There was a sound of "Master", a cry of begging, and the sound of forehead hitting the soil.
Chu Qing stood there, unable to move his fingers.
It wasn't that he was indifferent, but that he didn't know what to do or what to say. At this moment, he wanted to take off his clothes completely naked, throw his official robe to the ground, and stomp on it hard.
The guards' long gleaming swords reflected the pleading faces.
Changxian moved step by step to Chu Qing's side.
"Master Chu, we... let's go back." Changxian's face was full of fear and uneasiness: "The refugees carry diseases and will infect others. Let's go back."
Chu Qing turned his head and looked at Changxian, his eyes full of disappointment.
The young child who arrived first saw Changxian, who was only a few years older than him, and suddenly crawled over on his knees.
"Young Master, Young Master, I can be a book boy. Please accept me. I can be a book boy."
The child subconsciously stretched out his hands, trying to grab Changxian's boots.
Changxian was startled, and hurriedly hid behind Chu Qing and subconsciously shouted: "Get away, you dirty thing, stay away from me."
There was a "pop" sound and a crisp slap in the face.
Changxian covered his face and looked at Tao Ruolin, who had brows raised beside him, and was completely confused.
Chu Qing took a breath of cold air, and the expressions of everyone around him changed dramatically.
"Be bold!"
There was a clang and the long sword was unsheathed, and Tong Gui shouted: "You are looking for death!"
Chen Yan squinted his eyes and looked at Tong Gui, his face as dark as water: "Step back."
"Commander Chen, how dare she..."
"General, I order you to stand down!"
Under Chen Yan's gaze, Tong Gui's expression was uncertain and he could only put the long sword back into its sheath, while the surrounding guards looked at each other.
Tao Ruolin turned a blind eye to all this, just looking at Changxian with a cold voice.
"They are all subjects of your Chang family, and your father is the king and father of all people in the world..."
Tao Ruolin's eyes were full of coldness: "The emperor told me back then that if he had a prosperous family, he would be kind to the people of the world. He will do this, and so will his descendants. It seems that the emperor broke his promise and got fat!"
Changxian, who was slapped, was originally ashamed and angry, but when he heard this, his face was filled with confusion. He subconsciously looked at Chu Qing, biting his lips, his face showing confusion and helplessness.
"Your name is Tong Gui?" Tao Ruolin looked at Tong Gui indifferently, and then pointed at the refugee child kneeling on the ground: "He will be King Langya's book boy in the future. Take him back to the palace and tell His Majesty that this
The child was sent by Tao Ruolin of the Tao Mansion."
Tong Gui looked confused. He looked at Tao Ruolin whose tone was full of doubt. He nodded and shook his head.
Chen Yan pulled up the child who was kneeling to pray, rubbed the child's thatch-like hair, smiled slightly, and didn't know what he said in a low voice. The child cried out and used all his strength to violently
Nodding.
Chen Yan brought the child to Changxian, the smile on his face disappeared, and he said slowly: "Her name is Rong'er. From now on, she will be your personal maid. Every few months, she will go to the palace to see if she is well.
.”
Chen Yan's words and expressions were as unmistakable as Tao Ruolin's. Like an elder, Tong Gui and some of the guards all had strange expressions.
Before Changxian could speak, Chen Yan had already sent the girl named Ronger into the carriage.
At this time, the refugees were in chaos and knelt on the ground one after another, hoping that Chen Yan would take them away.
Tao Ruolin turned around, as if she had made a great determination, and nodded gently to Bihua beside her.
Bihua, who received the signal, walked forward, waved his arms and shouted: "Everyone leave, my lady only needs one person, leave quickly, I don't want anyone else."
These refugees were unwilling to give up. They prayed, cried, and called the female Bodhisattva and refused to leave. A few bold ones even hugged Bihua's calf.
Bihua snatched the sword from the guard beside him and threatened with a fierce look: "Get out of here, don't be an eyesore!"
Fu San yelled: "Damn bitch, how dare you use the knife on them!"
Bihua hesitated when he heard the words, his face full of grievance: "Third brother, if we don't do this, we won't be able to escape."
Just as Fu San was about to speak, Chu Qing grabbed the former and shook his head slightly.
In fact, it was exactly as Bihua said. Together with the imperial guards, Qianqiying and others, they almost had to drive them away, and then they drove back the refugees who were kneeling and refused to leave.
The refugees left, and their emaciated figures exuded endless disappointment or despair.
Calmness returned to the small slope again, but everyone's heart felt like a big stone was pressing down on them.
"Master Chu."
Tao Ruolin gently tugged on the corner of Chu Qing's clothes, her tone was a little hesitant and at a loss: "Do you still remember what you promised me?"
"Remember." Chu Qing nodded, forced a smile and said: "I made money and helped the refugees, I remember."
"I am a woman, and many methods are not available. I..."
"Don't worry, I will do it."
Tao Ruolin smiled again, but with a bit of bitterness, sighed, and took Bihua back to the carriage.
Chu Qing's heart almost broke when he heard this sigh.
He didn't know why Tao Ruolin cared so much about the refugees. He only knew that Tao Ruolin looked at the backs of the refugees leaving, her eyes filled with deep sadness.
Chu Qing knelt down, patted Changxian's shoulder, and pointed at the refugees in the distance: "Tell me how you feel."
"Master Chu, I..."
"Just say whatever you think."
"Student...student...student is afraid, student, not intentionally." Changxian lowered his head and murmured: "Student grew up in the military. One year, he was also a refugee. Many refugees gathered outside the camp. My father led the refugees.
Entering the military camp, but...but those refugees were sick, and many people died in the camp. Many, many people died. My father said that my brother and I could not leave the military tent. If we did, we would die, student...
The student didn’t mean it just now.”
Chu Qing patted Changxian's head, stood up, and nodded slightly: "That's good, that's good, I don't blame you, no one blames you."
"Master Chu, the student just felt that the way everyone looked at the student was just like that day on Yuan Ye..." Changxian suddenly grabbed Chu Qing's hand, raised his head, and his eyes became extremely determined: "
Master Chu, save them, you teach the students, teach them what to do to save them, let’s save them together, students don’t want others to look at me like that anymore.”
The haze in Chu Qing's heart gradually dissipated. Looking at Changxian's resolute face, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chen Yan's face was filled with relief.
He likes Chu Qing very much and treats Chu Qing as a friend, but he doesn't really agree with the fact that Changxian is always by Chu Qing's side.
It’s not that Chu Qing is bad, but that Chu Qing’s temperament is too complicated, hypocritical and can be seen at a glance, loyal and timid, extremely timid, optimistic and pessimistic. As a prince, Chang Xian is also
It would undoubtedly be inappropriate for a prince who had made a big mistake to have the same temperament as Chu Qing.
But at this moment, Chen Yan no longer had any worries in this regard.
It doesn't matter how many bad things Chang Xian, the prince, learned from Chu Qing, as long as he cares about the things he should care about like Chu Qing, that's enough.
Because Chen Yan knew that what he should care about was just this point. Among all the nobles in the Dachang Dynasty, few of them could really do it.
Other so-called great scholars and famous scholars may teach Changxian to be a dignified prince, but no one can ever teach Changxian what he should care about most in his life like Chu Qing.
Changxian raised his head and humbly asked for advice: "Master Chu, what should students do?"
"People in the city are singing and singing day and night, but people outside the city have yellow faces and thin muscles." The smile on the corner of Chu Qing's mouth gradually turned ferocious: "It's time for those high-ranking officials to spread their wealth."
