The imperial doctor asked in confusion: "Why is the general like this?" Qing Meng motioned to him to pick up the letter and read it.
"Lou Ning, the rebellious minister and traitor, has committed atrocities, betrayed the country, and betrayed his trust. The late king treated you well, so why do you want to be rebellious? You have sinned against the nine clans. If you don't come back, I'm afraid your family members will die without a burial place!"
Lou Ning knew that these two powerful letters were enough to show that Wang Fu was determined to use his family as a threat. He also knew that if he went back, he would definitely die, but his family members were all detained at Wang Fu's place.
Qingmeng held Lou Ning's hand and didn't know what to say. Lou Ning said helplessly: "I know that this must not be the general's idea. I know Wang Fu is a human being. He is just looking for an excuse to get rid of me...
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"Then General Lou..."
"I decided to return to China alone and die to prove my innocence." Lou Ning gritted his teeth.
"Since General Lou insists on returning to China, I don't have to stop him. After all, Wang Fu still wants prestige. He will not kill General Lou in public, but he will definitely do it in secret. If we can find a follower with high martial arts skills for General Lou, it will be safe.
It would be much better to get away."
Lou Ning asked someone to write a letter and decided to return to China in a few months due to poor health. Qingmeng was also training for the army. The most important thing was that Qingmeng fell in love with the local bean buns and never wanted to go back.
The funniest thing is that wherever Qingmeng goes, there are people chasing her, just to meet Qingmeng - Xiaobei's benefactor. People are rushing around and breaking the windows and doors of the shops on both sides of the street. The shopkeepers have no choice but to
Close the door. In other words, wherever Qingmeng goes, the door will be closed.
This angered Qingmeng, who was born with an impatient temper, so he had to station the army in front of the bean bun shop. In order not to lose the people's support, Qingmeng could not ask the army to beat or injure people, so he had to evacuate.
But it's still hard to stop crazy people.
Late at night, the marching chief was sleeping soundly. Suddenly the door was kicked open. Four or five soldiers picked him up from the bed and dragged him out. The marching chief yelled: "Who are you? Why are you arresting me?"
?Help!" A soldier stuffed a stone into his mouth: "Don't scream, or I will kill you again!"
The soldiers dragged the Marching Director into the Qingmeng House. The Marching Director was horrified.
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He had no idea what he had done wrong, but his legs still softened unconsciously: "My lord, I'm sorry... My lord, I'm sorry..."
Qing Mengke was startled and asked quickly: "What crime did the chief clerk commit?"
The marching chief looked at Qing Meng with a blank look on his face: "Even if you are not guilty, why, my lord..."
Qing Meng smiled and said: "I'm really sorry. I have something to do to see the chief clerk. I'm in a hurry, so I'm like this. Get up quickly."
The marching chief clerk stood up holding the table in shock and stood in front of Qing Meng.
"Sit down, what are you stunned for?" Qing Meng motioned for him to sit down. The marching director slowly sat on the chair and asked, "What's the matter, lord?"
Qingmeng closed the door and whispered in her ear like a child: "You swear not to tell anyone." The marching secretary quickly agreed.
"Actually..." Qing Meng told the story about the bean buns, and the marching chief laughed loudly: "My lord...my lord, why don't you ask the chef of the Xiaobei Palace to make them for your lord?" Qing Meng licked her lips and said with a smile.
: "After all...it's not the same flavor anymore."
The marching director laughed so hard that he banged his thigh. He thought it was some important military and political matter, but this bean bag incident was really unexpected. But he quickly restrained himself because he saw Qing Meng glaring at him.
"My lord, this matter is simple. You just need to get a few rags, go out in plain clothes, and put on a straw hat to cover your face. There will be no big problem. Try to go as far away from the palace as possible, so that even if you see it, you may not recognize it.
Lord." The Chief of Marching came up with this plan for him. Qing Meng thought it was feasible, so he rewarded the Chief of Marching heavily.
The next day, Qing Meng ordered someone to buy a beggar's clothes, and ordered someone to knit a straw hat, and then quietly ran out of the palace.
Qingmeng was walking on the street like a beggar. It was good now. Everything except flies stayed away from him. Qingmeng began to regret buying the beggar's clothes. If he had known better, he would have worn civilian clothes.
It started to snow lightly, and along with the cold wind, it brought endless coolness to people. People couldn't help but shudder as soon as they left the house, and passers-by breathed white air like clouds. It's hard for the poor to live in these days.
, beggars have an even worse life. All the beggars gather in one street to beg, leaning on each other to keep warm.
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I was passing by the bean bun shop I went to in my dream. I saw the beggars, their hands and feet were red with cold, and they were all skinny from hunger. Their tears were frozen, and I begged the passers-by for some charity. But in this troubled world, people
It's hard to even feed yourself. Where can anyone give food to these beggars?
Qingmeng walked over silently and heard a man screaming miserably in a house. Then he saw an old beggar being thrown out like garbage by the people in the house. Several strong men came out and cursed angrily: "
You old fool, you even dare to take advantage of my master’s food, it seems you are in need!"
The old beggar cried and begged: "Please sir, please give me some food..."
"Get away, you're so unlucky!" Those people slammed the door without looking back, leaving the old beggar sitting alone outside the door crying.
It turns out that even if the rich have food, they will not share it with others.
Qingmeng's silence was frightening. He silently took out the bean bag money from his pocket, considered it before putting it back. After walking far away, he could still clearly hear the old beggar crying and shouting: "Oh my God! Why should I be so peaceful?"
The people of Emperor Wei’s family can eat and drink as they please without caring about the people and still live so well, but we have suffered all our lives, but we still have to be punished by God!”
Qing Meng struggled with her thoughts for a long time, and finally took out the money from the bean bag and gave it to the old beggar. She said in a serious voice: "Don't worry, God will never give up on us. Someone will save everyone." The old beggar said.
Holding Qingmeng's hand, he said tremblingly: "Who is that person?"
"He is a hero who serves the people wholeheartedly..." Qing Meng put down these words and went back silently.
When I walked to the East Market, I saw a young monk who distributed his few bean bags to the beggars. In the eyes of everyone, he became a different kind of monk.
Qingmeng smiled, it seemed that not everyone was so heartless. After the young monk finished dividing the money, he picked up the firewood and walked to the temple.
Qingmeng decided to follow the young monk up the mountain to worship Buddha. The young monk noticed him, walked over, put down the firewood, clasped his hands and said, "Donor, what's the matter?" Qingmeng sneered, walked around the young monk twice, and then
He said contemptuously: "Go up the mountain, burn incense, and worship Buddha... Why, it's not allowed?"