"You can go if you want, I just hope you don't regret it in the future."

Zhao Yueqiu was a little surprised.

She thought it would take a lot of effort to convince her father, and maybe delay the departure for a few days.

But who knew that he would agree so easily.

……

Another day, and the rain stopped.

The Qian family's travel team is very large, and in the bustle, an inconspicuous carriage is mixed in.

Zhao Yueqiu dressed as a man, sat quietly on the soft couch and waited for the city gate to open.

Amidst the sound of people, a horse crossed the crowd and stopped steadily outside the carriage.

The visitor knocked on the wooden window, and soon the window opened from the inside.

"This is our thirteenth princess to give to Miss Zhao, she is serving the emperor today, she can't come to see her off, I hope Miss Zhao has a smooth journey."

Qingmiao was also dressed as a man, and when he heard this, he immediately took the package over, and said gratefully: "The slave thanked the thirteenth princess for the girl." ”

The comer waved his hand, fulfilled his duties as a messenger, and walked away in a flash.

"Girl, the thirteenth princess is really affectionate and friendly to you." Aomiao opened the bag, and inside was a box of silver tickets, as well as two letters.

One was written to his best friend Yueqiu, and the other was written to his eldest brother.

"It seems that the thirteenth princess gave me all her belongings."

Zhao Yueqiu opened her eyes and looked at the box of silver tickets and was silent.

The Great Jin Dynasty is different from other countries.

None of the princesses here are pampered, and they receive almost nothing but the rewards of the New Year's holidays and the monthly portions.

Most of the items in the palace have unique imprints and cannot flow into the people in exchange for silver taels.

Although there may not be many boxes, it is also a heavy heart of Qi Ziruo.

Zhao Yueqiu knew very well that the silver ticket was not for her, but for the suffering people in the southeast.

No matter how things change, the princess who was raised in the boudoir always has compassion for her people.

"Would you like to see what the letter says?" Qing Miao asked with a smile, and as he spoke, he put the silver ticket back in its place, and then handed one of the letters to Zhao Yueqiu.

The eye-catching words are marked with untouched handwriting.

Before opening the envelope, Zhao Yueqiu could already imagine the 'miserable image' on the letterhead.

As soon as you open it, the first thing you notice is the pitch-black ink dots everywhere, about the size of a little finger.

Counting them up, there are thirteen places on the two pieces of paper.

After a while, after finally holding back her curiosity, Qingmiao leaned forward and asked, "Girl, what did the thirteenth princess write in the letter?" ”

As a slave maid in a big house, she naturally knows a few big characters.

However, she didn't see anything, a flower in front of her eyes, a pain in her eyebrows, and the whole person involuntarily returned to her original place.

Zhao Yueqiu moved extremely fast, folded the letter paper before Qingmiao's probe came over, and stretched out a finger against her eyebrows, pushing the person back to its original position.

Qingmiao covered her eyebrows, looked at Zhao Yueqiu pitifully, and made a coquettish voice like Mianyang: "Girl~"

"This is my little secret with the Thirteenth Princess." Zhao Yueqiu said with a smile: "How can I tell you?" ”

She never dreamed that Qi Ziruo would write such a 'sincere' letter.

The letter probably meant to agree with her approach and admire her courage and perseverance.

even faintly expressed to her that she was the crown princess......

With this letter, in an instant, the exhaustion and apprehension that surged up in the body disappeared in an instant.

What she wants is actually just a sentence of approval from others.

A gust of wind blew through the curtains, and the wheels of the car slowly turned.

Behind her, the bustle and prosperity gradually drifted away from her.

When the sky was bright, Zhao Yueqiu led the people who served her closely into the merchant team, concealed most of the eyes in Beijing, and resolutely acted towards what she wanted.

Where the heart goes, the mind moves.

Huangsha City, which means the city full of yellow sand.

It lived up to its name, and a gust of wind blowing from the west swept up countless yellow sands outside the city, sweeping the entire city with an unstoppable force.

For a whole day and a night, the doors of the houses of the people in the city were closed, and they hid in their houses, not daring to move around at will, for fear that this terrifying wind would sweep them up into the sky and fall them to the ground.

It wasn't until the wind stopped that the people dared to move.

As early as in his previous life, Qi Changrong had a deep understanding of what it meant to be a 'poor mountain and bad water', and he was not surprised to have this experience.

'Squeak' a few times, the heavy wooden door pushed open the yellow sand that overflowed the threshold, Qi Changrong stood behind the door, and the place where his eyes swept was full of sand and stones.

After the disaster, the cleaning team was sparsely spread all over the streets, and they were familiar with the cleaning matters.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and when I think about it, I have experienced a lot of things in Huangsha Mancheng, and there is a look of surprise on each face.

Junchen stood beside her, silent for a long time.

"I thought that Lincheng was sinister enough, but I didn't expect that Jianzhou Huangsha City was even better."

Lincheng is evil, and Huangsha City is a bad environment.

The difference between the two is probably that people don't let people live, the sky doesn't let people live, and the people who don't know where they live are more pitiful.

Looking at everything in front of him, Qi Changrong pursed his lips, and indifferently asked the little guy who was hanging his head to the side, "Where is your family?" ”

Hearing the question, the little girl's heart tightened: "The adult is recuperating in the small courtyard." ”

Speaking of Pei Ji, he is actually a poor person.

