Xie Ci looked at Zhuo Zhuo's appearance and stopped, and his pale thin lips opened slightly, "Don't make a noise." ”

"Yes." Tingzhuo gritted his teeth and nodded.

Could it be that Miss Yuan hurt the son, otherwise why didn't the son say it?

Xie Ci was calm, this was the time to save her, he was assassinated, he did not regret choosing to save her first.

Soon, Yin Yi came in from the outside.

"Qi Yu Shizi, it was the displaced people of Fufu City who caused the riot on Anping Street, intending to commit suicide through the Midyear Festival, attracting the theory of ghosts, seeking the attention of the palace, and the person who assassinated you is not an accomplice."

Xie Ci's clothes were half-faded, leaning on the soft couch, his long eyelashes lowered slightly, and his phoenix eyes were obscure, "What's wrong with the rich city?" ”

"There was a great drought in the city, there was no rain for three years, all the seeds were gone, many people were exiled, and they became plagued by hunger." Yin Yi's words are heavy, "However, the local officials not only did not give gifts, but concealed them, saying that the city was rich every year, but in fact they ate the flesh of the people and thirsted for the blood of the people." ”

Xie Ci's eyes became deeper and deeper, and his slender fingers tapped on the small tabletop, faintly tinged with a bit of weirdness and seclusion.

There are so many pests that it's really time to get rid of them.

The next morning.

Xie Ci personally played everything about the rich city, and the emperor was furious.

"It's so hateful, I actually raised a bunch of moths!"

"Who wants to go to the rich city to investigate the disaster relief for the sake of Qincha?"

I heard that the plague was rampant in this rich city, and none of the officials under the court were willing to ask for a decree.

Silence, spread.

The emperor was even more angry, he raised not only a swarm of moths, but also a flock of waste, and was about to get angry......

Suddenly, a clear and elegant voice rescued the ministers, "Wechen is willing to go." ”

It was Xie Shizi who spoke.

The emperor's originally angry mood was suppressed by this voice like a clear spring, "No, you get married next month and go to disaster relief, and you won't be able to come back in three or two months." ”

"Who else is Xie Shizi?"

The ministers didn't expect that the emperor would let Xie Shizi choose someone, and they trembled one by one.

For fear that Xie Shizi would point to them.

Xie Ci had long expected it, and his phoenix eyes were shallow, "I heard that General Qin, the son of General Fuyuan, has returned, but Your Majesty hasn't made any arrangements yet." ”

The emperor was overjoyed, he almost forgot Qin Lancang, he wanted to reuse Qin Lancang, but he has been hindered by the fact that although he has military merits, he is too young to serve the public, and this disaster relief is a good opportunity.

"Xuan Qin Lan Cang Visit!"

At this time, Qin Lancang was chasing Ying Qicheng, asking him to tell him who the beauty he had met before was.

I thought it was a simple matter, but I didn't say it because I was determined to win Qicheng.

Before he found a beauty, he had to leave Beijing on an errand.

As soon as Qin Lancang heard that it was a thank you speech, he recommended it to His Majesty and blocked him outside the palace.

"Thank you, did you deliberately get along with Lao Tzu! It's kind of let's find a quiet place to have a trick! ”

Passing by, the courtiers all peeped secretly.

Xie Ci was calm, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, "Are you afraid?" ”

"What am I afraid of!"

"I'm afraid that the city of riches will be plagued, and I'm afraid of ...... Die? The tone of the thank you was light, but it was sarcastic.

Qin Lan snorted violently, his face became more and more cold and fierce, "Fart, Lao Tzu has been rolling on the battlefield for so many years, he is afraid of everything, and he is not afraid of death!" Isn't it disaster relief, Lao Tzu can solve it in a month, let you see what a real man is! ”

"Who looks like you little white face, what kind of thing on your waist, sachet, really laughing dead!" Qin Lancang raised his hand to grab the bright sachet on Xie Ci's waist.

It doesn't fit well with his usual plain dress.

Xie Ci calmly dodged, and his expression was leisurely, and he said unhurriedly, "The future lady sent it." ”

"Are you showing off to Lao Tzu?" Qin Lancang glared at the resignation.