Chapter 42

The cold wind is rolling snow, and the official roads outside the city are rising with dust. 800 soldiers are light and easy to follow, waiting for Xiao Zhige's order to go to Yanzhou. These soldiers were all cronies brought back by Xiao Zhige when he returned to Beijing from Yanzhou. After two or three months in the prosperous place of Yejing, they heard that they were going to leave for Yanzhou, and their morale was high. Even standing at the gate of the city, you can hear the regular echo.

An Changqing, wrapped in fox fur, craned her neck to look at the dust and smoke in the distance. The palace has spread the news that the king of Northern War will go to Yanzhou to fight against Beidi.

I felt the package I had brought with me, which contained light clothes, dry food and liquor. He specially prepared it for Xiao Zhige. But at this time, he must have been in the camp outside the city. I don't know if he has the chance to give this package to him.

An Changqing sighed gently and unconsciously hugged the package in her arms.

The distant shouts of soldiers and soldiers also attracted the attention of others outside the city. The congee shed of the palace is located outside Yejing city. Besides getting a bowl of hot porridge every morning, this simple shed can also provide temporary shelter for those who have nowhere to go. Because of the cold weather, a charcoal pot will be placed in the porridge shed every night. Compared with some simple inns, there are more people in the porridge shed, and there are charcoal pots, which are warmer. Therefore, in addition to some beggars and refugees, some poor scholars will spend the night together in the porridge shed.

Only the beggars and scholars are two distinct camps.

An old beggar, listening to the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, sighed: "there's going to be a war again. I heard that many people died in the disaster in the north. I don't know whether this battle can be won or not."

"With the king of Northern War guarding, those northern barbarians still have the courage to come?"

"Isn't the Northern Warlord not at the border?" Someone whispered: "the northern barbarian doesn't want to take advantage of the situation. If it really breaks the city, I don't know how many people will die."

The beggars on this side whispered, and the scholars on the other side heard it. They looked different. Someone couldn't help laughing: "this Daye is not only a general of the northern warlord, but also a cruel general. Are you really a Bodhisattva? It's really shortsighted

The scholar was dressed in a grey cotton padded robe. Although he was crowded in a small porridge shed, he managed himself neatly. He looked proud and looked at the beggar on the other side with contempt.

The disdained beggars looked at the scholar with a bad look. The oldest one pressed his hand down and motioned others to be calm. He looked at the scholar and said, "we beggars have no knowledge. But I also know that I shouldn't hold up the bowl to call Niang and put down the bowl to curse Niang. This young man is so dissatisfied with the Northern Warlord that he lives in the porridge shed of the Northern Warlord's mansion? "

Who didn't know that the porridge shed outside the city was built by the Northern Warlord's residence? It is said that the price of rice and winter clothes in the city has gone up so high, and only the shops in the Northern Warlord's mansion have not gone up. The big guy just managed to get by. Later, when other shops in the city saw that no one bought them at a high price, they were forced to lower their prices.

The common people in Yejing keep these things in mind. Although the princess did good things in detail, now no one will say a bad word about the Northern Warlord. After all, it's said that husband and wife are one. Can the prince not know what the princess does?

As for the rumors that used to spread all over the streets, just have fun. After all, no one has seen it with his own eyes, but the benefits are real. But anyone who has a little conscience, even if the heart is still murmuring, the mouth has no face to say.

I didn't expect that these literate scholars, on the contrary, didn't understand the truth as they didn't know one big word.

The scholar choked and blushed. After a while, he choked his neck and said, "the king of Northern War was ordered by the emperor to relieve the disaster. These are his duties. It is to thank, and it is also to thank the present saint! "

"Besides, don't forget that he once killed tens of thousands of prisoners. Such a cruel man may turn around and kill back the Beidi people, and then kill the people of Daye for fun!"

The more the scholar said, the more he felt that he was reasonable, and he said proudly, "Daye governs the country with benevolence and filial piety. Such a cruel and bloodthirsty general is not worth praising. "

"Nonsense." A young beggar spat at him: "Beidi people don't have a good thing. If you don't kill them, will you put them back to kill us ye people?"

"That's right, the books are all in the dog's stomach!"

"I've never read a book, and I know more than he does!"

What little beggars like most recently is that Mr. Shuoshu tells the story of the king and the princess of the Northern War. They also love the king of the Northern War, who they were afraid of. They all dream that they can become heroes to fight against the enemy. They can't hear a bad word from others.

The scholar's face turned red and white when he was scolded by several beggars. He subconsciously turned back to seek the support of his companions, but found that all the companions sat on the other side, and none of them supported him.

When he looked at it, some people said, "Sir, we should be grateful for the kindness we have received. Instead of being the ungrateful and shameless

Look around again, it's full of disdain. The scholar looked around, and there was no one willing to stand with him. He could only snort indignantly and throw his sleeve out of the porridge shed.Behind him, there was a little beggar shouting: "if you really have the ability, don't come later!"

