"Childe, don't you really remember fainting while running?"

Ning Zhiyuan remembered that he was very uncomfortable running yesterday, but he still thought that it would be okay if he persevered, so he fainted in the end?

"That Ningxia is almost here, right?" Ning Zhiyuan laughed a few times, simply didn't mention it, changed the topic and asked, "It's almost noon at this time," he said and looked around.

"Well," replied Li Jun, "there will be less than an hour before we arrive in Ningxia." ”

Nodding, Ning Zhiyuan slowly drove the horse back a few steps, it felt really fucking, it was so difficult, Li Jun glanced at it, and didn't follow, Gongzi went to find the little lady in the back, more than a thousand people are here, and they can't lose it.

The team of more than 1,000 people had a few hundred more horses after last night, so now there are quite a few people riding one horse and leading the other.

Six Mongol women were divided into three horses, tied with ropes, and the horses under them were led by a soldier, but they were well guarded.

"Didn't you sleep well yesterday?" Ning Zhiyuan saw Da Yu'er, who had a dull face and her eyes were still full of dark circles, and asked, with a bright smile on her face.

"You me all night last night, can you sleep well?" Da Yu'er still had no fear on her face, and glanced at Ning Zhiyuan lightly.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't know if Mongolian women were so bold, but they seemed to be quite hooligans, so he was stunned, opened his mouth, and asked, "What did we do last night?" "If something really happens, I don't have any impression of it.

Could it be that after fainting, he was interested in this woman?

Da Yu'er snorted, "Didn't you attack us last night?" He was still chopping and killing in the middle of the night. His face changed, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you taking those hundreds of warriors from our tribe?"

"Naturally, they were all killed." Ning Zhiyuan glanced at her, and left without a little fluctuation in his tone, and wanted to look back again, but found that there was the woman Hai Lanzhu behind him, so he smiled at her and turned his horse's head back to Li Jun.

Hai Lanzhu bit her lip and stared at him deadly, and when she got up early in the morning and saw Yu'er's appearance, she was shocked, and she regretted her actions yesterday even more, and she also hated Ning Zhiyuan to death, and she smiled so happily, but she didn't realize that she was also like Da Yu'er.

With a shout, more than a thousand people sped up their march.

By noon, a group of people could already see the city wall, but they didn't see anyone coming out to greet them, which made everyone stunned.

"Childe, what now?" Chen Biao replied to the horse and asked, with some anger on his face, what Ning Zhiyuan did last night, he looked at it one by one, and admired this young man more and more, and the current thing was unbearable for him.

Autumn in the north was much colder than Jinling, making Ning Zhiyuan feel cold in the sun, and ahead should have been a well-defended city wall.

But Ning Zhiyuan looked at the towering but somewhat dilapidated city wall in front of him, the city gate was wide open, but there were not many people coming and going, and occasionally a few were dull with a hollow light in their eyes, they were already living for the sake of living.

Ningxia Wei, as one of the nine sides of the Ming Dynasty, saw a gloomy scene.

He didn't know if his more than 1,000 horses didn't attract the attention of the Ningxia guards or if they noticed it, but he thought that the Mongols might have to take their own rations when they came here to grab it.

The external troubles may not be very serious, but the internal troubles are far more complicated than he imagined.

"Let's go in ourselves." After a long time, Ning Zhiyuan spoke with a complicated face, and dismounted with the support of Li Jun.

Entering the city, the dilapidated houses along the way seem to be the traces of being burned down, there are countless refugees lying on the side of the street, the old people and children, ragged and smelly, but there are very few women, Ning Zhiyuan found out, even if there are a few old women and ugly women, in order to live, they can indeed throw away everything.

Ning Zhiyuan, who brought a hundred people with him, poured into the city, which obviously caused a great repercussion, according to Ning Zhiyuan's conjecture, someone must have stepped forward to ask for food and drink, and then a group of people surrounded him, imagining, someone would definitely blow this group of people away, and then the refugees dispersed in a hurry, and then the people in the official mansion looked impatient, this is the version of the TV series.

