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After hearing that he had been talking about the national affairs for a long time, Yuan Cixian was a little sleepy, but a question arose in his heart. Suddenly he wanted to get an answer, so he continued to pester him: "Since you have the people in your heart, did you curse me like other court officials? When the Nanzhao incident occurred, they said that my Yuan family was not ungrateful for their own selfish interests and had to use force, which caused the border soldiers and people to torture more wars... At that time, you also supported me to go to Nanzhao to marry?"

"No." Lu Shiqing told the truth, "I privately persuaded the saint to accept your father's military order, send troops to fight, and refuse to marry him."

Yuan Cixian was a little stuck, and suddenly raised her eyes and asked, "Why?"

He didn't know her at that time, and it must have been out of selfishness. But she was still a little curious.

As if he noticed her raised gaze, Lu Shiqing turned his head slightly, clearly pitch black, but he seemed to see a pair of foggy eyes full of radiance, staring at him seriously.

The feeling of imagination in the darkness was too strong. He tightened the cloth strips tied to his wrist and did not turn back and answered seriously: "The so-called 'marriage' should be a strategy of stopping the war, abandoning hatred with foreign races and maintaining friendship. For example, it is appropriate to advance and retreat. Now it is good for Uighurs, Tubo, etc., who are good friends with the Great Zhou Dynasty, are not allowed to add icing on the cake. But it doesn't work in Nanzhao. This time, Nanzhao's bad behavior was to start a war with a provocative mentality. If a marriage is a quarrel, it is equivalent to humiliating compromise."

"After that, Nanzhao will surely gain a better position, and all the tribes on all sides may follow suit. At that time, the country will not be a country, and the king will not be a king. If the Great Zhou Dynasty had reached the point where a woman needed to sacrifice herself and compromise and seek universality to establish a country, why not give up the territory and seek a better rule for the people?"

This last sentence made Yuan Cixian tremble but was also excited.

Lu Shiqing continued: "What's more, Nanzhao's mind is very obvious, and it is to alienate the king and the saint of southern Yunnan. Once you marry, the saint will become more and more jealous of your father, fearing that he will surrender to Nanzhao, and one day he may even move the knife on his head."

"The foundation of southern Yunnan is unstable. Although there are people who are good at fighting in the court, no one is more familiar with Nanzhao than your father, and is more competent in guarding the southwest. Once the saint kills his own arms and the Nanzhao cavalry passes the gate, it will feel like he is entering a state of no one. Then the disaster will begin for the soldiers and people of the Great Zhou Dynasty. What is your Yuan family going to stop fighting? Why do I support you in marriage?"

If the repair of the river embankment was the first time Yuan Cixian felt Lu Shiqing's kindness to the people of Dazhou, these words made her truly confident in seeking his blessing for the first time.

She didn't say much, and whispered with the corner of the quilt, "Mr. Lu, thank you for speaking for me." Although it was not for her.

Her tone was rare sincerity, unlike the vain and slander of the past. Lu Shiqing smiled, but didn't say anything, but sighed in her heart.

The words he had just said were good, but that was what he said to Mingjun, and saying this to Emperor Huining was futile. At that time, in order to ask him to give up this soon-to-be-married marriage, he used the pros and cons of power to persuade him.

If Yuan Cixian heard those unfair words, she might not be able to thank him.

But for his embarrassing identity, what is more important than means is always the goal.

After a long time, he heard Yuan Cixian's light and even breathing sounds. He thought that she was finally willing to sleep, so he closed his eyes.

*

The next morning, Yuan Cixian woke up on the bed. When she woke up, she saw Lu Shiqing sitting in the marching carriage to write official documents. She didn't think it was wrong at first glance, but when she reacted, she was stunned.

Why did she go from her footbed to the bed, and how did Lu Shiqing's hands liberate?

She asked attentively: "Have you ever called Shi Cui?"

Lu Shiqing didn't raise his head, and said lightly: "No."

"Then are you?"

He put down his pen and pulled out a thin blade from his sleeve to show her. The roughly means that he cut off the strip of cloth himself.

“…”

Wow, he is so shameless!

