In Qianling City, some refugees have arrived in the past few days and are squatting on the street, waiting for good people to pass by and give alms.
Because Huang Fengmo wanted to take a bite of the crispy thousand-feuille cake, Yan Ruocheng took Xiao Ling and a few guards out to buy ingredients from the market.
There was no horse-drawn carriage. A few people dressed up as ordinary people dressed like low-key amateurs and walked slowly on the street.
Several children who ran away from the refugee pile were squatting on the roadside begging for food.
Xiao Ling thought they were beggars, so she tugged at Yan Ruocheng's sleeve and said, "Mother, let's give them some money, let's see how hungry they are."
Yan Ruozhen looked at the children, who looked a bit like tribesmen. She asked the guards to go over, planning to take them to buy food first and then give them some money.
When several children saw the fierce-looking guard, they thought the guard brother was a bad person and ran away immediately.
"Uh? Don't run away?" Xiao Ling shouted.
"Let's follow up and have a look." Yan Ruozhen picked up Xiaoling and followed them together.
Several children ran through an alleyway and arrived at the place where the refugees were temporarily waiting. They lined up and squatted on the roadside.
Yan Ruozhen distributed the money he brought to the guards, asking each of them to give some.
Lan Lan and Han Yida walked out of the crowd and called out to Yan Ruocheng.
Yan Ruozhen recognized them and wanted to ask what was going on, but the tribe's language was blocked and he needed to go back to Huang Fengmo for translation.
Yan Ruozhen first asked the guards to find a nearby temple for these refugees to temporarily settle down and solve their food and clothing problems. Then she took Lan Lan and Han Yida back to the mansion.
Huang Fengmo was in the room, exercising his legs a little to prevent muscle atrophy. He asked the guards to lift his two long splinted legs and slowly rock them up and down, left and right. If Yan Ruocheng was present, he would never be allowed to live like this.
If I exercised early and moved around before my injury was healed, she would scold me, so I took advantage of her to take Xiao Ling out to buy things. So I had enough time to exercise secretly.
"Hey, oh, lift it up gently, don't move so fast, go slower."
When the guard made a slightly louder move, he stopped with a long-winded drink. It was more of a playful behavior than an exercise.
Unexpectedly, Yan Ruocheng came back suddenly and walked in as soon as he opened the door.
"Husband, was I there just now?"
The guard holding his leg was startled and involuntarily grasped his leg tightly and lifted it up.
"It hurts——!" Huang Fengmo was in great pain from eating it, and all ten of his toes were spread out.
"What are you doing?" Yan Ruocheng asked.
The two guards did not dare to say anything, but they did not dare to put down Huang Fengmo's legs. They were in a dilemma and lowered their heads.
Huang Fengmo forced out a lie and said, "I'm cramping. I'll ask them to lift me up."
"Trapped again? I clearly helped you clear the meridians before going out. How could it be like this?" Yan Ruocheng thought that he had made some mistake in his diagnosis. He went over to check his massage.
"Oh, oh! No need! No need, I don't have convulsions anymore! Oops, it hurts——!" Huang Fengmo lied to himself and suffered the consequences.
After a lot of fussing, Yan Ruozhen returned to the serious matter and said: "Husband, you almost got me, so I forgot about it. I just met Lan Lan and Han Yida on the street. They brought a group of tribal people with them.
People, hide in the city and become refugees." "Refugees? What's going on?" Huang Fengmo asked.
"I brought them back, but I can't understand what they said, so I want you to go over and translate them." Yan Ruozhen pushed his wheelchair out as he spoke.
In the side hall, Xiaoling asked her servants to help Lanlan and Hanyida prepare delicious food.
"You are the son of Yan Ruocheng and His Highness the Prince. You look quite standard." Han Yida spoke in tribal dialect while eating.
Xiaoling had no idea that he was talking about her. She thought he wanted to drink water, so she politely poured him a cup of tea and said, "Brother, you don't have to eat in such a hurry, no one will compete with you."
Yes, there are many more.”
Lan Lan patted his head and said, "Just eat, why are you talking so much nonsense, so as not to scare the children."
"Hahaha, do I look so fierce? Look at how ignorant he is, just like his mother, he can't understand what we are saying." Han Yida said with a smile.
Huang Fengmo and Yan Ruocheng came over at this time.
"See His Highness the First Prince." Lanlan pulled Han Yida and saluted Huang Fengmo together.
"No courtesy." Huang Fengmo said.
"Thank you, Your Highness, the eldest prince." Lan Lan said politely.
"I heard from Ruozhen that you came here as refugees because of the artillery fire. Where is your clan leader? What happened to the other clan members?" Huang Fengmo asked.
"Part of us and the tribe leader were separated, and some of them were captured by the enemy soldiers and used as coolies. That day, those soldiers in strange clothes hid in the forest and opened fire on our tribe, destroying our tribe.
The people inside were not able to fight, so they scattered and fled. We originally wanted to escape to Fengli City in the northern suburbs of Jiujiang, but the city gates were not allowed to be opened, so we had to go all the way south. The city gates everywhere were closed for fear of the enemy.
