Chapter 328: The Demon Concubine Does Not Harm the Country, She Only Wants to Harm the Imperial Master (Thirty-Two)
As time passed, Xiang Zhige arrived at Sishui Pass, thousands of miles away.
She shook her head and looked at the slowly opening city gate, her gaze slowly sweeping across the faces on both sides that kept looking in her direction.
To be honest, it's a bit creepy.
The creepy thing is that although they all look different, the numb expressions on their faces seem to be copied, and their eyes are empty and confused.
She has seen too much along the way.
She still remembered that she also grew up in the border area when she was young. At that time, her father was not yet old, the Hui Kingdom did not dare to invade, and the desert was vast and endless.
It is also an important border town. The people in my hometown always have smiles on their faces and look energetic every day.
But in the past few years since she entered the palace, she had no idea what was happening outside. As she marched all the way to Sishui Pass, the faces of the people in her memory gradually changed in reality, and the bustling people of the past no longer existed.
The farther away from the capital, the more heartbroken I feel.
From being in rags to selling children, from using human bones as firewood to exchanging children for food...
She had seen too much, and her previous dissatisfaction with Yue Wu's lazy governance began to turn into hatred involuntarily.
Even just now, this hatred almost reached its peak.
She stared at the yamen runner who came to meet her without saying a word, her beautiful eyes burning with a faint fire: "What do you mean missing? Explain clearly!"
The yamen runner in front of the city gate shuddered, his thin face full of fear, and he stammered, "General Xiang, General Xiang, I really don't know where the prefect has gone. There is no one at the mansion..."
Xiang Zhige took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice, "It's such a huge prefectural residence, and there's not a single person here?"
The yamen runner who came to report the incident replied with a stiff upper lip, "Yes! The prefect's residence is empty. It seems he...ran away."
What do you mean? It just ran away!
How did such a treacherous person become the prefect?
Stupid ruler... Stupid ruler!
The yamen runner secretly raised his eyes to look at the person sitting on the tall horse. Although she was a woman, she was full of awe in her military uniform. He didn't dare to ask him to ignore her and added quickly: "I really don't know. The prefect hasn't come to the yamen for a long time. The prefect's mansion is often closed. I don't know when he left..."
Xiang Zhige swallowed and raised his hand to stop the yamen runner from speaking: "Forget it, take me to the granary first."
This year's taxes have not yet been collected, and Xiang Zhige wants to allocate some of them as food and fodder, and at the same time distribute some food to the hungry and emaciated people in Sishui Pass.
But when he arrived at the warehouse and looked at the empty granary, Xiang Zhige could no longer bear it and drew his sword to chop at the door: "Asshole, asshole!"
When the prefect left Sishui Pass, he had already planned to take his family and hide his identity. It was like plucking feathers from a passing goose. He took away everything he could. How could he possibly keep the collected grain?
A few days later, Yu Huo finally received a letter from Xiang Zhige.
In the letter, Xiang Zhige was so angry that he cursed the prefect's human organs over and over again, and finally cried to Yu Huo, asking when the food and grass would arrive?
Yu Huo closed the letter, looked at the stack of visiting cards in front of him, and murmured softly: "Soon..."
The capital city has always been a place of right and wrong, and many people know that Qian Shiren went to the Imperial Master's Mansion to deliver horses.
At the beginning, these merchants secretly cursed Qian Shiren in their hearts for only knowing how to curry favor and being a fool who gave money away.
But when Qian Shiren left the capital and sold the first piece of high-priced glass in Hui State, these merchants finally could not sit still. In addition to cursing Qian Shiren in their hearts even more annoyed, they began to send invitations to the Imperial Master's Mansion desperately.
Colored glass is worth a fortune, and they are all blinded by the profits and are trying their best to get a piece of the pie in the colored glass business.
With this carrot in hand, no one dared to delay the military supplies that had been promised to them. For a moment, the capital city, which had been quiet for a long time, came alive again. Money, food, and people arrived one after another and rushed towards Sishui Pass.
Unfortunately, the Imperial Master's Mansion remained closed. All the posts were received, but there was no response, not a single one.
Winter is barren. Except for the red plum blossoms, all the plants seem to have fallen into a deep sleep. Even the soil is frozen stiff and lifeless.
The snow in the courtyard had been cleared. Jiang Feng's slender figure leaned against the door frame, his phoenix eyes fixed on the young man who was sitting at the stone table drinking alone.
The other person was wearing a green cloth shirt today, with his legs crossed lazily, but his demeanor was still outstanding. From a distance, he looked like an evergreen tree that was not moved by the four seasons, adding a touch of vitality to the cold winter.
Perhaps his gaze was too scorching, the drinking young man raised his eyes and met his gaze, neither avoiding nor giving way.
"Mr. Jiang, you've been staying in my house for almost a month. Aren't you planning to leave?"
Jiang Feng curled his lips when he heard that, faced that light gaze, adjusted his posture, and walked towards that person step by step.
He didn't respond to the other person's seemingly dismissive words. Instead, he extended his fingertips and gently touched the wall of the wine glass in his hand, frowning slightly: "You want cold wine?"
The young man's seemingly frail wrist moved slightly, and he removed the cup: "Cold wine is more potent."
Jiang Feng sighed helplessly, reaching out and grabbing the wine glass without saying a word: "If you keep going on like this, your body will be ruined!"
It's no wonder he was worried. Although Yu Huo looked in good spirits, he was really too thin. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he felt like he was holding a handful of bones.
Take the hand without the wine glass for example. Although the finger bones are slender and beautiful, they are so weak and white that they seem like they will break with a slight bend.
In response to this, Yu Huo could only sigh.
This body is not in good condition, what can he do?
Looking at Jiang Feng's worried eyes, Yu Huo smacked his lips, as if he had given in.
"Although I look thin, I won't die that easily."
Jiang Feng placed the wine glass out of Yu Huo's reach, then leisurely sat down beside him and spoke softly, "Are you worried about Xiang Zhige?"
Yu Huo sneered: "Thank you for the invitation, you think too much, I'm just craving wine!"
Jiang Feng didn't believe it.
Don't be fooled by his sharp tongue. In fact, from everything he did after arriving in the capital, we can see that Yu Huo is a very soft-hearted person. He is soft-hearted towards the laborers who built the Yunding Pavilion, and he is soft-hearted towards the people on the border who suffered from looting and war. He is also soft-hearted towards the princess who was almost married off.
He was compassionate and could not stand bullying the weak, starving people everywhere, or tolerate women marrying off as foreign princes, all because he had a soft heart.
Jiang Feng pursed his lips and suddenly asked, "When are you going to meet those businessmen?"
Yu Huo glanced at him, a cold look flashing in his eyes: "Let them wait..."
Jiang Feng raised his eyebrows. This seemed to be an expected answer.
Because he knew that the young man's soft heart was wrapped in sharpness.
His softness is also conditional...
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