Yuan Cixian was so angry that she got up with a quilt. The good feelings he had accumulated for him last night were instantly wiped out, and she asked, "Did you get me the bed?"

"Not to do it." Lu Shiqing looked at her and frowned, "You are a girl, please pay a little attention to the words and speak more elegantly to avoid misunderstandings."

What's wrong with writing? He is also doing things like writing ink, and he is also doing things like singing in the wind and the moon. Isn't it elegant? He is full of strange things in his mind, blame her.

Lu Shiqing may have accidentally exposed something, coughed and explained: "You are shaking in the middle of the night, shaking so hard that I can't sleep."

So he got rid of his shackles in the middle of the night and changed his bedding with her. He didn't disturb her, he must have quietly carried her to the bed.

But isn't he obsessed with cleanliness? Why is he willing to sleep with the bedding she has been buried in?

He went south so easily. What about the promise of cleanliness, ah?

Yuan Cixian felt miserable, but she was just like she was at the post station last time. After listening to his very just explanation, her accusations were less reasonable.

In this situation, she could actually tell him to take responsibility for her righteously, but she wanted him to be willing to protect the Yuan family. It would definitely not work if she just kept trying. Now she was eager to be serious and she lost. She had to calm down and keep these accounts in mind, and then use them to talk about it when the time is right.

So she calmed down her fluctuating mood and said calmly: "Then thank you for taking care of me."

Lu Shiqing paused his hand holding the pen, pressing the tip of the pen to the paper, and a piece of ugly ink traces appeared.

What's going on? This is different from the situation he imagined. Why didn't she take the opportunity to force him to marry her? He had made a secret plan and after finishing his draft, she let him go so easily?

Then he tried his best to design what he would do in this together.

Seeing that his expression was stagnant, Yuan Cixian seemed to have suffered some setbacks, and looked at his pen and asked, "Mr. Lu, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Shiqing came back to his senses and picked up his pen, kneaded the scrapped official documents into a ball, spread the paper again, and smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm just melancholy when I think of the sufferings of the people."

Yuan Cixian didn't know if she believed it or not, and said with a smile: "Oh, it's such a blessing for Dazhou to have you."

*

After passing Qizhou, it is Shuzhou, where Lu Shiqing's trip is.

In fact, the little rain yesterday did not cause mountain torrents, but it was bad. The continuous heavy rain in the past few days made the mountains in this area very loose. This incident was equivalent to the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, causing the disaster that had been under control in Shuzhou to spread again, and a group of displaced people were added to the city.

Lu Shiqing and Yuan Cixian arrived at Shuzhou City at dusk. They happened to encounter a group of nearby victims flooding in and blocked the city gate. Most of these people came to ask for porridge, and some of them were all fatal to seek medical treatment. Therefore, even though the gatekeepers kept shouting loudly, most of them ignored them.

Seeing this, a young gatekeeper pushed an old man to the ground, pointed a knife in his hand and shouted: "Everyone, they all have no ears? Our missionary Lu's car has arrived, so why don't you avoid it quickly!"

This loud shout finally made everyone quiet. Someone glared and looked back at the imperial envoy behind him, helped up the old man who broke his wrist and screamed in pain, cursed: "What kind of fucking imperial envoy is this? Can he bully people like this?"

After he finished speaking, he spitted out. Several strong men echoed him and scolded him, while women, children and children trembled and did not dare to speak.

The doorman was about to chop his head with a long sword, and suddenly heard a slight reprimand: "Stop."

The sound was not high, but it sounded crisp and clear. His subordinates paused and turned their heads to see someone coming out of the carriage of the imperial envoy. He was wearing a blue round-necked cotton robe, white skin, red lips, and bright eyes. The eyes falling on him were deep disgust.

Yuan Cixian walked a few steps towards this direction, and arrived at the old man, raising his arm with one hand and touching his wrist bone with the other.

Her clean and fair hands were placed on the old man's wrist covered with mud, and her thumb gently stroked her thumb a few times, as if she was watching his injuries. She suddenly raised her eyes and asked, "Brother-in-law, where are you living?"

