After almost half a day's journey, Si Muqiao and his companions finally arrived at the gate of Guozhou City.
Along the way, they saw too many disaster victims.
During this period, I also chatted with the victims and learned about their current situation.
Whether it was what he saw or heard, it all indicated one thing: the situation in Guozhou City was not optimistic.
But when they arrived at the gate of Guozhou City, they saw a scene that made them feel very uncomfortable.
Yes. It's incompatible.
There are heavy troops guarding outside the gate of Guozhou City, and there are soldiers patrolling the city walls constantly.
There were seven or eight tents set up at the entrance, and two blazing fires next to them.
There were two large iron pots placed above the flames, and in the iron pots there was bubbling white porridge that was steaming.
In front of the white porridge, there were two rows of people holding their bowls in both hands.
Those people were dressed in rags and had dirty faces. They did not fight or quarrel and were very quiet.
"Young Master, do you feel these people are strange?" Si Muqiao asked.
"It's very strange. They look more like victims who were coerced."
After hearing what Murong Qingli said, Si Muqiao observed carefully.
You know what, they really look alike!
If there really was a queue for white porridge, the victims who had been hungry for so long would definitely be excited and looking forward to it when they saw the delicious white porridge, right?
But most of those people had dull looks in their eyes, without any joy in them, and some even looked worried and numb.
Moreover, all the people queuing were adults, and I didn’t see a single child.
"How about I go over and ask?" Si Muqiao raised her leg and wanted to go over.
"No need, let's go straight into the city." Murong Qingli pulled her back and sat her down.
"Yes." Upon hearing this, Guo Fu, who was driving the carriage outside, quickly waved the whip and continued on his way.
When they reached the city gate, they were stopped by the city guards as expected.
"Stop, what are you doing?"
Guo Fu didn't waste any words. He just held up a gold medal, and said with a haughty attitude and a rebuke in his voice.
"How dare you! This is Lord Rong, sent by His Majesty to support the Imperial Envoy. Why don't you open the city gates quickly?"
The gold medal held high in his hand flashed brightly under the sunlight, making people dizzy.
Seeing how strong his momentum was, the soldiers defending the city, who had just looked fierce, as well as the soldiers around him, all knelt down immediately.
Even the people who were queuing up for porridge were kneeling with their heads on the ground.
"Sir, could you allow me to report to Lord Wang first so that Lord Wang can come and greet you?" said the soldier kneeling on the ground.
"No need, I'll go in directly." Murong Qingli's cold voice came from the carriage.
"this……"
"What? You dare to disobey the Holy Order?"
An, holding the sword, stood up on the carriage and pulled the sword out two inches.
He was originally a secret guard beside Murong Qingli, with a low-key appearance and little Mandarin speaking.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, the strong murderous aura and power in his body suddenly came out, frightening the guard so much that he dared not look up or refute.
"Open...open the city gate!" The guard finally chose to compromise.
The gates of Guozhou City were wide open, and Guo Fu was about to drive in.
But at this moment, a citizen who was kneeling in the distance suddenly stood up and ran towards this side.
"Sir, I have something to say..."
Before the man got close to the carriage, a sharp arrow suddenly flew towards him from the city wall.
A "click" sound was heard.
It was An Yi who acted in time and used a stone to knock the fatal arrow to the ground.
That’s not all. An Yi, with his lightning-fast figure, stood up from the carriage in time and flew into the air, and grabbed the arrow that he had shot away.
He turned around and threw the arrow towards the guard who had just attacked.
"Ah!" A scream of pain pierced the sky.
Then I saw the guard who had just attacked the civilians falling straight towards the city gate.
In contrast to his extremely embarrassed state, An Yi landed steadily with a handsome posture.
His face was still so ordinary and unmemorable, but no one dared to ignore him at this moment.
"Wow, An Yi is so cool!" Si Muqiao was completely stunned.
This must be the legendary master!
It’s so so so so amazing!
This isn't like filming a movie with wires, this is real people flying in front of her!
The set of movements was smooth and flowing, without any hesitation, which gave her a complete visual impact!
She even wanted to grab An Yi and ask him how he could make such an accurate judgment in such a short time and act so decisively.
"Cough." Guo Fu outside coughed dryly in time, reminding Si Muqiao to restrain himself.
Si Muqiao understood what he meant and immediately returned to his obedient and submissive appearance.
"How dare you! How dare you kill innocent people in front of Lord Rong? Who gave you the guts?" Guo Fu shouted.
"Your Excellency, the drought has been severe recently, and there are often bandits pretending to be innocent people trying to cause trouble. I thought... I thought he wanted to assassinate you, Your Excellency."
"Hehe, An Yi, bring them all up." Murong Qingli sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.
"Yes." An nodded and walked over expressionlessly.
In his left hand he held the civilian who had collapsed on the ground out of fear, and in his right hand he held the archer guard who had been shot in the right arm and had his arms and legs broken.
He threw them into the carriage.
"Thank... Thank you, sir." The commoner thanked with trembling lips.
As for the guard who broke his arms and legs, his clothes were now stained red with blood, his expression was extremely painful, and he lay on the edge of the carriage, unable to move at all.
"Bandage him and don't let him die so easily." Murong Qingli's cold and calm voice came from the carriage.
An Yi immediately looked at the commoner whom he had grabbed and put into the carriage.
"Yes, yes."
The people immediately nodded like quails, then stared at their hands blankly, at a loss as to what to do.
At the critical moment, a white and slender hand suddenly stretched out from the carriage.
There was a roll of bandage in his hand and he handed it to him.
"Just use this to wrap his wound." Si Muqiao kindly reminded.
"Yes, yes." After hearing the heavenly music, the commoner nodded repeatedly, then took the bandage with trembling hands.
At this moment, Guo Fu was very tactful and waved his whip and drove towards the city.
Behind him, the guard who had just spoken while kneeling on the ground stood up and whispered with a gloomy look in his eyes.
"So what if they came from the capital? They are just four people."
"Go, report to Lord Wang immediately."
"By the way, sir, how should we deal with these people at the door?"
"yes."
In Guozhou City, there are still pedestrians on the streets, and there are open wine shops, teahouses, restaurants, and shops.
However, there were not many pedestrians on the street. Before I had walked far, I saw a number of beggars squatting or lying in the corners.
Si Muqiao accidentally glanced along the curtain of the car and caught a glimpse of a very dark and thin boy, almost skin and bones, kneeling in front of a restaurant and kowtowing continuously, asking for some food.
But he was mercilessly kicked to the ground by someone in the restaurant.
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