Two days later, Lu Jingmo took Xia Qingmiao to secretly visit the refugee camp built in Jiuteng Pass.

Ragged and thin-skinned refugees, the unpleasant smell in the air, the faint cry of a baby in a man's arms, and an old man kneeling on the ground begging with a broken bowl......

The tragic scenes in front of him constantly impacted Xia Qingmiao.

He has been clothed and fed since he was a child, and he has been pampered a lot, and he never knew that the people of the lower classes lived so miserably.

"Your Highness."

When she went to bed at night, Xia Qingmiao grabbed her fingers, bit her lower lip, and pleaded in a low voice.

"Can you save the refugees?"

This afternoon, he and Han Qi bought several large truckloads of steamed buns for the refugees.

After the steamed buns, they were just about to return when a scrawny man led a girl who was less than three years old and rushed in.

The man looked at the empty car, hugged the girl and kept kowtowing to Xia Qingmiao.

"Please be kind and save my poor child!" He broke down and cried, "She hasn't eaten for five days, and if she continues like this, she will starve to death." ”

"The grass people kowtow to you!"

Xia Qingmiao's heart was really not good, he couldn't watch a fresh life pass away in front of him.

He gave the man some taels of silver and told him to lead the child to buy something to eat.

I don't know what happened to the father and daughter.

Xia Qingmiao sighed wistfully.

There's only so much he can help.

Lu Jingmo saw the villain's melancholy in his eyes, and raised his hand to hook him to lie beside him.

"If you don't say it, I'll save them."

The cold voice is serious and serious.

"They are my people, and they are my responsibility."

This is the idea that Lu Ye has instilled in her since she was a child.

She rubbed the top of the villain's soft hair, and her voice was clear.

"I've already sent people to other towns to fetch food, and if nothing happens, it'll be tomorrow."

Xia Qingmiao took the initiative to rub her palm, and her soft little voice was full of joy.

"I like Your Highness the most."

Lu Jingmo's long white fingers scratched his little chin, and his voice was tight.

"How much do you like it?"

"Huh?"

Xia Qingmiao thought for a while, and then kissed the corners of her lips with a crimson face, and her big eyes bent into crescents.

"I like Your Highness more than the world."

The corners of Lu Jingmo's mouth slowly rose, and his peach blossom eyes were full of tenderness.

The thin lips pressed down gently, and she opened her lips to bite the soft lip flap of the man under her.

"I like Qingmiao too."

The little man's eyes widened suddenly, and the little hands that clinged to her shoulders tugged at the white undershirt.

His Highness said that he liked him.

"Like you."

Xia Qingmiao's nose was sour, and her eyes were slightly wet.

"Your Highness." He hugged the back of Lu Jingmo's neck, "These three words, Qingmiao has been waiting for six years." ”

After six years of dreaming, it finally came true.

Lu Jingmo's eyes darkened slightly, and the lips of the two were closer together.

The intensity of the licking and kissing between the lips and teeth continues to increase.

Xia Qingmiao responded enthusiastically.

The hot lips moved down, kissed his small curved jaw, soft and smooth neck, delicately shaped collarbone, and finally stopped at the glossy shoulder.

Lu Jingmo calmed his breathing and tried to restrain his rising desire.

"Sleep." She tied Xia Qingmiao's untied coat for her, and her voice was hoarse.

He hurt himself after falling into the water, and she had not yet recovered, so she had to endure it.