Jing Qingyun wanted to laugh, but the current situation did not allow him to act recklessly.
“Weiwei, I know a secluded mountain villa nearby that can easily accommodate several hundred of us, but…”
Sheng Lingwei's eyes lit up. "But what?"
Jing Qingyun sighed, "However, that place is not unclaimed; we need the owner's permission to enter the manor."
Sheng Lingwei pondered for a moment.
"Xiao Yunzi, how long will it take to get to the manor from here? If we can't get there within an hour, we can just find a forest nearby."
She prefers to rely on herself for everything and doesn't want to ask others for help, which doesn't fit her villainous character.
Besides, she has a spatial ability and isn't afraid of anything.
Jing Qingyun seemed to see through Sheng Lingwei's thoughts. He felt helpless but also guilty. As a man, he ultimately failed to give Weiwei enough security.
"Weiwei, I'm the one who's dragging you down. You don't need to get involved in anything else; I'll handle everything. You just need to take care of yourself."
Sheng Lingwei smiled and nodded, her eyes crinkling. "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyunzi."
Jing Qingyun's eyes lit up instantly, her heart leaped with joy, and she felt full of energy.
It's confirmed, he's the epitome of a love-obsessed person.
After everyone had packed their things, Jing Qingyun immediately mounted his horse and waved his hand.
"I'll lead the way, everyone stay close and don't fall behind."
"Yes, Prince Jing."
Although Jing Qingyun had been demoted to a commoner, they still habitually called him Prince Jing.
Zhao Dong arranged for some elderly people and children to sit in horse-drawn carriages and pushcarts. There were five pushcarts and three horse-drawn carriages in total, which were used by the officers and soldiers to carry food and daily necessities.
The Jing family members also all boarded the carriage.
Of course, they rode in the same carriage that Rong Mama and the others rode in. As for Rong Mama and Bai Ji Bai Shu, they rode in a carriage with Sheng Lingwei.
The group of over three hundred people sped up and followed Jing Qingyun without stopping. Wherever they went, dust billowed up and lingered for a long time.
Led by Jing Qingyun, the group turned onto a secluded mountain path. After crossing the path, they arrived at a mountain villa surrounded by high walls, which looked mysterious and ancient.
Above the solemn and imposing gate hangs a black plaque with four large golden characters engraved on it: Worry-Free Manor.
The font is vigorous and powerful, giving people a sense of grandeur.
Upon seeing this, everyone felt a sense of competition; the owner of the manor was no ordinary person.
"Knock knock... knock knock..."
Jing Qingyun dismounted and knocked on the door. "Is anyone inside? We have something to ask of you. Please open the door and we can talk."
After a while, the manor gate was opened, and two young men dressed in matching black clothes, with long swords hanging at their waists, looked at everyone with expressionless and wary expressions.
At this moment, a deep and authoritative middle-aged male voice rang out, "Who are you? Why have you come to my Worry-Free Manor?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man appeared at the entrance, his deep, cold eyes sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Jing Qingyun.
Jing Qingyun smiled and bowed respectfully to the man with her hands clasped in greeting.
"Hello, Uncle. My name is Jing Qingyun. We came to your manor to escape the impending hailstorm. We have nowhere else to go, so we have to come and bother you. We are truly sorry."
We sincerely hope you can take us in for the time being. We will pay you accordingly and will absolutely not damage a single brick or tile of your manor, nor will we cause you any trouble.
"hail?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, looked up at the sky, and saw dark clouds rolling, the sky darkening, and thunder and lightning—signs of an impending downpour.
He really didn't realize it was going to hail.
While pondering, the man looked at Jing Qingyun again, and after a moment of consideration, asked, "How did you know that it would hail?"
Jing Qingyun felt the change in wind speed, frowned, and spoke with a hint of anxiety.
"Uncle, I can tell you what I know, but could you please let us into the mountain villa to take shelter first? It's cold and damp right now, and the hail will come soon."
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, glanced at the exiled prisoners, and already knew what was going on. If it weren't for the name Jing Qingyun, he would never have let these people into the manor.
Fine, he'll be a good guy for now.
“Young Master Jing, I can let you hide in the manor for a while, but please be careful with your words and actions and do not wander around and disturb my young master’s peace, otherwise don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
Jing Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief and clasped her hands in thanks to the man: "Thank you for your generosity, Uncle. We are extremely grateful. Please rest assured, we are not the kind of people who have no manners and will definitely abide by your rules."
The man's expression softened slightly, and his eyes held a hint of appreciation. As expected of the renowned Prince Jing, his character was indeed quite good.
"Great Heat, Lesser Heat, lead the guests into the mountain resort."
The two boys in black respectfully accepted the order, "Yes, Uncle Kui."
Led by the two men, the group quickly entered the villa. They had just set up the carriages and carts when a fierce wind and rainstorm suddenly broke out, making the windows and leaves rattle loudly.
Then, hailstones the size of a child's fist, carrying a chilling cold and force, fell densely from the sky.
hail
The hailstones pounded on the roof tiles, making a loud banging sound. Fortunately, the tiles were of good quality and could withstand the damage for the time being. However, they didn't know if the tiles would hold up in the long run.
The flowers, plants, and trees in the backyard were battered and bruised by the hail in a short period of time, a truly pitiful sight.
More than three hundred people stood under the eaves, staring in disbelief at the layers of hail falling on the ground, and couldn't help but shiver.
Thankfully, they were lucky enough to escape the devastation of the hailstorm. They were grateful to Princess Chang Le for guiding them and helping them avoid this disaster.
Only now did they begin to believe what Rong Momo and the other four had said: Princess Chang Le might truly be a celestial being descended from heaven.
Luo Xingyuan patted her chest, her expression serious and earnest, and turned to look at Robin Yue and his son beside her.
"Father, brother, I've made up my mind. From today onwards, I will no longer idolize Prince Jing. Princess Chang Le has become the person I admire most, no, she is a goddess!"
"Heh, whatever makes you happy!"
The father and son said these words in unison, sighed inwardly, and looked at Luo Xingyuan with a complex expression.
Why are young girls these days so fickle?
Luo Xingyuan put her hands on her hips and snorted unhappily, "What? You don't believe what I'm saying?"
Robin glanced at his son Luo Xingyu, then turned his head away, deciding to avoid seeing him and getting annoyed.
Luo Xingyu sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. He knew it; his father always did this. Whenever his sister had a difficult problem, he would dump it all on him to handle.
He was the first to disagree with the notion that military generals were all muscular and brainless.
Look at his father, he's a cunning old fox!
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