Chapter 110: He's got you covered, what are you afraid of?

The bonfire was quickly set up, and Xie Lingyun specifically instructed that the animal meat be chopped into smaller pieces to ensure that every citizen could taste the minced meat.

After the meat was put into the pot, Xu Yan's men brought coarse salt for cooking, while Jiang Qingyue went back to the tent and got some herbs that could be used to make medicinal food, and asked them to put them into the pot together.

"Thank you, General, Third Miss."

Since Xie Lingyun was going to suppress the bandits as a general this time, Xu Yan and others also called him that.

Xu Yan has already found out what happened. It turned out that the young man was too cold, so he kept getting closer to the fire. By the time others smelled the smell and realized something was wrong, the young man had already been burned to death in the fire.

Jiang Qingyue shook her head. "He wasn't burned to death. He must have been frozen to death, so he didn't struggle at all when the fire burned."

Xu Yan sighed.

In just half a month, he has witnessed too many life and death situations.

Xie Lingyun's cold eyes swept across the leaky medical tents, and his expression suddenly darkened.

"Did the Seventh Prince ask you to build this shed?"

Xu Yan replied respectfully, "Originally, the only porridge stall set up outside the city was Miss Jiang's. Later, when the Seventh Prince was ordered to resettle the refugees, he also had someone set up a similar stall."

Xie Lingyun's face looked terrifying, as if a storm was coming.

There was a shortage of food, and the supply of medicinal materials was withheld. Even the sheds where the people lived were so perfunctory.

It’s the dead of winter!

Jiang Qingyue knew what Xie Lingyun was thinking, and she had already had opinions about these things.

But she always remembered her identity. She was just a doctor who treated people.

As for resettlement, that is not her business.

The water in the cold pot gradually boiled, white steam rose up, and slowly, the long-lost meat aroma spread, penetrated into everyone's nostrils, and penetrated into every inch of dry skin.

The aroma became stronger and stronger, and the previously lifeless and hopeless place was now filled with the sound of swallowing saliva.

At this moment, clusters of fires in the darkness rekindled the light of living people.

After the broth was cooked, the guards distributed it to the people.

Several guards under Xu Yan tried to scoop the minced meat from the pot, but were scolded back by Xie Lingyun's men.

They are the guards of the Seventh Prince, but their prince is not here.

And these are Xie Lingyun's soldiers, and Xie Lingyun is here at this moment.

After all, it was the prey they hunted, so the guards could only put the meat back dejectedly.

I thought they were eating it themselves, but they actually put a piece of meat in every bowl, without distinguishing between generals and civilians.

The guards looked at each other.

Is Xie Lingyun mentally ill? Why doesn't he eat the meat himself but gives it to these untouchables?

There were three or four hundred civilians, plus Chu Hean's dozens of guards, and Xie Lingyun and others, and everyone only got one bowl.

"Meat! There's really meat!"

"There's meat to eat!"

The people cheered.

"Miss."

Yuxiao brought a bowl to Jiang Qingyue. It was very hot and just the right amount to warm her body.

After Jiang Qingyue took it, Yuxiao wanted to give her the meat in her bowl as well.

Jiang Qingyue turned aside and said, "No, that taste just now... I can't eat it now."

The smell just now was indeed disgusting, but when I smelled the broth, the hunger in my stomach had already taken over.

How could she not eat? It was just that each person was only given one bowl of broth. Yuxiao had to help her with things and do some physical work, so she needed to fill her stomach and save some strength.

Jiang Qingyue calmed herself down, then lowered her head and drank her broth in small sips.

Seeing that the young lady had already started drinking the soup, Yuxiao licked the corner of her lips and lowered her head to eat her own.

No one was willing to drink it all in one breath, and they all sipped the hot broth in small sips.

Jiang Qingyue specially put some herbs in the soup. Although one bowl was not enough to fill her stomach, she felt relaxed after eating the broth.

Jiang Qingyue had finished her drink and was about to return the empty bowl when Xie Lingyun suddenly handed her another bowl.

"You put some medicinal herbs in it, and I can't eat it."

Jiang Qingyue looked down and saw that the bowl of broth had not even been touched.

"They are just some herbs for epidemic prevention, which can be used to make medicinal food. They basically have no taste."

Jiang Qingyue turned and walked away. "If the court doesn't send food tomorrow, you'll have to find a way. If you don't eat, you won't have the energy tomorrow."

Xie Lingyun glanced at the broth in the bowl and remained indifferent.

Jiang Qingyue frowned, "Cousin, are you afraid of heat?"

He responded vaguely.

Jiang Qingyue felt a little disgusted. Why was he still acting like a prince at this time?

It's really hard to please.

She blew casually twice on the broth in the bowl through her veil.

"Okay, drink it."

Xie Lingyun felt a tightness in his chest. He opened his lips, but didn't know what to say. He just lowered his head and drank it in one gulp.

Jiang Qingyue glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes and hurriedly took his bowl.

"You're stupid. I just blew on you to cool you down a little, but you're still hot down there."

It was indeed hot, so hot that Xie Lingyun's tongue felt numb.

He cleared his throat and uttered two words.

"fine."

A white-haired old woman, so thin that she was just a bag of bones, was supported by her family and tremblingly took the coarse earthenware bowl handed to her by a soldier.

The broth in the bowl was covered with oil and a few small pieces of boiled meat were floating pitifully on the surface of the soup.

Her dry, branch-like fingers clasped the rough edge of the bowl tightly, and turbid old tears flowed out and dripped into the boiling soup.

Her lips trembled, and she burst into tears of gratitude at the figures of Xie Lingyun and Jiang Qingyue standing beside her.

“Bodhisattva…it’s the Bodhisattva! The Bodhisattva who saved my life!”

Suddenly, the people held the bowls in their hands and kowtowed to them.

Jiang Qingyue, Yuxiao and others were busy trying to persuade them to get up, but Xie Lingyun remained motionless. His cold eyes scanned the people one by one, and finally settled on the last few people who knelt down.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed for a moment, but then he raised the corners of his lips, revealing a half-smile.

The next day, there was still no sign of the gates of Yanjing City opening, and Xie Lingyun called Xu Yan over early in the morning, pointed at the medical tents, and asked him to find a solution himself.

I don’t want to say that the requirements are very high, but at least it can keep out the wind and cold.

Xu Yan was a little worried, and his subordinates were even more complaining.

"Why should he interfere in matters that our prince doesn't care about?"

"Brother Xu, do we really have to listen to him?"

Xu Yan gritted his teeth and said, "He is the general, we can only listen to him."

"But we are the Seventh Prince's men!"

"But it was Xie Lingyun who went hunting yesterday and gave us soup to eat!"

Xu Yan grabbed the man's collar.

"The prince left us here, but did he care about our lives?"

Just this one sentence made the guards speechless.

"But there are so many medical tents. How can we handle them all with just a few of us?"

At this time, Jiang Qingyue's cold voice reminded from the side.

"Officials and the people are one family. We are all citizens of Daqi. Since we are thinking about the people, as long as you ask, there will naturally be people willing to help."

"Are you afraid of the prince's blame?"

Jiang Qingyue pointed at Xie Lingyun who had just stepped into the tent and said, "He's got you covered, what are you afraid of?"