"Aono, are you tired? Would you like to take a break? After walking for a quarter of an hour, Nangong Yue stopped, looked at Tuoba Qingye, and asked softly.

Tuoba Qingye hurriedly retracted his thoughts, and smiled softly at Nangong Yue, "It's okay"

Nangong Yue raised the corners of her lips lightly, and helped Tuoba Qingye to the corridor on the side, and before the two of them sat down, a guard stepped forward to report, "Princess, Mr. Long Yue came to visit"

"Please"

After a while, Long Ziyue's figure appeared outside the corridor, Nangong Yue stood up and stepped forward with a smile, "Mr. is here, Qingye has been thinking about Mr. since the morning."

Long Ziyue narrowed her eyes lightly and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have some chores to deal with, so the princess and Qingye have been waiting for a long time, and I deliberately brought pastries to make amends to the two of you."

After that, he took out a snack box from the ring, opened it, and sent it to Nangong Yue.

Nangong Yue snorted lightly, with surprise in her eyes, "Where did Mr. find the osmanthus cake, I grew up in Mocheng since I was a child, and I have never heard of osmanthus cakes in Mocheng."

"When I was in Nanling, I opened a restaurant, and the chefs there were very skilled, especially good at making all kinds of pastries, and I learned a little when I was looking for space."

"I see, I didn't expect Mr. to have such a skillful hand"

Long Ziyue smiled humbly, her eyes seemed to look at Tuoba Qingye casually, Nangong Yue immediately understood, and raised the pastry to the two with a smile, "I'll go find the saucer"

With that, he turned and left the corridor.

When people walked away, Long Ziyue put away her smile slightly, raised her eyes to look at Tuoba Qingye, and said directly, "Qingye, I'm going to leave for a while"

Tuoba Qingye's eyes changed, and he hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Zhangzhou"

"Zhangzhou? That's the most remote state town in northern Xinjiang, what are you going to do there? ”

Long Ziyue chuckled and whispered the plan as she approached Tuoba Qingye.

Tuoba Qingye raised his eyes lightly, feeling incredible, seeing that Long Ziyue's eyes were confident, he couldn't help laughing, "Okay, since that's the case, you can go to Zhangzhou with peace of mind, and leave it to me here."

The autumn wind is slightly cold, blowing the sky is gloomy.

Zhangzhou, the extreme north of northern Xinjiang.

The vegetation here is barren, the wind and sand are non-stop in all seasons, and the land is mostly stony or sandy, which cannot grow grain, and it is the most scarce state city in northern Xinjiang.

Every year during the winter, Zhangzhou will ask Mocheng for food, but although Mocheng is a royal city, it is also located in the polar region, and food is scarce, so there is even less food to support Zhangzhou.

As soon as the autumn was over, Zhangzhou once again sent an urgent letter to Mocheng.

Long Ziyue received the news and set off for Zhangzhou as soon as possible.

Zhangzhou is the capital city in northern Xinjiang second only to Mocheng and Fancheng, and there is a danger of wintering, Nangong Lie will definitely go in person, and she will be settled before Nangong Lie goes.

After seven days of day and night, Long Ziyue successfully arrived in Zhangzhou.

Approaching the cold winter, the weather in Zhangzhou is getting colder, and the street market that is lively on weekdays is also deserted at the moment. The doors of the grain shops on both sides of the street were closed, and empty signs had already been hung outside the doors, but there were still people knocking on the doors from time to time, hoping to buy some food.

The relief food from Wangcheng has not yet arrived, and this moment is the most difficult day in Zhangzhou.

Long Ziyue got out of the carriage, and when she saw the hungry and cold figures of the people of Zhangzhou, looking at the yellow and haggard faces, Long Ziyue sank her eyes.

Judging from the current situation, Zhangzhou is not only scarce in grain, I am afraid that it is already a food shortage.

"Brother Zhou, you go find a few shops, hire a few more temporary workers, let's make some gruel and steamed buns to distribute to the people of Zhangzhou first, we can't let them be forced by famine"

"Okay" Zhou Muchen nodded in response, and then walked towards the market.

Long Ziyue stood on the corner of the street, facing the cold wind on her face, and clenched her fists slightly.

I hope that Nangong Lie can arrive as soon as possible.