"Get on the horse!"

The carriage and people were ready, Feng Jingshui gave an order, everyone got on the horse, and he personally escorted them back to the capital.

Zhuang Rou rode a horse and followed the side of the convoy, she didn't care about the matter between Chu Xia and Princess Rongbao of Qingliang Guorongbao, the two might not have even met.

Besides, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chu Xia spent the middle of the night with her, although she didn't know Chu Xia's true thoughts, but her thoughts had already been made clear to him.

If you want to quit now, it's impossible, even if you are a princess, don't want to grab it.

Zhuang Rou has never guessed and bothered about what her brother is doing, and now she will not think about what Chu Xia means, as long as she asks, she will know everything. The half-understanding that she gets from other people's mouths is the deadliest thing, and she will not make such a mistake.

She was not moved at all, her heart followed the convoy as calmly as a rock, and the silver in front of her was the most important thing.

This is related to the lives of the victims who continue to flock to Hongzhou, if there is a tide of displaced people, the small Hongzhou will only become food in the mouths of the victims when there is no food and no silver.

Zhuang Rou knew very well how terrible the hungry and desperate victims were, what she was worried about was that Chu Xia didn't understand, but instead did something drastic. The man behaved strangely, always doing something stupid that he didn't expect.

Feng Jingshui rode in front, occasionally stopping to glance at the convoy behind him, his eyes sweeping over Zhuang Rou from time to time. When the two make eye contact, he always smiles meaningfully.

Along the way, they never encountered any assassins in their way, Zhuang Rou felt that Uncle Chen Guo gave up too quickly this time, could it be that three million taels of silver was not worth mentioning in his eyes?

Then you really have to check carefully, how much people's fat and people's ointment he has taken, and how much property he has stolen from the emperor. Maybe half of the treasury will be moved by him every year, and he is not afraid that too much silver will accidentally crush him to death.

When he was halfway there, Feng Jingshui's subordinates reported that it was the emperor who went to court early in the morning, saying that Zhuang Rou had found a bandit den on Black Prison Island.

After suppressing the bandits, he found three million taels of silver inside, and he had already sent the imperial horse supervisor to take charge of the matter to get the silver, and said that the treasury was empty, and this silver set up a large pie.

But he also said angrily that a small group of bandits could rob so much silver.

The emperor scolded the ministers and asked them to clean up the bandits everywhere, so that the people could have a stable year!

Zhuang Rou didn't know what those ministers thought when they heard these words, anyway, she wouldn't believe it. Three million taels, ten times as many as the bandits, they can't even grab a percent of the silver.

Anyway, this has nothing to do with her, as long as she sends the silver to the capital and asks for a copy to Hongzhou.

It is also thanks to the emperor that he said this in the court, and Uncle Chen Guo wants to rob it blatantly, but it is too conspicuous. In case an old horse stumbles, gets caught alive and has to run around for this matter, it is also very bad to gag other people's mouths and quell the incident.

When he arrived in the capital, there was still no one to grab the silver, Zhuang Rou felt slightly disappointed, but still sent the convoy to the side of the imperial city. She watched the convoy enter the palace, and the vermilion gate slowly closed in Feng Jingshui's retrospective smile, blocking her out of the imperial gate.

At this time, it was getting late, and they walked for two days before returning to the capital, and the wind in the middle of the night was a little frozen. A cold wind blew, Zhuang Rou couldn't help but shiver, she was not like Feng Jingshui and them, she always wore a cloak to put on a show when she went out.

She shrugged her shoulders coldly, pulled the horse and wanted to turn around and go home. The horse turned around and a thick cloak was draped over her to keep out the cold wind of the night.

"Brother, why are you here?" Zhuang Rou looked at it, it turned out that at some point, Zhuang Xuewen was standing on the other side of the horse. Now that she was about to get on her horse, she saw people.

"I'm early, you're here a little later than I thought." Zhuang Xuewen helped her tie up the straps of her cloak and held her hand again, "Your hands are so cold, let's go home, Aunt Liu has cooked a miscellaneous pot and is waiting for you." ”

Zhuang Rou took Zhuang Xuewen's hand and smiled happily: "It's just right to eat miscellaneous pots when it's cold, brother, your hands are also very cold." ”

She took her brother's hand and rubbed it, this is a long time to wait......