Although the old man didn't say much, he cried blood every word, and every sentence was like a needle, which made Chu Tianmu and Xiling Lan feel uncomfortable for a while.

Everyone was silent.

After a while, the old man seemed to realize something, and hurriedly got up to ask for the guilt: "It's all the little old man who is quick to talk for a while, and he abruptly makes a nobleman, the emperor has his own heavenly appearance, and he will be fine......

Xiling Lan sighed and waved his hand: "Don't be frightened by the old man, Ding Si, give the old man twenty taels of silver and a bag of dry food, and send him back to the village." ”

When the old man saw that he had said the wrong thing, not only was he fine, but he also got food and silver, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly thanked him, and was invited out of the pergola, and naturally someone sent him away.

Xiling Lan turned around and saw Chu Tianmu's face sad, and could only comfort: "Now that the form is severe, it's useless for us to be in a hurry, just hurry back to Kyoto." ”

Chu Tianmu bowed his head and got up: "Continue on your way." ”

B Er wanted to speak and stopped, and the group rushed back to Chu Feng quickly after getting the news, to now, for more than ten days, in addition to eating, they are in a hurry every day, and their sleep time is compressed to a minimum, even the iron man can't support it.

It's just that the information about the aftermath of the flood along the way, and the old man's story just now, all show that Chu Feng's domestic situation is quite grim now, and he is afraid that there will be chaos in the Kyoto court, and if he doesn't rush back in time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Yi Er finally swallowed the words of persuasion, silently followed behind, turned over his horse, and headed towards Yingcheng.

In less than half an hour, I saw the gate of Yingcheng, it was close to noon, but the gate was closed, the city wall was heavily guarded, and there were soldiers patrolling back and forth.

Under the city walls, thousands of victims crowded the city gates, either begging, scolding, or threatening, trying to get the soldiers at the city gate to open the city gate.

When Xiling Lan and his party approached, they heard a leading captain on the city gate shouting at the people under the city gate: "You retreat quickly, the prefect has an order, not a single homeless person is allowed to enter, and you are limited to disperse within an hour, otherwise, you will be killed!" ”

This sentence stabbed the hornet's nest, hunger/thirst was unbearable, and all the hope of survival was in the displaced people in Yingcheng, and it suddenly exploded.

"Fart! Why don't you let us in! ”

"That's it, let Lao Tzu in!"

"General, please, let us in, my youngest son hasn't eaten for three days, please, do well, give us a way to live!"

"These dog officials, regardless of our life or death, let's fight with them!"

……

Chu Tian's face sank like water, the hand holding the horsewhip, the green tendons were violent, and with a "squeak", the agarwood handle, and the horse whip twisted with gold and silver filament were pinched into two sections, "What's going on?" A sentence almost came out of between his teeth.

Bing San waved his hand, and the secret guard who had just sent the old man to catch up with the large army of homeless people stepped forward and whispered.

It turned out that since half a month ago, there have been disaster victims coming to Yingcheng one after another, and the prefect of Yingcheng also opened a warehouse to give soup porridge at the beginning, receiving thousands of victims.

However, Yingcheng's supplies were limited, and so many victims needed food, shelter, and medicine, and the prefect of Yingcheng soon couldn't bear it, and sent reports every day asking for support from Kyoto.

Kyoto every day let the prefect of Yingcheng insist, insist, continue to insist! It has been holding out for half a month, and seeing that more and more victims have poured into Yingcheng, the lives of local residents in Yingcheng have been affected. On the one hand, the support will never be available, and on the other hand, thousands of victims are waiting to be fed, and the prefect is not a god, so of course he can't stand it.

ps, I'm going out to play during the Mid-Autumn Festival today, it's late, lala, happy holidays everyone, what~~ I want to eat moon cakes!