The heavy rain was fast, wet and cold, making a crackling sound on the raincoats and bamboo hats. The rain curtain in front of us blocked the road, so the horses could not run and could only walk slowly.
The two rode the same horse, and although they were separated by raincoats, they were still very close to each other.
The strong body of the man behind him was like a wall, and Shen Que felt his ears warm.
Originally this was the body she was most familiar with, but now it feels a little strange.
The two of them were silent, no one spoke, they could only hear the sound of heavy rain watering the heaven and earth.
"I heard the junior official just called you, sir?" Shen Que asked, fearing that he might not hear clearly, so he leaned back slightly.
"Well, they don't know my identity. Some people only know that I am the general who suppressed bandits. Some people simply call me sir."
Shen Que nodded and smiled, "Your Highness is too low-key."
Then there was silence again.
Li Luansong thought for a while and finally said: "That Chen Da..."
When I asked this question, I couldn't say anything. How could I ask, who are you, Mr. Chen? Isn't this obvious?
He began to regret why he said such a thing.
After hearing what he said, Shen Que continued: "He used to be a local soldier and a tough man. Although he is not working in the military camp now, I taught him how to do business. He learned diligently and made rapid progress."
Speaking of this, Shen Que's tone showed a little bit of pride.
Li Luansong felt a cold wind blowing in his heart, she was showing off her child's father.
Sour feeling, toothache.
Now that the question has come to this point, if there is anything else to cover up, let’s just keep asking until the end without doing anything else.
"That child of yours..." Li Luansong spoke again.
Nothing further.
Ask, whose child is yours?
Can I ask this? Isn’t this looking for a fight?
Feeling annoyed again, Li Luansong felt that his mind was like a mess today, why was it always so messed up.
"What's wrong with the child?" Shen Que asked.
"Oh, where is your child now? Is it still safe? Do you need to move to the county government office? After all, the child is still young..."
He rambles on and on and doesn’t mean what he says.
Shen Que tried his best to suppress his laughter and said: "Now we have moved to Baolai Temple on the mountain with my grandma. They are well taken care of there. It's very good. I won't cause any trouble to His Highness."
Oh, grandma, it’s Aunt Chen, that’s an answer.
Completely heartbroken, Li Luansong felt hopeless and powerless like never before.
She told him not to wait for her, and sure enough, she was no longer where she was.
He finally lost his Yuanyuan completely.
The heavy rain seemed to have poured into his heart, and he had no intention of talking anymore. He walked forward silently until he sent Shen Que to the gate of the temple, and Li Luansong picked up his energy and rode towards the disaster-stricken Lion Rock.
He was riding so fast in such a heavy rain. Shen Que stopped and worried for a long time while holding an umbrella. He felt like he was venting his anger. Thinking back on it, he didn't say anything.
Zelan was right, Li Luansong had changed, he was calm and thoughtful, but also a little cautious, especially in front of her.
Entering the temple, everyone was gathering together to talk.
The largest number of people gathered here. The masters in the temple were very busy every day, but everyone was no longer as embarrassed as during the snowstorm.
Although the conditions are still simple, they are already well fed and clothed, which is already very good.
There are a large row of large bunks, and the bedrolls are put away and hung on the wall in rows during the day. They are put down for everyone to sleep at night. Moreover, men and women are separated. Only during the day do everyone gather together to cook and talk over the fire. or help the master in the temple to do whatever he can.
"Although this disaster happened suddenly, we didn't suffer much. This is thanks to this new boss."
Some people lamented that such gratitude has become a must-talk topic for everyone every day.
"Yes, we have food and drink, and we just need to wait for the heavy rain to pass before we can go home."
"It's a pity that the house at home has just been built with a few tile-roofed houses, eh."
"Don't be sorry. Didn't the government calculate the losses? There will be compensation after the disaster."
"Will it really happen? Do you believe it? It has never happened before. Let alone compensation, it is good to be able to go back alive with enough to eat."
"Yes, yes. Yesterday, the official from the government statistics asked about my house. The man in my house said that the three tile-roofed houses were all newly built, and there were two dilapidated brick houses before."
"Remember everything? There will really be compensation. There are so many of us and so many houses. How much money will it cost?"
Everyone was very excited for a while, and someone said:
"I heard that the county magistrate sent here this time has a background."
"What's the background? Tell me quickly."
This kind of official secrets is the most popular topic among the people.
"I heard there is someone in the capital."
"Nonsense, the officials sent from the capital are not from the capital."
"I heard that it's not the county magistrate who has a background, but the general who suppressed bandits, and he has a great background."
"General, which general?"
"That's the very handsome young man. My son is a government servant. I heard that the general is kind to people and that the gentlemen from outside and from the capital respect him very much. He must have a good background."
"What's your background? What an official you are."
"I'm afraid, it's above level five."
"Tch, if you're a fifth-grade person, I'm afraid you're not even qualified to go to court, let alone a third-grade person."
"Is it that big?"
"No."
Everyone speculated, and Shen Que found it very interesting.
