The death of Zhu Cao Guan spread in Yuezhou.

Several people committed suicide by hanging beams at the same time, and the market was shocked.

Rumors kept going down the streets.

In the afternoon of the next day, the yamen posted a notice for the people.

Since it is An Min, he naturally will not reveal all the details of the case, only saying that some of the prisoners detained in Yuezhou Prison have escaped from prison, and a group of outlaws have gathered together, drunk Xiange to make trouble, attacked Yuelai Inn at night, killed people and set fires, and committed all kinds of evil, and have been arrested and brought to justice.

Several Cao officials derelict their duties and committed suicide to avoid disaster, which is also deserved.

In the end, it ended with the resignation of Lord Zhizhou.

When Xin Yi got the news, he had already embarked on the road to Jingjiang Mansion with Fu Jiuqu.

The carriage sped down the dusty official road.

It was summer, the sun was blazing, Xin Yi sat in the carriage like a stuffy tank of steamed fish, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his clothes were wet.

"Brother Jiu, is this case settled?"

Fu Jiuqu saw that her brows were furrowed and wrinkled, thinking that she was afraid of heat, but she didn't expect that she was thinking about the case, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

"How else?"

Xin Yi glanced at him, faintly uneasy.

"When I thought of the talisman paper that had been fed to the monk, I had a chill. You say, is this the same as those who made bad things in my cosmeceutical and poisoned Duan Shizi of Dali? ”

Fu Jiuqu smiled and played with the jade plate fingers.

"It's hard to say."

This answers, it is better not to answer.

Xin Yi glanced at him, and that little dissatisfaction quickly fell to his death in the handsome face of the king of Guangling County.

This guy's face is even more gorgeous than the scorching sun in the sky.

"That's it, the far water can't save the near fire, even if we have doubts in our hearts, there is nowhere to check this far away, I hope that after we leave, the county prince and his wife can live a safe life......"

Fu Jiuqu smiled lightly, his eyes scorching.

"You take care of yourself first."

Xin Yi said: "What's wrong with me? ”

Fu Jiuqu said: "The carriage is too slow, we want to catch up with the army, we have to travel day and night." I really can't do it, I'm afraid I'll have to abandon the bike and ride......"

His eyes flickered, and he looked at Xin Yi worriedly.

"Eleven can suffer so much?"

Xin Yi grew up under the red flag, she really hasn't suffered like this, and she can't stand it or not, she can't decide in her heart.

But she refused to drag Fu Jiuqu's hind legs, smiled hard, and agreed very happily.

"Don't look down on people. If you can stand it, I will stand it. ”

Fu Jiuqu chuckled, his tone soft.

"We'll see."

Xin Yi thought that he would persuade him to stay or return to Beijing, but Fu Jiuqu just smiled faintly and gave up.

In the following days, Xin Yi truly realized what it meant to be a march.

At first, I thought that running around in a carriage, no matter how tired I was, I could sleep in the car with my eyes closed, which was nothing more than a little bumpy, a little simpler food and clothing, and a little more inconvenient life. I'm so tired, just get some sleep.

Moreover, Fu Jiuqu took pity on her, and laid out mats in the carriage, prepared dry food, and even mosquito repellent water, no matter how difficult it was, it was limited.

All the way to the border of Yongzhou, the road conditions are getting worse and worse......

The carriage was upside down as if it was a zhang high, and Xin Yi was dizzy and vomited, and when it was terrible, it seemed that his stomach and gallbladder were going to vomit out.

"Eleven."

Fu Jiuqu saw that she still didn't mention stopping to rest, and finally couldn't hold it back.

"Find an inn to rest in front of you?"

"No, you don't." Xin Yi shook his head.

"Then I'll send you back."

Xin Yi raised his pale little face, looked at the sharp and cool eyes of the King of Guangling County, and squinted his eyes suspiciously.

"So the trap is waiting for me here?"

Fu Jiuqu quietly looked at the little lady lying on the mat panting, sighed, and looked helpless, "This bit of suffering is thousands of miles worse than the battlefield." What do you say you are suffering? ”

Xin Yi snorted lowly: "Brother Jiu is avoiding the heavy and light. ”

She tugged at Fu Jiuqu's robe and sat up slowly, "You don't dissuade or hinder you all the way, let me follow, and then hurry away rain or shine, is it just to let me know the difficulties?" ”

Fu Jiuqu didn't deny it, "Now I can still take care of you, and when I go south, I'm afraid I won't have so much energy." Eleven, I can't bear to see you suffer. ”

Xin Yi barely showed a white smile.

"I'm just motion sickness, when I get to Jingjiang Mansion, you go and meet the master, don't worry about me."

Fu Jiuqu's brows furrowed, "How can I ignore you." Eleven, obedient, will you go back? ”

Xin Yi sighed faintly and laughed, "It's all gone to Yongzhou, will it be too late for you to stop me again?" ”

Fu Jiuqu was silent.

