He hurriedly scolded softly, signaling Qian Xiting to pay attention to his identity: "Ting'er! ”

This reprimand also made Xi Ting react, she took a deep breath, changed Fang Cai's sharp expression, raised her head and smiled at Zhao Shuo and said, "Fang Cai is the unintentional words of the courtier, I hope His Highness will forgive her sins." ”

"His Royal Highness was ordered by the imperial court to come down for disaster relief this time, in order to find out the cause of the flood, it was just to let Lord Song go in and walk, and even the skin was not broken to find out the people behind the scenes, this kind of strategy is really beyond the reach of ordinary people, and the courtiers are willing to obey."

Such sarcastic words were said in front of Zhao Shuo, and everyone looked at Xiting in shock when they heard the words, and secretly sweated for her, "Qian Niangzi ......"

Xiting turned his head and blessed everyone slightly, showing his heart to receive their kindness, and then nodded to Zhao Shuo, and then said: "Also, now for His Royal Highness, this flood relief is a major matter related to the community, and the reputation of Lord Song, a small water official, is nothing, and the courtiers should be grateful to His Highness." ”

Zhao Shuo naturally heard that her gratitude was not sincere, and he also understood the implication of these words, even if the analysis and prediction she had made in the hall about the flood disaster before had aroused his favor.

But after all, he is also a prince of a dynasty, and in the face of such irony, whether it is out of himself or the majesty of the royal family, he cannot ignore it.

Zhao Shuo's eyes became dark, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to smile and said, "Oh, Qian Niangzi is not convinced by this king?" ”

He opened his mouth as if he was joking, but the chill in his eyes was terrifying, as if as long as Qian Xiting dared to say a 'no' word again, he would immediately kill her.

Song Zhiyu saw it in his eyes, his heart shrank, and he quickly knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, forgive me, little girl, she didn't mean it." ”

Lu Mingxian and Zhang Ping also felt Zhao Shuo's murderous aura, and unconsciously helped Song Zhiyu to intercede, and said one after another: "Yes, Your Highness, Mrs. Qian is still young, and it is inevitable that she will be impulsive and reckless when encountering people, so I hope Your Highness will not care." ”

Zhao Shuo turned a deaf ear, lowered his eyes and looked at Song Zhiyu who was kneeling on the ground to plead, and instead turned his gaze to Xiting, stared at her quietly, squinted and asked, "Qian Niangzi, is that so?" ”

The tone was so light that I couldn't hear his emotions.

Xiting was forced by the chill emanating from his eyes to involuntarily take half a step back, and the small hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist slightly, forcing himself to composure.

When Zhao Shuo looked at Song Zhiyu just now, it seemed casual, but it was obviously specially for her to see, this was actually a naked threat.

Xiting lowered his eyes and looked at Song Zhiyu, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling, closed his eyes, and suddenly knelt on the ground: "Your Highness forgives your sins, Fang Cai is a courtier's daughter lost her words for a while, and she has no intention of offending, I hope Your Highness will calm down." ”

Lin Congze hurriedly rounded the field, looked at Zhao Shuo and said with a smile: "Your Highness, the minister thinks that this Qian lady should be too worried about Lord Song, so she is anxious for a while." ”

Zhao Shuo didn't say a word, quietly stared at the Xiting kneeling at his feet, seeing that her body trembled slightly, somehow, the tip of her heart seemed to have been inexplicably stabbed by something, and she was faintly a little stuffy.

After a long time, he said lightly: "Since Lord Lin intercedes for you, I will circle you once." ”

"Your Highness."

Xiting hurriedly thanked her, but before she could get up, she heard Zhao Shuo say coldly: "Ye Xing." ”

With that, he turned and stepped out the door.

Lin Congze hurriedly followed his footsteps, and when he came to his side, he looked back at Xiting who had just stood up, and muttered in a low voice: "It turns out that she is Qian Niangzi." ”

Zhao Shuo paused slightly, and looked at Lin Congze with some puzzlement.

Lin Congze felt Zhao Shuo's gaze, patted his forehead, and hurriedly explained: "Look at my brain, Your Highness, this Lord Song is the ex-maternal uncle of Lord Qian of the Dushui Supervisor, and this Qian Lady is his only daughter." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Shuo's figure paused slightly, but in an instant, he returned to normal and stepped straight out of the county gate.

***

Xiting returned to the Song Mansion with Song Zhiyu, and as soon as he got off the car, he saw several carriages parked at the gate of the Song Mansion, and there was a man about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed as a retinue, who was carrying the boxes and cages on the carriage to the mansion with his back to his command.

Seeing this, Xiting frowned slightly.

"Miss, that's peace!" The sound of surprise from the autumn leaves rang in my ears.

The man who was directing everyone to move the box heard the sound, his back stiffened, he turned around, and suddenly said excitedly: "Miss, you are back." ”

Ping An came to the two of them and said, "Uncle, Miss." ”

Song Zhiyu responded in a low voice, his gaze crossed Ping'an, and fell on the group of small people who were carrying the cage, his brows twisted slightly, "This is ......"

Ping'an followed his line of sight, glanced at Xiting with a smile, and then said to Song Zhiyu: "My lord learned about the disaster in Pingyang County a few days ago, and I know that my uncle, as the water official of the Hexi Division, must have a lot of things to do, and I dare not let the young lady cause trouble to your mansion again."

And Miss since last winter, has been in the house to disturb, soon after the flood is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Lord and Mrs. hope to be able to enjoy the moon with Miss this year, but now the disaster has just passed, there are probably a lot of displaced people along the road, the Lord is worried that Miss will encounter accidents on the way back to Beijing, so he ordered the little one to come and pick up Miss back to Beijing. ”

Ping'an said, looking at the little guy behind him who carried the cage into the house, "As for these cages, they are all some health tonics and things personally selected by the lady, I hope that the old lady is in good health, if she is free in the future, she will come to visit in person." ”

After listening to Ping'an, Song Zhiyu was just about to speak back, but was interrupted by Xiting's words.

I saw her looking at Ping An jokingly, and deliberately joked: "My second mother, I'm afraid that only if the Su family's business name falls, she can be idle." ”

Ping'an's face was embarrassed: "Miss......"

Song Zhiyu coughed twice: "Ting'er, don't talk nonsense." ”

Then please enter the house safely.

Since Qian's father sent someone to pick him up, the Song Mansion did not dare to have any delay, Qian Xiting said goodbye to Mrs. Song, and soon set off to return to Beijing with Ping'an.

Taoyuan County, which had to be the most severely affected by the disaster when returning to Beijing, has just passed the catastrophe, and the suburbs of Taoyuan County are full of corpses and barrenness.

It was the height of summer, and the air was filled with the stench of dirt and the stench of rotting animal carcasses, which were intertwined and almost sickened.

Along the road, there are even more displaced people, begging people abound, dragging families with mouths, groups of three or five.

They were ragged, unkempt, skinny, old and children sleeping casually on the side of the road, and if it weren't for the slight heaving of their chests, Xiting wouldn't have believed they were still alive.

When the carriage of the Qian Mansion passed by, their eyes shone with some light, and when they saw the knife in the hand of the accompanying slave, none of them dared to step forward.

Xiting sat in the carriage, lifted the curtain and looked at the tragic scene outside the car, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, and he was uncomfortably tight.