Two guards followed behind, and Su Yunxi walked out of the ancestral hall, walked to the carriage, and stopped.

  A warmth came from inside the carriage, and Su Yunxi hesitated slightly in front of the carriage, then lifted the curtain and got into the carriage with her feet.

  It wasn't until the carriage went far away that the people kneeling outside the ancestral hall got up, they patted the dirt on their bodies, looked at the mayor's wife who had fainted in fright, and the city lord Bian who smelled of urine, and everyone turned around and left silently.

  City Lord Bian got up by himself, he glanced at the two people who were killed not far away, and after a while, he turned his head to look at Yang Huai and Hongmei and the others at the door.

  After a while, he gritted his back molars, walked to the horse step by step, and after several efforts, he turned over and got on the horse and went away.

  "Hongmei, is Grandma in danger?" Yang Huai asked weakly.

  "I don't know." Hongmei was anxious, but helpless, she turned her head to look at the second stunned man standing with her neck bent in the distance, and said, "Erleng, go find an ox cart." ”

  Erleng went to find the ox cart, Qiu Ju reached out to help Yang Huai, but Yang Huai dodged, he asked Hongmei to help him, and walked slowly towards the outside of the ancestral hall.

  Many people watched them silently, no one talked, no one said anything.

  Hongmei then remembered that they had been in Yangjiazhuang for a few days, and they had heard that the emperor didn't care whether they lived or died, and occasionally complained about it, but no one had ever said that His Royal Highness was bad.

  Five years ago, the first war, nearly 100,000 soldiers were killed and wounded, the northern border was almost reduced to a place of war, requisition of grain to pull people to the border, to resist the thieves who rushed in, in the end it is also to let the people wear a lot of loss, family casualties, under the flames of war, the fields are barren, the people lack the main labor force, in recent years either heavy rain or freezing three feet of bitter cold for many years, most of the people lack food and clothing, life is getting poorer and poorer.

  However, no one said anything about the king.

  Maybe the king is too cruel! Hongmei thought so.

  "Why don't we just wait in this town?" Yang Huai asked.

  After walking for a long time, he walked only a few meters away from the ancestral hall, and Yang Huai's abdomen was already oozing blood again.

  "Listen to Miss's orders, you have to go back first, don't look back, Miss is back, but you can't do it." Although Hongmei was worried about Miss, she knew that the master had always been moody, but she still habitually listened to Miss's words, and she would never disobey Miss.

  "My house is in the town, why don't you go to my house and wait first, and take a rest by the way." Qiu Ju said.

  "No need, I'll go back first, there are still a lot of things to deal with." Yang Huai shook his head and refused.

  Hongmei saw that Qiu Ju's face turned slightly pale, and she lowered her eyelids and didn't say a word.

  The second stunned man called an ox cart and helped Hongmei send Yang Huai to the ox cart, and then he went to work on himself.

  Hongmei turned her head to look around, and suddenly slapped her head: "What about the monk?" ”

  "Girl, the monk just followed the prince into the car." And one of the people pointed to the road to the south, and said.

  "That's okay, with a monk, Auntie will be much better." Yang Huai lay on the grass pile of the oxcart and said.

  "What a fart! The monk is the man of the prince. Hongmei turned her head and scolded lightly, and said.

  Yang Huai was also stunned, he closed his eyes silently, his face full of worry.

  The town was peaceful, and no one dared to mess around in the streets anymore, and everyone hid back in their homes, and there were some words that were suitable for whispering behind closed doors.