Xin Yi guessed well, he didn't force Xin Yi to go back when he came out of Yuezhou, he just wanted her to retreat by herself.

A delicate little lady, where can she endure the pain of marching?

He sincerely wanted to practice Xinyi.

It's a pity that he can't be heavy-handed, so he let her sit in the carriage instead of riding a bumpy horse all the way, and in the end, the person who can't stand it is himself.

"Eleventh ......"

Fu Jiuqu seemed to be enduring some emotion, and exhaled slowly, his voice becoming gentle and soft.

"It's my mistake, you just listen to me this time, okay?"

"Brother Jiu, look—" Xin Yi interrupted him suddenly, craned his neck to look over his shoulder, and lifted the curtain open a corner.

Because of the scorching heat, the windows were already open, and when the curtain was lifted slightly, you could see everything on the official road outside.

Under the sun-shrouded canopy, there was not a trace of wind.

The boundary of Yongzhou seems to have been dry for a long time, and the air exudes the smell of plants and trees being roasted with a bit of heat. There is no lingering wind, no amorous rain, no tasseled rice and lush crops, and no taste of bountiful harvest, only drought-ravaged fields and dry riverbanks......

What is even more shocking is that on both sides of the official road, there are farmers who carry burdens and lead old oxen to drag their families with their mouths, sweating profusely and walking silently......

Their eyes were full of confusion.

It seems that I don't know where to go or where the road is.

But no one stopped the car to help.

They have a natural fear of this carriage of power.

Silently watching, silently walking.

Everything seems to stand still.

If it weren't for the unintentional opening of the curtain during the bumps of the carriage, Xin Yi wouldn't even have noticed them.

"Xing, the people are bitter. Death, the people suffer. ”

Xin Yi subconsciously read this sentence, and found that Fu Jiuqu was staring directly at him, and then he thought that Fu Jiuqu, who was in the royal family and grew up in the nest of the powerful, might not be able to understand the taste of civilian life, and maybe he would think that he was slandering his imperial uncle.

Xin Yi pursed his lips, "I don't know where these people are going?" ”

"Six years old one starve, twelve years old one famine. This year, there was a severe drought in the south, the fields were not harvested, and when Nong Zhigao invaded, the people lacked food and water, and it was difficult to overcome the famine, so they had to go into exile with their families......"

Fu Jiuqu's eyebrows were flat, and his voice was not lacking in coolness.

"Eleven is right. Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer. ”

It's not what she said herself......

Xin Yi subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and couldn't give an example of the poet who had not yet been born, and said embarrassedly: "Brother Jiu can understand how difficult the people's livelihood is, that is the blessing of the people." When you go back to Beijing to convey military information, maybe you can say a thing or two to the imperial court? ”

Fu Jiuqu said: "When Nong Zhigao didn't call, the government would open a warehouse to release grain and relieve the victims, but it ...... right now."

He shook his head.

In the past few months, Nong Zhigao has attacked the city, and many defenders have been frightened and abandoned the city and fled. The Song Dynasty had successively dispatched the Guangnan West Road Chen Bureau, the Guangnan East and West Road pacification envoy Yang Jin, the Guangxi Jingluo pacification envoy Yu Jing, and the Jiangnan West Road pacification envoy Sun Wei and so on to lead troops to suppress them, all of which ended in failure.

Nong Zhigao has won many battles and is very arrogant, and the people have no way to live, and they dare not count on the court, so they can only drag their families to escape the famine.

"This battle must be won. Big win, fast win! ”

Xin Yi looked at the situation outside the car window, and his palms couldn't help but clench.

"Yes. Definitely. ”

Without waiting for Fu Jiuqu to speak, there was a sudden cry outside, it was a little woman with a child on her back.

She took the child off, held it in her arms, kept touching the child's little face with her fingers, did not ask for help, did not shout for help, just so helplessly, stared at the child with a pair of empty eyes, and occasionally cried a few times in a suppressed manner...... I don't know if it's tears or sweat.

And none of the passers-by who walked stopped, and no one even looked sideways.

It seems that they have accepted the arrangement of fate, and have no strength to sympathize with the suffering of their kind.

Don't fight, don't resist, just to survive.

Xin Yi's heart suddenly ached, and he grabbed Fu Jiuqu's clothes.

"Ninth Brother ......"

Her voice suddenly rose and cleared her ears, like a sudden rain under the scorching sun, which made the numb passers-by stop and look.

A pair of eyes......

What kind of eyes are they?

Xin Yi searched his mind, but couldn't find a word to describe the desolation of heaven and earth.

"Save my child...... Save him......"

The little woman's tearful face was raised, and she, like everyone else, saw Xin Yi, and saw her face full of compassion and sympathy from the magnificent carriage, and her heart grew hope.

Sincere:

The landscape is full of greenery.

The sisters who read the book are in good health.

(End of chapter)