On the second day, Bai Zeqing simply cleaned up after the morning exercise, put on a hat, and took the carriage sent by the Xuanyuan to pick her up and enter the city.

Although the master never said when he would return or whether he would return here, Bai Zeqing still wrote a letter to the master before leaving, and carefully pressed it on the desk with a paperweight. I was worried that the master would not be able to see or not enter the house at all, so I made a special trip to leave a message for Zen Master Cifa, Senior Brother Zimo, and Yukimi Xiao Shami. In case the master came back, he would also know that she had gone to the city and the Huo family.

Yesterday, the prefect's wife and a few aunts made a fuss for most of the day, and in the end, it was Yin Fucheng, Lu Jietui, and Li Tongju who came together, so that they could persuade people to go back. But look at that posture, even if you don't go to the temple anymore to make trouble, you won't give up.

Bai Zeqing opened the curtain and looked at the mountains all the way, and his mind had already begun to think about the prefect's case.

She made a special trip to the prefect's suicide room last night to see it, and the furnishings were still the same as when the crime occurred seven days ago, and even the white silk was still hanging on the beams of the room, swaying with the evening breeze, which was very infiltrating.

She didn't see anything special in the wing, and asked Senior Brother Zimo about the situation that day, Senior Brother didn't know much, but revealed something that made Bai Zeqing feel very strange - the first person who found the deceased that day was nowhere to be found, and he didn't say goodbye. It stands to reason that the net person who placed an order in Tingquan Temple has a record, but this person somehow got in and did not find the relevant records. Listening to the descriptions of the other pure people, it seems that they came with the prefect.

In a moment's time, the carriage had driven into the eastern city. Bai Zeqing looked at the sky, it was almost noon, the road was bustling with cars and horses, and Bai Zeqing's carriage was inconspicuous when he walked in it.

"Urgent, urgent."

The sound of horses' hooves came from behind, and the pedestrians on the road dodged and watched a group of soldiers gallop by.

Escaping the crowd, a horse-drawn carriage almost sank into a ditch on the side of the road.

"Lady, are you alright?" A middle-aged man wearing a silk jacket next to him hurriedly dismounted and asked.

The maidservant girl raised the curtain of the car, and in the car sat a young lady in a splendid dress. Cinnabar Luo skirt, cloud bun is bright, and the figure is delicate.

"What's going on? Careless, frightened the lady. The maidservant helped the young lady, and then leaned out and scolded the middle-aged man.

Steward Hu hurriedly whispered to the young lady about the matter.

A sharp-eyed guy in the roadside tea shop shouted: "It's Huo Niangzi!" ”

Immediately, good things will gather to look.

"Where, where?"

"Which Huo lady?"

"Which other Huo lady, of course, is the big boss of Panyue Tower!"

"Oh, what kind of luck, let us see Mrs. Huo."

"Huo Niangzi! Huo Niangzi! The bold ones had already waved their hands and shouted.

Steward Hu hurriedly beckoned the guards to separate the crowd that wanted to get closer.

"It's cold outside, let's go quickly." The maidservant girl lowered the curtain and said to Huo Niangzi, "Lady, it's a stagecoach, it's about the will of the imperial court, I don't know who will take over Yuanzhou." ”

"Don't say that. Hurry up and ......" Huo Niangzi interrupted her, but suddenly stopped halfway through her words, looked slightly surprised, lifted the curtain with her own hands, and then "Huh?" "Yes.

"Lady?" Seeing that Huo Niangzi lifted the curtain again, Hu Guan was a little puzzled, shouted, and saw that Huo Niangzi's gaze was looking ahead, and he also looked over.

There was a carriage there, and a girl of twelve or thirteen was lifting the curtain to say something to the coachman, looking a little anxious.

Looking at the horse again, I don't know what was wrong, as if the crowding had hurt his legs and feet, and the coachman was crouching down to check.

Is it the third lady of the Bai family?