The abbot master here led the master in and said, "Your Excellency has sent a subordinate to deliver medicinal materials to Madam. It will be hard for Madam to prevent the epidemic."
Shen Que said no thank you and said a few words before sending Master out.
When she turned back, almost everyone's eyes fell on her face.
"Ms. Shen, that must be Master. Why is he so polite to you?"
"Yes, isn't Madam Shen from the capital? Do you know the general's background? Tell us about it."
"Doctor Shen, the master said that the master gave you the anti-epidemic medicine. Have you met that master?"
With everyone talking about it, Shen knew that they had no bad intentions and were just chatting. However, this kind of arrangement and spreading rumors could lead to death at critical moments.
Shen Que said: "Of course I don't know any adults. It's just because the adults heard that I know how to treat doctors, so they sent me medicine. There was nothing else to do."
Several people looked at each other, curled their lips and said nothing, their expressions clearly disbelieving.
However, such a secret could not be kept because people came from the capital more than half a month later and sent a large amount of money and disaster relief materials.
The heavy rain in Fengyi has stopped, drainage has been basically completed, house repairs and the construction of streets, roads and bridges are also in full swing. Young and strong young men have been recruited to participate in post-disaster reconstruction. The epidemic has not occurred, and everything is moving forward. Development in a good direction.
However, the faster the reconstruction, the more supplies become scarce. Although there is no heavy rain, there will still be light rain occasionally. Once it rains, everything has to stop and wait for the sky.
On this day, everyone is still busy, and there is no distinction between each other on the streets and in every household. The men are rushing to meet the deadline, and the women are cooking porridge and taking care of the children. Everyone is working together.
The sun was so bright that it made people blind, but the more it shined, the easier it was to dry. After the house was built, everything returned to normal.
"There is not enough money." Everyone was talking. "If we run out of money halfway through building this house, what should we do? Should we continue or demolish it?"
"Yeah, let's go ask."
"The general and the county magistrate are over there, let's go and ask."
Everyone ran over and spoke out their worries. The county magistrate looked at Li Luansong. He naturally knew Li Luansong's identity. His Royal Highness was here and he had no right to speak out.
Li Luansong said: "The supplies from the capital will arrive in these two days."
"Is it true? Sir, you are not lying."
"Yes, I heard that the General has some background. Why don't you tell us and give us reassurance?"
The neighbors are honest and have no evil intentions, but they are embarrassing.
Just as he was hesitating, he heard three fast horses galloping in the distance. The leader held a gong in his hand and banged it loudly:
"The disaster relief supplies from the capital have arrived. The rest of the people are getting out of the way and making way for the passage. His Highness the Crown Prince will receive the order."
Everyone got out of the way excitedly. When they heard the gong, almost all the people ran out of their homes. Everyone shouted and asked:
"I heard that the Crown Prince is here. Where is he?"
"You heard me wrong? How could His Highness the Crown Prince come to Fengyi?"
"I obviously heard it..."
The horse stopped, followed closely by the mighty team escorting supplies from the capital, followed by dozens of courtiers in official uniforms.
Li Luansong looked over intently, "Hey guys, several teachers are here."
At such an old age and in such a cold weather, she came to Fengyi regardless of the danger.
How much I want to take him back.
"Hey, I recognize this person. My relative is in the capital. This is the Prime Minister."
"This is a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy." A man dressed as a scholar said, "Such a big man is here."
Everyone was surprised when they saw several old ministers walking solemnly in front of Li Luansong, kneeling down and saluting:
"I will see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
The courtiers knelt down, and the common people naturally knelt down and kowtowed. For a while, everyone in Fengyi knelt down to salute. Li Luansong stood under the sun and shook his head helplessly:
"Get up, Teacher Labor will come in person, the students are guilty."
"His Highness has made great contributions to suppressing bandits and providing disaster relief. No one is guilty of this. It is the veterans who are guilty. I thought that Your Highness was in the disaster area and came with the army. Wherever His Highness is, the veterans will be there. We swear to advance and retreat together with His Highness. "
This makes my teeth sore.
The teachers and students were engaged in a verbal lawsuit, but the people of Fengyi who were kneeling on the ground were so excited that they realized that the man who appeared in the most severely affected areas every day, the general who went around checking the food and clothing of the people with dark circles under his eyes, that man The "big man" who ate and joked with them turned out to be the prince of Daye, the future emperor.
Oh my god, this is shocking.
With such a young master, there is no need to worry about the prosperity of the country. The people knelt down and thanked this great hero who saved Daye and Fengyi from dire straits.
It is said that after Fengyi changed her name to Jufeng Hou, the local people specially carved a stone statue for Li Luansong so that the descendants of Jufeng would remember this great benefactor.
People were very excited. The person they surrounded every day turned out to be the prince. This was enough to brag for a lifetime. Some people had the courage to come to the door to ask for calligraphy treasures. In the end, Li Luansong felt helpless and simply gave away all his belongings and clothes.
There was only one person who was worried and uneasy, and that was Chen Da.
The feeling of being called "Dad" by the prince's daughter is like burning oil cooking in a burning fire. Is there any way to survive?
