The child's voice was very loud, and there was still a bit of childishness in his voice, but the meaning of his words made people sound like he was angry, as if the person he was talking about was a vicious person.

Wen Qiao, who had just walked to the door of the Fuzhou prefect, immediately stopped when he heard this sentence outside the door, he had already crossed the threshold with one foot, and he took it back at this time. Hearing the words "Calamity" made his scalp begin to tingle, and the area of his temples jumped suddenly.

"Brother Wen?" Zhang Xinzhi, who was standing with Wen Qiao, saw that Wen Qiao suddenly stopped, a trace of doubt flashed on his face, and he called in a low voice. The sudden sound next to him made Wen Qiao come back to his senses slightly, and he quickly glanced at Zhang Xinzhi's face in disbelief.

Soon turned his head. Wen Qiao's series of unusual reactions made Zhang Xin's heart have more doubts. Wen Qiao didn't move, and he followed Wen Qiao to stand at the door. And the public court of the Fuzhou prefect is crowded with homeless people who temporarily live here.

Most of them were elderly people with children, and only a few women. The prefect of Fuzhou is now the best place in Fuzhou, and he did not fall into this flood because of his victory in the high terrain.

In order to settle the people, Zhang Xinzhi decided to include the Fuzhou prefect after discussing with Wen Qiao. The flood is still going on, and these old people, women and children have nothing to do, so they just talk in the public court today because they are bored.

Today is not the first time, what makes Zhang Xinzhi puzzled is Wen Qiao's reaction. His mind moved, and soon the words that the child had suddenly spoken out loud just now flashed through his mind, "Scourge." ”

The two tall adult men barricaded the doorway, but none of the people inside noticed them, and the child spoke loudly and was quickly echoed by the others. Wen Qiao's expression looked no different from his usual expression.

Stepping through the gate of the Fuzhou prefect, Wen Qiao walked through an open-air flat land in the courtyard with a straight posture, and then walked into the public hall. At this moment, the people who were still talking just now finally saw Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi, and they all stood up and greeted the two of them, "Lord Wen, Lord Zhang." ”

Wen Qiao gestured to them to signal that they didn't have to, and Zhang Xinzhi still looked indifferent, nodding lightly at everyone on the surface.

As soon as the two of them came in, everyone was silent, Wen Qiao propped his two hands on his waist, his eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, and finally fell on the face of the child who was talking just now, and asked aloud, "What were you talking about just now?" What scourge?"

The air around seemed to be quieter than when Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi hadn't come in just now, but this silence seemed very abrupt, as if the burning flame was suddenly extinguished by a basin of cold water. Zhang Xinyi was as silent as before, but he sensed something wrong in the atmosphere here.

Everyone present closed their mouths tightly at this moment and did not speak, and the child who was questioned by Wen Qiao opened his eyes wide, and a pair of dark eyes showed a confused look. Obviously, Wen Qiao's words stopped him.

Wen Qiao, who was much taller than the child, also replied with a silent attitude, he and the child looked at each other silently for a few minutes, and the child only reacted after being stunned for a while.

He had never experienced anything major at his age, and this flood was just a natural disaster, and his life experience was insufficient, and his words were even more immature. The child raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth proudly, "Don't you know about that calamity, my lord!"

Wen Qiao nodded cooperatively and replied, "Since I don't know, then please tell me." His tone was flat, his face was as usual, and he didn't look anything unusual as usual. Zhang Xinzhi was shocked from the sidelines, but he didn't want to stop it at this time.

The child heard that Wen Qiao didn't know, so he was even more proud, and he said: "Now the whole people in Fuzhou know!" This flood is because of that calamity! It is because of her that God makes the people of Fuzhou suffer!"

As for who the disaster star was, Wen Qiao didn't ask again. The child's words frightened him, and the word "disaster star" had already appeared in his ears before he left the capital. But Fuzhou is thousands of miles away from the capital, and now this kind of remarks have appeared in Fuzhou, let alone the capital.

He came to Fuzhou in a hurry this time, and he had never been in contact with Huai'en Houfu since he left, he suddenly became very uneasy, and he was crazy worried about Zhao Qingyan, and he didn't know how she was in the capital now.

Did Mrs. Cheng find her? Did the subordinates of the Wynne Houfu bully her again? These questions intertwined in Wen Qiao's heart, making him uneasy.

Before Wen Qiao could ask the child again, the child was suddenly grabbed by a woman and covered his mouth. The child subconsciously struggled to make a "uh-huh" sound, Wen Qiao glanced at it, and the child's eyes were wide open looking at him.

And the woman who grabbed him into his arms noticed Wen Qiao's gaze, smiled at him with an embarrassed face, and said: "Lord Wen, this child in our family just listened to the people outside say this nonsense, don't be surprised, he is young and not sensible!"

The woman probably realized that what the child said was wrong, so she quickly stopped him. The child was caught in the arms of the lady, and he struggled all over, and finally took advantage of the woman's relaxation, opened the hand covering his mouth, and shouted: "I am not talking nonsense! It's because of that scourge that we are like this!"

"What are you screaming about?" The woman was in a hurry, and quickly grabbed the child again, not daring to let him make a sound, and at the same time scolded angrily: "You talk nonsense! You don't want to live!"

Wen Qiao didn't know what psychology was when he saw this scene, he naturally knew that this kid didn't mean to say this in front of him, and said, "It's okay." After saying the simple two words, Wen Qiao couldn't wait a second anymore and left the court.

He pushed open the door of the house where he and Zhang Xinzhi lived temporarily, and his chest kept rising and falling because of what had just happened outside. He had a fire in his heart, frantically trying to vent.

The door was gently closed by Zhang Xinzhi, who came in behind Wen Qiao, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Wen Qiao staring at the ground with his back to him, his head lowered, and his face ugly.

Now Wen Qiao's reaction can really be said to be wrong, Zhang Xinzhi had also heard rumors of Wen Qiao's wife and his mother in the capital, and after a little thought, he guessed that the "disaster star" just now should be Wen Qiao's wife.

What can make Wen Qiao have such a big reaction must be the people and things he cares about, and what the kid said just now is not far from the disaster star, which makes Zhang Xinzhi conclude that Wen Qiao is angry because of the disaster star. Wen Qiao was noble and clenched his fists, Zhang Xinzhi carefully investigated, and his wife was wrong.