But Ning Zhiyuan thought that he would not bomb them away, because he was their parent official, but they did not come forward, these refugees were not a group of energetic refugees, Ning Zhiyuan thought with a little red in his eyes.

The refugees lying on the side of the road did open their eyes and look at the crowd, and found that it was a group of people dressed in official mansions, and their expressions were numb and their eyes were closed, they didn't know that this was more energy-saving, but they knew that it was slower to be hungry like this, and the half bowl of porridge in the morning, oh, the porridge water could last a little longer.

It's better than getting up and begging to be beaten back again.

A Confucian scholar dressed as a scholar came over and kicked the lying refugee at his feet, and the refugee rolled over a little and rolled on top of the other person, and then the two of them lay motionless.

The scholar greeted him with a smile, "Ning Zhifu, in Xia Yuan Shao, Ningxia Tongzhi, busy with political affairs, has not been far away, please forgive me." ”

Ning Zhiyuan glanced at him, he was in his forties, with a beard that was more than an inch long, and his complexion was very good, and his face was full of red light.

"Are you demonstrating to me?" Ning Zhiyuan smiled faintly and looked at the Confucian student in front of him.

"This" Yuan Shao's face stiffened, this prefect, why doesn't he seem to speak according to common sense, he deliberately didn't go out to greet him, but he finally gave you a step down, don't you climb up if you don't go down?

Yuan Shao is a local, and his family power is unmatched in Ningxia, so although Ningxia has changed more than a dozen prefects in the past two years, it has no impact on him, but it is a pity that he himself is not good at learning and cannot be promoted, otherwise this position should have been his turn a long time ago.

"What is Lord Ning?" Yuan Shaoqiang squeezed out a smile and said, "It's really busy with government affairs, please forgive me, forgive me." He said disdainfully, see how long you can stay here.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Ning Zhiyuan said with a shallow smile, his eyes glowed with a hint of essence, it seems that he is very dishonest.

"Xia Guan has already prepared a banquet in the Drunken Immortal Building, and asked the adults to move." Yuan Shao said again, "I will lead the way for adults. ”

Drunken Immortal Building, a very vulgar name, but a very gorgeous restaurant, Ning Zhiyuan has never seen it, but he guessed so, and said, "I still want to appreciate the style of the place where Yuan Tongzhi is managed by this official on this street, so I won't go." ”

Yuan Shao's face changed again and again, thinking about this half-grown man sent by the imperial court, he really didn't know what to say, at his level, he naturally didn't know the fact that Ning Zhiyuan was already a disciple of Xu Guangqi, the patriarch of the dynasty, his tone became cold, and said, "Since that's the case, then I won't bother Lord Ning." ”

threw away his sleeves, thinking that he had left the new prefect with an intriguing back.

After walking for a while, Ning Zhiyuan always hoped that someone would come to him and a group of people would be the first to ask for food, and he saw the porridge of Ningxia Wei Disaster Relief Shi, one was only half a bowl, and it could faintly reflect Ning Zhiyuan's somewhat distinct appearance.

It wasn't a good idea to give the victims porridge on the spot, but when he saw the city for the first time, he wanted to do it.

Ningxia Wei needs to be vigorous.

It's a pity that no one came forward, perhaps because the previous prefects had rejected them, so they didn't come to ask for the new prefect.

Ning Zhiyuan sighed and was about to return to the prefect's yamen of Ningxia Wei when a little girl gently grabbed him and pulled his sleeve, making him stunned.

Looking at Li Jun, Li Jun lowered his head a little rarely, maybe he shouldn't let this little girl get close to his son, but he couldn't stop it.

The girl's face was covered with a thick layer of soil, a little disgusting, leaving only a pair of fairly bright eyes, which made people feel like they wanted to escape at a glance, unlike the previous time when they met Xing Yuanyuan in Jinling, Xing Yuan was the kind of face that was dirty, but it could still be seen that it was a beautiful embryo, and this girl was wiped thoroughly.

Ning Zhiyuan grinned, this is a beautiful girl of the same age as Xing Yuan, he thought, so he bent down and hugged the girl.

PS: Children's shoes of this book, after reading it, can you leave a full stop in the book review area? It's so deserted