The old woman sighed, "Alas, a few days ago, there was a flood that flooded a large area of houses and fields, and everyone had no rice to eat or tiles to cover their heads, and everyone who could escape fled to other places." ”

As she spoke, she lowered her head to look at the boy who was gobbling it up, and choked up, "Those of us who can't escape can only wait here to die." ”

"But I heard that the imperial court has assigned His Royal Highness King Ying to come down in person for disaster relief and distributed relief food, why don't you receive disaster relief food for a while?"

The old woman shook her head: "The relief food was distributed, but it was all some moldy old rice, and eight of the two meters were chaff, and a bowl ......of porridge was hungry again after a while, and some of them were sick when they were weak."

As she spoke, the old woman looked at the messy porridge shed and sighed: "The big guy saw that some old people and children were sick and dying. ”

Xiting opened his mouth, and was about to reply when he was interrupted by a shout.

"Miss!"

I saw Ping'an leading several servants to her side.

"Miss, why did you get here?" Ping An ran to Xiting and gasped slightly.

He just cared about arranging for someone to carry the luggage into the inn, and he didn't realize that Xiting had left with the crowd, and when he came back to his senses, he found that she was gone, so he hurriedly brought a few servants to look for her.

When the old woman saw a few of them running over, she subconsciously shrank back, then nodded towards the Xiting Pavilion and quietly walked away.

When Xiting saw the old woman leaving, she wanted to stop her, but when she thought that what she wanted to know now was known, she didn't stop it, and said to Ping'an: "Go back."

Pingyang County is far away from Kyoto, and Ping'an is afraid that Qianxi Pavilion is too tired, so all the best inns are arranged.

At night, when the lights were turned off and lying on the soft bed, Xiting closed his eyes for a while, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Outside the house, the chirping of insects continued to sound, and the cool moonlight shone mottled along the cracks in the window to the gauze tent, reflecting the people who were tossing and turning, irritable and uncomfortable inside.

Somehow, ever since she heard the old woman's words in the evening, the man's face kept coming to her mind.

Although he always had a cold face and dark eyes revealing a strangeness that others could not guess, he was able to evacuate the villagers with her halfway despite the danger of flooding.

Such a person, she feels that no matter how cold her appearance is, she is still a little compassionate.

But the imperial court sent him down to provide disaster relief and relief to the people's livelihood, but the victims here are such a scene, does he know about the troubles of the victims today? Or do you ignore it?

Somehow, when she thought of the phrase 'turn a blind eye', an indescribable boredom surged in her chest.

Early the next morning, when Xiting dragged his tired body down the stairs, Ping'an had already led the servants to wait downstairs at the inn.

Seeing her come down, he hurriedly stepped forward, "Miss, the luggage has been packed, and you can leave after you finish breakfast." ”

Due to the lack of sleep last night, Xiting yawned listlessly, "Well, got it." ”

As soon as the words fell, a shrill hip-hop sound was heard from the front.

Subconsciously raised his eyes, and for some reason suddenly many people passed in front of the inn, and they were in groups of three or five, all holding a white cloth bag with a smile on their faces.

Xiting frowned slightly, "Why did so many people come all of a sudden?" What are they holding in their hands? ”

The innkeeper who was standing at the front desk with an abacus heard the sound, subconsciously looked at Xiting's line of sight, and then lowered his head and crackled his calculations, and said calmly: "Today, the government sends grain, and they naturally take disaster relief rice." ”

Hearing what the innkeeper said, Xiting was even more confused: "But the relief food I saw yesterday was all moldy and bad rice, why did they still go to get it?" ”

"Yesterday, naturally, no one received that rice, but today is different." The drinker sitting next to him put a peanut in his mouth and said slowly.

"What's the difference?"

The drinker looked at the Xiting Pavilion with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "What's the difference, just go and see." ”

Xiting was aroused by this slightly joking remark, and said as he stepped out of the inn door: "Ping, let's go and see." ”

Ping An wanted to stop it, but when she looked up, she found that she had already blended into the crowd, and after a pause, she also hurriedly followed behind Xiting.

A moment later.

When she came to the place where the victims of yesterday were disturbing, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, only to see that the scene at this time was completely different from yesterday.

Yesterday's mess, the government and the people fighting, has become today's orderly, and the government and the people are happy.

What's more, the mouth praised and thanked the government.

"Little lady, why are you here?"

A voice of joy and surprise interrupted her thoughts.

She looked back and saw that the old woman from yesterday was looking at her with a smile on her face, and the old woman and the boy were both holding a white cloth bag in their hands, and the mouth of the tiger was clutching the mouth of the bag.

"Old mamma, what are you?"

The old woman followed her line of sight and saw that she was staring at the white cloth belt in her hand, and couldn't help but show off a little bit of it, opened the bag and said with a smile: "Look, this is the relief food distributed today." ”

Xiting lowered his eyes and couldn't help frowning slightly, only to see that the grains of rice in it were shining in color and full shape were lying in the bag.

"Old Mama, you said yesterday that this relief food is all moldy and bad rice, but now it is ......?"

When the old woman heard this, she was suddenly startled and exclaimed, "Little lady! ”

Then he looked left and right, leaned closer to Xiting and whispered, "Don't dare to talk nonsense today, someone is here." ”

"Someone's up there?"

The old woman lifted the minibus and gestured forward.

Xiting looked down, and his heart was shocked again.

I saw that in front of the yamen, Zhao Shuo was standing in the light with his hands in his hands, wearing a dark blue wide-sleeved bat-patterned shirt, which lined his slender posture and handsome spirit, but his eyebrows were slightly twisted, majestic and unattainable.

Ye Xing stood behind him on the left side, his eyes were solemn, his hands were clasped around his chest, and he was still holding the silver long sword in his arms.

Kyoto Metropolitan Water Supervisor Shao Cheng Lin Congze stood on the other side of him, he was wearing a scarlet official uniform, gentle and elegant, and his temperament was dusty.

It turned out that Zhao Shuo was the one on top!

Also, he came down as a prince to provide disaster relief, and it is not surprising that Taoyuan County was the hardest hit area of this flood.

As she thought so, several raggedly dressed victims suddenly burst into view.

One of the old men on crutches walked up to Lu Angui, the county commander of Taoyuan County, on the lower side of Zhao Shuo, and knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Lord Qingtian, if you hadn't opened a warehouse for us in time to give us food, our family would have gone to see the king of Hades earlier." ”

Several young men and women beside the old man also knelt down and kowtowed.

Seeing this, the onlookers praised the charity of the Taoyuan County Ya, and the surroundings were suddenly surrounded by whispers of appreciation.

The corners of Lu Angui's mouth cracked inadvertently, and he bent down to help the old man, a little embarrassed: "Uncle, don't be like this, disaster relief is the responsibility of this county, not enough to worry about it, not enough to worry about it......"

"Miss, this is too fake." Momiji looked at the scene of hypocrisy and righteousness in front of him, and couldn't help but muttered to himself.