"Hahaha, just kidding, please don't take it seriously!"

At this moment, Ye Ping looked at Jiangling and smiled, smiling sincerely and honestly.

"For five days, make good use of it. I hope you don't let me down. If you really need something I'll do for you, tell me."

Jiang Ling looked at Ye Ping's appearance and didn't bother to pay attention to whether this kid was really joking or wanted to take away his own power. He shook his head and chuckled.

"good."

When Ye Ping heard this, his expression became solemn and nodded to say yes.

"Brothers on the night, it's okay now. Help everyone set up the tent! When the wind and snow stop, I'll invite everyone to go to Puliuxiang to listen to your sisters singing songs!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Ping turned his head and looked at the night watchmen around him and said aloud.

"Come on, sir, I will definitely be entertained by singing and dancing at that time."

"Whoever sets the tent quickly, I will have two more drinks with him at that time."

The courtesan sisters in Puliu Lane were not shy, and followed Ye Ping's words and chuckled.

"Okay, don't worry, Lord Punishmentman, I'll leave it to us!"

"A word is certain, and then I can't regret it!"

The courtesans in Puliu Lane all spoke, and the night-time people immediately had green light in their eyes, swarming up, and began to help build tents and porridge sheds.

"Five days later, the night-time person won't be named Ye from now on..."

Jiang Ling looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but be stunned.

He felt that at this moment, at least the night-time people nearby had only Ye Ping in their hearts, and Shen Mo was nothing more than Shen Mo!

But a little later, he shook his head, threw away these thoughts, walked into the wind and snow, came to the group of victims and hunger, and began to take action to help them build a tent.

The eighth-grade master naturally had a huge speed. Jiangling just waved his hand and supported it like feathers. Similarly, the heavy oil cloth that covered the wind and snow required more than ten people to spread it, but Jiangling flew into the air with the oil cloth, and his hands were shaken, and the oil cloth was spread out, laying it quickly and well.

Ye Ping didn't say anything, just watched Jiang Ling's actions quietly.

Suddenly, he felt that he had captured something faintly.

Immediately afterwards, he smiled and walked into the wind and snow. He worked with Jiangling to help these victims and hungry people build tents.

At the same time, in the palace.

Emperor Xuanhe appeared on the city wall, and although the depression of his chest had calmed down, Chen Hong, whose face was still pale, followed him and bowed his head.

"How many more days can this snowfall fall?"

Xuan Hedi stared silently at the direction where the Ministry of Revenue was. After looking for a long time, he slowly spoke, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was asking who he was.

"Two days are too short. The grain and rice in his hand should only be enough for five days, so let's put it in the full five days!"

A little later, Emperor Xuan and Emperor said lightly, as if someone had given him an answer, and he was giving a veto proposal.

Chen Hong listened to this and said nothing, but his body was trembling slightly, as if he had sensed some terrifying existence.

"Can't you die?"

After a moment, Emperor Xuanhe turned his head, looked at Chen Hong, and said lightly.

"It's okay for a slave."

Chen Hong shook his head in a hurry and said respectfully.

"It's good that I can't die. Since I can't die, then stare at him for me and see what he has done these days! I want to see if I can't bear this burden, can he bear it!"

Emperor Xuan He nodded casually, then his face was full of playful mockery, and he said lightly towards the Ministry of Revenue.

The refugee is hungry. This is a double-edged sword without a sword hilt. If used well, it is a peerless sword. If used poorly, it will cut both hands!

He didn't think that he could not split his palms when using the sword, so he didn't believe that Ye Ping could have this ability.

"Slaves obey the order."

Chen Hong coughed twice, turned around and slowly walked into the wind and snow, heading towards the Ministry of Revenue.

In the wind and snow, his figure looked like a loyal old dog.

"Jiangling, do you think you saw new hope as you did when I was crying out? Unfortunately, your hope will be shattered. In this world, no matter who is anyone, you will be lost in power..."

Emperor Xuanhe looked at Chen Hong's back indifferently, and then his eyes fell on the direction of the Ministry of Revenue, and Jiangling, who was spreading oil cloth in the void, murmured.

But when he said that, the corners of his mouth were filled with cold and mocking sneer.

There are very few people in Lin'an City today that Jiangling did a lot for him because he was able to sit on the throne of the present day.

And now, Jiangling seems to be standing behind Ye Ping.

The eighth-grade master took action, and the night-time people helped. The tents and porridge sheds were built very quickly. When it was almost dark, continuous tart tents were built. Although they were not as warm as houses, they could at least shelter from wind and snow.

Especially after lit a few more fires and cooked two pots of steaming porridge, all the chill seemed to be dispelled.

In the crowd, there was a bright smile, and everyone's face was filled with joy.

It seems that the danger has been overcome.

But there was only Jiangling, only Ye Ping, and a few people with serious expressions on their faces.

The wind and snow in Lin'an City quietly became bigger. The snowflakes were like goose feathers, and the steam from the hot porridge melted into water. After they dripped on the ground, they turned into a layer of thin ice.

"What's wrong with this celestial phenomenon. Do we want it..."

In the Grandmaster Association, Master Baimei leaned out his hand and caught a heavy snow like a real goose feather. After waiting for a long time, he saw it melting his palms and said in a deep voice to Xin Xinghe beside him.

"Now, you can wait."

Xin Xinghe chuckled and shook his head, and said slowly.

Wait a minute?

Master Baimei frowned and looked at Xin Xinghe, hesitating.

He felt that Xin Xinghe’s so-called waiting might have to wait for a miracle to happen.

But what Master Baimei didn't know was that what Xin Xinghe was thinking now was waiting for a miracle to happen!

"Ye Ping, what did you do?"

Jiangling stood in front of a porridge pot, made a bowl of hot porridge for a hungry refugee, looked around the crowd and found that Ye Ping had left.

Not only Ye Ping, but also the fragrance of Puliu Lane, which was previously praised by refugees as a Buddha in the lives of thousands of families, has also left with Ye Ping's departure, leaving only a few scents in the air.

He turned his head and looked at the hungry refugee who was holding a bowl in front of him, looking forward to watching him with a look of anticipation. He smiled gently on the corner of his mouth, picked up the spoon and made him a bowl of porridge.

The refugees who had served the bowl of porridge were hungry and swallowed their food with satisfaction on their faces, as if a miracle had come true!

Jiang Ling looked at the satisfaction on the other person's face and sighed softly.

At this moment, he is also waiting for a miracle!
Chapter completed!