Heavenly reincarnation, retribution is unpleasant.

Meng combed his eyebrows and glanced at Mo Han, Mo Han understood, and the sword light in his hand flashed, and he broke the man's tendons.

"I don't want to kill you, so as not to dirty my hands, but if I waste your feet, you won't be able to do evil in the future."

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Meng combed his eyebrows and frowned slightly as he smelled the smell of blood in the air.

So many people died.

It's not that she sympathizes with these black shop people, but she just thinks that this world is too unpeaceful.

"Do you have flint on you?"

Meng Combrow took the flint handed over by Mo Han and lit it, and then threw it towards the inn, burning the place.

Everything was burned by the flames, and all sins were buried.

Looking at the fire in front of him, Meng combed his eyebrows and asked Jing Qicheng, as a prince, how is he feeling now?

"Although Qingguo is rich in land and resources, but the founding of the country is less than 100 years old, although my father wants to make great efforts, but he is always just a person, there are too many places to scruple about."

Whether it is the old nobles in the court or those local officials who are duplicitous and disobedient, they all have their own little Jiujiu.

Although the emperor is a Ming monarch, he is always powerless.

"Everyone thinks you are a useless prince, but in fact, you are also aware of the situation in the imperial court."

Jing Qicheng can say this in front of him, which shows that he also has some trust in himself, and he is not continuing to pretend to be stupid.

Also, he followed him to Luzhou, and he will treat himself as his own person to some extent.

"All your disguises are one step ahead, just because you are worried that those magistrates will deceive your superiors and subordinates, so you want to personally observe the people's feelings, is that so?"

Jing Qicheng nodded.

The trip to Luzhou is a chore, everyone knows this, otherwise they would not let themselves come to Luzhou.

Although he knew what the prince was thinking about, he still responded because he wanted to save the people of Li from fire and water.

It's also an opportunity for him.

Although Jing Qicheng didn't say it clearly and thoroughly, Meng Combrow had already guessed what he meant.

Now that he has decided, Meng will try his best to help him.

After all, they're grasshoppers in a boat.

Jing Qi Cheng was thoughtful and did things without leakage, he took Meng Combrow and the people of the palace to separate from him, just to understand the truth.

Shen Moran didn't understand why Chun Xing had been blocking himself from seeing Meng Comb these days.

"My young lady is already a princess, the prince of the county, don't think about my young lady anymore."

Chun Xing used to hope that Meng Combrow could marry Shen Moran, but they were destined to be inseparable.

Now that one has been married, don't dwell on it anymore.

In case someone talks about it, how should Meng comb his eyebrows?

"I'm just concerned about my sister, is that wrong?"

Shen Moran has a word, his mother and Meng Comb's mother are also old friends, isn't it normal for them to have some dealings? No one is going to make irresponsible comments.

But no matter what he said, Chun Xing resolutely refused to allow him to see Meng Comb and Jing Qicheng.

finally drove him back, and Chun Xing let out a long sigh of relief.

The prince and the young lady walked neatly, leaving them alone to deal with here.

In fact, in addition to Chunxing, Jing Qicheng has already arranged for a secret guard to take care of him in the dark.

Jing Qicheng is the prince, except for the few people who are serving around him, no one else can get close, as long as he can stop Shen Moran alone.

Poor Shen Moran thought about finding an opportunity to see Meng and comb his eyebrows all day long, but he was rejected by Chun Xing every time.

"Let's have something to eat."

They were in a hurry and could only spend the night in the wilderness, Jing Qicheng took off his robe and spread it on the ground, allowing Meng to comb his eyebrows and rest.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of pampered lady."

After saying this, Meng Combrow felt that it was a little inconsistent with her identity, and she was worried that Jing Qicheng would be suspicious, so she added another sentence.

"Although I am a concubine, my mother died early, and you know what my father's attitude is towards me."

Fortunately, Jing Qicheng didn't continue to ask.

She took the grilled fish in Jing Qicheng's hand and ate it slowly, Mo Han was hidden in the tree next to him, the dense canopy could hide his figure, and at a glance, he couldn't see that there was another person there.

Meng combed his eyebrows and fiddled with the fire and asked Jing Qicheng how many days they would have to travel before they arrived in Luzhou.

"About three days."

Jing Qicheng took out a dagger from his arms.

The dagger looked unremarkable, like the kind that could be bought for three or five copper coins in a blacksmith's shop.

"For you."

Meng combbed his eyebrows and muttered in his heart whether Jing Qicheng was too stingy to make a move, but it was not easy to dislike it if it was given away for free.

She took it, drew her dagger, and the cold light flashed in her heart.

"It's made of cold iron, and there's only one hand."

Cold iron sharpens iron like clay, very precious, such a dagger can be exchanged for ten thousand gold.

"Defend yourself."

Although Meng combs his eyebrows and uses poison, he still has a weapon for self-defense, which will reassure Jing Qicheng.

"Thank you."

Meng combed her eyebrows and was not polite, she knew that Jing Qicheng must have done this because she knew that this trip might be dangerous, and if she had to do it as a last resort, she needed to protect herself.

The two of them never seem to need to say anything to each other, just a glance to understand each other's minds.

Although we have not yet reached the border of Luzhou, there are more and more refugees on the road.

The eyes of those men were numb, like the walking dead.

Their limbs were as thin as bamboo poles because of hunger, as if they were about to break off after two steps.

"Are all these people fleeing?"

"Well, in fact, there are many people who have left Luzhou, and the rest are old, weak, sick and disabled, and even if they flee, they can't go far."

These people had only one breath left, and the roots of the wild plants on the ground had been dug up, and they could only wait for death with their eyes open.

She saw Mo Han's chest rise and fall slightly, as if he was suppressing something.

"The same is true for Binzhou."

Mo Han held the sword in his hand tightly, Binzhou was not much better than Luzhou.

Young people like themselves can still leave their hometowns to flee, but women, children, and the elderly, even if they leave their hometowns, most of them will die on the way to flee.

Something that sounds creepy like eating a child is a common occurrence for refugees.

Dead man, he's seen too much.

"Uncle, please do it, I haven't eaten for several days."

One of the refugees saw that several of them were dressed in silk and satin, and he came up to them and begged for food.