Not to mention that his mansion was occupied, he was also injured by a cane.

I didn't dare to complain in the slightest.

The little servant boldly glanced at Qi Changrong, and saw that her face had changed, and thought that she had said the wrong thing, so she hurriedly stammered and changed her words: "The adult's injury is not serious, the doctor said that it is fine, does His Highness want to summon him?" ”

"Hmm." Qi Changrong's face returned to normal: "You go and invite him, as long as there is still one breath left, you have to climb in front of Lone." ”

Guy: "......"

Jun Chen sighed and watched the frightened back of the little guy gradually drift away: "Your Highness, you are too ruthless, don't chill the hearts of the people here." ”

Not long after the day of the cane, isn't it just tossing people when they are recuperating from their wounds?

Qi Changrong walked inside, not caring at all: "When he was heavily poisoned in the past, none of the official duties in his hands were delayed, but it was just a few boards, Pei Ji was strong and strong, so he would not fall down." ”

Jun Chen followed her footsteps, and when he heard the words, he was half sarcastic and seriously defended: "Your Highness is an unusual person, ten Pei Ji can't be compared, is it too much for His Highness to ask Pei Ji with his own standards?" ”

"Those who achieve great things should do their best." Qi Changrong walked step by step, and his tone became more and more cold: "If you can't even do this, Pei Ji's road back to Beijing may be far away." ”

There are many people who don't want Pei Ji to return to Beijing, and if he doesn't work hard, no one can pull him.

While the two were talking, the maids and servants in the courtyard had already cleaned up the council hall neatly.

After a while, Pei Ji limped in from outside, followed by two middle-aged men with deferential and strict faces.

From the clothes they were wearing, Qi Changrong had already guessed their identities.

There was a dull pain between the thighs, and the ointment was not relieved.

Under the cover of the heavy robes, there was still a terrifying bruise and blood congestion.

However, there was no pain on his face, except that his walking posture was not normal, as if he was nothing.

Qi Changrong nodded secretly, satisfied.

He is a man of perseverance.

"Minister Pei Ji has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Minister Han Ziwen has seen His Royal Highness the Prince."

"The minister has seen His Royal Highness the Prince."

It wasn't until their foreheads touched the bottom that Qi Changrong raised his hand to help him: "No need to be polite, please take a seat." ”

Several people sat down in turn.

When they met the prince of the East Palace for the first time, the two people except Pei Ji couldn't help but be a little nervous, and with the previous rumors, they all subconsciously relaxed their breathing.

It wasn't until Han Ziwen noticed that Donggong's eyes fell on him that he finally broke the peace in the house.

"This is Han Ziwen, the prefect, and the riots came from the place under his jurisdiction."

“……”

Hearing the last sentence, the smile on Han Ziwen's lips stiffened slightly, and his eyes instantly turned into a death gaze, shooting straight at Pei Ji.

He swore that Pei was trying to bring trouble to the east, otherwise why would he pull him into the water as soon as he opened his mouth?

Fu Xiang raised a smile, and was about to gloat when he felt someone's eyes shift to him.

Sure enough, he didn't have time to stop it, and the next moment he heard Pei Ji's piercing introduction-

"This is Fu Xiang, who was originally responsible for investigating the source and cause of the riot and arresting the culprit, but it's just ......"

After listening to him, Fu Xiang's heart beat wildly and wailed.

Pei Ji framed him!

As he spoke, Pei Ji's gaze swept towards them as if unintentionally, and seeing that their faces were getting uglier and uglier one by one, his depression over the past few days had only been reduced a little.

They are all officials in Jianzhou, and they are all inseparable from the riots, who can be alone?

Junchen knocked on the table, and the heavy voice made Pei Ji, who was almost carried away, come back to his senses in an instant, and he didn't dare to speak again.

Qi Changrong sensed that something was wrong, and subconsciously turned the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist and looked at Junchen.

The latter did not squint, pretending to be serious, and she was happy to tolerate his careful thoughts, so she pretended not to know.

Qi Changrong coughed lightly: "Do you know the purpose of calling you here?" ”

Several people looked at each other, not knowing what they meant.

Fortunately, Pei Ji was just unbalanced in his heart and wanted to scare them, and he didn't really have the idea of offending others, so he stood up and bowed and replied: "Guess, Your Highness wants to solve the riot as soon as possible. ”

In business, Pei Ji is still very smart.

When he was summoned when he was lying on the bed and moaning in pain and half dead, he immediately understood Qi Changrong's intentions, and simply brought the two most important people with him.

In this way, you don't waste time.

Qi Changrong nodded, and suddenly asked, "What does Lord Han think about this matter?" ”

Han Ziwen, who was named, was slightly stunned, and when he reacted, he hurriedly stepped forward, and after a few breaths, cold sweat was already dripping on his forehead.

His heart was like numbness, and he only felt that his legs were weak and trembling.

In the next second, he gritted his teeth and simply knelt down with a 'poof'.

The crisp sound of knees touching the ground makes people's scalps tingle.

Qi Changrong sat upright, and asked as if puzzled, "What does Lord Han mean by this?" ”