When Prince Jing saw the embarrassed three people appearing, the dismay in his eyes was almost written on his face.
"It's really unlucky. You have only been out of the capital for a long time, and you actually encountered this kind of thing. I will send people to find those who have been separated. Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Prince Jing clenched his back molars to stop himself from laughing and thought: Why do these people always have such good luck, and why do they have to escape again?
With the help of King Jing's false feelings, the two teams finally met and they merged smoothly.
Shantao looked at the faces of Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun who had returned to the team and cried and laughed.
"You are finally back, my heavenly Bodhisattva. I have been worried to death all night."
Faced with her hypocrisy, Zhan Qingyue didn't even give her an extra look.
When Shantao saw this, he didn't ask for trouble. Instead, he thanked Prince Jing respectfully and ingratiatingly.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for sending my young lady and uncle back. Otherwise, I don't know how I would have gone back to explain to my family."
Prince Jing didn't react much to her overtures. He just gave her a look, nodded, and walked away.
Everyone in Zhan Qingyue's team had a tacit understanding and did not ask Prince Jing about their purpose of coming out this time. The two teams just kept walking on the official road to the south.
A few days later, I suddenly met a group of people with their families on the official road, carrying luggage, pots and pans, and ragged pedestrians.
Their eyes were confused, the shoes on their feet were so big that their thumbs were exposed, and the burdens they carried on their shoulders were almost wearing out the skin on their shoulders.
Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun looked at the team and couldn't help but look at each other, and they also had an idea.
"I didn't expect that before we even got to the flood-prone areas in the south, we would encounter a group fleeing the famine. It's really unkind, treating all things like rotten dogs."
"I really didn't expect that in today's prosperous times, I would encounter such people who were fleeing famine. It seems that only a few people are living a good life."
The two of them sighed with each other, and secretly made up their minds to pay attention to this group of people.
Thinking in their hearts, the two people quickly started their actions when the entire team took a rest.
Zhan Qingyue was seen changing into simple men's clothes, with her long hair standing up high, and her delicate face looking a little more handsome.
This group of people and the fleeing team were walking together for a while. As long as they concealed their identities during this period, they should be able to find out a lot of news about the floods in the south.
After discussing it, the two immediately took a bag of steamed buns and blended into the fleeing team.
They only select the old, weak and sick who need help and give them a steamed bun.
Although it was just one steamed bun, it was enough for those people to last for several days.
"Old man, I see that the wounds on your body are filled with pus. I know a little bit about art. If you trust me, you might as well let me take a look."
Zhan Qingyue stopped in front of an old man with an injured leg and pus leaking out.
"To be honest, my ancestors were doctors, but the world is not so good these days. In my generation, there is nothing we can do about it."
Zhan Qingyue persuaded the old man in front of her with a wry smile.
The old man looked at him like this. He was injured by the steamed buns and he was injured at the same time. This was the only life left for him. How much worse could he have been.
With this thought in his mind, he immediately agreed to let Zhan Qingyue see his injuries.
Once you open this hole, it will be much easier for others to look at you.
Over the past few days, many refugees have come to know about the good deeds of the two of them, and their favorability has greatly increased among the entire fleeing villagers.
Prince Jing, who was known to be the opposite, was indifferent. Now seeing the change in everyone's favorability towards the two of them, he became anxious.
He came out of the capital this time to win over the people. If it was so easy, let Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun take away all the goodwill, and what else could he do to Prince Jing.
But don't forget that behind the two of them is His Highness the Crown Prince.
When Prince Jing heard these things reported by his subordinates, his face gradually turned ferocious, and he held tightly the teacup he brought from the palace in his hand.
Suddenly, he smashed the tea cup, glared fiercely at the subordinate kneeling on the ground, and ordered gloomily: "Send a few inconspicuous people to make trouble among these villagers and instigate Zhan Qingyue and With Han Yiyun's identity, I saw how these villagers would still be grateful to them."
The subordinates received the order and immediately followed it.
Soon a theory spread among the entire fleeing team.
It turned out that Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun were from the official family. They gave them steamed buns to eat and helped them with medical treatment to win people's hearts. The purpose was to stop these villagers from speaking ill of these dog officials when they went to other places.
As soon as this rumor came out, the faces of those who had been favored by the two men immediately changed, and one or two of them grinned in anger.
"I really didn't expect that they were actually the people sent by that dog officer. Their feelings for us and for giving us food and injuries were all fake."
"That's right, we must not let the two of them succeed. If they do, we don't know how to report it to the dog official when we go back. We will all be dead. We are not afraid of death."
"With our group before me, we might as well send two capable young men to attack the two of them directly. Killing them would be considered justice for God."
While the village doctors were discussing, one of them unconsciously glanced at the tents of the officers and soldiers who came to demolish the tents in the distance.
"You guys can see clearly. There is a lot of food in their tents. Sometimes I can still smell meat even when I wake up at night."
"Officials eat meat and their mouths are full of oil. Our people are starving to death. Why can they still have meat to eat?"
As soon as a few words to fan the flames came out, that night someone quietly touched the knife and moved towards Zhan Qingyue's tent.
It's a pity that ordinary villagers can't be Zhan Qingyue's opponents.
As soon as he broke into the tent, he was subdued by someone.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the people who broke in, and never thought that she had taken great care of them in normal times, but now they would end up like this.
Han Yiyun, who lived next door, heard the commotion and rushed in. When he saw the lean man subdued on the ground, he was also shocked.
"Liu Ergou, why is it you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of screams outside.
"Damn it, someone is coming soon. Please save my boss. My boss just stole food from these people and actually got eaten to death. Someone is coming!"
"If you, the head of the family, die like this, how will I live in the future?"
