Before they could go out, they heard a child's scream.
Baling trotted all the way out first.
By the time we all went out, Baling had already helped the little girl up. Next to him, a young man in black robes and a gloomy face was standing next to him holding a rather exquisite stick and pointing at Baling.
"Where are you, little girl? Are you tired of living? Believe it or not, I will beat you too!"
Among the followers nearby, one of the leading thugs recognized Baling and hurried up to alert the bully.
"Master, she is Ba Taoyao's sister, Baling! We still don't want to provoke her."
The leader snorted coldly and said with disdain on his face: "So what about Bataoyao? He is just a businessman and his status is low. What should he be afraid of?"
When Baling heard him insulting his sister, he said angrily: "Who are you? Why are you spitting shit?!"
When the man saw that Baling dared to scold him, his face turned cold and he raised the stick in his hand to hit him.
"Dare you scold me? Let me show you the power of my Feng Yuan stick technique!"
Seeing that the stick was about to fall, Meng He stepped forward suddenly, pulled away the evil slave next to him, reached out to grab the stick, and just twisted it, and the young man named Feng Yuan let go in pain.
Feng Yuan shouted, held his arm, and said angrily: "Dare to meddle in other people's business? Come on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of armored Imperial Guards came running in neat formation, led by Xianyang Ling Ying Jiang!
Ying Jiang gathered everyone around and was about to salute me when she saw me shaking my head slightly and said, "I've met you, sir!"
I walked forward, looked at Feng Yuan, and said calmly: "Feng Yuan? It's a good name, but it's a pity that it was used on you."
Feng Yuan saw that the imperial army had surrounded him, and he felt panicked. When he was in Changsha County, no one dared to surround him. Seeing Ying Jiang salute me, she forced herself to calm down and said, "Who are you?"
I waved.
"Ying Jiang, tell him who you are."
Ying Jiang took a step forward, her tone terrifyingly cold.
"I am Ying Jiang, the commander of Xianyang!"
Ying Jiang also received orders from Meng He to patrol the surrounding areas, openly ensuring my safety. Originally, Xianyang City was very lively today. Ying Jiang thought that she could show off in front of me this time and see how prosperous she managed Xianyang City. Unexpectedly, she had just left the city and inspected the surrounding area. This is what happened. Ying Jiang could not wait to draw his knife and chop him immediately!
I snorted coldly: "As for who I am? You don't deserve to hear it! Ying Jiang, send him to prison and hand him over to the Tingwei for trial!"
Ying Jiang said "take it", and the surrounding imperial guards immediately held down several people and prepared to send them to prison.
I ignored him. There were too many such scumbags who bullied others. It would be fine if I didn't meet him. Now that he dares to be so rampant in front of me, he must be punished.
I turned around to see who was being beaten, but I heard Feng Yuan shouting from behind me.
"My father is the governor of Changsha! Let me go quickly!"
Feng Yuan was really panicked now. No matter how lawless he was, he had heard about what the imperial edict was for. Regardless of being dragged by the imperial army, he kept shouting: "My father is the governor of Changsha! I came to Xianyang on important matters, please let me go!"
I paused. Is it the son of Changsha County Governor Feng Tuo? Why is he in Xianyang? Things seem to be getting interesting.
Over there, Ba Ling and Ying Lan had already helped the beaten man into the house.
I went back inside and took a closer look at her.
A little girl of eight or nine years old was lying on the couch. She was skin and bones from hunger. Her face and body were covered with scars, including old wounds and new wounds from a recent beating. Although spring has begun, the weather in Xianyang is still very cold, but the little girl doesn't even have a pair of shoes on her feet. Her feet are bruised and bruised. She has been walking barefoot in the cold winter for how long.
Baling and Ying Lan were busy feeding the little girl hot water and adding clothes. They were so distressed that they almost cried. Not to mention the two girls, even I couldn't bear it. How could Feng Yuan, a beast, have the heart to attack such a little girl!
After a long time, the little girl slowly woke up. Looking at the people in front of her, she huddled up tightly and trembled with fear.
Ying Lan quickly comforted: "Little sister, don't be afraid, we saved you. What is your name?"
Seeing that both Ying Lan and Baling were girls, the little girl slowly lowered her guard and muttered: "Wall."
Several people looked confused, how could anyone call it a wall?
Ying Lan asked: "Where are you from?"
The little girl shook her head: "%#%..."
Ying Lan and Baling stared at each other, not understanding!
Suddenly, Baling seemed to remember something and flew out of the wine shop.
Not long after, Baling ran over with a middle-aged woman, making the woman panting from exhaustion.
"Mu, come on, listen to see if you can understand what this little sister is saying. Little sister, repeat what you just said."
The little girl whispered a few more words, but it seemed different from what she heard just now?
The woman named Mu listened carefully and said, "Miss Ling, she spoke in the old Chu Mandarin. She said thank you for your help. I will never forget your great kindness."
I suddenly realized that no wonder, the original words spoken in the south were much harder to understand in the Qin Dynasty than in later generations.
I glanced at Baling, this little girl is of some use.
Baling continued: "Then ask her quickly, what is her name? Where is she from? Where is she going? Where are her parents?..."
I saw that she seemed to be checking her household registration, so I quickly interrupted: "Don't be anxious, take your time."
Only then did Baling shut up. Mu conveyed these questions to the little girl one by one, and then we learned about her life experience.
The little girl named Xiang has no father or mother. She grew up in Nan County and lived alone with her grandmother. Grandma also passed away last year, and the little girl was helpless. She heard people said that the grain piles in Xianyang's treasury were overflowing. She didn't know what the treasury was. She only knew that Xianyang had grain, so she asked while walking along the way to Xianyang. Come. After walking for more than half a year, I arrived in Xianyang in early spring. Unexpectedly, I was beaten severely as soon as I arrived in Xianyang.
Both of us were amazed after hearing this. For such a young child, it is hard to imagine how she walked all the way to Xianyang and how she escaped the wind, rain, and cold along the way. Fortunately, he met us, otherwise he would have been beaten to death today.
Ba Ling was so angry that he stood up suddenly, looked at me and said: "...We must avenge Xiang!"
After holding back for a long time, I didn't know how to address me or give me an "order", so I simply expressed my attitude directly.
Even Ying Lan, who had always been sensible, was furious and did not stop Baling.
I also felt that the little girl was too pitiful, so I nodded and said, "I will make him pay the price."
But at this time, I was thinking about more than just Xiang.
Feng Tuo, the governor of Changsha, I have heard of this person and met him at the court meeting. I don't have a good impression, nor a bad impression. But the only thing that stands out is that the grain that is handed over to the treasury every year is no less than that of those major grain-producing counties.
If it were a great court meeting, it would not be suspicious for Feng Yuan, as Feng Tuo's son, to travel at public expense. But there are still eight months left before the Great Court Meeting. What is Feng Yuan doing in Xianyang at this time? He was still shouting that something big happened, and he was afraid that something might happen in Changsha County.
Instructing Ying Lan and Ba Ling to take good care of Xiang, I turned around and took Meng He back to Xianyang Palace.