At this time, the curtain had been lowered, and at that moment, Huo Niangzi didn't really see it, and shook her head with some uncertainty: How could she be in Yuanzhou? Dazzled?

Do you want to make sure?

But there are too many people on this official road, and she may cause unnecessary trouble if she stays any longer.

"Lady?" Steward Hu shouted again anxiously.

Huo Niangzi came back to her senses, put down the curtain of the car, and said, "It's okay, let's hurry." ”

Seeing that her lady was fine, Steward Hu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and got on the horse, and led the convoy away.

The guards opened the way, and they quickly walked to the front of the road.

The car blew the curtain, and Mrs. Huo subconsciously looked outside, and the little carriage flashed by.

Huo Niangzi shook her head: Impossible. It's important to get down to business, the second brother is still waiting.

The convoy soon moved away on the official road.

……

Because the small broken carriage was broken, it was almost noon when Bai Zeqing arrived in Yuanzhou Dongcheng. It coincided with the time when the porridge factory gave relief to the displaced people.

The displaced people who had gathered at Tingsenji Temple seven days ago returned to Wonju Castle under the "escort" of the soldiers on the same day.

The prefect died suddenly, and the official warehouse could not be opened for a while. The civil warehouse had long been empty, and seeing that the porridge factory was unsustainable, Wang Chi took the initiative before leaving the Yuan Zhou Dynasty and borrowed 10,000 stone grain from the Huo family for emergency purposes, promising to return it when the official warehouse was opened.

Huo Erye agreed very happily.

Compared with 10,000 stone of grain, he cared more about establishing a relationship with the king of the northwest. It doesn't matter if this grain can be returned, it can't be better, so that the second son of the king of the northwest owes himself a favor, and in the future, he will open up the trade road between the northwest and Mobei, which will be like a tiger with wings.

Therefore, in the past few days, the displaced people have received a rare thick porridge.

There is a river crossing the city in Yuanzhou City, which is built in a way that divides Yuanzhou City into two and diverts the water flow of the Fuyuan River, so that Yuanzhou will no longer destroy the city and flood.

In the city, there are many restaurants, tea shops and green houses along the river. Panyue Tower is one of them.

There is an arch stone bridge not far from Panyue Tower, and there is a porridge factory in the south of the bridge.

At this time, the little boy walked in front with a porridge bowl, followed by a little girl holding a broken bowl in both hands, wrapped in a torn jacket that obviously did not fit.

The little girl buried her little face in the bowl and arched it twice, and when she raised her head, the tip of her nose was stained with rice, and there was a hint of satisfaction on her face. She saw that the boy had already walked to the edge of the bridge and sat down against the pier to eat porridge, and hurried to follow.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in tattered clothes caught up from the back door, snatched the porridge bowl from the little girl's hand, and poured it into his mouth in three or two mouthfuls.

Before the little girl could come to her senses, her hands were empty. When he turned around, the porridge was gone, and the bowl was thrown to the ground by the middle-aged man and broken into several pieces. The little girl cried "wow".

It all happened so fast that the bowl was smashed when the little boy looked over. He stood up suddenly, stared at the middle-aged man angrily, and said, "What are you doing?" How, how can you steal other people's food? How can you bully a child? ”

The middle-aged man wiped his mouth and walked towards him viciously.

The little boy was frightened by his fierce eyes and took a half step back, turned to run, but the cry of the little girl was heard in his ears, and he stopped again. Quickly put the porridge bowl down the steps behind him, and took two steps forward, gritting his teeth, ready to fight.

The middle-aged man raised his fist and smashed it into the boy's head. The boy shouted, closed his eyes and slammed into the middle-aged man.

The fist did not fall on the head and face as expected, and the next second, the boy was smashed on his body by the limp middle-aged man and fell to the ground.

Bai Zeqing clapped his hands in fear, looked at the embarrassed little boy, and looked helpless: "Why are you still so weak?" ”