Coming out of the tobacco shop, Ling Bai began to roll cigarettes casually.

Jingyue's eyes were gloomy, and her eyes were full of resentment.

"Senior brother, when did you hide the meat?"

Ling Bai rolled the cigarette and lit it in an experienced way, took two puffs, and said with a smile: "I thought that there might be a shortage of food after going down the mountain, so I deliberately left a piece of meat for you to eat." ”

"Senior Brother.....

"Needless to say, we are brothers. ”

"Senior Brother.....

"No need to be moved. ”

"Senior brother, however, you replaced the meat with shredded tobacco. ”

Ling Bai took out a rolled cigarette and shook it in front of him, "Why don't you take a sip, that piece can only be eaten once, these tobacco shreds are enough for the two of us to smoke for several days." ”

"......." net month.

The two moved on.

The city was lifeless, and there were not many people to be seen on the streets.

After all

Walking is physically demanding,

motionless

in order to preserve strength,

What if, live?

"Senior brother, I want to beg for a bowl of rice. Jingyue touched her belly and said helplessly.

"It's fate. ”

Ling Bai corrected his statement.

"Yes, fate. ”

Jingyue turned her head to look at a nearby mansion with a closed door.

"This is the prefect's mansion. ”

Ling Bai glanced at it and frowned slightly.

"It's so good, the prefect must have something to eat. Jingyue touched her bald head and knocked the copper ring on the vermilion lacquer door.

Knock, bang.

A few times in a row,

The walls of the courtyard outside the earthquake's mansion shook three times.

"Senior Brother Jingyue, save your strength. Ling Bai persuaded on the side.

Jingyue thought about it for a while, and then kicked on the door.

Boom,

The imposing vermilion lacquer gate collapsed with a bang.

Ling Bai was silent, with this expert in demolition, people were going to become as neurotic as him.

The dust is gone,

In the mansion, several servants wearing green shirts and small hats came over with their dry bodies in a weak way.

"You two evil monks, do you know what kind of place this is? The prefect's mansion, take you into the cell carefully. ”

"Hungry monk?" the other person heard this, his eyes darkened, "I'm so hungry too.....

"........." servant one.

".........." net month.

"......." Ling Bai.

"Is the cell in charge of food?" Jingyue asked after a moment's thought.

The hungry and weak servant had to marvel at Jingyue's brain circuit, he forced out a smile, pointed at Jingyue and said: "Before, when the famine first started, there were also two stunned people who did the same as you thought, committing adultery and plunder, and finally came to surrender themselves, saying that they wanted to go to the prison cell for a full meal. And then, guess what?"

Ling Bai was full of strength, pretending to be curious and asked, "How is it?

"I'm full. ”

The servant shook his head, "He was eaten by the other prisoners........."

Speaking of cannibalism,

Jingyue's face was not very good-looking, he grabbed the collar of the servant one, and asked in a deep voice: "What about the prefect?" Let him come out, and the poor monk should ask him where the food for disaster relief is. ”

"Master, please stop. ”

A deep male voice sounded ahead.

head-on

A bearded man in a cyan robe walked slowly.

His face was pale, and there was a gloomy look between his eyebrows, but on the whole he looked extraordinary.

"You're the prefect?" Jingyue glanced at him.

"Well, it is the newly transferred prefect of Qianzhou, Zu Hongbo. ”

Although Zu Hongbo is the prefect, he is not half arrogant, and in front of the two, he only considers himself to be subordinate.

"The people in the city are about to starve to death, but you are still living in the mansion?" Jingyue snorted coldly and scolded bluntly.

"The prefect hasn't eaten for several days, and he is so worried about the disaster relief food that he can't even drink the rice soup, so he gave us all the ......."

"Shut up!"

Zu Hongbo glanced at the servant, looked at Jingyue with an apologetic face, and said in a low voice: "I will give an explanation to the people about this matter." ”

"How many days can I give?"

"Two days at most. ”

"Then the poor monk will wait for you for two more days, and after two days, if the food has not yet arrived, I will cut your flesh and give it to the people. ”

"There are no complaints. ”

The ancestral prefect's attitude was sincere, so that Jingyue could not be scolded, and after saying a few words, he snorted angrily, and pulled up Ling Bai, who was silent and speechless, and walked out.

Walking out into the street,

Jingyue frowned and asked, "Senior brother, was my attitude too bad just now?"

hehe

Bad? where will it be....

Ling Bai shook his head.

The servants in the palace said that Zu Hongbo had not eaten for several days and had been worrying about the disaster relief food.

It stands to reason that he should be a good official who asks for the people's life.

But from the very beginning,

He saw Zu Hongbo's abnormality.

Zu Hongbo put makeup on his face and powdered it...... The pale look on his face was all disguised.

Damn,

If it weren't for learning makeup for a few days in college, it would have been easy to be fooled by Zu Hongbo.

As one of the three major evil arts in Asia, makeup is used,

The level of the Qing Dynasty was far from being comparable to that of 17 years.

After listening to Ling Bai's analysis, Jingyue was shocked, and said that she was going to go in and cut people again.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Jingyue, we'll come back in the evening. ”

Ling Bai smiled lightly,

He has seen a lot of TV dramas that people with ghosts in their hearts usually discuss confidential matters with some people hidden in the shadows at night, and the protagonist happens to hear them tell their secrets and reveal them at this time, and smash the enemy's conspiracy in one fell swoop.

Art originates from life,

He has every reason to believe that

These two hundred and five must have to wait until the dead of night to whisper something.

.......

The two quickly left.

After walking around the city for most of the time, the vendors along the street and even the noodle stalls were withdrawn, and the economy was in a depression.

Fortunately, at a corner in front of me, I met an old man who bought steamed buns.

Lao Suo was dressed in brocade clothes, wearing a jade wrench on his hand, and sat leisurely on the rocking chair.

This style of painting is a bit messy,

So much so that Jingyue didn't react for a while, this fucking is a steamed bun seller.

"Donor, how do you sell steamed buns?"

The brocade-clothed old man squinted at the two monks wearing shabby monk's robes, and said with a smile: "10 taels of silver each." ”

hehe

Robbery,

10 taels of silver will buy all your wives.

Jingyue held back her anger and drew her sword coldly.

"Yo, do you still want to rob it? The brocade-clothed old man laughed dryly, and two big men slowly walked out of the shadows behind him.

Their expressions are cold, their steps are steady, and their breath is long, and they are martial artists with small internal achievements at a glance.

Ling Bai glanced at Jingyue and said with a smile: "Money is something outside the body, 10 taels only. Brother, let's buy ...... Half. ”

hiss

The brocade-clothed old man shook his eyes and laughed, "Interesting, interesting, buy half of it..... I thought the two monks were rich...."

He took two steps forward, lifted the white cloth in front of the stall, took out a steamed bun that was only half the size of a fist, broke off half of it, and handed it to Jingyue, who had been groping for a long time and found 5 taels of broken silver.

Better half

He took it in his hand,

Slowly let go,

Snap,

Rolled twice on the ground,

He was then trampled under a black boot.