"Chu Yan! Presumptuous!" Wu Zhiyuan shouted angrily.
Wu Zhiyuan's words confirmed what Le Zhi thought. The person not far away was not someone else, but the former leader of the Shengnuo tribe, Huo Du's uncle—
Chu Yan.
Seeing the situation around the carriage, I saw that the group of people were just shouting arrogantly. Even if the two sides fought, it didn't seem like they really wanted to fight to the death.
"Withdraw!" Chu Yan ordered in a deep voice, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Huo Du with sarcastic eyes, then pulled up the reins, turned around, and left with his men.
"Come on, follow me!"
"Stop chasing, Master Wu." An Xuan said lightly. Anyone can see that if they really fight, they will never take advantage of Chu Yan.
The curtain was drawn down, and the carriage slowly drove towards the Prefect's Mansion.
There was silence all around, and the huge Shengyang City was like a lonely city. The incident just now seemed to have never happened. Kolazhi felt that this was not just a small episode, but a beginning.
When they first arrived in Shengyang City, Chu Yan couldn't wait to declare war with them.
This is a demonstration.
Le Zhi tilted his head and looked at Huo Du cautiously. He was always silent, but his eyes became darker and darker.
The sound of the voice just now seemed to still linger in his ears.
Evil Seed...
His own uncles hated him so much, even though they had similar blood on them.
His heart ached, Le Zhi leaned closer to him, put his arms around his waist, and cuddled in his arms. His body was icy cold, and her side ears were close to his chest, barely hearing his heartbeat.
"Forget those words," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his heart.
Le Zhi's words interrupted Huo Du's wandering thoughts. He lowered his eyes, looking at the top of her hair.
After a while, he touched her head and smiled, "Actually, they were right."
Hearing this, Le Zhi couldn't help frowning, and she put her hands on Huo Du's shoulders, keeping a distance from him. She set her eyes on his face, and the fox's eyes were full of displeasure.
"Wrong." Her eyes were firm, and she said again: "You are not!"
"Really?" Huo Du always had a smile on his face. He asked back, "What about you? What did you think when you saw me for the first time?"
"I..." Le Zhi was at a loss for words, a little stunned.
First meeting... She recalled for a moment. At that time, she was frightened and afraid, and more hated—
Hate towards Huo Changyun, hate towards Huo Xu, hate towards Da Qi.
Hatred almost filled her heart. For Huo Du, even if they had never met or even said a word, the overflowing hatred inevitably poured on him.
Just because he is Huo Changyun's son.
Therefore, she subconsciously thinks that he is a bad person, subconsciously fears him, subconsciously... hates him.
Thinking of it this way, what's the difference between her and those people just now
"I don't blame you." Huo Du couldn't bear to see her struggling, so he interrupted her thoughts.
It is normal for the Li people and the tribesmen of the tribe to hate him.
- The father's debt is repaid by the son, as it should be.
Even if he hated being the Prince of Great Qi, and even more hated the status of Huo Changyun's son, what could he do? Huo Changyun can kill the country for his own selfish desires, and his mother can choose to use death to escape all this weakly.
They all had a choice, only he didn't. He couldn't choose his background, he couldn't choose his parents, and he didn't even have the chance to choose.
ridiculous.
Only he can't choose.
Le Zhi pursed her lips, her head was chaotic, she couldn't figure out what kind of feelings she had for him.
Too complicated.
She moved her palm down, and she held his hand softly. Then he took his arm and rested his head on his shoulder.
She needs a good, good think about it.
"His Royal Highness Qixue, Chu Yan is so deceiving!"
When he arrived at the prefect's mansion, Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly knelt down and replied. His facial features were twisted together, his chest heaving, and there seemed to be a fierce flame burning inside.
The more he talked, the more angry he became, as if he had accumulated a lot of grievances.
Although the Shengnuo tribe was captured by Huo Changyun, Huo Changyun did not kill off all the remaining forces in the tribe or imprisoned them alive, but left them alone...
As a result, even if Chu Yan had no official or job title, the clansmen in the city still only obeyed his orders. Wu Zhiyuan's position as prefect is just a vain burden.
The prefect of a dignified city is naturally very depressed. But the troops His Majesty gave him were only enough to protect himself but could not remove Chu Yan.
The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, how could he guess the thoughts of Your Majesty
But this time, when His Royal Highness the Prince came to control the chaos in person, Wu Zhiyuan pondered, is His Majesty finally going to deal with Chu Yan? Coupled with the incident of the talent, even if there is another kinship relationship, it will be wiped out by Chu Yan.
Thinking of this, the more he talked, the more excited he became. He wanted to join forces with the personal soldiers brought by Huo Du to capture Chu Yan.
"... Although Chu Yan is His Highness's uncle, but His Highness is the crown prince, he is just a grass-roots citizen.
"Master Wu, are you finished?" Huo Du gave him a look and said lightly.