***

what happened on the other side of the porridge shed, an Changqing didn't know, and certainly didn't know. The reputation of Xiao Zhige, the king of the Northern War, had begun to change quietly. At this time, he sat in the porridge shed, looking up at the direction of the camp, holding the package for Xiao Zhige in his arms.

With a glimmer of hope in his heart, he thought that iron tiger was still with him, and Xiao Zhige should not set out directly.

Just thinking about it, he listened to the iron tiger behind him: "someone is coming!"

An Changqing suddenly stood up and looked eagerly at the official road in the distance. On the snowy official road, a man galloped his horse. The black gold gun behind him refracted the cold light and rolled up the snowstorm.

"It's the Lord." Iron Tiger Road.

Before his words came down, an Changqing had already picked up the package and ran out.

It's snowy outside, but an Changqing doesn't feel cold. She stares at her more and more clear figure with a bigger smile on her face.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhige didn't leave immediately. He still has a lot to say.

Xiao Zhige had good eyesight. He saw him waiting in the wind and snow from a distance. He speeded up with a whip and arrived in front of him in a moment.

An Changqing, wearing his fox fur, was covered with snowflakes, but her eyes were shining at him: "fortunately, I'm waiting here, and I'll come and see you."

Then, thinking of something, he quickly put the package into his hand: "I have prepared dry food and liquor for the king to use on the road."

Xiao Zhige sighed, hung the package on the saddle, brushed off the snowflakes for him, and then held his frozen green hand and rubbed it gently: "why don't you wait in the house? It's cold here. "

"I'm afraid you won't have time." An Changqing knew that after he left the palace, he went to the camp outside the city. The war was urgent. He didn't know whether Xiao Zhige would return to his house, so he had to wait at the gate of the city. If Xiao Zhige had time to return to his house, he would wait here, which would save him time to go back and forth.

Xiao Zhige gave a short smile, touched his cheek with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to leave for Yanzhou immediately. Everything in the palace is up to you, and Tiehu is here to protect you. I left two hundred soldiers in the camp outside the city. In case something happens, I'll ask Tiehu to take my seal to transfer people. "

After a pause, he hugged the man in his arms and said in his ear: -- Wait for me to come back

Parting is around the corner, men are not good at comfort, can only use a strong hug to tell their reluctant.

An Changqing fondly rubbed against his chest and then stepped back from his arms. He said with a straight face: "I wish you a successful victory and a speedy return. I I'll see you back in the mansion. "

Xiao Zhige gave him a deep look and turned his eyes to the Iron Tiger. Su Rong said, "please protect the princess. This is the military order!"

The iron tiger had a whole look. He was still worried about not being able to go to Yanzhou. However, the general's serious look made him realize the importance of the princess. He knelt down on the snow and said, "I'll take orders!"

"I'm going."

Looking at an Changqing for the last time, Xiao Zhige strode to mount his horse. This time, he never looked back.

An Changqing had been standing in the snow until she could no longer see Xiao Zhige's back, so she was in a trance. Clearly before there are thousands of words to say, visible people, but forget everything. Chagrin ground clenched fist, an Changqing looks at the horseshoe mark on snow ground way: "go back."

***

on February 25, the king of the Northern War led 800 of his cronies to Yanzhou by day and night.

On the first day of March, Yanzhou 800 Li urgent letter, North Di RI Lun Wang Huyan art led 50000 elite attack Yanyun county.

On the 10th day of March, it snowed intermittently in Yejing for nearly a month, and finally stopped. The gray sky began to clear up, and the snow melted, revealing the green shoots covered by the snow.

Spring is coming at last.

People hiding at home all day long finally began to go out to shovel snow. Jing Zhaoyin also sent out officers and soldiers to clean up the snow. However, on the third or fifth day, there was almost no trace of snow in Yejing City, and there was new green everywhere.

The congee shed outside the city has also been removed, and there are few rice shops and winter clothes left. An Changqing and the shop managers worked out the accounts. The white rice in winter clothes and the charcoal cost a total of 1.3 million taels of silver. Rice grains and winter clothes are sold at normal prices, and a small half of them are used to relieve the victims. It's just the same after this calculation. It's worth the money. However, the profits were huge. 15000 Jin of charcoal earned nearly 700000 taels of silver.

An Changqing sent a reward to the stewards, and then took Zhou Helan back to the palace together.

Now there is only one master left in the palace, and an Changqing is not in the palace all day. Most of them are outside to inspect Chuang Tzu's shops. Even the servants in the palace feel that the palace is much desolate after the Lord leaves.

After washing and changing her clothes, an Changqing sat on the bed alone, touched the cold quilt, and sighed. Habit is really a terrible thing, quietly call you used to a person's existence, after, but also used to his absence.

After a while, he thought of something. He bent over to open the second cupboard at the head of the bed and took out the prescription and cream. He blushed and hesitated for a while. He thought that someone who should have arrived in Yanzhou early but had no news back, finally he slowly followed the steps written in the prescription, step by step