheerful room of people who were smiling.

Bai Zijin calmly put down Chang Ning, as if he felt that this girl felt good. also pinched her little face. He pulled it directly to his side. There was a bit of satisfaction in my heart. Chang Ning furrowed his eyebrows. I want to struggle but can't struggle, not to mention how bitter I am.

Bai Zijin smiled a little, and his eyebrows and eyes eased a little. "What are you looking for me?"

The kid didn't seem to have imagined such a big reaction from Chang Ning. Even Chang Ning wanted to scratch his face, but he didn't react. At this time, he also came back to his senses slightly, looked at Chang Ning and said viciously, "He was originally a liar and deceived everyone!" It's been more than ten years, where has she blessed Da Zhou! Where does she have the face to be a priest! How many people have been displaced! The little broken boy spoke in a vicious tone.

"Don't say it, don't say it. Young master, don't say it. The woman's face became more and more ugly. These people don't seem to be as simple as they seem. She was afraid that the only seedling of the old man's family would also be buried in her hands.

His words were so angry that Chang Ning still wanted to kick them.

As if to vent the anger in his heart, the child looked calmer. He didn't look at Mo Qingye, he only looked at Bai Zijin fixedly. "I want to go to Beijing with you, and I'm going to sue her! I'm going to sue her! How can she be so ruthless, our Nancheng is also her blessed people. Do we deserve such punishment?! The little broken child's tone was clear, and his eyes were angry.

Bai Zijin glanced at Mo Qingye, who was indifferent. "Why do you sue the priests? You're from Southside? The most material-rich southern city? Bai Zijin raised his eyebrows slightly.

Bai Zijin spoke slowly and methodically, with a somewhat convincing momentum, and as a priest, it was indispensable to convince the people.

When the kid heard him ask Nancheng, his eyes immediately turned red. "There is no richness, no more. Never again. It's all her to blame, it's all to the priest! The little broken child looked desperate. It seems to remember the appearance of my father and mother when they were arrested and put in prison.

"What's going on?" Bai Zijin straightened up slightly. After inquiring all the way, I only knew that Nancheng's grain had not borne fruit this year, and I didn't dare to harvest the crops. I can't find out anything else. Presumably, the news has been blocked a long time ago.

Mo Qingye's face was not good-looking, and when she heard the child's words, she felt as if she had been pricked by a needle.

Sorry I'm late.

The boy broke down and cried, and sat down on his knees. The woman behind him wiped away her tears. But he still held back his tears and cried, "Nancheng is harvested around October every year, but this year's fruit can't ripen, and the people in Nancheng are in a hurry." Nancheng is a big grain warehouse, this year's grain and grass in the northwest are all from Nancheng, last year was a famine year, and the harvest was not good. This year, the grain and grass in the northwest are already struggling, and which one is not ripe for a long time, and the grain and grass cannot be delivered. ”

"The grain and grass in our southern city has always been the largest shop in the city, the Xiao family, and the Xiao family is a wealthy businessman, and everyone can trust it. Who knows that this year, the big guys can't hand over the food. The word came from above, and the priest said that if he couldn't hand it over, he would pay it, and the war in the northwest would not allow the slightest sloppiness. She is a priest, and she has a way to get the grain out of the field. At this, the woman's face was a little ugly. Who in the world does not know that the priest's husband is on the battlefield!

"The big guys are coercing and luring their families to hollow out, but they still can't make it up. Some people wanted to go out, and the city was locked up, and no one was allowed to enter or leave. It wasn't until I got enough food that I got some freedom, and how many people were forced to ruin their homes. Everybody is waiting for the priest, waiting for the priest. It's almost October, and the grain in the field is going to rot. Why is it not ripe!! "The woman almost fainted.

How did you hand over that food, it was bought in exchange for blood!

"Didn't you say a long time ago that the priests would go out on patrol on the ninth day of September?" Mo Qingye asked with a blank face. Listening to the sounds of those crying blood, the faces like white paper on the road, Mo Qingye's heart was like a knife.

The children on the ground chuckled self-deprecatingly, "The news of Nancheng can't be spread, even if it does, only the grain in the field is not ripe, but what about the dead!" What about those who have been displaced! It wasn't like this before! The child's face was so resentful that he directly recognized the priest as an impostor. What's more, she can't enter Nancheng. Nor can they see us. ”

As soon as they fled, Nancheng began to clear the field along the way. The flower in the southern city is probably gone. Even the road from the capital to the southern city, where the priests had to pass, was cleared. (To be continued.) )