The old man was so in pain that he sweated coldly. Seeing that she was wearing rich clothes, he did not dare to offend her, so he reluctantly replied: "Li...Lijia Village."

"Where is your family?"

"My son and daughter-in-law have already entered the city this morning, so I'm slow..."

Yuan Cixian smiled comfortingly: "I will send someone to see you find them later."

"Thanks……"

The old man was about to thank him, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of bones colliding from his wrist. He was shocked, opened his mouth and looked at Yuan Cixian, and he didn't even react to the pain.

Yuan Cixian smiled: "You are dislocated, I just talk to you and tell you to reduce the pain. But don't worry, your son and daughter-in-law will still find you."

Everyone on all sides was stunned by her technique, and then rushed up.

"Imperial envoy, Imperial envoy! My hand was also hit by the rock. It hurts so much. Show me!"

"Imperial Bodhisattva, my child fell down and kept vomiting..."

They misunderstood her.

Yuan Cixian was surrounded by everyone and couldn't breathe. In the chaos, someone suddenly led her hand over by someone. She was shocked and her first thought was: Who dared to imprison me?

She hurriedly tried to break free, but was covered by this man first. When she looked up, she realized that it was the real imperial envoy who had arrived.

Lu Shiqing said lightly to everyone: "My servant is not good at medical skills, so he just managed to cure this father-in-law's injury. In another quarter of an hour, dozens of stones of food and a group of doctors will arrive in Shuzhou City. Please wait patiently in the temporary shelter along the road in the city."

Who is his servant? Yuan Cixian secretly complained, but saw him turn his eyes to the doorman who started to beat people first. After thinking carefully, he asked, "I don't recognize you. Are you the one who works under King Ping?"

As soon as these words came, the refugees who were whispering happily turned their heads together when they heard the food was coming.

Yuan Cixian secretly called the word "satisfaction" in her heart.

The farce seems small at the moment, but it is actually a big deal. She was in the car and felt something was wrong when she heard the doorman's words. Lu Shiqing was not in a hurry to enter the city, but he was just arranged for the people to come in first. This person was obviously instructed by someone and wanted to instigate the relationship between the court and the people.

Although only a small group of victims were present, the so-called bad things spread thousands of miles away. Who knew how the situation would evolve in the future. When the natural disaster came, people were panic. If they were disturbed by those who were interested, the people would rise up and become a big mess. So she immediately got off the carriage and stopped the doorman from killing people, and did not want to make Lu Shiqing and the court suffer a silence.

Emperor Huining was indeed not a wise ruler, but some people took advantage of the chaos of the world and used such a despicable method, which has to be said that their intentions were even more sinister.

However, this matter is not simple to explain, and a hundred sentences may not be cleaned. Yuan Cixian did not expect that Lu Shiqing would treat the person with his own way with just one question. He suddenly felt a little admiration for him in his heart, and forgot for a moment, her hand was still lying in his palm.

The doorman was obviously questioned and nodded in a hurry, "A villain, a doorman, has never seen King Ping."

"Then have you seen me?" Lu Shiqing asked with a smile as if she was very nice.

He shook his head: "The villain has never seen the envoy Lu."

"Since that's the case, how can you have the courage to abuse lynching in my name?"

The charge was so severe that the doorman knelt down with a "thump" sound, his legs shaking.

The strong man who originally scolded Lu Shiqing "snatched" him and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've scolded the wrong person!"

Lu Shiqing actually smiled at him very friendly, pointing to the doorman who was just about to pissed his crotch and said, "But he is right. The court has a lot of food for you, and you push and squeeze around, which is just a mess." After he said that, he looked at a woman who had just asked for medical treatment at Yuan Cixian, "This is how your child fell down."

The woman nodded like a garlic pound.

Lu Shiqing looked at the doorman on the ground again: "Get up, don't be an example, arrange them to go into the city." After that, he stopped stopping and led Yuan Cixian back.

The eyes of the people behind him were swaying on the two of them.

Is their village too backward? Now the relationship between the imperial envoy and the servant outside is like this?
Chapter completed!