Si Huazhen didn't pay too much attention to Si Helin, but he was a young prince who was eager to show himself, as long as Si Helin didn't come out with any big moths, Si Huazhen would continue to maintain this apparent peace with Si Helin.

After a whole day's journey, when the twilight was setting, the team stopped at a post station, and at this time, a miserable cry sounded for no reason, but it added a bit of strangeness to this wilderness out of thin air.

"Who's crying outside?" In the silence, Si Helin took the lead and couldn't hold his breath and asked.

The guards guarding the door went out to take a look, then turned around and walked in front of Si Helin, and reported indifferently: "Back to the second prince, it's not a big deal, it's just a woman selling herself to bury her father." ”

When Si Helin heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, he has lived in the palace for more than ten years, and he has always been clothed and fed, but this is the first time he has encountered such a thing, but the people in this post station looked indifferent after hearing the guard's words, as if they were used to it.

Si Huazhen glanced at Si Helin lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Second prince, after a day of traveling, you better settle it early, and continue to rush tomorrow." ”

"King Jingping, how can you be so cold-blooded? The woman outside cried so miserably, thinking that she had encountered something extremely difficult to solve, weren't you praised by the people as the god of war? How? Is it true that you will not be saved by death? Si Helin stood on the commanding heights of morality, and belittled Si Huazhen with a mouth full of benevolence and morality.

Si He saw that Si Huazhen didn't speak, thinking that he was weak-hearted, and there was a burst of happiness in his heart, and he continued even harder: "Is it possible, King Jingping is also in vain, but in fact, it has nothing to do with himself, is it hanging high?" It's just a gesture, but it's still so stingy, if the father knows the person of King Jingping, how chilling it will be! ”

Bai Weiying stood on the side, raised her eyes to look at the righteous and indignant, Si Helin, who was counting Si Huazhen endlessly, and secretly supported her forehead, she remembered that this prince was almost the age of Jilu, how could she think about the problem so simple?

Moreover, Si Huazhen really doesn't care what the emperor thinks of him, anyway, whether he is good or bad, the emperor will regard Si Huazhen as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh.

Bai Weiying pondered for a moment in her heart, and took advantage of the time when Si Helin stopped talking, and said in a timely manner: "Second Highness, the appearance of this woman is a little unspeakably strange, if the slave is not mistaken, the woman is not around this post station, why did we just come in with the front foot, and she started crying on the back foot?" ”

This post station does not occupy a large area, looking at the front and back, left and right, it is clear at a glance, when Si Helin heard Bai Weiying say this, he was full of pride and resentment, and he was poured a basin of cold water.

Si Helin's face was a little embarrassed, he subconsciously looked around at the people around him, and when he saw that everyone was silent, he felt that Si Huazhen was deliberately looking at his jokes.

Si Helin's fists under his sleeve robe tightened, Si Huazhen took a sip of the water in the porcelain bowl, and said slowly: "It makes sense, second prince, if you don't believe it, just save it, this king will watch from the wall today, and appreciate the prince's decisiveness, fairness, and your ...... Compassion. ”

Si Huazhen deliberately paused for a moment at the end of his voice, and then bit the tone of the word "benevolence" a little harder, and if he listened carefully, there was a little unspeakable sarcasm.

It's not ironic, does Si Helin really think that he is the reincarnation of a bodhisattva who saves suffering? When he encounters a seemingly pitiful and helpless person, he wants to come to the rescue, and he doesn't want to think about it, there are so many poor people in this world, can he still help them all?

In the final analysis, if the unfortunate person cannot awaken and does not want to save himself, no matter how others try to rescue him, he will eventually sink like a stone in the sea, and only a small wave will be silent.

But such a simple truth, Si Helin is not clear, and even so vibrant, even so, Si Huazhen simply stopped Si Helin, there is some truth, you have to hit the south wall hard, you will know what the situation is.

And when Bai Weiying heard Si Huazhen's name for her, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching, what kind of ghost name is this, it's still white, why don't you call her Heihei?

Si Huazhen turned his head as if he had a feeling, and looked at Bai Weiying angrily, with complaining eyes, and then Guanghua smiled with a warm gaze, but with infinite affection and doting.

Everyone half-hung their heads, and they didn't notice that Si Huazhen and Bai Weiying were "eyebrows" there, and Si Helin was also immersed in his own thoughts, and he had no time to take care of others.

"Okay, since King Jingping has said so, if the main hall doesn't do something, it's not appropriate." Si Helin said, and he was about to walk out.

Bai Weiying followed behind Si He quietly, and when he approached the place where the cry came from, he saw a petite woman crying, with a straw on her sideburns, and a purple-faced old father lying beside her.

It's just that this acting skill is really a little embarrassing, although the woman's eyes are red, the tears are a little difficult.

Bai Weiying took a few steps forward, and observed the woman more and more carefully, only to see that although she was wearing coarse linen clothes, the skin on her face was delicate, not at all like it had been blown by wind and rain, but listening to the cry of this woman and Si Helin, it was said that there were only a few acres of fertile land at home, and she lived by farming all day long.

Bai Weiying raised her eyebrows with interest, and her scrutinizing gaze slowly swept over every inch of the woman's body, but finally stayed at the position of the woman's palm.

"Girl, our son has always been a kind-hearted person, don't worry, he will definitely help you." Bai Weiying's eyes were also filled with tears, as if she was infected by the woman's tragic experience, she squatted down, and held the woman's hand in her hand without saying anything, and a deep meaning quickly crossed her eyes.

Sure enough, she guessed correctly, this woman is a person who practices martial arts, originally Bai Weiying thought that it might be the calluses left by this woman when she was working, but now when she touched it carefully, it was the same as the thin cocoon left by practicing martial arts in Si Huazhen's palm.

"Thank you to the girl and the son for saving their lives, Yao'er has nothing to repay, she can only promise herself, and I hope that the son will not dislike the vulgarity of the slave family." After some tearful foreshadowing, the girl named Yao'er finally told her true purpose.