The soldiers refused to open the door before they left. Only Qianling City was willing to let us in." Lan Lan slowly told the whole story.
After Huang Fengmo and Yan Ruocheng whispered another translation, Yan Ruocheng finally understood the reason.
"What about Anka? Isn't he with you?" Yan Ruocheng asked, and Huang Fengmo translated into tribal language.
Lanlan said gloomily: "Anga has returned to China. I don't know how he is doing now."
Han Yida said enthusiastically: "That scholar, if you ask him what he came for, he must have known that someone was going to attack our tribe, so he left so fast. There was no news once he left. He only played with Lanlan's feelings.
useless stuff."
Lanlan didn't protect Anka, nor did she say a kind word to him, and she was so depressed that she couldn't say anything.
Seeing the situation, Yan Ruocheng frowned slightly. She thought that Lanlan and Anka would eventually get married, but it seemed that they had to go through more things.
"Rest at the mansion tonight, and I will arrange for you to stay temporarily in the city tomorrow. As for the fact that your people were captured, I will report it to the court and ask the Holy Spirit to send someone to rescue them. They were captured by Westerners, and Westerners should
It was because they were in good shape and fit to do coolies that they attacked your tribe." Huang Fengmo arranged.
After several people finished chatting, Lan Lan and Han Yida went back to the guest rooms to rest.
Huang Fengmo took Yan Ruocheng to the study room, preparing to write a secret letter for the shadow guards to send to the palace. Xiao Ling also followed.
After Huang Fengmo finished writing the secret letter, he poked his head out with starry eyes and said, "Uncle Mo, can you let me write a letter to dad?"
Huang Fengmo and Yan Ruocheng looked at each other, and Yan Ruocheng nodded slightly, then he said: "Okay, Xiaoling, what do you want to write? Do you know how to write?" and held Xiaoling on his lap.
"I know some words, I can write them myself." After saying that, Xiaoling picked up a piece of purple hair and wrote in a delicate and childish handwriting: I am well, how are you, I miss you, very much,
I want to give you a hug.
I didn’t write any signature. I just drew a large and small stick figure dragging its hands.
"It's written. Uncle Mo's help must be handed over to daddy." Xiao Ling said happily.
"Okay, I will definitely help you hand it over to your father." Huang Fengmo coaxed.
"Well, then I won't stop you, just take your time and get busy." Xiao Ling went out obediently.
Yan Ruozhen put away the letter Xiaoling had just written and did not intend to send it out.
"What's the matter? Don't you plan to send them there together? There won't be any problem with these words." Huang Fengmo asked.
"I don't want him to be distracted. Chen Ling must be busy with political affairs now. Please help me hide it from Xiao Ling and say that he has been sent out." Yan Ruozhen explained.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Huang Fengmo obeyed her.
In the palace, Huang Chenling was so stressed that he lost his hair. He casually scratched his head, and several long hairs fell between his fingers.
"Why don't you take a rest? You've been dealing with urgent memorials these past few days. You're not in good spirits, and you can't handle them well either." Huang Shenhuang was next to him and saw him staring blankly at the hair on his hands.
"Father, why have you been the emperor for so many years without losing your hair and your hair is still black? Look at me, your hair is already gray and you are losing your hair." Huang Chenling is not focusing on anything, he is focusing on himself now.
Handsome looks are on sale.
"Let the imperial doctor prescribe a few doses of conditioning medicine for you to take care of. Rest first, and leave the rest to me," Huang Shenhuang said.
"Thank you for your hard work, Father." Huang Chenling staggered towards the inner hall. He really needed a good rest.
Ever since the Fifth Emperor's uncle Huang Sijing came back to report that Huang Fengmo's family had moved out of Huangcheng and moved to live in Qianling City. He has been thinking about Yan Ruocheng and Xiaoling all the time, and now he misses her massage even more
The technique made my tired body feel as heavy and sore as being pressed by a stone.
Walking to the big bed, he lay down and fell asleep quickly.
Wang Xiulin spent most of his time on Huang Fan'er, and his concern for Huang Chenling was almost superficial.
"Sister-in-law, I can drink it myself." Under her care, Huang Fan'er can now bend his hands slightly.
"Let me feed you, my finger is not completely healed yet." Wang Xiulin always had an excuse to take care of him.
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with my fingers. They're just wrapped tightly." Huang Chenling said in a reluctant way.
Wang Xiulin was dissatisfied and squeezed his wrist vigorously, causing Huang Chenling to shrink in pain.
"Look! Didn't you feel pain all of a sudden? How can I hold the bowl steady?"
"Obviously it was you who hurt me."
"Open your mouth and drink slowly, don't be verbose."
"It's a bit hot to the mouth."
"Is it hot? Let me blow on it again."
The interaction between Huang Fan'er and Wang Xiulin was very warm and overly intimate, and Yin Ying, who was passing by, saw their actions outside the window.
Soon, the palace maid came to report: "Queen, the second emperor has returned to the palace. He is resting in the west hall."
"My foster father is back. I want to see him immediately." Wang Xiulin happily ran out with an arrow.