"Go back to Your Highness, say, finish."
"Okay." Huo Du smiled, "Someone, take it with you."
The two guards on the side moved quickly and suddenly stopped Wu Zhiyuan.
"Why is this, Your Highness?" Wu Zhiyuan was stunned and asked with a trembling voice, "What crime did the lower official commit?"
At this time, An Xuan stepped into the house, and the attendants behind him moved several mahogany boxes into the hall.
Seeing this, Wu Zhiyuan's face changed greatly.
The wooden box was opened, and a dazzling array of jewels glowed with a piercing cold light.
Le Zhi didn't find it strange at all. When she entered the prefect's mansion, she had a vague hunch—
The drought in the past year has caused the people in the city to suffer from hunger and cold. Of course, there are natural disasters, but it is definitely not just caused by natural disasters.
Because in this desolate and dilapidated Shengyang City, there is a prefect's mansion that is even more imposing than the prince's mansion. Wu Zhiyuan, he was about to engrave four big characters on his face, right
"His Royal Highness, you have to think clearly, this is not the capital, if there is no official soldiers, the personal soldiers brought by Your Highness will definitely not be enough to resist Chu Yan's forces." Seeing that the corruption of disaster relief funds was exposed, Wu Zhiyuan He simply didn't cover it up, "After passing through just now, Your Highness should understand how much Chu Yan hates you. The lower official was just confused for a while, I beg Your Highness to give me a chance to take guilt and make merit, and help His Highness clear the chaos in the city!"
Hard and soft, sincere words. Wu Zhiyuan is worthy of being immersed in the officialdom for many years, and being able to sit on the position of the prefect, the kung fu of the mouth is really good.
Can-
"Take it down and execute it on the spot." Huo Du waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "The corpse will be hung on the city gate and displayed to the public for three days."
"You... ummm"
Wu Zhiyuan struggled, but was dragged down by covering his mouth.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside. After a while, a guard entered the hall in a panic and said, "Your Highness! All Wu Zhiyuan's soldiers... have all killed themselves."
"What!" Le Zhi stood up in astonishment with a look of disbelief.
But Huo Du responded lightly, as if he had known it for a long time.
After the guards withdrew, Le Zhi couldn't bear it any longer and asked, "How could this happen? Wu Zhiyuan deserved what he deserved, so why should those soldiers..."
"Following Wu Zhiyuan for many years, they only recognize Wu Zhiyuan as the master, and they have long forgotten who they are."
Not only these government soldiers, but all Qi soldiers. They have no ideas of their own, and since they entered the military camp when they were young, they have become the puppets of the Qi emperor, the royal family, and courtiers.
Le Zhi sat down on the chair, but his mind could not be calm.
- What kind of world is this
Emperors do not become emperors, officials do not become officials, and people do not become adults.
"His Royal Highness, all the granaries in the mansion have been counted. Wu Zhiyuan took advantage of the drought to stockpile..." An Xuan frowned, his face full of anger.
"Open the warehouse and put in the grain." Huo Du said concisely.
"Yes!" An Xuan bowed to the order.
The hall finally became quiet, but small snowflakes gradually floated outside, and the cold wind blew in with the white snow and fell into the burning stove. The silver filament carbon melted the snow and made some fine noises.
Not long after, An Xuan returned from the outside with a solemn expression and hurried into the hall.
"His Royal Highness, no one in the city received food for disaster relief. No one went to drink the hot porridge in the porridge shed." In front of the porridge shed, I said I want to see you."
Hearing this, Huo Du picked up the white jade crutches beside him, stood up and walked out.
"I'll go with His Highness." Le Zhi hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve.
"It's cold outside, stay in the house." Huo Du smiled and patted her head, then coaxed softly, "Be good."
Le Zhi stared blankly at him and turned around, walking into the snowflakes with An Xuan. She stared at his back, watching the snowflakes fall on his cotton cloak piece by piece, dyeing his dark blue cotton cloak a touch of white.
Her heart moved slightly, she lifted the skirt and ran out...
The wind was surging, and before anyone arrived, a soft white hand had already covered the back of Huo Du's hand, causing his heart to move and his footsteps to stop.
Le Zhi took away his crutches, handed it to An Xuan, and then supported him with both hands. In fact, his leg was healing, and as long as she was holding him, she didn't need crutches.
She knew he didn't like crutches. She always knew.
Then, as long as she is there, he won't let him use the crutches.
But he didn't refuse, Huo Du let her support him and walked with her. He glanced sideways at her profile, and then lowered his eyes to look at her slender hands, "Clingy."
Le Zhi was not annoyed, but hummed softly.
Huo Du chuckled, his eyes deep-
It would be great if I could stick to him for the rest of my life.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, falling from the sky.
An Xuan was about five or six steps behind them.
He quietly watched the snow fall on their hair a little bit, like a white head.