Cang Qing said: "Fuyu Town, which belongs to Changzhou, is the junction point of Changzhou and Quzhou. It is the only town that was not seriously affected by the disaster this time."
"Where's Yu Min?"
Cang Qing said: "Master Yu hasn't arrived yet. Master, no matter how hard you rush, Master Yu still has a month to go."
Yue Rushuang said softly to the prince: "Mr. Chen doesn't sound like a capable man. He has been here for so long and can only give out porridge. The towns and fields under Quzhou have been destroyed, and the city of Quzhou has been flooded into a dead city. So... If this continues, there will inevitably be an epidemic."
Prince...
"epidemic?"
"After a major disaster, there will be a major epidemic. These corpses and dead mice will pollute the water source after rotting. The prince still has to prepare in advance, prepare some herbs, quicklime, and some strong labor to drain the water. The most difficult thing is to control the river. "
The prince frowned...
No wonder the father didn't want him to come.
"We are also going to Fuyu Town."
As soon as we entered Fuyu Town, this place already belonged to Changzhou territory, but it was not much better. Although it was not flooded, there were homeless people everywhere.
The prince said: "Let's find an inn to stay at first."
"There is also a hero living in Changzhou, the Duke of Qingguo lives here."
Yue Rushuang: "Duke Qingguo? Who is he?"
The prince smiled and said: "He is an interesting old man. He is upright and does not take soft and hard. He is a sworn enemy of Gu's grandfather. Gu's grandfather is a thoughtful person, but Qing Guogong likes to be straightforward. He calls grandpa an old fox. After bending his intestines, grandpa said that he was like a stone in the latrine, smelly and hard, and even the reason for resigning and returning to his hometown was because he looked down on the King of Zhennan."
Yue Rushuang...
"Being named a Duke must be a person who has made great achievements."
The prince smiled and said: "His ancestors conquered the country together with Taizu, but Duke Qing's contribution is not due to his ancestors. He was once a general with a hundred thousand soldiers and horses. I heard from my father that at that time, there were four generals in the world, and we Dajin only has two, namely my grandfather, the King of Zhennan, and the Duke of Qing."
Yue Rushuang...
That means the relationship is not good. If these two people become good friends, the emperor will not even be able to sleep.
"Later, when the Duke of Qing got old, he resigned, and because he couldn't stop the marriage between his mother and his father, my grandfather also handed over his military power to avoid others saying that his relative had taken over the power."
The prince sighed: "I didn't want my mother to pass away, and the Zhennan Palace lost its military power, so everything was difficult. In order to keep my position as the prince, I sent my aunt to the palace."
"For this matter, Duke Qing went all the way to send a letter to Beijing and scolded my grandfather."
Yue Rushuang also found it interesting and said with a smile: "This old man..."
As they walked forward, a group of beggars gathered around them asking for food.
Yue Rushuang knew that as long as she gave him something, all the beggars on the street would come around and rob her, but if she didn't give it, the old woman in the front was dragging a skinny child, who was only five or six years old. His eyes could be blown away, and his eyes looked particularly big because of his thinness.
"Okay, okay, my lord!"
"Give him something to stutter. If he doesn't have anything to eat, the child will die."
Yue Rushuang was in trouble.
At this moment, they suddenly heard the sound of a gong, and all the beggars got up and ran, whirring in one direction.
Yue Rushuang took advantage of this moment to grab a few snacks and quickly stuffed them into the old woman's hands, and whispered: "Eat secretly, don't let anyone see it.
Yue Rushuang followed the sound of the gong and saw four strong men, bare-chested, carrying a wicker chair. Sitting on the chair was a young girl wearing a snow-white dress and a veil on her face.
There were two rows of young girls beside him, both wearing white dresses.
The woman sitting on the wicker chair stretched out her left hand. On the palm of her hand was a vase. She kept touching the mouth of the vase with her right hand, and then sprinkled it on everyone.
Yue Rushuang...
"What the hell?"
The old woman hurriedly waved her hands.
"Benefactor, please keep your voice down. This is the saint of the Bailuo Religion."
Yue Rushuang...
Cult?
"If heard, they will definitely be offended. The Bailuo sect has a large number of people, with more than a thousand people."
The old woman said again.
"They sometimes come to give soup. If anyone eats their food, they have to join the religion."
Yue Rushuang frowned.
Sure enough, I saw a few men carrying a large bucket of porridge over.
"Why don't you go?" Yue Rushuang asked the old woman.
"They don't want old ones, or young ones like my grandson. They want young women and strong men."
Yue Rushuang and the prince looked at each other.
As expected, the few men in front drove away the old and infirm, leaving some beggars in their prime, waiting to give them porridge.
The porridge was very clear, but it was still better than nothing. After the men finished drinking it in three gulps, they gave the bowl to the next person and walked aside to wait.
The bucket of porridge was quickly finished, and a group of people left, followed by the middle-aged beggars who had just drank the porridge.
Those who didn't receive the porridge sighed, and some cursed.
Yue Rushuang frowned as she looked at the group of people leaving.
If it is a cult, it will be a serious problem for the court. Generally, those who rebel in history books belong to some religion.
"Cang Qing, take your master to stay, and I'll follow him to take a look."
Prince...
"No!"
"If you want to go, Gu Ye will go with you."
Yue Rushuang said anxiously: "Don't go, you have other things to do. I can always protect myself."
The prince grabbed Yue Rushuang's wrist and said, "Come with me, otherwise, I will shake my wrist and knock you out."
Myolie was speechless.
How could a girl give you something that can control her?
"Uncle, that one is of no use to a slave, let alone a girl."
Prince...
"It'll be too late. I'll take a look and come back."
Yue Rushuang became anxious and waved her wrist in front of the prince.
Prince...
"Asshole..."
He fell down before he finished speaking.
Yue Rushuang supported him and said, "Cang Qing, after I leave, wave this in front of your master and he will wake up. Tell him that I have medicine on me and I can protect myself no matter what."
Yue Rushuang gave a bead to Cang Qing, which she had made before, and then looked at Xing'er again.
Myolie took a step back.
"Girl, don't deal with me. I want to protect you."
Yue Rushuang...
"Then, come with me."
At this time, Yue Rushuang was wearing men's clothing, and he was still a handsome man. He was wearing a fine Gebu brocade robe that was not gorgeous, but very simple, but very clean. Myolie was dressed like a servant.
The people from the Bailuo Sect in front walked neatly, and the people carrying the cane chairs carried them evenly.
Suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves ahead, and then a horse turned out from the corner of the street.
Immediately, a young man, holding a wine bottle in one hand and the reins in the other, rushed towards me.
The four men immediately shouted: "Get out of the way, the saint is here."
The young man didn't care at all. Instead, he clamped his legs on the horse's belly and accelerated towards the saint.
No one had time to dodge, and several of them were knocked down. The saint also fell off her chair.
The veil fell down from her face, revealing a woman of seventeen or eighteen years old.
The woman was furious, picked up the veil, hung it on her face again, and glared at the young man with her eyes.
"Who dares to attack the saint?"
