Xiao Lian and He Jingying returned to the capital, but they did not enter the palace. The affairs in the palace are enough for Concubine Fan, Xiao Yuanda, and Xiao Ziqing.

The wood and stones scattered on the ground in the city, the burned houses were black, and the smoke did not seem to have completely dispersed. Da Meng brought all the people he had captured to Jingzhao Mansion Yin. Jingzhao Mansion Yin used to be the place where Yan Xiaodao worked, and Yan Wuji did not bury gunpowder here.

How the people here will be found, everything will have to be decided after the new emperor ascends the throne.

Xiao Lian and He Jingying walked on the broken streets. An old man in front of him was pulling a cart of wood tiles, apparently trying to repair his house. The wheels were stuck on the broken bluestone slabs, and the old man gritted his teeth and did not lift the cart.

Xiao Lian rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward and moved the stuck cart out, but the wheel of the cart was damaged and one wheel was lame.

As soon as the old man turned around, he exclaimed, "General Long Xiang? ”

Xiao Lian smiled gently: "Where is this going to go?" I'll help you. ”

The old man hurriedly thanked him and said, "How dare you bother the general?" I'll do it myself. ”

Xiao Lian couldn't help but say that he lifted the cart up: "Let's go." ”

He Jingying smiled slightly, picked up the wood and tiles that fell from the board car from the ground, hugged them in her arms, and followed Xiao Lian over.

He Jingying was still wearing a red wedding robe, and there was some mud on the placket. She threw away the crown of her hair, her black hair draped casually behind her. There was still a bruise on her neck, and the corners of her mouth were a little blue, but the smile in her eyes was thick.

The old man was even more panicked when he saw He Jingying holding those wooden tiles: "This ...... This is. ”

He Jingying smiled at the old man: "I'll help you." ”

The old man was shocked, these nobles who had to avoid even if the carriage passed by the street helped him repair the house, so how could he do it?

But Xiao Lian didn't give him time to think, and walked to the old man's house with the cart. The old uncle's house is not too far from the Dali Temple, although it was not completely collapsed by the explosion of the Dali Temple, and it was fortunate that it was not swept into the fire, but the beams of the hall still collapsed, and half of the roof tiles were gone.

An old woman came out of the house.

The old woman looked at He Jingying and was stunned: "Princess? ”

He Jingying was stunned for a long time, staring at the old woman for a long time before realizing that it was the sour plum woman. Sour Mei Po hurriedly took the wood and tiles from He Jingying's hand, and complained: "What's the matter with you, how can you let the princess take these things." ”

Before He Jingying could ask Sour Mei Po why she came to the capital, she saw Sour Mei Po shouting into the house: "Ah Xuan! Aquatic! The nobleman is coming! ”

Sour Mei Po looked back at He Jingying: "When we came out of Zhuyi, Ah Xuan muttered to thank the life-saving benefactor." I thought I would never see each other again in this life. ”

While talking, Ah Xuan and Shui Sheng walked out of the house, Ah Xuan was wrapped in a headscarf, wearing a blue coarse cloth shirt, and her lower abdomen was slightly bulging. Ah Xuan and Shui Sheng looked at He Jingying excitedly, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

It was Ah Xuan who reacted first and pulled Shui Sheng's sleeve, and Shui Sheng reacted, and quickly knelt down with Ah Xuan to bow down to He Jingyingying.

He Jingying hurriedly helped Ah Xuan up: "You don't have to be like this if you are pregnant. ”

The tip of Ah Xuan's nose was a little red: "If it wasn't for the princess who saved me that day, I would ...... Where can our family survive to this day? ”

He Jingying's heart warmed. Yan Wuyi's hatred cooled He Jingying's bone marrow, but Ah Xuan and Shui Sheng warmed the cold bone marrow back.

They've missed a lot of things before. Xiao Zhaoye used to be a faint king, she was a useless queen, but at least the world has not completely fallen into darkness, and there is light and there is a way forward.

Sour Mei Po glanced at the old man with some embarrassment: "We escaped all the way out of Zhuyi, and later met Lao Zhang on the road and went to the capital with him to beg for a living." ”

He Jingying glanced at Sour Mei Po and the old man, and Sour Mei Po was even more embarrassed. Sour plum Po looked at He Jingying's somewhat chapped lips, and hurriedly said, "Princess, I have made sour plum soup, bring you a bowl, let's quench your thirst." ”

"Okay." He Jingying said with a smile.

He Jingying drank the sour plum soup brought out by the sour plum woman, and Xiao Lian and Shui Sheng had already climbed onto the roof.

Ah Xuan is pregnant, so naturally she can't be allowed to do rough work. He Jingying stood under the eaves and handed the tiles to Xiao Lian piece by piece.

At first, Sour Mei Po was reluctant to do these rough jobs for He Jingying. But He Jingying insisted again and again, and it was good to do it. Uncle Zhang went back and forth in the alley, pulling back the tiles one by one.

After a few round-trips, Uncle Zhang brought another person by the way.

The ghost-faced Langjun looked up at Xiao Lian: "I heard from afar that General Long Xiang is helping people repair the roof, and his skills are good." ”

The scar on Ghost-faced Langjun's face is very terrifying, it is the sign of Ghost-faced Langjun, and people who have lived in Zhuyi can recognize it at a glance. Sour Mei Po and Ah Xuan were a little nervous and huddled together, and even the aquatic faces were not very friendly.

The ghostly face with some hatred in his eyes also felt it, and his originally flamboyant smile became a little stiff in an instant. At this moment, Ghost-faced Langjun clearly felt that those terrible scars that had accompanied his shadow and attached to his face might not go away for the rest of his life.

He Jingying said gently: "Sour Mei Po, this is our friend. ”

"Uh-oh." Sour plum Po nodded dryly: "I'll go and bring a bowl of sour plum soup." ”

Sour Mei Po turned around and went back to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of sour plum soup for the ghost-faced Lang Jun: "This Lang Jun, drink a bowl of sour plum soup, quench your thirst." ”

Ghost-faced Langjun took the sour plum soup in a daze.

Sour Mei Po stumbled for a long time and asked, "What is Lang Jun's name?" ”

Ghost-faced Langjun was stunned for a long time, and he said softly: "Li Fan, my name is Li Fan." ”

Finally, he also had the courage to say his real name in front of these people.

Xiao Lian stood on the roof and shouted, "Li Fan! Do you take that long to drink a bowl of soup? Mother, mother, mother? Come up and fix the roof. ”

Li Fan smiled and said, "How can I go up so high?" ”

Xiao Lian looked at Li Fan strangely: "I remember when you were in the Northern Wei Imperial Palace, you jumped off the roof and saved me." ”

Li Fan touched his nose: "I found a ladder from the other end to climb up, and I broke my foot when I jumped down." ”

Xiao Lian grabbed a ball of mud from the wooden basin beside him and smashed it at Li Fan's feet: "It's useless!" There's a ladder over there, go carry it yourself! ”

Yu Linwei, who was brought by Li Fan at the other end of the alley, walked into each house, and like Xiao Lian, repaired the roof and brought wood and bricks.

At the other end of the capital, Zhou Fengshu led the Anxi Army to clean up the streets, and Xiao Fulin and He Jingrong gathered the wounded together to treat them.

One by one, a barren city began to come to life, and shoots broke through the scorched earth.

(End of chapter)