"Are they from the Northern Dynasties?" Nangong Yuanyi asked.
"Wearing the clothes of the Northern Dynasty, there is a man and a woman, and there are more than a dozen guards..."
Fang Shan saw their solemn expressions and their extraordinary conversation, so naturally he didn't dare to hide it anymore.
An Xiyue looked at Nangong Yuanyi and thought to herself, "Could it be Xuanyuan Ming? He rescued Qingdai at that time." Because she was unconscious at that time, Nangong Yuanyi was injured and missed the best opportunity to hunt down Lin Hu.
As for Xuanyuan Ming, he was not ready to let him die in the Northern Dynasty. If the old emperor had not died, the court of Cangyi Kingdom would need him as the new emperor. If Xuanyuan Meditation wants to secure the throne, he will naturally fight with the old emperor.
What is strange is Lin Hu's attitude towards Xuanyuan Ming. No matter how much Xuanyuan Ming is the emperor of Cangyi Kingdom, Lin Hu has no respect for Xuanyuan Ming. No matter how powerful the secret door is, it cannot compete with that of a country.
"Going beyond Zhangzhou is the border of the Flower Kingdom. Could it be that they didn't plan to escape back to the country at all, but went to the Flower Kingdom." Nangong Yuanyi also couldn't figure out what Xuanyuan Ming was going to the Flower Kingdom, but The most important thing now is the snow disaster in Northern Dynasty.
"Fang Shan, do you dare to follow me to visit the prefect's house at night?" Nangong Yuanyi said suddenly.
Fang Shan said in surprise: "There are victims of the disaster both inside and outside the city. The city gate has been closed for a long time now and is heavily guarded. We can't get in."
Yuan Bao came over: "Don't worry, there is no door that my young master cannot enter." Besides, Cheng Feng had already sneaked into the city.
Fang Shan only felt that the people in front of him were not ordinary people. He had been hiding for so long and wanted to save his father. Could it be that God really opened his eyes and allowed him to meet a noble person.
Fang Shan nodded heavily and knelt down again: "I dare you. If you can save my father, Fang Shan will repay you even if you act like a cow."
Nangong Yuanyi said quickly: "There is gold under the man's knees. Master Fang, please get up quickly."
He felt that he had never been so heavy as now. The common people had a satisfied smile on their faces after drinking a bowl of hot porridge. There were also people like Fang Shan and Fang County Magistrate. He wished he could kill them immediately. Butcher the heads of the prefect and others.
At this time, the villagers drank hot porridge, and almost a hundred people, men, women, old and young, thanked Mei Zongzheng and others.
They had been with Fang Shan for more than half a month. There were also people from Shan'an County among them, and naturally they all knew that Fang Shan was the county magistrate's son.
It's just that everyone is hiding his identity for him, which is very popular.
Suddenly, a stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the voices of men and women could not be heard. They had not had white rice porridge for a long time, and they felt so satisfied after drinking it today.
One of the men said gratefully: "Mr. Fang, thank you for helping us. If you hadn't taken us up the mountain to hunt, I'm afraid we would all have starved to death."
Aunt Niu was crying while holding her two children, but it was a pity that her man could not see it.
"Master Fang, we all know that Magistrate Fang is a good person. He distributes military rations for the sake of the people. He is a good official. If they want to kill Magistrate Fang, we will fight them." Another man shouted.
"Yes, we will go to the city tomorrow and talk to Prefect Tu and others to reason." Someone else said loudly.
"Didn't Magistrate Fang open the warehouse to store grain just because he wanted the people to have a sip of porridge? Even though Prefect Tu didn't allow it, he did it to save the lives of our people."
When An Xiyue saw the men picking up their "weapons" again, a louder wave of anger aroused from their chests.
If the likes of Tu Taishou are allowed to continue, it may not just be Zhangzhou City where people riot over food.
