"Hahaha, just kidding, don't take Lord Si Cheng seriously!"

And at this time, Ye Ping looked at Jiang Ling and said with a smile, smiling sincerely, smiling honestly.

"Five days, make good use of it, hopefully, don't let me down, if you really need me to help you do it, let me know."

Jiang Ling looked at Ye Ping's appearance, and didn't bother to pay attention to whether this kid was really joking, or if he wanted to even take away his own power, shook his head, and chuckled.

"Okay."

When Ye Ping heard this, his expression became solemn and he nodded yes.

"Brother Night Watchman, it's okay right now, help the big guy set up the tent! When the wind stops and the snow stops, I invite everyone to go to Puliu Lane to listen to your sisters sing! ”

Immediately after, Ye Ping turned his head to look at the night watchmen around him, and said loudly.

"Come on, my lords, when the time comes, we will definitely sing and dance."

"Whoever sets up the tent quickly, when the time comes, the slave family will have two more drinks with him."

The Oiran sisters in Puliu Lane were not shy, and they laughed and joked along with Ye Ping's words.

"Okay, calm down and reassure your lordship, leave it to us!"

"A word is a certainty, and when the time comes, you can't go back!"

The Oiran sisters in Puliu Lane all spoke, and the night watchmen immediately had green light in their eyes, and they swarmed up and began to help set up tents and porridge sheds.

"After five days, the night watchman won't be surnamed Ye from now on......"

Jiang Ling looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but be stunned.

He felt that at this moment, at least the night watchmen in the vicinity, there was only Ye Ping in their hearts, and there was nothing silent about!

But after a while, he shook his head, put these thoughts behind him, walked into the snowstorm, came to the starvation of the victims, and began to help them set up their tents.

The eight-rank grandmaster made a move, and the speed was naturally countless faster, and many heavy brackets, Jiang Ling just waved his hand so casually, and it was propped up like a feather; Similarly, those heavy tarpaulins that sheltered from the wind and snow would have taken more than a dozen people to unfold, but Gangneung flew into the air with the tarpaulin, and with a shake of his hand, the tarpaulin was spread out, and it was spread out quickly and well.

Ye Ping didn't speak, just quietly watched Jiang Ling's actions.

Suddenly, he felt that he had captured something.

Immediately after, with a smile on his face, he also walked into the wind and snow, and together with Gangneung, helped these victims of the disaster to set up tents.

At the same time, in the palace.

The figure of Emperor Xuanhe appeared on the city wall, and although the depression in his chest had calmed down, Chen Hong, who was still pale, followed him and bowed his head.

"How many more days can it rain in this snowstorm?"

Emperor Xuanhe stared silently in the direction where the household was located, and after looking at it for a long time, he slowly spoke, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was asking someone.

"Two days is too short, the grain and rice in his hand should only be enough for five days, so let's go for five days!"

After a while, Emperor Xuanhe said lightly, as if someone had already given him an answer, and he was giving a proposal to veto.

Chen Hong listened to this, lowered his head and said nothing, but his body was trembling slightly, as if he sensed some terrifying existence.

"Can't die, can you?"

After a while, Emperor Xuanhe turned his head, looked at Chen Hong, and said lightly.

"It's okay to be a minion."

Chen Hong hurriedly shook his head and said respectfully.

"It's good if you can't die, since you can't die, then keep an eye on him for me and see what he's done these days! I want to see if he can bear this burden, if he can't bear it! ”

Emperor Xuanhe nodded casually, and then his face was full of playful mockery, and he said lightly in the direction of the household.

The homeless are starving, this is a double-edged sword without a hilt, if used well, it is a peerless sword, if it is not used well, then you will cut your hands!

He didn't think that he could use the sword without cutting the palm of his hand, so he didn't believe that Ye Ping could have this ability.

"The minions obey."

Chen Hong coughed twice, turned around and slowly walked into the wind and snow, and walked in the direction of Hubu.

In the wind and snow, his figure looks like a loyal old dog.

"Gangneung, do you feel like you saw new hope again, just like you did back then? It's a pity that your hopes will be dashed, and no matter who you are in this world, you will be lost in power......"

Emperor Xuanhe glanced at Chen Hong's back indifferently, and then his gaze fell on the direction of Hubu, Jiang Ling, who was spreading the oil cloth in the void, and muttered.

But when the words came out, the corners of his mouth were full of cold and mocking cold smiles.

In today's Lin'an City, there are very few people who know that the reason why he was able to sit on the throne today back then was that Gangneung was behind him and did a lot for him.

And now, Gangneung seems to be standing behind Ye Ping.

The Eight Rank Grandmaster took action, and the night watchman helped, and the tents and porridge sheds were set up quickly, and when it was almost dark, the continuous oilcloth tents were built, although they were not as warm as the houses, but at least they could shelter from the wind and snow.

Especially after lighting a few more fires and boiling two pots of steaming porridge, all the chill seems to be dispelled.

In the crowd, the smiles were bright, and everyone's faces were full of joy.

It's as if the crisis has passed.

But only Jiang Ling, only Ye Ping, and a few people had solemn expressions on their faces.

The wind and snow in Lin'an City became bigger and louder quietly, and the snowflakes were like goose feathers, melted into water by the steam from the hot porridge, and after dripping to the ground, they became a thin layer of ice.

"This celestial phenomenon, something is wrong, should we ...... it?"

In the Grandmaster Society, the white-eyed Grandmaster reached out and caught a piece of snow like a real goose feather, and waited for a long time before seeing it melt his palm, and then said in a deep voice to Xin Xinghe beside him.

"Now, you can wait."

Xin Xinghe chuckled and shook his head, and said slowly.

Wait a minute?

The White-eyed Sect Master frowned and glanced at Xin Xinghe, a little hesitant.

He felt that Xin Xinghe's so-called waiting, I'm afraid, was to wait for a miracle to happen.

But what Grandmaster Baimei didn't know was that what Xin Xinghe was thinking about now was waiting for a miracle to happen!

"Ye Ping, what did you do?"

Jiang Ling stood in front of a porridge pot, and after helping a homeless person to make a bowl of hot porridge, he looked around the crowd and found that Ye Ping had left.

Not only Ye Ping, but also the Puliu Lane Qunfang, who had been praised by the homeless people as a Buddha of ten thousand families, had also left with Ye Ping's departure, leaving only a few wisps of fragrant fragrance in the air.

He turned his head, looked at the bowl in front of him, looking expectantly at the starvation of his homeless people, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, picked up the spoon, and made a bowl of porridge for him.

The homeless people who served the porridge bowl were hungry and devoured, and their faces were full of satisfaction, as if a miracle had come true!

Jiang Ling looked at the satisfaction on the other party's face and sighed softly.

At this moment, he is also waiting for a miracle!

A miracle five days later!